Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Codominance Part 3

We finally made it to the station and Stiles was so excited that he jogged 15 feet to get to it, leaving Scott and I behind to walk and mentally curse him for not fixing the gauge. The large sun was setting over the mountain and it made it a little bit cooler since the wind picked up.

But, naturally, the gas station was closed and locked. Scott checked the gas pump since he was the one carrying the gas can, and Stiles tried to open the door again. He failed. Instead of going inside, which is where I would've liked to go to get some water, Stiles stuck a folded twenty in the crack between the doors. The kid would copy law enforcement key cards and impersonate an officer, risking a federal lawsuit, but stealing gas was where he drew the line.

He walked back over to where Scott and I stood by the pump as Scott tried to figure out how to start it. Scott held the can while Stiles inserted the nozzle and squeezed the gas into it. Both of them had a ring of sweat darkening the fabric around their necks, and whereas Scott had a small patch of sweat at the center of his back, Stiles had a long strip trailing his spine. Stiles' hands were covered in black grease stains, and his skin was glimmering with sweat.

No one said anything because there seemed to be a slight discord between the two still. Or at least a discomfort that made it awkward to watch them.

When Stiles put the nozzle back and Scott screwed on the cap to the can, Stiles said, "There was a pin." Scott stopped moving, his eyes focused on Stiles. "There was one little metal pin attached to the scaffolding. He was trying to pull me down."

"He was trying to kill you," Scott muttered with realization. About damn time.

"Yeah, so then I pulled the pin. And all these metal braces came down. And one of them just went right through him," Stiles told, ending in a mumble of shame.

"Why didn't you think you could tell me?"

Stiles sighed like he was apologizing for what he was about to say. "It was just the way you were looking at me that night. You know, you're standing there with a wrench in your hand, and you're looking at me like I just bashed you in the head with it. You know, like I'd broken your sacred rule and that's it, no going back."

I listened to their conversation with my arms hugging my knees. I was sitting on the small concrete step that surrounded the gas pump, and I felt like the mom on the sidelines watching proudly as her kids resolved their own arguments.

"I know the difference," Scott defended.

"What?"

"I know what self-defense is."

I smiled, and if we all hadn't been sweating so much, I would've demanded they hug it out. Stiles held out his hand to help me up, and I took it, walking by his side as we ventured back to the jeep. Round two.

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Stiles was back to driving, the moon was out, and the air was finally cool. I was sleeping with my head on Stiles' back, my hand still in his, and Scott was sleeping against the window. I wasn't sure how long I slept for, considering the road was bumpy, the jeep was loud, and every movement Stiles made kept me slightly aware of my surroundings.

"Hey, guys? Guys," Stiles said, urging us both awake. I was about to complain about it, but my eyes locked on the storm ahead of us. There was a tall mountain formation, but it looked more like a tree trunk, and it disappeared into a swirl of grey clouds. Within the clouds, there were flashes of lightening and bangs of thunder. It seemed odd that it was so localized.

"Isn't that where Kira is?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What the hell is happening to her out there?" Stiles asked. Scott's mouth just flapped as he shook his head nervously. Stiles sighed, switched gears, and stepped down on the gas.