It's My Job (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Five

"Uncle!" Anne yelled, coming up to the house, she was shaking, and drenched in sweat. She raised a hand to the door and knocked.

Deaton came to the door almost instantly. "You're back?"

Anne coughed and pulled up the side of her shirt, where what could be described as tattoo ink was crawling up her back. Deaton moved aside and Anne entered the room, collapsing on the couch as her body shook more and more violently.

"What's- happening to- me?" Anne managed to say, Deaton only went to the kitchen, pulling out random things as if trying to find something.

"You're being connected."

"But... It didn't hurt this bad last time..."

"Because your mother was able to put you under so you rode out the worst of it."

Anne gritted her teeth as the burning sensation continued. She allowed her eyes to close and flashes of some one passed by, but she couldn't identify the person. This is what Anne hated about being a Protector, the being connected to who ever it was, she wouldn't know for a couple of days.

Deaton gave her something to drink and Anne found herself nodding off, where she wouldn't wake up for a few more days.

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Stiles woke up in the dead of the night when a seering pain hit him on the small of his back. Carefully, he edged his hand arodnu to feel the area, which only maginifed the pain. As he winced thorugh his teeth Stiles got up, streatching and making his way over to the bathroom. 

Lifting his shirt, Stiles peared into the mirror to see that there was something black on his back. As he lifted the shirt more it reveiled itself to be a tattoo. The pain had stopped but he felt light headed now. When did he get a tattoo? 

Stiles stumbled back to his bed, a headache now adding to his agony. Although all he could think about was finding some one. 

Find her. Where is she? How will I be able to find her?

His thoughts made no sense to him, and he huffed as a thought that was actually his went across his mind. But then he passed out.

As if I'm not crazy enough...

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When Anne awoke days later she found out from Deaton that Stiles had also "gotten sick" over the past view days.

"Does that mean?.."

"You are his protector, yes." Deaton replied.

Anne looked down to her arms, the tattoos standing out against her pale skin. 

"Why him?" she whispered, her mind back ten years ago, when her mother made the slip up that ended a life.

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((The tattoos are over in the side bar!))