Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Control and Anchors

"Dad! Dad!" Stiles yells as he managed to get inside. Wind howled behind him, snapping up anything that wasn't tied down.

"I don't know what's going on but we need to get to the hospital to help them out. Everyone else has been called away on an emergency." The Sheriff grunted as Stiles helped him up.

"We don't know what it is either but Derek thinks Peter saw something like this once. He's trying to get to Deaton's to meet with Peter there. He's supposed to call as soon as he's done." Stiles rambled on quickly. "I still haven't gotten through to (Y/N). I could barely get here without the Jeep lifting off the ground."

"I'll see if I can call her?" He said as he grunted and wondered to his desk. They both paused as the station shook and the fixtures rattled. "Hopefully the phone lines aren't down or one of us will have to go and see. Scott didn't see her?"

"No." Stiles said as he watched his dad trying to ring through and get no answer. "We got through to the whole pack and they headed over to the hospital. Parrish said you were still here so I came for you."

"Well we should get going. Take one of the police trucks, the should do better with the weather." He said as he handed Stiles some keys and patted his shoulder. "Take a satellite phone too, I want to be able to get a hold of you." He added as he grabbed his coat and gun as he headed out into the storm.

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Stiles drove as best he could towards your house. The closer he got to your house the heavier the storm seemed to get. Slowing down he blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes as he watched things floating around your house. It was like an invisible force was generating from your home and he wasn't sure if he was really seeing it.

Things battered against the side of the van as he pulled up on your drive, as close as he could get to the door.

"(Y/N)!" Stiles shouted as he managed to get inside. He could see your parents cowered in a corner and he rushed to help them to the truck.

"We don't know what's wrong with her!" One shouted, but Stiles couldn't figure which one. He rushed back to the house and tried to scramble up the stairs to your room. He froze when he saw you completely still and sobbing the things in your room spiralled around you.

"Stiles! Help me!" You sobbed as your eyes glowed. He nodded, glancing around for a way to you. Deciding to dive into the mess he grunted as a few books collided with him.

"Here. Try and calm down?" He said, unsure how to help you. In fact he thought the fact that he hadn't keeled over in shock might well be heroic.

"How can I calm down! This has never happened before. Deaton didn't say anything like this would happen." You said as you clung to him.

"It'll be ok. Just... just focus on my heartbeat. Try and slow your breathing." He muttered as he practically crushed you in a hug.

His heart beat thudded under your ear as you rested your head against his chest. You closed your eyes as the pair of you sat on your floor, hugging each other tight. Stiles hopped everyone would be ok. Most of all he hoped you would be ok, so he could figure out what was happening. Several thuds brought him back to reality as your furniture crashed around you to the floor.

"I'm sorry." You whispered and he hushed you.

"This isn't your fault. We'll sort it out." Stiles soothed as he hugged you tight.