The Kids From Yesterday // Stiles Stilinksi [2/2]

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Lucy tossed and turned in her bed, seeing a lot of tan and gray. The place was blurry, so she couldn't figure out where it was. She heard a voice. "Do you see him? Where am I? What is this place?"

She shot up, breathing heavily. The voice sounded strangely familiar, but she couldn't place it.

She walked through the halls as though she was in a trance and stopped in front of locker 1075, like she was awaiting someone. She touched the locker and frowned. After a moment, she made her way to class.

Lucy entered Mrs. Fleming's class and got her test back. She'd gotten a 64. Malia had gotten a 'D-'.

"I'm impressed," Mrs. Fleming said. "With most of you. It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your education. Everyone else, see me for extra help."

Lucy frowned and muttered, "Dyslexia is a real mother."

Lydia raised her hand. "Mrs. Fleming, um..."

Mrs. Fleming shook her head. "I already told you, Lydia. I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings."

Malia's claws were out and Lydia whispered, "Malia. Claws. Claws, Malia." She glanced at them and retracted them.

Lucy heard the voice again. "Will you forget me?"

Malia noticed the distant look in Lucy's eyes. "What's going on with your face? Are you okay?"

Lucy frowned. "I'm trying to remember."

"Remember what?" Lydia asked.

Lucy huffed. "Well if I knew, I'd tell you."

After class, Lucy was at her locker exchanging books and got a text from Malia. She met her friend in the basement. "Malia?"

"Over here," Malia called.

Lucy followed Malia's voice and found her chained to a wall. Malia looked at her. "I've got a problem. I'm growling at people in class. I'm clawing at my desk. I tried turning the floor of my bedroom into a coyote den. Do these look familiar to you?" She held up the chains."

Lucy took them and frowned. "No, why would they? Do you think these would actually keep you safe?"

She shrugged. "They used to. Before the lake house, this is where I'd come for the full moon. But you weren't down here with me. Scott wasn't down here with me."

Lucy's brow furrowed. "If Scott wasn't..."

"Who was?"

"I don't know, but there's no way you could have done it alone."

Lucy made her way back to Scott's after school and laid on her bed watching Star Wars. There was something about the movie that made her happy, though she couldn't figure out why.

Her phone buzzed multiple times with multiple messages to meet her friends in the woods.

Lucy made her way to the woods to see Scott, Malia, and Lydia.

Scott spoke. "I went to bed at home and woke up in the woods." He gave each of his friends a flashlight. "About a mile out. I think there's a reason why this has happened. I've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year... the night before tryouts for first line. I remember because it was all I could think about."

"What were you doing?" Malia wondered.

"I was looking for a dead body."

Lydia scoffed, disgusted. "That's morbid."

Lucy frowned. "Who was it? Laura Hale?"

Scott nodded, glancing to Lydia. "So then, what was I doing out here all alone?"

Lydia shrugged. "I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you then."

"I was a coyote so I might've tried you eat it," Malia said.

Scott took a moment to think. "Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something. But I need you guys to help me figure out what it's saying."

Lydia looked at Scott. "Maybe you were just a curious teenager who heard there was a body."

"But how? I never watched the news. And I didn't have a police scanner."

"Your mom works at the hospital," Malia said. "Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?"

"My mom wasn't home that night. I live five miles away from here. How did I get here?"

"You drove."

Scott shook his head. "I didn't have a car."

"You ran?" Lucy guessed.

Scott met her eyes. "I couldn't have. I had asthma. I was hiding, but they knew that I was here."

"Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing," Malia replied.

Scott frowned. "How would they know that it was me? Why would the sheriff even think that I would be out here?"

"Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural," Lydia answered.

"I wasn't supernatural, okay? This was the night I was bitten. I wasn't a werewolf yet. And I wasn't out here alone. I know it sounds crazy. But I think I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night."

"It doesn't sound crazy," Malia told him. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."

Lydia nodded slowly. "Someone always knew how smart I really was. I got my test back in class and turned to show it to someone, but no one was there."

Lucy glanced at the ground and back up. "I'm dyslexic and someone always helped me. My powers are linked to my emotions and sometimes I lose control. I think they were my anchor. I came to school this morning, sure I was going to meet someone. But I couldn't remember who I was meeting. I've been looking for them all day. Whoever it was, I think I loved him."

"What if we're all missing the same person?" Scott asked, pulling a picture from his pocket. He held it up so everyone could see. "I think that he was in this picture."

Lydia pointed to a smiling Lucy. "I think you're sitting on someone's lap. He was sitting right there."

They made their way to Deaton's to see if he was able to help.

Deaton hung a shard of glass from a car on a string in front of Lucy. He lit it from below. Malia narrowed her eyes. "Now she just magically writes down all the answers?"

Deaton shook his head. "It's not quite that simple. It never is. In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness. But hopefully the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable, relaxed, trance-like state. Lucy, I want you to stare into the light and let go of all thoughts."

Lucy stared at the light and picked up the pen. She drowned out the world around her and focused on the sound of pen scratching paper.

The light was turned off moments later and Scott looked at her. "Are you okay?"

Malia picked up the paper and frowned. "What does "mischief" mean?"

Scott shook his head. "That's not what she wrote." He turned the paper, revealing a name.

Lydia frowned. "What the hell is a Stiles?"

"Stiles," Lucy repeated, testing the name on her tongue.

She felt the tingly feeling again. "I don't know, but that name gives me a tingly, happy feeling."