Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

S6a Memory Lost Pt 1

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best idea we've ever had, but I mean it worked. Sort of. Okay, not really, but I didn't think it would suck quite this back. But, honestly, it was a snap decision. We didn't have time to come up with a spectacular, fool-proof plan. The fool, in this case, being Stiles.

The EMT fitted a splint around Stiles' right wrist and his last two fingers, which had gotten a little sprained due to the accident, and Stiles sucked in a breath of discomfort. He did so rather dramatically, but it was Stiles. You couldn't really expect much else.

Sheriff's disappointment hit me like a sad wall as he walked over after examining the car with a shattered windshield and my claw marks on the front hood. I guess you could say the drive had gotten a little out of hand.

"What the hell were you three thinking?" Sheriff grumbled, and I turned to face him with a look that said I just knew I was about to get in sooo much trouble. If not from Sheriff, then from Melissa when I got home.

"We were just trying to help," Scott chuckled nervously.

Sheriff crossed his arms at us. "Why don't you try and help me understand what the hell happened here?"

"Right, well, w-we, uh, we were trying to, um..." I trailed off, my words failing me.

Stiles took over for me. "We were trying to gently persuade him to pull over." Scott and I nodded, though that was definitely not how it happened. Unless gently meant me on the driver's front hood, barely hanging on my by claws, and growling at the man to terrify him while Scott was on the roof, half of his body poking in through the opened window. Then, yeah... Gently. The man even went so far as to call us demons because of our glowing eyes.

Sheriff's expression didn't change, and I was certain he didn't believe a word coming out of our mouths.

"He was getting away?" Scott offered, his lips pulled back in an 'oops' expression.

"He got away," Sheriff said. He really wasn't happy with us.

"Right, because he's obviously some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad!" I made a high-pitched 'ehh' sound at Stiles' words, and he elbowed me to make me stop. Criminal mastermind might have been a bit of a stretch.

Sheriff scoffed and walked away, but we followed him. "Uh-huh. You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is?" He led us to the back of the van we'd stopped, pulling open the back door. Inside were a bunch of tanks filled with some type of gas, and I groaned. We'd fucked up.

Sheriff hummed at us, giving us an 'I told you so' look with his hands on his hips. This time, it was my turn to elbow Stiles. I did it a little harder than I ever have before, but he could take it. He'd been hitting the gym for a while now, even though I wasn't completely sure why. I think it had something to do with the conversation he had with Sheriff about joining law enforcement someday. Something about wanting to be strong for the job. I was fine with it. Stiles looked incredible. Really, I didn't think I could get anymore sexually attracted to him, but he definitely proved me wrong.

He was thicker almost...well, everywhere. His neck, his arms, his legs, his body in general just had girth to it. I had to say, I loved it. He was definitely stronger, and he didn't mind proving that to me when he got the chance. Usually that chance was when we were sleeping together, but that only made it more fun for me. I could be a little less cautious now that I knew he could take it since he wasn't so thin anymore.

"Critical live-saving medical equipment?" Stiles said, still trying to save our reputation.

"No."

"Poison gas?" I asked.

"Nope."

Stiles glanced at me, clearly at a loss, but he tried one last time. "Filled with drugs?"