Right Place, Right Time // Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 69

Season 2, Episode 12- Master Plan

15 minutes later...
At Home...

Aimlessly, I turned page to page of the leather-bound book that my father gifted to me a couple months ago; translating all paragraphs on the legend of the kanima. I sighed slightly, as I firmly shut the leather-bound book; tossing it carelessly onto the kitchen countertop. No one was home. Mum was at the Sheriff's station; completing any paperwork before the upcoming week. Whereas Ryan was at a mate's house for the night; playing video games and eating greasy pizza. I jumped slightly startled, as my phone vibrated against the marble countertop. I retrieved my phone, as the caller ID read 'Sheriff Stilinski'. "Mr. Stilinski. Did you find Stiles?" I questioned, as I pressed my back against the cold marble countertop. "He returned home just a couple of minutes ago. Feel free to come on over." Sheriff Stilinski responded, as a slight chuckle slipped past my lips. "Oh, thank god. I'm on my way." I sighed in relief, as I pressed the 'end call' button.

I retrieved the house keys, as I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. I jogged lightly to the front door, as I exited the house; the click of the lock echoing throughout my ears. I silently slipped the house keys into my other pocket on the back of my jeans, as I jogged lightly down to the pathway; sprinting as fast as possible to the Stilinski household. Thank god, Stiles was safe.

At the Stilinski household...

I came to a halt at the front door of the Stilinski household, as I pressed the door-bell in just a matter of seconds; Sheriff Stilinski answering the door in a matter of seconds. "Paige. Come on in. He's upstairs. I'm sure he'll want to see you." Sheriff Stilinski greeted, as I stepped through the threshold. "Thanks." I responded, as I rushed up the set of stairs. I knocked gently on the closed bedroom door. "Dad, I already told you I'm fine." Stiles responded.

I sighed slightly, as I pushed open the door as quietly as possible. "I'm not your dad." I said, as I shut the door behind him; Stiles sprawled on his stomach on his bed. "Paige. What are you doing here?" Sties questioned, as he sat up on the edge of his bed. "Well, you went missing, Stiles. I was worried. Your dad told me you returned home safely. I –" I cut myself off, as I noticed his face was bruised and there was dried up blood caked on his face. "Oh, my god. Stiles. What – did Gerard do this to you?" I questioned, as I rushed to his aid, as I inspected the bruise. "Yeah." Stiles sighed in response. "I'm going to kill him. He is so dead. I want him dead. He is not going to get away with –" Stiles cut me off. "Hey, hey, babe. I'm fine. It's nothing." Stiles reassured. "It's not nothing, Stiles. I was so worried about you. Hell, I thought Victoria had taken you at first. After the game ended, it – it went all so fast. You went missing. Jackson killed himself because Gerard made him. And –" Stiles cut me off once again. "Wait, Jackson is dead." Stiles exclaimed. I nodded my head in response. "What does that mean?" Stiles questioned. "I – I don't know. But, whatever Gerard has up his sleeve, I don't think his death his going to be very permanent. Hell, Peter is alive as well, somehow. But, I just – I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you." I cried out, as Stiles caressed my cheek gently.

"I'm fine, babe. Just a bruised and bloody face." Stiles chuckled lightly, as I stared at him with tearful eyes. "Everything is fine. I'm right here." Stiles whispered, as he gently pressed his lips against mine. I sighed, as I melted into the kiss; his hands cupping my cheeks. I gently placed the palm of my hands on his shoulder, as Stiles deepened the kiss; his hands trailing down my sides and stopping at the side of my waist, as he pulled me closer. I gently held his neck in both hands, as Stiles gently rubbed his thumb in circles on my hips.

Stiles slowly laid me down on his bed, without breaking the kiss; his hands still pressed against my hips as my hands cupped his cheeks gently without hurting the bruise on his face. Stiles lifted up my top slightly, his fingertips lightly traced the skin of my stomach causing a shiver to run down my spine. I arched my back slightly, as his lips now pressed against the sensitive spot on my neck. I hummed, as he trailed kisses all over my neck. "Stiles." I stuttered, as his fingertips wondered further up my stomach. A knock interrupted the very intimate moment. "Ugh. Why do we always get interrupted?" I groaned, as Stiles chuckled lightly. Stiles stood up and walked towards his bedroom door, as I sat up on the edge of his bed.

"Dad, come on, how many times –" Stiles cut himself off, as Lydia stood on the other side of the door. "Hi." Lydia greeted, as I sauntered over to the doorway. "Hi." Stiles greeted. "Hey Lyds." I greeted, as Lydia sent me a small smile; her eyes glassing over with tears. "Your father let me in." Lydia stated. "He did?" Stiles questioned. "Yeah, of course he did." Stiles sighed, clearly annoyed we were interrupted as well. "What happened to your –" Lydia was cut off by Stiles. "Oh, uh, yeah, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it, uh. I'm fine." Stiles reassured. "Do you want to come in?" Stiles questioned, as I shot him a 'what-are-you-doing' look. Stiles sent me a reassuring smile. "Being nice." Stiles mouthed, as I nodded in understanding, as Lydia sauntered through the threshold; Stiles closing the door behind her.

"How are you doing, Lydia?" I questioned, as her eyes continued to glass over with tears; threatening to spill. "They wont let me see him. I'm supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back." Lydia said tearfully, as a tear ran gently down her cheek; a house key gripped in the palm of her hands. "You still love him, don't you?" I questioned, as I ushered Lydia to sit on the edge of Stiles' bed, as Stiles went in search of some tissues. "I do. I do love him, but then –" I cut Lydia off before she could explain any further. "You also have feelings for my brother." I said, as Lydia nodded in response. "Hey, sorry, I didn't have any tissues so, uh –" Stiles stuttered slightly, as he presented a toilet roll. "That's fine." Lydia responded, as she happily accepted some toilet roll. "God, I'm such a mess." Lydia croaked out, as she dabbed her eyes clear off tears, as Stiles' phone beeped once again in my lap.

"God. You have seventeen missed messages from Scott." I informed Stiles. "I know." Stiles sighed. "You ignoring him?" Lydia questioned. "No. No, not really." Stiles responded, as my attention focused on a bunch of gifts in the corner of his room. I sauntered over to the corner of his room, as I picked up a rather beautiful gold bracelet. "Uh Stiles, why do you have women's jewellery?" I questioned, as I raised a questionable eyebrow towards him. "Oh. Uh, nothing. It's just some stuff I bought, you know, for Lydia's birthday. And, 2 month anniversary gifts for you." Stiles stuttered out, as a smile tugged on the corner of my lips. "For Lydia? And me? I'm not much of a jewellery girl, except for wearing a few bracelets, necklaces and earrings." I chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I just – I kind of didn't know what to get you guys, so I just bought you guys, like, a bunch of stuff. Like, a lot of stuff. You know, I was going to return anything that I didn't give you guys." Stiles chuckled nervously, as Lydia waltzed on over towards me.

"Really? A flat screen TV?" Lydia questioned. "Yeah, that I'm definitely returning." Stiles stuttered, as I rolled my eyes playfully at my boyfriend. His phone beeped in my hand once again, as I stared down at the screen of his phone. "Uh, Stiles. You're gonna want to read this." I exclaimed, as I sauntered over to him, as he retrieved his phone from my outstretched hand.

Something was happening to Jackson. Whatever was happening to him was going to take a turn for the worse.