Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Always Find Each Other - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

He hears her before he sees her, the strong voice carrying across the room to his ears. He sees her while standing at the check in line, the strawberry blond hair caught his eye first. The way the color caught the light in the harsh, bright lights. She's propped against the counter speaking rather loudly to the woman on the other side of it. She's small wrapped in a puffer jacket, with a scarf that matches her boots. He's just far enough away to not be able to hear the woman's answer to her loud voice.

"I have never had this problem before, I fly all the time and this is ridiculous! If you cannot do your job then get someone out here that can!" She feels... familiar. The stance of her body, the shade of her hair, the air around her was something he had experienced before but not recently.

The young child in line behind him starts to cry in a muffled disturbance to everyone around them, it causes him to flinch.

Glancing down at his wrist watch he notices that the woman had been standing at the counter for almost fifteen minutes, he also notices his shaking hands. When he glances back up at the counter the woman is gone, nowhere in sight as though she had disappeared into thin air. The older man who had been in line behind her was now at the counter.

Stiles rubs a shaking hand over his eyes, maybe the sleepiness surrounding his mind had impaired his vision and the young woman was actually in her nineties and her hair was wig. That would make sense. She was a figment of his imagination. Common Stiles who fantasies about someone who they have only seen the back of? Crazy people, that's who! Your mom tells you you're not crazy- She used to tell you that.

He debates on going to the bar, but alcohol doesn't help anxiety according to his doctor. Neither does caffeine. So instead he sips his hot tea as he tries to keep his eyes awake, desperately searching for the right words in the paragraph that sits on the page in his notebook, the same words he has been searching for over the last two months. Strawberry blonde. He gets nowhere and before he knows it three a.m comes around.

He tries to not touch anyone's shoulder as he makes his way down the long, thin isle. He makes it a point to not make eye contact with anyone, even though there are only three other people sitting down. An elderly couple and a young boy with head phones covering his ears. He searches out the emergency exists and the bathroom while finding his seat. His seat is close to neither, and that only adds to the aching feeling in his chest.

He takes his seat, leans his head back and wills his hands to stop shaking, his body does not listen to him. The air is already too thin, and he thinks about all the possible outcomes, a voice in the back of his head telling him there is only one, inevitable death because we all die sometime and who says tonight is not your night.

His tugs his hair, wishing his shaking would stop, he tries his best to take deep breaths even though he can barely pull air into his body, and his legs go numb so quickly that he can't help but notice yet they still shake.

"Excuse me?" A small voice fills his ears, and his eyes automatically open meeting the ceiling.

Great, he thinks, he had scared someone. He turns his head dramatically, still unable to feel his legs, or breathe correctly and is met with large green eyes. She doesn't look scared nor does she look annoyed but simply concerned. Her large white puffer jacket is still tucked around her, and her bright red hair is pulled atop her head.

"Are you okay? Would you like to sit next to the larger window?" She asks him, not one shred of judgment lacing her voice.

It takes him a moment to find the words, to find the oxygen. He glances around noticing three people, and two flight attendants. Four emergency exists on the small plane.