Violet

Fling

Scott answers the door before we get a chance to knock, not looking either of us in the eye. He clears his throat and scratches his head, uncomfortable.

I look at him confused, then over at Stiles who has a slight smile on his lips.

"Wolf hearing?" Stiles asks, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Unfortunately." Scott steps back and motions for us to come in.

I'm sure my face is bright red as I walk past him, embarrassed. I join Kira and Lydia on the couch.

"What happened to your tights?" Lydia asks, brows furrowed.

"Oh, I tossed them. They had a snag." I lie, straightening the hem of my skirt.

"So you stripped them off entirely and threw them away?" Lydia presses, suspicious.

I look at Kira for help but she looks just as confused and quizzative.

"Didn't you just buy them?" She adds and I give her a wide eyed look.

"Okay! They were a casualty of passion." I admit to them, ending the interrogation.

"Of course, nymphomaniac." Lydia's tone is judgy but playful. "Hopefully you used protection after your little scare." She gives me a mom look.

"So," Scott walks in, followed by Stiles, interrupting our conversation. "We need to figure out if Sirens have any weaknesses."

I look at him a little surprised, unsure if he means to ward against my power or to harm me.

"I mean something to stop the effects of your powers." Scott clarifies, speaking in a friendlier tone.

He hasn't spoken to me with anything but anger and accusation since we found out I'm a Siren. I guess he finally sees I'm not doing any of this on purpose. I give him a small smile, nodding my head.

"Well, we know she has no effect on other supernatural creatures. I didn't like her at all when we first met." Lydia says matter of factly, patting my leg.

"Thats true, I never felt drawn to her either. Okay, that's something." Scott thinks this over, trying to decide if this is useful.

"You could always bite me." Stiles jokes but Scott doesn't laugh, he actually looks like he's considering it.

"Joking! Joking." Stiles looks at his friend like he should have known he wasn't serious.

"I don't know Stiles, it could work." Scott looks worried, desperate for something to save his friend.

"Yeah, or kill me!"

"You're already dying." Scott says sadly, giving Stiles a sorrowful look.

Stiles looks over at me than too the floor, he sits down and starts biting his thumb nail.

"What about Deaton?" Kira suggests.

Scott shakes his head.

"I already talked to him, he's heard of Sirens but doesn't know much about them. He said he'd keep looking though."

We all remain quiet for a moment, racking our brains for anything at all that could be useful in our task to save Stiles.

"Wasn't there someone else?" Stiles' voice is low and soft, like he doesn't really want to be asking about it.

He looks up at me, giving me a weak smile.

"What do you mean?" I'm not understanding what he's getting at.

"The 'brief fling at best' guy." He's referring to the photo he saw in my room at my mother's house.

I'm taken off guard, throughly surprised at his question. I've honestly been so caught up in what Stiles and I have, I'd kind of forgotten other guys even exist in a romantic sense. Our relationship is bold and passionate, drowning out any thought of past partners. I take a second, trying to think back to 'brief fling' boy.