Too Long

Chapter 2: Knees

 After their escapade in the woods, Stiles' joke about Scott becoming a werewolf became less and less like a joke. Ramie caught Scott coming home early in the morning one day, because he "slept-walked" all the way into a pool a few streets down, and she saw that his wound from the animal bite had completely disappeared. Scott had no good explanation, he kept saying he thought his body was going through some sort of shock, and that the bite wasn't that bad in the first place. Ramie however, was not convinced, and neither was Stiles.

One night, after Scott performed unbelievably well at lacrosse, yet again, and made first line, Stiles called Ramie and asked her to go over to his house. Ramie assumed he was bummed about not making first line like Scott, and figured they were going to have one of their movie nights, pigging out on ice cream and watching Star Wars, since for some reason Stiles always got to pick the movie. However, when Ramie showed up at the Stilinski residence, it seemed like the last thing Stiles wanted to do was relax and watch a movie. Papers littered the floor of his bedroom, books were open on his bed and his desk, and he was furiously typing at his computer.

"Hey..." Ramie said, uncertainly as she knocked on the door frame to announce her presence. Stiles jumped a bit at her voice, slamming his laptop closed. Ramie raised her eyebrows. "What are you doing Stilinski, watching porn?"

"No!" Stiles exclaimed, opening his laptop again as if to prove it. Ramie laughed at his panicked look.

"Wouldn't judge if you were," Ramie shrugged, and she caught what she could've sworn was a bit of a blush cross over Stiles' cheeks. "Anyway, why'd you want me to come over... without Scott?"

"I think I found something," Stiles started, turning in his desk chair so quickly his knees almost hit Ramie's legs. She took a step back, moving to sit on the edge of his bed as she set her bag on the ground. Stiles scooted his chair closer to her, so their knees were actually touching this time, laptop in his lap. "I've been doing some research and-"

"Ramie?" A voice said from the doorway. Both Ramie and Stiles whipped their head around to see Scott standing in the doorway of the room. Stiles moved his chair back, and Ramie hated the fact that felt disappointed when his knees were no longer touching hers.

"Scott, hey," Ramie said, giving him a small smile.

"What's going on?" Scott asked, stepping into the room, his eyes roaming the room and noticing the mess Stiles had made, just like Ramie had done when she entered.

"Well, I kind of wanted a second opinion on this before I talked to you," Stiles started, nodding slightly at Ramie. "But I think I found something. The werewolf thing? It's not a joke anymore, Scott."

"I was thinking the same thing," Ramie agreed, and Stiles' head snapped towards hers. She could tell he definitely had been making use of the Adderall he had been prescribed for as long as Ramie could remember.

"You were?" Scott and Stiles said at the same time. Ramie nodded, pulling her feet up underneath her, sitting cross-legged on Stiles' bed.

"I saw your bite Scott, and even a small scratch doesn't heal as fast as that did. Adrenaline or not, what happened... shouldn't be possible," Ramie made eye contact with her brother, who looked like he wanted to protest, but she opened her mouth again before he had the chance. "And I saw you at practice too. I love you Scott, and I know you've been practicing but let's be real, you're unbelievably good all of a sudden. Not to mention your hearing and smelling."

"And your inhaler," Stiles butted in, standing up from his chair. "You don't need it anymore. Last time I checked, your asthma doesn't get magically cured overnight!"