Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 3

I screamed a little when I turned the corner and saw someone in all black chilling in a small dip in the corridor under the bell and quickly placed my hand on my heart with a breathy laugh, although my laugh was fast to escalate when the bell rang and this person jumped...a lot...
"Hello there, dear brother, and what brings you by my neck of the woods?" I had a bright smile as he turned to face me in pain. "Serves you right for eavesdropping, why are you here?" He shrugged and just ruffled my hair before leaving, leaving me the most confused I have ever been, but he soon stopped, turned around, grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, making me scream a little again. "Where are we going?" No answer as he pulled me through the school. "Where are we going?" Still no answer, so I tried again. "Why are we outside?" I screamed a little when Derek stepped out in front of Stiles' jeep, forcing him to slam onto the brakes, with me in his arms. "Oh, I see now." I paused for a moment before noticing Derek start to waver where he stood and I quickly dropped my bag to the floor to hold my brother's arm and try to get him to look at me. "Derek?" I could smell something very familiar and swiftly set a hand on his other shoulder to try and keep him up as horns started going off behind Stiles. It wasn't long before Derek collapsed onto me and I had to lower him to the ground because he was too heavy. I looked around very briefly and spotted Scott running over. As Scott arrived, Stiles got out of the Jeep.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was shot." My eyes widened at the words that left my brother's mouth.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me..."
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles and Scott were starting to panic as I tried to keep Derek sat upright.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott and his many many questions, honestly.
"I can't." Realisation hit me.
"Different kind of bullet..." Derek nodded and I stood up, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up, despite his pained groaning and his eyes flashing a bright blue. "Scott! Grab his other arm and help him up, Miecyslaw, get in the car, now." Both boys did as they were told and we were quick to get Derek in the car.

"What last resort?!" I snapped out of my daze and looked at my brother's arm. "Oh, my god. What is that?"
"Ew...can I poke it?"
"No!" The two of them shouted at me and I pouted, slouching back in my seat.
"Ugh is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."
"Start the car, now."
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact I bet I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."
"Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." It was kind of scary how calm Derek had said that.
"Please, just start the car." I begged, leaning forward between the seats, lightly slapping Stiles' arm repeatedly. He sighed and started the car.

While Stiles and Derek were dealing with Derek's arm, I was sitting in the corner of the room internally screaming and just kind of watching everything go down.
"...now you have to leave us alone!" Derek spotted me curled up in the corner of the room and started at me with amused curiosity. "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I-I'm gonna tell him everything." Stiles also noticed and came over to me, gently pulling me up asking if I was okay, I nodded with a bright smile and skipped over to Derek, hugging his torso and his arm went around my shoulders.
"You're going to trust them?" My brother's voice rang around the room.
"Why not? They're a hell of a lot nicer than you are." Derek and I shared a look, remembering what they did.
"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are." There was definite confusion on Scott's face.
"What do you mean?"
While Stiles went home, after offering a ride I declined, I joined Scott and Derek on their adventure, where to? you may ask, well to Beacons Crossing Home, the long term care facility.
I followed after the two as they headed inside, clinging to my brother's arm.

Derek gently opened the door and wandered in, with me and then Scott following,, and as usual the first thing I noticed was the half scarred person sat in the middle of the room.
"Who is he?" Scott was the first to speak after a couple minutes of silence.
"Our uncle. Peter Hale." Derek answered, petting my hair a little.
"Is he like you? A werewolf?"
"He was, but now he's barely even human." I rest my head against Derek's arm. "Six years ago my sister and I were at school. Our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was one of the only survivors."
"So what makes you so sure that they set the fire?"
"Cause they're the only ones that knew about us." Scott looked at me and I nodded.
"After the fire, Derek and Laura went on the run but they couldn't exactly take a ten year old across America, so we agreed I'd stay in Beacon Hill's at a hotel with the money mom had left in her account. Almost six years later, Laura comes back, so I started staying with her, then she died and Derek comes back, so I started staying with Derek....now we're here." I completely relaxed. "I come to see Peter when I can...the fire is the reason I avoid Allison, her family did this to us...made us orphans."
"They say they'll only kill an adult with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do, this is what Allison will do."
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?!" The nurse sounded furious.
"We were just leaving."
She soon recognised me and gave me a sympathetic smile and nod and in return I sent her a hopeful smile.
"Thank you for taking care of him." She nodded and escorted us out.

I sat in a car with Scott and Stiles, since Scott was with us and we had gone somewhere so we were taking him home...
"How come you don't call him Stiles like everyone else?" I shrugged.
"Derek calls him 'Scott's weird friend', so I don't really see a problem." Stiles sat in the driver's seat just listening to me and Scott converse.
"Yeah, but how come you call him Mi-.....?"
"Miecyslaw?" Scott nodded and I laughed. "Because that's his name, anyway, I'm not a fan of nicknames, so I don't like calling him 'Stiles'." I stopped talking at let there be a silence as I stared out of the window with a small smile.
"Will you ever call me Stiles?" Apparently the devil himself decided to join the conversation. I shrugged.
"The only reason I would, would be because I was really scared or panicked or something. Like near death and needed help or something, cause at that point 'Miecyslaw' is too long and difficult to say." The two nodded as we pulled up to Scott's house. "See ya Scott!"
"Bye (Y/n), see ya Stiles!" The two of us quickly got home so we could actually go to bed and get some sleep for once.
I mean, that plan didn't even work...we hung out in Stiles' room until we both just passed out on his bed. There were books everywhere, again, and Stiles had his head on my leg as he lay on his back with his own legs hanging off the bed while I was sleeping on my side with my top leg straight and behind the other one, which Stiles lay on, my hands in front of my face, completely relaxed. The only reason I woke up even a little bit was because Mr Stilinski had walked into the room to check on us and had carefully been moving all of the books.
"Hello." I whispered with a smile, making him smile too and gently set a hand on my head.
"Go back to sleep, I'm just cleaning up the books." I nodded and shifted a little to get comfy to sleep again.
The next morning was a Sunday and I woke up in a little bit of pain.
"You spastic!" I laughed and shouted as Stiles woke up with a start and fell off the bed, having hurt my leg in the process. "I've got a babysitting job today, so I'll see you later."