Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 22

I sat in the car, quietly driving back to the loft with Kira and Scott on a FaceTime call.
"Can you explain now?" I nodded, taking a right turn.
"That day you found me at the hospital looking for Stiles, when your dad was brought in, when we found him, something seemed off, his voice was different and he didn't seem completely himself. It just made me cautious." The two friends of mine nodded, patiently waiting for me to continue. "During the MRI something was definitely off, Stiles kissed me." Kira and Scott shared a look as I glanced at my phone on the dashboard. "But that wasn't the main thing."
"What was?"
"Did you noticed Stiles was holding my hand? He was fidgeting." Scott nodded. "He kept tapping and drawing this same pattern out on my hand. I keep tapping it out on my leg and I havent been able to get it out of my head." There was silence as we all stayed quiet, thinking.
"Scott?" Kira's voice broke our mutual silence. "Does Stiles know morse code?" Both, Scott and I, nodded. "Maybe he was trying to tell you something in morse code. You said it was taps and drawings, right?" I nodded. "Do either of you know morse code? We could translate it from the pattern." I nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I know it. I'll text you guys when I find out what it is." The two nodded and I quickly ended the call and continued my drive to the loft in silence.

A couple mornings after that, when I turned up to the Stilinski house to swap out clothes, I found the Sheriff sat on his couch with his head down. I managed to get into the house with my key.
"Mr Stilinski?" He lifted his head up at the sound of my voice and offered me a strange smile, I couldn't quite tell what emotions were behind it, there were just too many. "Is everything okay?" He nodded and stood up, pulling something out of his pocket.
"Stiles asked me to give these to you." I took whatever it was from his hand and found the keys to the Jeep.
"Where's Stiles?" Noah looked down at his shoes, soon looking back up to me.
"He checked himself into Eichen house last night." I felt my body relax and my shoulders slump.
"O-oh, do you want me to stay here for awhile? So there's someone else in the house?" He nodded appreciatively, rubbing the side of my arm and speaking before heading upstairs to get ready for work.
"Only if you want to." I nodded before heading up to my own room and packing away clothes and texting Derek that I'd be staying back here for awhile. The reply I got was a quick 'okay' and 'stay safe', simple but sweet.
"Why would Stiles give me the keys to his Jeep...?"
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I had forced myself to stay away from the supernatural stuff, the Stiles/nogitsune stuff, so I had been forcing myself to focus on school, and only school. Every evening I was sat at my desk doing homework and coursework, every morning after I woke up, I'd do a little workout...but every morning when I woke up I'd wake up screaming because I'd see that same bandaged figure as I did at the loft. My daily scream would usually cause the Sheriff to come into my room to see what was wrong, but by the time he was here, the figure was gone and I was on the verge of a panic attack and crying. This morning, well evening because I took a nap, was no different, and this time when I screamed enough to wake myself up, I didn't see the white bandaged figure, I saw Stiles in the corner of my room...but it wasn't Stiles, there was something vastly different. My breathing became shaky and uneven and I had fully sat up in my bed, definitely about to cry or scream again, or have a panic attack.
"Go away!" It wasn't long before the Sheriff was in my room but by then a pair of arms had wrapped around me and before I knew it, we were elsewhere.
A very familiar elsewhere, Derek's loft. 'Stiles'' arm remained firmly around my waist as we stood in the middle of the loft, my own hands trying to pry his arm away, but to no avail.
"Let go!" I tried to force myself out of his grip but still couldn't, and thats just around the time the door to the loft opened.
"Sh, shshshhh, calm down, you're fine." His voice was calming and I really wanted to calm down, but I knew this Wasn't Stiles, everyone knew at this point.
"Let go, of me!" I pushed down on his arm and elbowed his stomach, causing his grip to loosen and allowing me to slither out and stumble over towards the door before catching myself with a small yelp. "Thank you." I breathed out harshly, looking up and seeing the Sheriff. I hurried up the steps and decided on standing behind everyone. I found, Chris, Allison, Scott, Kira and even Derek. "I said I wouldn't get involved in supernatural shit anymore! I'm going home!" And so I did, I headed straight back to the Stilinski house and stayed in my room fo the rest of the night, minding my own business. Something that had just hit me was that Stiles smelt different, he didn't smell like Stiles...he smelt like a..coyote...?
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It only took an entire school day, a second night, someone causing a hospital fiasco, Allison dying, homicidal werewolves, multiple people dying, countless actually...multiple people close to the pack almost dying or getting seriously injured...Melissa, Deaton..
I sat in my room, continuously tapping the wood of my pencil against my fingers before finally having enough and tearing my jacket from the back of my chair and slipping it on, grabbing Stiles' keys before heading to the Jeep and driving straight to the school.
I ran through the building, having to pass Lydia, Isaac, Scott and Kira who were kneeling on the floor beside a laying down Stiles.
"(Y/n)-" I was panting and panicked as I ran passed them, skidding into the doors at the end of the corridor and taking a little tumble before getting right back up and running again until I found the right place, dropping onto my knees beside two familiar faces.
"A-Aiden." My voice broke as I knelt beside him and his brother. I had grown close to the two the more they were around Derek and because I knew what being an Omega was like and we bonded over that. "W-what happened? He's going to heal, right? Derek?" Aiden was crying and it had set me off to do the same, especially when Ethan came over. Blood was spilling from his mouth as he spoke to his brother.
"Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?"
"Yeah." Ethan whispered and I heard Aiden whimper, so I let my hand touch his hair, lightly raking my fingers through it and resting my head on his shoulder as he cried in pain. Ethan and I did the same, crying because we were about to lose someone close to us. I never really hung out with them for people to know I was close with them, but I was...I was really close to them. I got them through being Omega's again and they helped me improve my strength as a new Beta.
"It's okay." Aiden tried to comfort his brother and Ethan and I chuckled, forcing smiles. "Lydia never believed I was one of the good guys anyway." I smiled and gently pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
"We knew you were." I laughed a little. "You only wanted to help..." He nodded as I lifted my head, Derek speaking next.
"She'll believe me."
"She'll believe all of us." I gave him a light hug, trying so hard not to hurt him any more than he already was. Aiden was straining to keep himself alive longer while Ethan just gently shushed him as the life slowly drained from his brother. The two on us carefully lay him down. I gently moved my hands away and turned to my own brother, tears falling from my eyes as I leant into him, needing more hugs and comfort, which he welcomed, wrapping his arms around me as I quietly cried. Ethan was clinging to his brother's body and crying as I began to sob, realising we had actually lost him and we couldn't do anything about it. I let my hand drift and it found Ethan's, his hand gripping mine tightly. Derek stood up, his hand remaining on top of my head as a sort of comfort.
Stiles had driven the Jeep back to the house as I silently stared out of the window, sniffling. When we got back, I went straight up to my room and dropped onto my bed, just staring at nothingness as Stiles hung at my door for a couple seconds with my back to him before quietly closing the door and heading off to his own room.