ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

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"The couch. Put him on the couch," I say and Aiden helps me set him down. I try not to think too much about Melody being in the hospital and all the guilt it'll put on Stiles when he's himself again. We called Deaton ahead of time and he met us here.

He kneels down and checks the big slash on Stiles' stomach. "It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing."

"You mean healing like we heal?" Aiden asks and Deaton nods. "That's good, right?"

"For him, yes. Us? I'm not so sure." Deaton stands up and I stare down at his unconscious form. "Well, if we're not going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?"

"I might have something more effective." Deaton opens his medical bag and pulls out a large brown vile." I look at Aiden and gesture to Stiles. He nods and comes over. We both grab Stiles' head and pull his mouth open. Deaton comes over with an eyedropper and drips the liquid into his mouth.

Suddenly his eyes open and he grabs Aiden by the throat, as well as removing Aiden's hand from his face. "Get him off me!" He grunts out and I grab onto Stiles' arm trying to pry it away from Aiden's throat only to find I can't. It's definitely weird having Stiles be stronger than me.

Eventually the nogitsune's grip loosens and Aiden pushes himself away from the dark spirit. I look and see his hand shaking as whatever Deaton gave him starts to take affect. His hands fall to his sides and he looks up at Deaton. "Kanima venom. Nice touch."

Aiden roars, unsheathing his claws, and flashing his fangs, taking a threatening step towards Stiles. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain?" His words are enough to make Aiden freeze. "You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it."

Aiden and I look at each other. "Okay, I'll give you a little hint. Ethan's at the school." He looks at me almost seeming to ask for permission. "Go," I say and he races out of here. The nogitsune cranes his neck to watch him go, laughing darkly.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins." He looks back at us. "Short tempers, homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day." He looks around the group and smiles. "You know when we're all together like this there always seems to be one important person missing. So, where is Melody? She isn't dead is she?"

We glare at him and he laughs like we're missing something. "Oh, I hope none of you think little old me crashed on purpose! Crazy bitch is the one that jerked the wheel and caused me to hit that rail."

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth?" Mom asks and Deaton nods. "Yes, I do." He rips a piece of duct tape off and leans down, pressing it over Stiles' mouth. He shouts but it's muffled and then he dissolves into giggling which is more than a little disconcerting.

Mom starts to bandage his wound while Deaton, Lydia, and I stand in the kitchen. "How much longer do you think we have?"

"I wish I knew," he says shrugging. "But if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand."

I look back over to Stiles and find he's been staring at me. "The scroll said to change his body, right?" Lydia asks after a few minutes while we're trying to come up with a plan. "That's if I translated it correctly. We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor."