Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Fix Me

Stiles POV
"Hey!" I said following Stassi into the house.
"What the hell is going on with you?"
She looked at me confused and mad.
"I'm fine." She said.
"You're not!"

She grabbed her sweater and went back to the door.
"No!" I said closing it and trapping her in.
"No.. You're going to talk to me. I don't care if I have to stay here all night but you're going to tell me what's going on."
She scoffed at me and rolled her eyes.
"You ignored me all day!" She said moving closer to me.
"You and Scott are keeping something from me and I don't know what it is but I can feel it! You didn't walk with me to class you didn't help with the presentation and you didn't do anything when Lydia started mouthing off!" She said hitting the wall.
"Why did you come here alone." I asked.
"What are you keeping from me."

We were pretty close and my back was up against the door and she was up in my face. I didn't care, I wasn't going to let this slide. It was dumb and dangerous.
"You said you'd explain later. It's later." She said and her minty breath hit my lips.
"It's complicated. Why did you come here alone?" I averted her question trying to get the answer to mine.
"It's complicated." She said backing away.
"No. It was irresponsible and dangerous! You don't know him! He's dangerous and he could hurt you!" I said getting mad. "If you're trying to get back at me or teach me a lesson, putting yourself in danger isn't going to work."

She didn't say anything. The silence was killing me. I wasn't keeping my secret from her, I was keeping Wills. It's not my place to tell, Scott and I swore.

"Move." She said and I shifted in front of the door handle.
"No."
"Stiles..!"
"No! Because I could lose fucking everything! But not you. God not you!" I blurted out. I didn't mean to raise my voice at her like that.

It was silent for a bit. She looked like she was about to cry, then she looked away and inhaled.
"I need you, idiot." She said.
"You have me. Until every last star dies. You have me."

There was a loud crash outside.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
I moved out of the way and opened the door. The two of us flew out to see Scott and Derek circling with their backs to each other.
"It's here!" Scott yelled.

"Stass.." I said and there she was, but it wasn't her. She walked up next to me purple and all.
"It's just Stiles." I said with my hands up. I knew she recognized me, but I also know that sometimes in the state of things like this, they can forget.
"Better creatures could love you I know, but now they'll have to get through me. My love should wear a warning sign damn right I remember you." She said.
"Stassi!" Scott called out and her head snapped.

Through the woods emerged this being. Him. It.
Standing at about 7 feet tall with giant forearms and thick legs. Bald headed with a vail over its face.
"Stand down child." It said revealing its face. It was gray and thick. Small eyes and small nose. Stassi stood in front of me as Derek and Scott walked backwards with their arms out keeping their eye on him.
Derek roared at him and he snickered.
"You werewolves make me laugh." He said. "Bow."
"Wolves don't bow before men." And he slashed Derek in the face and he spit blood getting back on his feet. And he looked to Scott.
Shit! Scott!

"I have the three brothers within me. I'm no man, I'm a God!" He bellowed.
"You're a puppet!" Stassi said. "The Gods sent you to create chaos. They made you believe you are, but you are not one of them."
He roared too but it was different from Scott and Dereks. It was deep and it lingered making the ground shake. But she stood still and unfazed.
"Wanheada..." He said. "A child. Do you really believe that a child is the answer." He said picking Derek up and throwing him into Scott.

Stassi did a weird thing with her hands and it created a barrier between us and him.
She gave Scott and Derek enough time to get up to the porch and as the barrier came undone she walked down. I knew better than to follow her, but I know I would follow her anywhere.

"You will understand soon, that this is for the better. Humans need order, they need organization, you beg to be ruled. This new order will bring peace from your new king." He said referring to himself.
"No one wearing a crown comes in peace." Stassi said about 20 feet from him.
He laughed.
"You're too young to understand. But you will. I know all about you little one." He said.

"Derek. What do we do?" Scott asked. Derek was now fully healed and he watched the interaction as if it was a movie.
"We have her back." He said.

"You're too smart for this Wanheada." He said. "That a bunch of kids, could defeat me."

The purple smoke came out of her hands as her fingers danced making it move. He looked at her not concerned until the smoke trickled up his legs wrapping around like a snake.
He tried to move it away but as his hand pushed it off it came back together.
It continued to travel upwards coiling around his torso. He started to look more concerned.

And as soon as his gaze left his body and he locked eyes with her she did what she did to Derek the first time he trained her. Her hands moved outward quickly and it tightened around him.
He groaned.
"The more you move the tighter it gets." She said moving her hands outward farther.

"She's doing it." Derek laughed out in joy.
I watched her become the hero. Right before my eyes.
"Move." She said slightly looking over her shoulder.
Scott grabbed me and pushed us out of the way when she flung him into the porch and he skid across through the stairs breaking the wood.

As the dust cleared she took him by the throat. He hand was so small I have no clue how she would even fit halfway around his neck.
His hands went to grab hers but the smoke held them back to either side of him. He struggled.

"You call me a child. You call me weak.You think I'm naive." She said and it didn't sound like her voice. There was no New York in it, and it was like a low growl. I could see from where I was, there was no whites in her eyes. Just dark then light purple.
"Oh but sweetheart, I am a Goddess. My blood is made of stardust and my heart is burning flames. I have the strength of a pack and warriors and the mind of a wise man. You thought you could lock me in your grasp."

Scott held onto me and Derek watched with his red alpha eyes as if he would jump in any minute.
I don't think any of us understood the power of Wanheada, not even Derek.
She lifted him up by the neck so he sat upright, hands still paralyzed.
Derek smiled and so did Scott.

"But my sword is sharp and your grip is loose. My blade is red and I have come to take your crown. This is how I become queen."

A blue light shined down from the sky and it was so bright. I shielded my eyes and when the ringing was gone I turned back, and he was gone, and Stassi was just Stassi.
No falling, no screaming, no cry for help.
Instead she stood tall with her chest rising and falling, and she smiled?
"Ahhhha!! That was awesome!" She said clapping her hands.
"Jesus Christ." Derek said shaking his head.

"Wha- You're not screaming or in pain?" Scott said confused.
"You sound disappointed." She said.
Scott choked out a laugh and shook his head no.
"No no of course not! It's great howd you do it?" He asked.
"Derek showed me."
And boom. There it was. The jealousy. I was already so jealous of Scott and his powers, Derek was 10 times more powerful and knowledgeable.
I hated how she came here to him, and I was happy with the fact that she was not screaming and shaking, but that seemed to be the only time I could do anything.

Derek looked at her so proudly and so worshipful.
"What did you choose to tune into to?" Derek asked.

She shrugged her shoulders as if it was obvious.
"Just Stiles."