Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Abomination

I decided to let Deaton do the explaining to Scott, since he was the more experienced one in supernatural...stuff. After making sure Scott was going to be okay, I left. But the moment I got into my car, Stiles called.

"Hey, Stiles. What's up?" I answered as I started my car.

"Hey, Melody. So, uh, I'm at Tucker's Garage, getting my jeep fixed, but it is taking a while. Do you mind coming over to...keep me company?"

I sighed at his pathetic excuse. "Of course. I don't mind. I don't have anything to do right now."

"Great! See you in a few."

"See ya." I hung up and drove down to the garage, parking outside. I found him in the waiting area near the front desk, wiping somehting on his sleeve while looking at a picture on the wall.

"Hey," I greeted as he grabbed his phone to text someone, but his fingers were shaking. "Stiles, are you okay-"

I reached out to touch him, but he jerked away. "Don't touch me. There was something on the handle."

We looked through the window showing the garage and I saw something crawl down the side of Stiles' jeep, hitting the man in the neck. I left Stiles, entering the shop slowly as the man collapsed to the floor as if he was paralyzed. The machine holding the jeep slowly began to lower. I was about to run over to help the man, who was pleading for help, when the creature jumped down in front of me. It was some sort of lizard-humanoid, with yellow, slitted eyes...the same eyes from the night at Isaac's house. My eyes started to glow when we made eye contact and when I transformed, I wasn't a wolf. I was...whatever the creature was. It stared at me, hissing and I hissed back, eyeing him menacingly. It tried swiping it's claws at me, but I managed to dodge them, whipping my tail at him and knocking him away. As I approached it again, he slithered away. I turned back to human form before realizing I was too late: the man was crushed.

I ran back to Stiles, who was on the floor, slightly paralyzed but he managed to call 911. I helped him to his feet as the police arrived. Thankfully, whatever Stiles touched for him to become paralyzed began to wear off by the time Sheriff Stilinski found us. He immediately escorted us outside to the ambulance, sitting on the edge in the back. He questioned us and we came up with some pretty believable lies.

"I told you, we just- we walked in, and I saw the jeep on top of the guy. That's all," Stiles said and I nodded in agreement. I noticed Stiles wiggling one of his hands, probably trying to regain feeling.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"Nothing," Stiles replied evasively. "Can I just get out of here now?"

"Look, if there's somehting you kids don't think you can tell me-"

"You think we're lying?" Stiles interjected.

"No, of course not! I'm just worried about you...both of you. Now, if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it-"

"We're okay, Sheriff Stilinski," I told him reassuredly.

"I didn't see anything- at all. Can I go now, please?" Stiles pleaded.

"Sure... but not in your jeep. We're going to have to impound it," Sheriff Stilinski said and Stiles looked distraught. "Sorry, kid. Evidence. I'll see you at home." He pat Stiles on the back before walking away. Stiles groaned.

"You need a ride home?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Let me call Scott first. He needs to know what happened here."

"Okay. Meet me in my car."

It didn't take long for him to call and soon we were sitting in my car, waiting for Scott. We sat there in silence for a moment...a very awkward moment.