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Scott stared at Stiles for a moment before looking up at the moon. Stiles took a good look at his best friend. He reminded him of Cas for a second in the moment of quiet. God what is my life? Stiles could feel Scott’s emotions clash like the ocean and it didn’t bring any calm to the situation. Stiles wanted to reach out and know what was going on in Scott’s head. He caught his hand half way in the motion and the fear of the possibility of killing his friend set in. Scott made a noise and Stiles looked back up at him.
Concern was painted on his face, “You okay?” Stiles nodded. “Look, you and Derek are kind of obvious.” Stiles stared at him in shock. Why doesn’t anyone tell me anything? “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything, but…” Scott scratched the back of his neck as if he was suddenly tired.
“Okay.” Stiles nodded while looking around not knowing what to do with this information. “Okay.” The door opened behind them just as his own emotional tiredness set in. Thank God.
“Are you ready to go?” Melissa asked. Stiles turned around to see the two adults on the porch.
“Yeah?” Stiles could feel Scott looking at him for direction.
“Yeah.” Stiles nodded. Melissa looked at Noah hesitantly.
“Okay, well thank you for dinner.” Melissa said to Noah before turning to Scott. “Let’s go. I have a shift in an hour.” Scott put his hand on Stiles' shoulder.
“See you tomorrow?” Stiles nodded. Scott smiled then turned to follow his mom to the car.
Stiles and Noah stood in the driveway watching the car until it disappeared around a corner. “So you and Melissa?” Stiles could feel a light thwack at the back of his head and smiled. “What?” Stiles played innocent as he looked back at Noah. The smile dropped from his face. “what?”
Noah shook his head and started back towards the house. Stiles suddenly reached out and grabbed Noah's wrist, warmth surging to his eyes and hand. The storm of emotions calmed suddenly before being replaced by shock. Stiles pulled away as suddenly as it happened. “It’s been a long night.” Noah said after a moment. Stiles nodded and looked down at the ground feeling guilty. Fucking stupid. Crossing a line? What are you doing, Psota?
It was a blur as they got ready for bed. “Good night.” Noah was standing in Stiles’ doorway. Stiles was sitting on the edge of his bed suddenly basketball shorts and a t-shirt without remembering ever putting them on. He nodded trying to figure out how he got there. Noah sighed before walking over and sitting next to him. “Look, it’s been a lot lately. With your parents, Derek, Scott, Melissa, the whole alpha pack and whats-her-name, you may not be fully human but even then it is okay to talk to people. Let them in.” Noah put a hand on Stiles shoulder.
It was like a dam broke and Stiles felt tears run down his face. “I wish I didn’t have to lie. Everything could have gone smoother. Everything with Jackson could have been different. The Argents. Lydia. Erica might not have been dead. I have this stupid curse and can’t even save my own sister from it.” He took a shaky deep breath. “I’m lost.” Stiles whispered as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to Noah.
Noah didn’t say anything, but Stiles got the feeling it was because he knew Stiles needed to just vent then truly need advice. He doesn’t know how long they sat there, but suddenly a wave of tiredness crashed through him for a second time that night.
Stiles rolled over just to be flash banged by the stream of sunlight that came through his blinds. “What the fuck?” He mumbled as he looked at the time. 10:30 stared back at him. He looked around the room trying to remember what day it was. Pack meet. “Shit.” Stiles reached for his phone.
‘Meet at 2:30.’ - Scott
“Thank God.” Stiles rolled over.
Stiles woke up with a start. He laid there for a second trying to figure out what woke him when his brain came to a halt. Time. He quickly rolled over and looked at his clock. 2:15. “Fuck.” He got out of bed and stumbled through changing his clothes. Finally after making sure he had everything that he needed, he glanced at the clock. 2:28. “Welp.” He stretched his wings out and imaged the hall outside of Derek’s loft.
In a flash he could feel everything warping before stopping abruptly with Derek’s door in front of him. “Hey.” Stiles whipped around and found Scott coming up the stairs. Scott nodded before pushing past him and opening the loft door. Only Derek seemed to be present and Stiles felt relieved that he wasn’t late.
Scott went over the couch and sat down while Stiles watched Derek sip a cup of coffee, leaning against the table. Derek’s eyes met his and Stiles’ brain started back up. He made his way to the table and put his book and notes down. As he organized the pieces of paper he could feel more people enter the room. After a couple of minutes of just fidgeting with the papers, Scott spoke up. “So Stiles, what did you find?”
Stiles turns around and mentions the table. “Ms. Blake is a druid which we all know by now, but she is performing what is called the Three Fold Death.” Stiles points to a paper he had laying out on the table that everyone was standing around now. “Druids are simply humans with a connection with nature, nothing more. They can be adversaries for packs because of the historical tie with werewolves.” Stiles moves his hand over to another paper. He looks around the table before continuing. “The day the alpha pack arrives, she does too. I don’t think the pack knows that she is here or she would be at any of the meeting spots or hide outs of the pack.” Stiles nods and takes a quick look around to make sure everyone is following. “Since druids are human, they can be killed like the same as well. If they don’t have a protective spell protecting that is.” Stiles points at the list of spells that he found. “Here is the plan.” He pulls a sheet of paper out from everything and gives it to Scott.
Scott stared at the paper looking lost before coughing. “Stiles, what is this?” Stiles cocked his head in confusion. “This isn’t English.” Scott turned the paper around; there stood Primitive Irish. Stiles took a glance at the notes at the table to find that they were all written that way.
“Um.” Stiles gestured for Scott to give him the paper back. “I’ll translate it later. So the plan is if we get close to her without ticking her off that we are on to her; maybe we can get the pack to kill her. Preferably before she completes her next round of killing. If not, then we hold her off and prevent her from killing as much as possible.” Stiles looked around at the silent table.
Lydia was looking at the language in awe while Alison stood next to her with a concentrated look. Isaac and Cora stood together silently; both seeming to weigh the options. Boyd was the first one to speak up with a voice of concern. “How exactly do you plan on getting close to her?” Stiles opened then closed his mouth while stealing glances at an equally concerned Scott; the silence growing with the anxiety that was in the air.
“I’ll do it.” Derek broke the trance.