Warning: Bird suicide, deer suicide, swearing, drowning, injuries, Derek being a Sourwolf, deliberate vaguness, mentions of a dead body, mentions of a fight.
He got home at eleven thirty. He had gone with Scott to get the boy's first tattoo (the design of which was completely stupid) and then there was that whole thing with a deer jumping into Lydia and Allison's car. Oh, yeah, Allison was back from France. Yay!
But either way, when he walked in the door, he saw his sister sitting at the dining room table. She was stirring marshmellows around her cup of hot chocolate that looked like it had gone cold a while ago. He ran a hand through the hair he had grown over the summer. Apparently he would have one more job before he could sleep.
He walked around the table and sat across from her. It seemed like she didn't notice him. He gently touched her wrist. She snapped out of her stupor and removed the spoon from the hot chocolate. "Hey," he whispered. "What're you doing up?"
She shrugged. "Can't sleep," she answered in the same volume.
"Nightmares?" he asked. She nodded. "Dealers?" he guessed.
She shook her head. "Mom," she said. She said it so quietly he wasn't sure he heard her right. "She always said I was supposed to protect her. I don't know why tonight it's bothering me, but it is."
"She also said I was trying to kill her," Stiles said. "Mom got confused. You know that."
She nodded. She did know that. She knew what dementia did to someone. "I know. But there's something else. It's this feeling I have in my gut. Like something big is going to happen soon."
Stiles gulped. If he learned anything over the summer it was that her instincts were never wrong. "How soon?" he asked.
"Like it's already happening." She looked so tired. He hadn't seen her like this since she first got home.
"Hey, come on, let's have a sleepover," he proposed. A sleepover was where she would get out two sleeping bags and they would both sleep on the floor of Vic's room. You couldn't deny a sleepover request. It was something you didn't do, like getting between their dad and his coffee.
She nodded and walked to her room. He emptied the now chocolate water into the sink and the soggy marshmellows disappeared into the garbage. He grabbed his pillow from his room before he joined her. She was already in her black sleeping bag and Stiles climbed into the blue one.
She moved a little closer to him when she felt him lie down. Her arm fell on his and he didn't mind it. They always ended up like that. One of them touching the other. Just for reassurance that the other was there.
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She walked to her brother's room, ready for school despite her late night. Her backpack was full, her pockets were stocked and she was dressed in leggings, her leather jacket and one of her favourite t-shirts that had a cat on it with a thought bubble that said, "Do I look like I care?" She was just waiting for her brother to drive her to school.
Based on how things were looking, that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Her dad was in the middle of Stiles's room, dressed in his sheriff uniform. The boy himself was on his computer. He gave no idication of moving.
"Please go to school," Noah begged.
"There was a crossing last night, right in the middle of the road," Stiles said. It was like the boy had completely ignored his dad.
"Not gonna beg you," the man said.
"They wouldn't kill, not without influence," Stiles continued. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in new things to look for.
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Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Fanfiction"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
