Repel - A Stalia Fanfiction

~10~ SOS

Stiles's POV    
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I can't help but notice the way Braeden is staring at me.

Even with those sunglasses on, it's quite apparent she's questioning why she brought me along.

What we are planning is risky, not to mention the fact we have no clue where to start.

"Is it working?"

Braeden asks, and I look down at my phone.

"It's says its in the middle of the preserve."

I answer.

We were tracking Malia's phone, and we could only hope and pray that she still had it on her.

Knowing the Desert's Wolf reputation though, it was probably a long shot.

"When was the last time it was turned on?"

"It says it's on right now. It's about to die though."

I tell her anxiously.

Braeden sighed.

"Try texting it. See if you get a response. Tell her to text a hello if she's okay."

I follow Braeden's orders, and send the text her way.

We sit for a few minutes, practically begging my phone to buzz.

It doesn't.

Panic overwhelms me.

Her mother wanted her dead.

Only God knew what she had done to her.

"It's alright Stiles. We'll find her. I promise."

Braeden tried to assure me, but I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you're promising because you're getting payed by the department to help."

"This isn't about the money Stiles."

"I thought a girl had to eat."

I shoot back, and she instantly looks displeased.

"This is a favor to Derek too you know."

She takes her eyes off me, looking back at the empty road ahead of us.

"What ever happened to him?"

I ask after a few minutes, and she only ignores me as we pull into the preserve.

"You ask too many questions."

She pops open the back of our certified transport van, gazing at her mass collection of firearms.

She hands me a pistol.

"You know how to fire that, right?"

"Yeah, my Dad taught me when---"

"Stiles, I don't care."

"Right."

She grabs her shotgun, and we make our way to the location where Malia's phone was said to be.

It takes a little digging, but we eventually find the thing under a few leaves.

It's almost dead.

Knowing her passcode, (it's my name) I open her phone.

The last screen she was in was the IMessage center.

An unfinished text to Scott McCall laid before my eyes.

"HELP."
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Author's Note:

This is a quick apology for my long absence from this story, and my others. I do plan to continue, so don't worry about that. But do know, schoolwork has been eating up my time. I can't promise when another update will hit, so hopefully this will hold you over for now.

And while we're at it, what are your thoughts on the first trailer for 5B?

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