Soulmates

Mieczyslaw Stilinski

We sat in the back of the jeep, lips joined as we made out on his backseat. He smirked at me as he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up and down my leg. I giggled against his lips as he leant forward, pushing me down onto the seats so he was hovering over me.

"You comfy?" he chuckled, making me laugh and nod.

"I'm always comfy when you're on top of me." I teased, making him smirk as he connected his lips to my neck. I closed my eyes and arched my back into his chest as he sucked on my skin. He stopped kissing my neck and just looked at me. I smiled as he just stared at me, a small smile on his lips too as he took a loose strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

"I love you, Y/N." he whispered.

"I love you too, Stiles." I returned. He smiled once more before connecting our lips again.

I gasped as I woke up, shooting into a sitting position. I gulped, trying to steady my breathing as I thought about the vision I had just had.

"What the hell is a Stiles?" I mumbled to myself. I looked up and my eyebrows furrowed as I saw it. I slowly climbed out of bed, too distracted to flinch at the coolness of the floor under my feet as I wandered over to my desk chair. I looked at the Jersey sat on the back of the chair before taking it in my hands. It was a simple red Jersey, the only markings being the name "Stilinski" and the number "24".

"Stilinski?" I whispered to myself. I looked down at the Jersey, gulping as I felt the same way I'd felt in front of the jeep. Before I knew what I was doing, I brought the Jersey up to my nose and inhaled. I immediately felt relaxed by the somehow familiar scent of lynx body spray and cut grass. It was pure bliss. But I had no idea why. Tears pricked my eyes as I clutched the Jersey, holding it so tight, as if afraid that someone would take it from me. I climbed back into bed and clutched the Jersey against my nose, breathing in the mix and letting my tears fall onto the fabric as I let my eyes flutter shut.

I walked into school and looked around for Lydia and Scott. I smiled as they walked towards me.

"Hey guys." I spoke.

"Hey, what did you want to talk to us about?" Scott asked. I looked around cautiously before walking to one of the classroom doors. I opened it and nodded, making Lydia and Scott look at each other before slipping into the classroom. I followed them and shut the door before looking at them.

"I had another vision last night, but it was different from the others. In this one, me and the boy were kissing in the back of the jeep. He told me he loved me, and I said it back, along with a name." I explained.

"What was the name?" Scott asked. I gulped.

"Stiles." I admitted. Scott and Lydia looked at each other.

"Well, at least that narrows it down. I don't know a single person called Stiles." Lydia scoffed.

"There's something else. When I woke up, this was on the back of my desk." I spoke, digging the Jersey out of my bag.

"It was just suddenly there?" Lydia asked as I handed Scott the Jersey.

"I don't think so. But the weird thing is that it's been there for a month, I've sat down on that chair at least a hundred times in that time, but it's the first time I've actually noticed it." I spoke.

"It's got "Stilinski" on the back. Have you talked to the sheriff about this?" Scott asked, looking at me.

"He's my next stop." I nodded.

"Alright, I'll come with you." He responded before smelling the Jersey. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What is it?" Lydia asked.

"I sniffed it to get a scent but...I've not got a scent, I've just got feelings of happiness...I don't know...it's somehow familiar to me." He mumbled.

"I got feelings of love when I smelt it." I admitted. Scott looked at me.

"Okay, so whoever this boy is, Y/N was his girlfriend, and Lydia and I were his best friends. Does that sound accurate?" Scott asked.

"Only way to find out is to get him back." I nodded. He returned it.

Scott and I walked into the sheriff's station and up to Stilinski's office door before knocking.

"Come in." his muffled voice sounded. I opened the door, making Sheriff Stilinski and Claudia Stilinski look at us as we walked in.

"Sorry for interrupting." Scott spoke as we saw the food cartons littered on Stilinski's desk.

"Don't be, I'm at the end of my lunch break anyway." Stilinski smiled, taking a sip of his drink in the takeaway cup. Claudia looked at him.

"Are you, Noah?" she scoffed. He looked at her.

"Sorry, honey, but I've got a load of cases that need my attention." He sighed. She returned it and nodded.

"Okay. See you later." She spoke, giving me and Scott a small smile as she left. I followed her gaze with my eyes, something feeling off about her.

"So, what can I do for you kids?" Stilinski asked. We looked at each other.

"We have a case for you. A supernatural case." Scott nodded. Stilinski sighed and nodded.

"My favourite." He mumbled. Scott and I looked at each other.

"All of us have memories of this boy, but we can't remember specific things about him." Scott explained.

"Okay, but where do I come into this?" Stilinski asked. I sighed as I got the Jersey out of my bag.

"Your name is literally written all over it." I spoke, handing him the Jersey. His eyes widened as he looked at me.

"Where did you find this?" he asked.

"It was just in my room. It's been there for a month, but I only noticed it last night." I shrugged.

"Well, it can't be mine. I never played lacrosse." He sighed.

"Sheriff, I know this sounds odd, and don't be offended, but do you maybe have a son that you don't remember?" Scott asked. Stilinski sighed and looked at the Jersey.

"No. I don't think so. Claudia and I talked about having kids, but it never happened." He mumbled.

"If you had a son, what would he be called?" I asked. Stilinski sighed again.

"Claudia's dad was called Mieczyslaw, and so we would have called a son that. Though, she always used to say that everyone would just call him-."

"Stiles." I mumbled. He looked at me.

"How did you know that?" he asked. I gulped.

"I keep having visions about this boy. We're always in his jeep and at some point, he always says he loves me. In the latest one, I called him Stiles." I admitted. Stilinski's eyes widened.

"But...Claudia and I never had kids...there's no way for you to know that..." he scoffed.

"Do you know what I am?" I asked.

"Of course I do, Y/N, you're a korrigan." He spoke before his eyes widened.

"There's also no reason for you to know that." Scott replied. Stilinski opened his mouth to speak but then paused.

"How can I not remember my own son?" he choked.

"None of us can remember him. That's what the Wild Hunt does. That's not your fault." Scott reassured. Stilinski sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"What do we do? How do we get him back, how do we stop this?" he asked.

"That's the thing. We still don't know." I admitted. Stilinski sighed again.

"Do whatever you can to figure it out. I want my son back." He nodded. I returned it as I looked at Scott.

"I think we need to talk to Deaton." Scott spoke.

"Let's go." I nodded before we left.