It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 54 - Orphaned

Stiles looks over to Derek and nods towards Brett "Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?"

Derek looks up and clips out through Brett's thrashing around "Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength."

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton states the obvious and I groan in frustration "Can we knock him out with something first then because we are fucking trying to hold him doc"

Stiles tries to get a better grip, but the yellow goop Brett is choking on is getting everywhere as it flies from his mouth and is making his skin even more slick for them to hold onto.

"Derek, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him." Stiles stresses before I watch with my own wide eyes as Brett opens his eyes with clarity.

He looks absolutely terrified as he quickly takes in the current situation that's happening.

Brett lets out a deep bellow as he simultaneously shoots his arms up and out to his sides, lifting his legs in the process to throw me backwards and the guys to either side of the room from the table this is going to hurt

My back crashes into what I thought was the wall, but when I feel arms land under my arms, I realize it's a chest catching me from hitting the ground.

I'm set back on the ground and I turn, moving my shocked eyes up to see Peter offering a nod when I mutter "Thank you for that" to him.

Peter crinkles his eyes with his small smile and nod back towards me before he shines his were-blues and pushes me behind him.

We watch as Brett hops off the table, looking at the five of us as he moves around defensively before taking quick steps our way.

Peter takes a step forward and reaches back to punch Brett right in the jaw, knocking him down to lay flat on his back on the ground.

Derek and Stiles look over with shock all over their faces before Peter shrugs and looks down to Brett "I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself."

Derek scoffs and looks to the kid "Yeah, maybe more than a little."

I quickly walk around Peter to kneel down next to Brett with Stiles who in turn looks up to Deaton "Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing."

Deaton drops down on his other side and sets the scalpel up against Brett's chest, dragging it a couple inches down the middle of his chest.

A puff of yellow smoke comes out of the cut Deaton made and Brett makes deep labored breaths that at least sound better than when he was on the table.

"Is he okay?" I look up to Deaton who nods "I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while"

"Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something." Stiles looks around to us as we lean closer to Brett who is muttering just above a whisper, "The sun... The moon... The truth... The sun... The moon... The truth..."

I look up to Stiles as the saying instantly comes to me and I furrow my brows "Three things cannot long be hidden– The sun, the moon, and the truth– it's Buddhist." I move my eyes from Stiles' raised brows and over to Derek who flicks his eyes over to Peter when he grits out "Satomi."

Peter and Derek share a silent conversation before Deaton gains my attention when he sets his hand on my arm "Let's get this cleaned up all right?"

I move my eyes to him, offering a grateful smile before Stiles reaches out to help me stand up and walks with me over to the supply cart Deaton is grabbing items from guess the Vet isn't so bad