"Not only are you back," Lydia began.
"But your dad is, too." Scott completed for her. As soon as he was successfully able to convince me he wasn't a ghost and that your father had lied to you, he dragged you off to his place where everyone else was already waiting. It had been a cute reunion with the gang; Scott, Lydia, and Allison. They had explained that Stiles has been having trouble sleeping so he sat out on the meeting. You couldn't help the sadness that washed over you. You really wanted to see him.
"Yeah," You laughed nervously. "About him,"
"What is it?" Allison asked.
"I'm almost positive that my dad is only here to get revenge on you."
"What makes you think that?" Lydia quirked a brow, crossing her arms.
"The fact that he told me you all were dead when we first got back here."
"He didn't want you to know that we were alive." Scott added, confusion striking his features.
Silence draped over you like a warm blanket; it was comfortable. You and your old friends spent that time staring off into space, shuffling through the memories in your brains in order to figure out this problem.
"Wait," Allison shredded the silence like a cheese grater. Our heads snapped over to her, eager to know what had popped into that mind of hers. Her pretty brown eyes trailed over to you. "Aren't you basically the reason why he couldn't even try to kill us in the first place?"
You nodded. "Practically. You guys made me happier than anyone ever had, and he could see that. He wanted to keep me happy, so he just ran off and took me with him."
"If he wanted to keep you happy, he should've just left and kept you here." Lydia mumbled, although loud enough for all to hear. You allowed a smile to pass your lips. She really did care.
"So, he thinks that he'll have a better chance getting to us if you think that we're all dead." Scott began to put the puzzle pieces together.
"So when he mysteriously will want to go out, you won't suspect a thing." Lydia added.
"I can't believe he'd do something like this. We let him run off! Why didn't he just accept that and leave us alone?" Allison groaned.
"Because that would be too easy." Scott explained, all of you nodding in agreement.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" For a moment, you had thought it was Stiles walking in through the door. However, when you saw the scarf and curly hair, you knew who it was.
"Long time no see, Lahey." You grinned at the boy.
"Y/N, hey!" He swept you up into a large hug. The two of you had clicked the second you arrived in Beacon Hills the first time. Of course, it had never been anything more than a tight friendship. Stiles was the one you were sort of romantically involved with.
You and Isaac had sat down next to one another, silently listening as Scott, Lydia, and Allison had filled him in on the town's newest threat. You watched the whole array of emotions he went through as they spoke; confusion, shock, terror.
"Wow," He said when they had finished. "Well, we've gotten rid of him before, we can do it again right?"
"I suppose." Lydia agreed with the boy. "Bu what makes you think that it will be quick? I mean with everything we've been going through with—"
Lydia had abruptly stopped talking after receiving an elbow in the side from her brunette friend. She covered it up with a cough, and you didn't need to use your powers to determine that her heart was pumping faster than a cheetah running at its fastest.
"With who? With Stiles?" You asked, your chest constricting. "What's wrong with him?"
Your friends all shared glances. A sigh escaped Scott's lips before he began to speak. "Stiles isn't really ... himself."
"By that you mean ..."
"Stiles has been possessed by a thousand year old Japanese spirit." Isaac breathed out.
"Possessed?!" You shouted. "How?"
"Well, do you remember when Allison, Scott, and Stiles died for that short amount of time in order to find their parents?" Lydia asked. You nodded. How could you? You were the poor soul who had to hold him under, right after he had kissed you for the second time.
"It apparently opened some kind of door in each of our minds; Scott was having trouble with control, I was seeing Aunt Kate, and Stiles was possessed." Allison continued.
"So, you two are okay at least?" You asked. Both of them nodded. "Where is Stiles, really?"
Again, the silence overcame you all, but this time it was more like a hot lava pouring over you; uncomfortable and painful. You took your time to look at each of your friends, expecting at least one person to speak up. They had each decided to avoid your eyes, looking at anything or anyone but you.
Oh boy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"This is the place that Stiles is being holed up at?" You asked yourself, taking in the large, eerie building that stood before you, proud and tall. After dragging the information out of the pack, you had promised to go straight home afterwards.
You lied.
You had to see Stiles. Sleep wouldn't come as easily to you if you wouldn't. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked up to the building. Your hands clasped around the cold handles of the doors and yanked them open, smiling kindly at the lady that sat at the front desk.
"Is there a boy with the last name Stilinski here?"
"Yes, there is." She replied without taking a single glance at me or any files. He must have came in here recently.
"Well, can I see him?" You let out a innocent laugh.
Only then did she finally look up at you. "Visiting hours are over. Come back tomorrow."
"Alright. Sorry to bother you." You mumbled, beginning to walk out.
"Okay, Denise." Another woman spoke to the lady you had talked to a moment ago. "Your shift's over."
"Thank God. I didn't know how much longer I could take it in here." The lady, Denise, stood up with a relieved sigh. "Good luck."
Your eyes widened in excitement. Maybe there was a different tactic you could try with this one. A plan had already formed in your head, a much easier one at that. But you'd have to move quickly.
Seeing that the new lady's back was facing you, you slowly crept up to the desk and reached out to pinch her shoulder with just enough pressure to have her tumbling to the floor. You grinned to yourself in triumph and hopped over the desk to look through the files.
"What the hell kind of first name is that?" You laughed, referring the the gibberish that was Stiles's actual name. Shaking your head to yourself, you searched the file to see what room he was in. "Room 213, third floor. Got it."
Another grin crossed your features once you had found his room. Pulling a bobby pin out of your pocket, you picked the lock and snuck into the room. You froze when you noticed that he wasn't here, and that he also had a roommate.
"Stiles, is that you?" He said groggily. You took notice of the restraints around his wrists and feet that held him to the bed so he couldn't look up. What the hell.
"Yeah, dude. It's me, Stiles." You said in a deeper voice, cringing afterwards. Everything had been going so well until this moment.
"I didn't think you'd be coming up from the basement until later. You find anything?"
Basement. Jackpot.
"Ah, nah, bro. Just go back to sleep." You said again, your throat beginning to hurt from the strain of your vocal chords. Through the darkness you saw him nod, falling back asleep. You gladly disposed of that deep voice, speaking normally again. "These people really are mental."
You stealthily made your way down to the basement, knocking out any people when it was necessary. The thought of being reunited with Stiles once again sent a fluttery feeling through your chest. It seems as if it had been years since you had last seen one another, when in reality, it had only been a month or two.
"I'll just go out and keep watch. Keep looking." A voice interrupted your journey. Quietly, you slipped behind a stack of boxes, waiting until the footsteps had retreated. The only thing you were able to see was a head of brown hair and a blue shirt. You continued.
Once you made it to your destination, you used your enhanced hearing to determine which room Stiles had slipped into. You quickly made your way to the door where the most sound seemed to be coming from, turning the knob. Unlocked.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped in. The moment your eyes connected with those beautiful brown ones, your world seemed to snap back into place. You smiled.
"Hey, Stiles."
He smirked, but there was almost a mischievous glint to it; something very uncharacteristic of Stiles. "I'm afraid Stiles is ... held up at the moment. Mind if I take a message, love?"