Believe It or Not. Part 12.
Summary: after being injured by the alpha, y/n can’t help her friends. So follow their wild ride to save her.
///I guess y/n isn’t really in this herself a lot but she’s talked about a lot///
(Based off 1x12 “Code-Breaker”)
“Perfect,” Peter said. Then continuing to throw y/n’s body on the ground, still unconscious.
“You’re coming with me.” Peter took a few steps forward but Stiles hadn’t moved at all.
“No,” the boy groaned, causing an annoyed Peter to turn around and look at him, “i’m not just letting you leave her here.”
“You don’t have a choice. Stiles, you’re coming with me.” Peter made his way back until he was standing right over y/n, claws extended.
Stiles squirmed, he moved so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her body, “Just kill me. Look, I don’t care, anymore.” Stiles’ tears fell freely from his eyes, he knew time was ticking. He needed to get her and Lydia out of here quickly.
“Call your friend,” Peter offered, “Tell Jackson where they are. That’s all you get.”
Stiles immediately started to fumble his hand around in his pocket for his phone. He realized this was the only way he would be able to get y/n the help she needs.
Once Stiles told Jackson that Lydia was in trouble he hung up and full on sprinted to the lacrosse field.
As he got closer and closer, he was able to see the two girls lying on the ground side by side. The first person he made contact with was Lydia. He held her head in one hand, as his other reached for his phone.
“Come on Lydia, stay with me.” He whispered as he held her head in his hands.
As gently as he could, Jackson placed both of his arms underneath Lydia’s body. One underneath her knees, and the other right near her shoulder blades. He easily lifted her into his arms and ran her all the way to his car placing her in the backseat and then heading back her y/n.
He shifted to his other knee on the ground, reaching his hand down to check y/n’s pulse. A sigh of relief when he realized she was breathing. He then repeated his actions with her, y/n slightly groaned as he lifted her up.
“Wha- Jackson?” Her eyes started to flutter open.
“You’re going to be fine y/n, just shut up okay.”
Confused but tired, y/n let her eyes shut again already being consumed with more pain.
Stiles nervously drove his jeep, speeding as necessary with Peter in the seat right next to him.
“Don’t feel bad,” Peter broke the silence, “she’ll probably live.”
A sudden feeling of anger flooded Stiles’ mind and body, “she better live.” He whispered more to himself than to Peter, not wanting to talk to him at all.
“But the redhead, Lydia is it? If she lives, she might become a werewolf. She’ll be incredibly powerful.”
Stiles’ face twisted in confusion, “did you bite her?” He turned to look at the alpha.
“Scratched.” He clarified.
“That’s just great,” Stiles sighed, “once a month Lydia will go out of her mind and try to tear everyone apart.” He shook his head, things were already difficult with Scott being a werewolf.
Although he did worry about Lydia a lot. He had known her forever, of course he cared about her, she’s his friend. At least he was able to clarify his feelings for her now, and his feelings for y/n… Which were incredibly strong.
“Well actually, considering she’s a woman- twice a month.” Peter’s twisted humor just made Stiles angier, causing him to press on the accelerator a little harder.
“I’m not sure how long you’ll be. You want me to pick out anything specific, sweetheart?”
Allison’s mother Victoria asked her daughter, helping her prepare for leaving town with Kate.
“I just saw my boyfriend turn into a werewolf.” Was all Allison could say, ignoring her mother and replaying the images of the last thing she saw on a loop in her head.
“All right,” her mother sighed, “I’ll pick out some things myself.”
“Who was that? Was that Scott?” Allison asked.
“No. Somebody named Jackson.” Victoria answered.
“What are you gonna do to him?” The girl asked, concerned for her friend.
“That depends. We have a sort of moral code we follow. Especially when they’re that young.” Her mother said, not once turning around from her position in front of the closet.
“Scott didn’t kill anybody, he couldn’t-” Allison rushed to the defense of Scott, until her mother calmly cut her off.
“This is all part of a longer conversation.”
Stiles and Peter ended up on a random level of a parking garage. Peter pulling out a laptop.
“Good luck getting a signal down here. Oh MiFi. And you’re a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?” Stiles sarcastic demeanor beginning to return.
“Turn it on. Get connected.” Peter ignored the boy.
“You know, you’re killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott’s username and password, and I’m sorry, but I don’t know them.”
Peter glared at him, “you know both of them.”
“No I don’t.” Stiles stayed persistent, but Peter’s abilities were too strong.
“Even if I couldn’t hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you’re lying.”
“Dude, I swear to god-”
“I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don’t make me persuade you… Especially when it comes to that pretty little girl in the white and gold dress. Where is she again? Let’s hope the hospital, for her sake.”
Jackson was running through the hospital, turning corners and running past rooms until he ran into the sheriff.
“Where is she?” He shouted, desperately looking for Lydia.
“Hey. Hey! What the hell happened to those girls?” The sheriff asked when he was finally able to calm the boy down.
“I-I don’t know,” the boy answered nervously, “I went out looking for her.” He pointed at Lydia.
“What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don’t lie to me, son.” The sheriff begged. He needed to know what happened to both Lydia and Y/n. He was extremely worried about y/n. He’d known this girl for so long, she was family, just like Scott.
Jackson didn’t answer so the sheriff rushed forwards and grabbed the sides of his shirt.
“What happened to her?” He yelled, forceful.
“This isn’t my fault!” The boy defended himself.
“She’s your girlfriend! And y/n your classmate they’re your responsibility!”
“She didn’t go to the formal with me.” Jackson corrected, taking the sheriff by surprise.
“Stiles took her.”
“Somebody better find my son.” The sheriff whispered, turning around and leaving the teenage boy in the hospital hallway.
“You’re going to kill people, aren’t you?” Stiles asked, his nervous fingers typing on the computer.
“Only the responsible ones.”
He answered. Which immediately turned Stiles’ mind to Scott, “Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of this.” He tried to bargain the safety of his friend.
“Do you want to know why wolves hunt in packs,” Peter started, “it’s because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them.”
Stiles had stopped typing and was now facing Peter. He really wasn’t scared of him anymore, if he was going to kill him he would’ve already been dead. So Stiles used the brave part of him to speak.
“He’s not going to help you.” He said with a straight face, looking Peter dead in the eye.
But Peter just laughed, “oh, he will. Because it’ll save Allison, and his sister. And you will because it’ll save her too, and Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, even his username and password.”
With a sigh, Stiles turned back around to type in the needed information. Peter watched intently as Stiles placed both the username and password into place.
“His username is Allison, and his password, is Allison?” He stated unimpressed.
“Still want him in your pack?”
After Peter had taken his keys and drove off to the hale house, since that’s where Derek was being kept (well underneath it), Stiles ran to the only place he thought he could find her.
He ran down the halls until he turned a corner and saw his dad, slowing down. The sheriff immediately noticed his son’s presence.
“You know it’s a good thing we’re in a hospital because I’m going to kill you.” He said while angrily striding towards his son.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” the boy struggled to explain himself, “I lost the keys to my jeep, I had to run all the way here.”
“I don’t care!” His dad was now yelling.
Stiles ran his hands over his head in frustration. He turned around and saw into one of the hospitals rooms through the window. It was Y/n’s room.
He watched with wide eyes as she lied there on her back in the hospital bed. Her chest shallowly rising and falling. He could hear the faint noise of beeping from the multiple machines she’s hooked up to.
So much guilt flooded his body all at once. This was his fault, he and Scott should’ve told her sooner. Maybe if they had, she wouldn’t be here right now. The image of her body falling to the ground made him shiver. Her head in his lap, wanting more than anything for her to open her eyes, eyes that he loved so much. A tear involuntarily slid down his face.
“Is she gonna be okay?” He whispered loud enough for his father to here.
“They don’t know, partially because they don’t know what happened. She lost a lot of blood.”
Stiles stood, his hand against the window. He wanted to go inside, to see her but they weren’t letting anyone in. So he turned around to face his dad, the sight of y/n making his heart ache.
“What about Lydia?” Concern laced his voice for his friend, who he also got stuck in this mess.
“I don’t know, but there’s something else going on with her.”
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“The doctors say it’s like Lydia’s having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock,” the sheriff elaborated, “Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?”
Stiles shook his head, now fully aware of how easy it’s become for him to lie to the people he cares about.
“No. No, I have no idea.”
“What about Scott?” His dad asked.
“What do you mean? What about him?”
“Did he see anything?”
Stiles started racing with anxiety, “What do you- is he not here?”
“What are you talking about?” His dad asked now on the verge of yelling,
“I’ve been calling him on his cell phone. I’ve gotten no response.”
Stiles sighed, “yeah and you’re not going to get one.”
As Scott and Derek approached the entrance of the Hale house when Derek sensed something, something wrong. He stopped in his tracks.
“Hey, hold on,” he called out to Scott, “Hold on. Something doesn’t feel right.”
He said finally catching the beta’s attention. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” Derek shifted uncomfortably, “It’s- it’s kind of like it’s-”
He would’ve finished but Scott cut him off,
“No, don’t say ‘too easy.’ People say ‘too easy.’ And bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison’s dad? None of this has been easy.”
At the boy’s childish outburst, he gave in.
“Fine. You’re right.” They continued inside the house. After only a few steps they heard the voice of a woman, more importantly, the voice of Kate.
“Now the leg. Flash bolt!”
Derek recognizing the terminology called out to Scott, “Scott, your eyes!”
Except it wasn’t Kate that attacked Scott. Kate was guiding Allison on how to take him down.
“Get up!” Derek shouted, but Scott was too weak.
“Allison, I can explain.” Scott pleaded to the girl he claimed love for not more than a few hours ago.
“Stop lying.” She snapped, “For once, stop lying.” Scott could practically feel her anger.
“I Was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-”
“Was to protect me.” She finished mockingly.
“Yes.” Scott sighed in defeat.
“I don’t believe you.” Allison whispered to suppress her tears.
“Thank god,” Kate interrupted, “now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.”
Allison turned to face her, caught off guard. “You- you said we were just gonna catch them?” She questioned her aunt’s motives.
And just when Allison, Scott, Derek and everyone thought nothing could get worse. That’s exactly what happened.
It all happened so quick in front of Scott. Allison being threatened, Kate’s throat being slashed, and derek killing Peter and becoming the alpha. Taking away any chance Scott had at curing himself.
After the longest night of his life, he finally found himself wandering through the halls of the hospital, looking for his sister’s room.
He turned a few more corners before he reached his destination. Once Scott approached the window, he hesitantly looked inside. His heart dropped seeing her there, eyes shut. He couldn’t help but blame himself. Stiles was right, he should’ve told her everything from the beginning- when he needed her the most. But at least she wasn’t alone, he glanced down to see that Stiles had moved a chair to the edge of her bed so he could hold her hand while she slept. Stiles’ head laying down next to their intertwined hands as he slept as well.
Scott smiled to himself, entering the room finally. He walked up to his best friend and let his hand fall lightly on his shoulder. Stiles softly opened his eyes and looked up at him.
“Morning sunshine,” Scott chuckled, “can I have a second?” He motioned to y/n with his eyes and Stiles understood what he meant.
“Yeah, yeah of course.” He got up and grabbed his jacket, walking towards the door. But before he left, he looked back at y/n one more time and smiled. He could feel it, she was going to be fine.
Scott took the chair that Stiles had recently occupied, and placed his hand in hers. Almost instantly y/n’s eyes fluttered open.
“Hi.” He breathed, relief flooding through him.
She smiled widely, “Hey.”
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Well you know,” she gently positioned herself so she was sitting up against the bed, “it’s not everyday you get clawed by an alpha werewolf just because he’s trying to kill your beta werewolf twin brother for some sort of twisted second family fettish.”
Well at least she didn’t lose her humor. Scott thought to himself.
“Yeah about all that-” he began to apologize.
“Don’t. You don’t have to. It’s all over, and im not mad.” She squeezed his hand for comfort, “just, just tell me now.”
He looked up at her with big brown eyes, “but I thought Derek-”
“He did,” she cut me off, “But I want to hear the story from you.”
So taking a deep breathe, he told her everything.
How all this, destruction, started just because he and his best friend snuck out to go find a dead body. They laughed together about all the mistakes Stiles made along the way, they both smiled when Scott told the story of how he and Allison fell in love and finally admitted it, they cried together when Scott told her that any chance of him being cured was taken away from him. Scott and y/n talked for hours, reaching a new level of closeness than they already had. By the end of the story, Scott ended up on the hospital bed right by his sister’s side, where he vowed her would never leave her side again.
Even with as much as an emotional roller-coaster as that story is. The twins both felt oddly at peace. Finally, they were back to how things used to be. And there were no more secrets between them.
But, believe it or not, their story had just begun.
(Feedback and suggestions are always welcome)