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Summary: Stiles is always there for Scott and Derek, but what can you do when everything you have done still isn't good enough?
A BIG thanks to VCCV for being an awesome beta! Thank you!
My eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't believe Derek was really standing here. A strange warm feeling washed over me. I was relieved to see him, of course, but this was more. Like, fluttery happiness rolled up in actual fear that he'd just disappear again. I didn't like that feeling, and without even thinking, I walked towards him and threw myself into a hug. His arms flew out to the side as if to prove he had no part in the weirdness.
"What the hell are you doing?" His voice had an edge to it.
I closed my eyes and ignored him. I kind of liked being this close. I was able to smell the light scent of smoke lingering in his leather jacket, probably from all the time he spent in his house. His aftershave reminded me of the forest; it smelt very woodsy, but it wasn't a very strong scent. The shampoo he used left the smell of mint in his hair. It was an unusual scent to connect to him, but it was my favorite.
My inner catalog of Derek's smells was brought to an end when Derek pushed me away from him, his expression hovering somewhere between annoyed and confused. I smiled sheepishly and turned to Scott, who hadn't yet said a word, and he didn't look that surprised, either. The fluttery happy feeling was gone in an instant, replaced by a surprising anger.
"You knew he was alive?"
"Yeah, for a few days now." Scott answered nonchalantly, shrugging as though people who were gutted by werewolf claws and disappeared for days were a commonplace thing.
"And you didn't bother telling me!" I was pissed; He once again neglects telling me the important details.
"I didn't think you cared." Scott raised his voice defensively.
"Derek's alive, and you don't think I'd care to know that?" I demanded incredulously.
"Why do you care about Derek so much?" Scott yelled back at me.
"I don't!" That was a complete lie, but really, I hadn't figured out why I cared so much myself.
"Really? So you're yelling at me about this for no reason at all?" Scott shot back angrily.
"I have a-"
"Shut up!" Derek growled, cutting me off. So, happy fluttery feelings aside, Derek was kind of scary when he growled. "Finally." Derek momentarily squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Now that you two are done bickering like a married couple, why don't we get down to business?"
I shot an evil look in Scott's direction. "Fine. What 'business' exactly are we doing here?"
Derek snarled, his eyes flashing that werewolfy blue. His upper lipped curled, showing for a moment a flash of white canine. "If you'd shut up, I could tell you."
"Right." I took a few steps away from the snarly werewolf.
"We're here because I need your help looking for clues. I could do it on my own, but it'll go faster with the three of us."
"What kind of clues?" I slapped my hand over my mouth when I saw Derek's jaw clench.
"I was getting there," he said through gritted teeth. "This is the last place the Alpha can be traced to, so we're looking for anything that will tell us where he is now."
"Were here to track the Alpha?" I looked disbelievingly at Derek.
"We're only here to look for clues, " Scott said pointedly.
"Exactly." Derek nodded to him. "The quickest way to get this done is for the three of us to split up. Scott, you take-"
"Wait, what?" I interrupted. "You want to split up? Are you insane?" My voice got higher with each question.
"Stiles, if you don't want to do this you can leave." I couldn't decide if Scott was trying to placate me or piss me off.
"No, I want to. It's just…" I looked down at the ground, at a loss for words.
"It's just, what?" Scott asked, actual concern on his face.
Suddenly, the smell of blood hit me. I was choking on it; drowning in it. A flash of dark fur, white fangs, red eyes…. I shuddered a tiny bit as the parking garage swam back into focus.
"Nothing, it's nothing." I gave a weak smile.
"Are you sure you're fine?" Scott asked, his brows meeting in a frown. I halfheartedly nodded my head. He didn't seem too convinced, but as usual, he didn't delve too deeply into anything that wasn't about him. He grinned and slapped me on the back. "All right. So then, what are we supposed to look for, Derek?"
I glanced at Derek. He didn't look anymore convinced than Scott, but his frown didn't disappear when I nodded. If anything, it got deeper. I shifted uncomfortably and dropped my gaze.
"Just look for anything out of the ordinary." Derek answered. "Are we ready, yet?" He sent me a questioning look.
"Yeah, let's go." Scott turned immediately and walked away. Derek was a little slower, and he kept glancing back at me. Finally, I just turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Once out of sight, it didn't take too long before I realized I was completely out of my depth. Derek had told us to look for things 'out of the ordinary', but what the hell did that mean? To me this place looked like every other parking garage out there: old, dirty, and slowly crumbling apart. I didn't have any werewolf supersenses to sniff the alpha out. I couldn't even climb to half the places the alpha would have been. Damn werewolves, crawling up buildings and hopping from rooftops.
Soon my irritation was replaced with another, creepier feeling the longer I walked. I continued and decided not to dwell on the feeling for too long, but trying not to think about it only made me think about it more. Eventually, after a plastic bag rustling in the wind nearly caused me to wet my pants, I decided this solo Robin gig wasn't for me. So, instead of looking for clues I went looking for Derek and Scott.
I tried to stay calm, cool and collected. I had only taken a few steps forward when something darted across my vision; I froze and stared down the empty lane. I could feel my hear pounding in my chest, and each time it hit, I felt like I was being smothered. I felt lightheaded and couldn't catch my breath. Everything around me sounded muffled and my vision tunneled.
At the end of that darkening tunnel, I saw bright red eyes appear. The tunnel receded enough that I could make out the entire form the eyes were attached to.
This isn't happening; it can't be happening. I wanted to blink, to run, but my body wouldn't respond to me. The only thing I could do was stare at my killer.
Oh my God, I'm going to die.