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"Traps"

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Ollie was honestly just very tired. 

The darkness was wrapped around him like a thick, suffocating blanket. He could feel a weight in his forehead, like a headache without any real pain, and sucked in a deep breath to try and stay alert. Ollie had actually slept alright during his stay at the hospital, although that may have just been because of the drugs they gave him for his anxiety. 

 Oh, and pain. But mostly anxiety. 

 He didn't like the feeling in his gut. He felt as if he were walking through a haunted house, not knowing if the next turn would bring something gruesome. He was stumbling in the dark, and Ollie didn't like that. 

 Stiles grabbed onto his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, relaxig Ollie enough for him to shoot the boy a tight-lipped smile. 

The Hale house loomed over them like the kind of dark castle you saw in fairytales. Ollie groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wished that they could have swung by his house to grab his baseball bat before they came here, but he also knew he would probably get slapped if he suggested it... so he kept his mouth shut. 

 "She came here?" Stiles asked, skepiscm lacing his tone as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You sure." 

 "Yeah, this is where the scent leads." 

 Ollie nodded, "this is what I saw. Something's been here-" he stepped over a root, eyeing the house cautiously. "Something." 

 "Has Lydia ever even been here?" Katrin asked, her hair practically glowing in the dark as she shot the Argent girl a look. "Did you guys ever have any fun walks in the forest together?" 

 Allison shook her head. "She's never been here with me... maybe she came on instinct. Like she was looking for Derek?" 

"You mean looking for an Alpha." Scott corrected, earning a barely visible head tilt from Allison. "Wolves need a pack, right?" 

 Ollie gently tugged Stiles along, the boys venturing forward as Ollie kept his eyes peeled for anything that made the knot in his stomach tighten. He hated not knowing what was going on, it freaked him out on a whole other level. 

 Apparently Stiles could sense that, as he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Hey, are you okay?" 

 Ollie averted his gaze slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm fine. I just have a bad feeling about this." 

 "What do you mean?" 

 Ollie swallowed, breathing for a few moments as he glanced over at Stiles, shuffling a step forward. "When I visited Lydia in the hospital, I -" He cleared his throat, "I think I had a vision. Sort of... but I only really heard something." 

 Stiles pursed his lips, "like what? Did you hear her howling at the moon or whatever the hell werewolves do in their free time?" 

 "No, it was more of a-" 

 "Hey guys?" 

 Ollie's voice was cut short as his attention was caught by Katrin, who was crouching by the ground. She gestured for the boys to come over, so they did, Ollie releasing Stiles's hand so he could bend down, furrowing his eyebows at the thin wire that snaked right above the ground. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed, his love of mystery movies getting the better of him as a smile fought onto his face. "A tripwire!" 

"Why the hell did they set up a tripwire?" Stiles mused, Allison's boots crunching on the grass as she walked over to join them. The buzz-cut boy proceeded to then gently run his finger under the wire, pulling it up slightly to see what the trap did. 

 Ollie's eyes flew open as he quickly reached up to pull Stiles's arm away from the trap. "What are you doing? That could kill us!" 

 Stiles blinked once, jokingly poking the other boys' shoulder. "You don't look dead."

Ollie rolled his eyes, before a voice behind him caught his attention. "Uh, guys?" 

 "Yeah, buddy-" Stiles's voice trailed off slightly as he turned around, a laugh bubbling in Ollie's chest as Katrin scoffed and Allison put her hand over her mouth. 

 Scott had presumably found the reasoning behind the trip wire, as his ankle had been yanked up by a chord, leaving the boy suspended in mid-air, his arms falling over his head and his hair flopping over like a dogs ear. "Next time you see a tripwire... don't trip it!" 

Stiles nodded slightly, fighting off a smile. "Yeah, noted." 

 Ollie rose to his feet, dusting off his pants as he walked over to Scott, hopping up to try to grab the rope, his efforts fruitless. "Hey, Kat, do you still have that pocket-knife?" 

 "Yeah," There was laughter in the redhead's tone as she walked over to her cousin, digging around for a moment, producing the small blade and raising an eyebrow. "This has all been fun, but I thought that you saw that Lydia would come here." 

 "Yeah, well -" Ollie grunted as he jumped again, swiping with the knife, careful to not cut Scott, although not hitting the rope either. "Sometimes the future doesn't pay out exactly in our favor. It's not my fault." 

 "I never said it was your fault, dipshit, I-" 

 "Shh!" Scott shushed, earning a very annoyed look from Katrin. The boy didn't look like he was messing with them, though, as he waved his arms to the best of his abilities. "Someone's coming! Hide!" 

 "What?" Ollie demanded, his voice a pitch higher than usual. "We're in the middle of a forest!" He glanced urgently over his shoulder, gesturing for Stiles and the girls to go, as he leaped up again to try and get Scott down. 

 Shortly after, a group of men came into view, and Ollie slipped the knife into his pocket, trying his best for an innocent smile as the man gave the two boys a once over, before sighing deeply to himself as Ollie stared down his two goons. 

 "Scott, Oliver?"

 "Hello, sir." Ollie smiled as Scott tried for his own grin, although his face was beginning to turn red from all of the blood rushing to his head. "Mr. Argent." 

 The man looked like he was seriously done with the boys's bullshit, as he blinked once, his voice tired and his tone mocking. "How are you doing?"

 "Oh, you know..." Ollie's voice trailed off as he turned to Scott, who eagerly spoke up. 

"Just hanging around." 

 Ollie slapped his hand over his face as Scott continued. 

 "Is this one of yours?" He asked, referring to the trap he was currently caught up in. "It's - uh - nice. Very constricting."

 Argent shook his head. "What are you two doing out here?" 

 Ollie diverted his gaze, awkwardly shifting on his feet. "We're just... going for a walk." 

 A stern look from Argent made the Hispanic boy wince, his voice lowering as he admitted; "We're looking for our friend."

"Ah, that's right." Argent nodded his head. "Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique... is that the word you use, or is there another way to put it? A part of your pack?" 

Ollie swallowed nervously as Scott shook his head, "Actually 'clique' sounds about right to me. What do you think, Ollie?" 

 "Yeah, actually, I usually refer to us all collectively as a 'squad of bitches' but clique works too-" 

Argent looked annoyed as he raised his eyes to meet Ollie's. "So is that why you're here, Sanchez? You see something? Anything you might want to share?" 

 Ollie bit his lip, nervously running a hand through his hair. "No, actually, I just swung by to support my dear friend Scotty." 

 "That's good to hear..." Argent's tone darkened, sending an uncomfortable shiver up Ollie's spine. "Do you know what a hemicorporectomy is, boys?"

 "I have a feeling I don't want to-" 

 "A medical term for amputating someone at the waist. Cutting them in half. It takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." 

 "Well send my props to the doctor." Ollie grinned, flashing his teeth at the older man. "Do you know what the medical term for rib fracture is?" He dusted his hand over the scar on his face. "Because I do." 

 The two held eye-contact for a few more seconds, before Argent scowled and turned around, wordlessly walking away and leaving the boys alone in the suffocating darkness. 

A/N:

yikes this is short and i probably could have written another thousand words but i got preoccupied watching teen wolf youtube videos and thinking of names... here's what i got:

oliver sanchez being tired for nine minutes

oliver sanchez being HOT for nine minutes

stoliver being the only acceptable teen wolf ship for fifteen minutes *straight*

just ollie and derek being best friends

katrin denny being a queen for six minutes

ollie and katrin being chaotic for seven minutes

oliver sanchez lowkey having a crush on danny for five minutes

I'M SORRY I FIND THIS SO FUNNY AHH tell me your ideas guys, i want to hear them! 

anyway, i love you guys! tell me any predictions you have for the future, i want to hear your ideas! also let's talk about how ollie and stiles's relationship owns me and katrin lowkey being protective of lydia ahhhh-

(also 4.1k votes????? y'all that is so insane omgomg i was legit freaking out i am so happy that you guys love this books as much as i do!! <333) 

anyway, thanks for reading loves!