I walked through the room, wondering what to do. Stiles and Scott were busy and, honestly, I wasn't in the mood for waiting. I wanted to hang out with my boyfriend and was ridiculously tired of supernatural pandemonium getting in the way of that.

Stiles tiredly walks in and smiles at me softly. I smile back.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi."

He raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Fantastic," I note sarcastically.

"Um. Okay. Sarcasm is my thing. You can't do that."

"I just did," I say, smiling and standing up to go to my room. I don't want to argue, and I'm tired and irritable, so I'll see him in the morning and talk it out then.

I slam the door to my room and perch on the edge of my bed. Stiles and I had separate rooms, but ever since I moved in and we lived together, it has always been the room I used when I was angry at him. I always slept in Stiles' room. Even when he wasn't here.

It smelled like him.

I cuddled up in my cold blankets and closed my eyes, having forgotten to even turn the lights on while I changed clothes. There was a knock on the door. "Y/n?"

"I'm trying to sleep."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"You went to bed in your room. You're mad. At me. What did I do?"

I love how he does that. He knows he didn't do anything, but he says it that way anyway. He knows I hate that he's always gone, but he reminds me that I swore that if we dated, I stayed home while he helped Scott and them.

And I hated it. And he knew it. "Just... Go away, Stiles."

"Are you decent?"

"Like you haven't seen me naked," I remarked.

He chuckles. "I'm trying to be polite. Don't be difficult, babe."

"What if I want to be difficult?"

"Then I'll snuggle next to you until you're done being difficult," he said simply.

I smiled. He won me over too easily... "I'm decent."

He opened the door and slipped in bed next to me. I wished for him to wrap his arm around me but he didn't. He did stuff like that when I threw fits like this. I'd get angry he wouldn't let me help, I'd storm to my room, and he'd refuse to really cuddle me like he knew I wanted him to. We were both being petty and teenager-ish this way. "Are you done? This bed isn't warm and this room is cold."

"I'm done," I sighed. He laughed and we left to go to his room. I didn't want to cuddle anymore. He went to bed but I kept walking.

"I'm going to get a drink," I said, smiling.

He nodded slowly.

I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I took a sip and leaned against the counter. I'd learned how to silently cry. My shoulders were too stiff to move but my stomach moved as I silently sobbed.

I hated this feeling. Wondering when he'd be home. Hoping he would make it home at all. Watching movies and lie to myself that I wasn't checking the time. There was one night he didn't come home at all and I had a panic attack. I hated this fear. Not being able to help meant not knowing who was okay when. So I got to stress all day and... Pray.

I felt arms encircle me and I jumped. "I know, babe," he mumbled in my ear. "I know."

My head hung low. "I can't do this, Stiles. I can't... Wait."

"I know."

Turning to him, I grabbed his shirt in desperation as our eyes locked. "Then let me help."

He smiled. "Sure!"

My eyes widened and I leaned forward, hope revving me way up. "What?"

His smile melted to a half glare. "That was sarcasm."

I held back the urge to slap him. "This isn't funny, Stiles!"

All amusement drained from his face and we both truly glared at each other. "I'm not being funny! I'm skinny and small and- I don't know what you want me to say! I'm not smart. I can't think of quick things to say like Scott or soothe you with kind words like Allison or even weirdly inspiring words like Derek. Sarcasm-"

"Is your only defense. I know."

I sigh and shook my head. "I love you," he whispered after a moment, pressing his forehead against mine.

Closing my eyes, I sighed. "I know."

"Hey!" Stiles complained, leaning away and causing me to open my eyes to meet his gaze. "I don't want to be the Leia of our relationship."

I scoffed. "I'm the one sacrificing my beliefs to fit yours," I remark.

His smile faltered. "What?"

Shrugging, I avoided his gaze for a few seconds. "I believe that partners should be equal, Stiles." That sat in the air for a while before I looked at him. "We should be helping each other, depending on each other in everything. School, family, friends, life... Death." He held me tighter. "I can't confide in you," I whispered. "If I do, then you remind me of my promise. Like Han stayed behind for Leia, I stay behind for you."

"That's actually... A really good point," Stiles muttered, not looking at me this time.

"I'm the Han of our relationship."
I scoffed. "Except, Han pitches in a little bit."

"Han also dies," Stilss remarked coldly.

My eyes go wide. "STILES!" I smack his arm. "TOO SOON!"

"I'm serious!" Stiles urges.

I close my eyes tight. "Whatever, Stiles. Hopefully our relationship lasts long enough for me to see you die," I snap. Then I pull away and storm to my room. I'm not just mad. I'm pissed. I lock my door and get into bed.

Stiles continuously knock on the door, but I don't answer. He sits there all night, neither of us sleeping, but I don't move not once. Finally I rise in the morning and open the door. I step over Stiles' body and he tries to scramble after me and I eat breakfast, giving him the silent treatment. "Y/n-"

His phone goes off. I stare at it. "Go ahead, Stiles. Take it. I bet it's important."

"Y/n-"

I push him out the door. "Go," I order.

"But-"

"GO! I don't want anyone getting hurt because you didn't show up. You're not Scott and I'm not Allison. We can resolve this later."

Stiles purses his lips. "Okay." Then he leaves. Too bad later wouldn't come for a long, long time.

I closed my door and turned around. "Hello," A raspy voice growled. I go to scream but I feel a pain on my head and everything goes black.