♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 nineteen

back to the basics

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

STILES STILINSKI let out a few grumbled ow's as he was roughly shoved down the stairs of the Argent's basement. He heard a few whimpers in the dark and threw himself against the wall, flicking his hand against the light switch. Once on, the lacrosse player lay eyes on Erica and Boyd. Their mouths taped and their hands chained high above their heads. His eyes widened as he watched the electricity swarm up the chains and into the ceiling above. Erica and Boyd hadn't found a new pack - they had found the Argents instead.

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Scott McCall and Isaac Lahey stood alone in the locker rooms, waiting for the last of their teammates to leave. "Is that everyone?" Scott asked.

Isaac stood up from his leant position on the lockers and glanced around. "Yeah, I think so-"

He was cut off by the metallic clank of the locker doors, which had been ripped off and clattered to the floor. Isaac looked up at Scott who rooted through the human's locker. "You're gonna find him by scent?"

"Yeah, we both are." He nodded, tossing the boy one of the Stilinski's shoes.

Isaac knitted his brows and huffed. "How come you get a shirt and I get a shoe?"

The boy didn't reply but patted the Beta on his shoulder as Derek cleared his throat at the boys. "We need to talk." He paused, noticing how Peter's shadow spilled across the floor as he stood supportively behind him. "All of us."

"Holy sh-"

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"Shh!" Stiles scolded Erica as he tried to untie her. He jumped backwards as the electric wiring shocked him and pained the female Lycan.

"They were trying to warn you." Gerard spoke from atop the stairs. "It's electrified."

"What are you doing with them?" Stiles expressed confidently, stepping ahead.

"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable." Gerard huffed rather loudly. "There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. Their instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong."

"Okay." Stiles swallowed. "So what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me, all right? He knows my scent."

"Then Scott McCall will find his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp." he narrowed his eyes as he strode closer to him. "How does that sound?"

"I think I might prefer more of a still life landscape, you know?" He sassed the elderly man. "What are you, 90? I could probably kick your ass up and down this room-"

The Stilinski boy was cut off by the firm punch of Gerard's fist across his jaw. He collapsed to the floor and grunted as more harsh blows were thrown his way. Erica and Boyd watched helplessly as Stiles yelled out.

"Wait!"

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Sheriff Stilinski stood in Stiles' room, desperately calling the other officers for any clues about his son's disappearance. "Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here." the man paused. "Listen, if he.. If he shows up at the hospital-" he was cut off by the other voice on the line. "Okay, thanks."

Noah didn't notice how his son stood in the doorway, beaten and bloodied. "Oh, come on, Stiles. Where are you?"

His son hurried forward and swallowed the blood that coated his mouth. "Right here."

Noah shot his eyes to the boy and dropped his phone to the carpeted floorboards. "It's okay. Dad, it's okay." he excused. "It was just a couple of kids from the other team." He had a deep bruise coating his cheekbone and a black eye, not to mention the busted lip that still hadn't stopped bleeding. "They were pissed about losing and I was .. I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know-"

His father spoke through gritted teeth and seethed at the sight in front of him. "Who was it?"

"Dad, I don't know." Stiles tried to push away the thought of Gerard's chilling beating and shook his head. "I didn't even see them, really."

"I want descriptions."

Stiles tried his best to calm his father, who was growing red with rage. "Look, Dad, come on. It's not even that bad."

"I am calling that school. I'm calling them and I'll personally go down there and pistol-whip those little bastards!"

"Dad!" The bruised boy called out. "I said I was okay." His father remained silent for a few minutes before pulling his son in for a tight hug, the worry melting away and relief taking it's place.

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Dallas Garcia paced around her bedroom as she chewed anxiously on her nail. Stiles was missing. Dread soaked up all feeling in her gut and she felt like she could breathe. Although, that seemed to be a natural occurrence for her nowadays.

She lay back on her mattress and stared at the twinkling lights above. She tried not to think about where he was - or what he was enduring. Dallie wanted nothing more than to believe that he was somewhere safe - causing his regular havoc with Scott. Yet, her brain thought of the worst possibilities instead. She tried not to think about all the missed opportunities with him, all the times she could've told him that she liked him - but didnt.

Most of all, she didnt want to think about how he might not be apart of her life anymore. She couldn't giggle at him class whenever he threw pens at Scott, she wouldn't be able to watch him rehearse from her side of the field. The brunette whimpered as it all dawned on her. No more daydreams about him in class, no more lovesick scribbles in her notebooks, no more melting at the sight of his face.  it all came to a daunting end.

All that would left, was the sick feeling in her gut everytime she thought of him.

"Dallie!" Her father stood in her doorway. She perched up immediately and tried to hide the tears that had formed in her eyes. She awaited his news and swallowed dryly - awaiting the worst. "They found Stiles, kid. He's okay."

The relief coarsed through her bloodstream and made its way to her heart. She let out a breath of relief and couldn't stop the sweet chuckles of happiness that left her mouth. James gave his daughter a knowing look and tried to suppress his grin. He was protective - sure, - but he was also observant. He knew how her heart raced at the slight mention of him, or how whenever the two would run into Sheriff Stilinski and his son, she would become a blabbering mess.

Although, it was a tedious thing to watch. The boy never noticed. Not once. Which was kind of ironic for such a intelligent, young teen.

Stiles Stilinski was completely, utterly, frustratingly clueless.

Dallas wasn't sure it was the adrenaline, the joy, or the stupid crush, but she wanted nothing more than to leap into his arms and have the Stilinski boy hold her there forever. She had to see him, she had to know that he was alright. The Garcia needed to let him know how she truly felt about him.

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Stiles Stilinski lay his head against his cool pillow and stared blankly into nothingness. His lamp illuminated his dark room and books were stacked up on his oak-wood shelves. He ignored the knocking at his door and groaned. "Dad, I said I'm fine."

The knocking continued as the boy rose to his feet and let out a hefty sigh. "Come, on dad-"

He froze at the sight of Dallie Garcia, his knees growing weak and love-hearts practically pulsating from his eyes. Her curly hair fell over her shoulders and was pulled aside with a simple hair tie. She wore a thick, lilac jumper that hung over her white, tattered shorts. White socks hid underneath her muddy trainers from the walk there and the odd butterfly clip was placed in her hair. "Is now not a good time?" She mumbled out. She awaited an answer and watched as Stiles blubbered out one.

"Uh, no. Not at all." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His breath caught in his throat as her hand suddenly rose to his face, her thumb gently swiping over the graze on his cheek.

"What happened to your face?" She mumbled and failed to notice how his cheeks became a dark pigmented red.

He cleared his throat and avoided her look. "Its nothing, don't worry about it. I'm fine."

She furrowed her sculpted eyebrows at him and shook her head. "That's not nothing, Stiles. It's gonna get infected." Dallie hated whoever had done that to him, and wanted nothing more than to settle the scores. They had hurt Stiles, her Stiles - and even though he didn't belong to her per se, her heart made her feel otherwise.

"Dal, I'm fine I promise." He stepped aside and let her inside of his boyish bedroom. Posters were plastered across his walls and his desk was messy with schoolwork. 

"Who did it?" She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Cause I'll make their entire highschool career a living hell, Stiles."

He grinned at her overprotectiveness as it warmed his heart. Stiles had seen how loyal she was to her friends and rained holy hell down on whoever hurt them - but he had never experienced it firsthand. "You don't have to do anything, Dallas. I told you, I'm fine."

Letting out a defeated sigh, the brunette crossed her arms. "Well, I'm at least helping you clean it. That you have no say in."

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Scott McCall rolled Jackson out of the hospital on the stretcher. He stopped abruptly as a black SUV flashed his lights at him. The car parked in his pathway while the Lycan watched the man crawl out of his seat. Slamming the car door shut, stood Chris Argent.

"You're alone." Scott commented, taking note of the absence of his guards.

Chris held a sympathetic look on his face. "More than you know."

Isaac drew out his shoulders in an attempt to look more intimidating. It was the first time that he had encountered a hunter and he certainly didnt want to die at the hands of one. "What do you want?" The other Beta queered to his girlfriend's father.

"We don't have much in common, Scott." Mr. Argent stated quite dryly. "But at the moment, we have a common enemy."

The werewolf peeped at the bodybag that Jackson was zipped up in and dropped his hands to his sides. "That's why I'm trying to get him out of here." he justified but watched as the man shook his head.

"I don't mean Jackson."

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Stiles sat on the side of his bed, Dallie sat adjacent to him as she dragged the soft cotton ball across his cheek. "Dal, can I ask you a question?" he murmured to her as she held a concentrated look on her face.

"You just did." she deadpanned. Her serious look broke as she grinned and tilted her head at him. "Sure, go ahead."

"How do you know how to do any of this stuff?" Stiles asked as she worked his father's medical kit with ease. The brunette flickered her eyes from the box to his eyes and the corners of her mouth curled upwards.

"My mom used to stitch me up a lot after skating." Her tone was still and meek, "She taught me a lot of things, you know, In case she wouldn't be around when I needed her." the girl paused, her voice growing fainter. "I guess she was right."

Stiles noticed how she let out a heavy breath and pushed away her thoughts. "Anyway, you're just as surprising." she noticed his confused look. "My memories from the formal are gradually coming back, thankfully. You're a great dancer, by the way." Dallas grinned at the embarrassed blush that coated his skin.

He stared into her eyes and ignored the burning of the rubbing alcohol on his split skin. "What else do you remember?"

She rummaged through her thoughts momentarily. "Not much else, at the moment." she lied. Dallie didnt want Stiles to worry, not in the state he was currently in. "But my dad told me that you wouldn't leave the hospital for days. That have anything to do with me?"

Her face was inches from his as she cleaned his grazes, their stare failing to break. "Well, yeah." Stiles mumbled out. "Just because you don't need my protection, doesn't mean I'm gonna stop." He then leaned closer to her, the proximity between their faces becoming smaller by the second.

Dallie's hand dropped from his face and lay on his shoulder instead as he grew closer. Stiles could smell her sweet perfume and the sugary scent that came from her bubblegum lipgloss. The Latina could feel his hand drop to her waist and slowly pull her closer until she could feel his hot breath on her face. He stared at her like she was the most fascinating thing he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Like when the sky became so clear that the wonderful planets could be seen from afar - he gazed in awe.  Time seemed to come to a standstill for him as everything he ever wanted sat before him. He was about to finally do the one thing that he had dreamed of doing since he met her.

Yet, before he could place his lips on hers, Sheriff Stilinski barged in. "Hey, Stiles-"

Dallie immediately pulled away and snapped her gaze to Noah, whereas Stiles glared towards his father. "Dad." He cleared his throat. Noah realised the reality of the situation and stammered over his sentences.

"Oh, sorry - I'm just gonna.. yeah." He turned to leave but the Garcia shot up.

"No, I should probably go anyway." The awkward tension made her feel like she was suffocating. She approached the door as Noah stood beside to let her out. "I'll, uh, I'll see you at school, Stiles." she turned to him as he nodded awkwardly.

Stiles waited until she had left and gave his dad an annoyed look. "What? I didn't know!" Noah excused, laughing at his son who lay back on his bed and hid his head under his pillow and let out a cluster of groans.

Sheriff Stilinski rolled his eyes at his son and closed the door as he left. "Hey, be thankful it was me. Jim would've put your head on a spike."

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Dallie dug through her purse for her keys while she approached her childhood home after the short walk from the Stilinski residence. Noah had offered her a ride home but she knew that for the entire drive there he would be teasing her about his son and in no way was she ready for that.

 She was home a little earlier then expected, but the Latina suspected that her father would still be asleep by now. Arguing echoed throughout her house and she furrowed her thick eyebrows. Her key clicked in the lock as the door silently swung open.

She dropped her bag by the front door and raced towards the kitchen where the yelling originated from. It was incomprehensible, as what seemed like her father and another male shouted over each other.

Dallas turned her head around her corner and gasped as she saw her father raise a gun at someone - something she didn't even know he had. Her eyes then switched to where it was pointed.

Derek Hale stood in front of her father, except it wasn't Derek, but a monstrous version of him. His teeth grew out from his mouth and hair grew up the sides of his jaw. His eyes gleamed red and his nails became petrifying sharpened claws. He glared towards her father who cocked the gun at front of his face. Both heads snapped to her as she let out a thrilling scream, her eyes sinking into Derek as the two men began to panic.

"Dallie," James gently placed the gun on the counter and held his hand towards her. She hyperventilated from the doorway and watched as he stepped forward. "I can explain!"

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a/n: omg im soft stallas got me in the feels again