𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I'm rudely awoken from my place slumped on the floor next to the sofa when something hits my head and I peel my eyes open, turning to check on Stiles. The boy leaps off the couch in a manic confusion and I scramble to my feet, grabbing onto him just as my brother does the same from where he was in the kitchen.

"Hey! You okay?" Scott asks his best friend.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Stiles questions.

"Just a couple hours. You should sit down" Scott advises and I try to tug the boy back to the sofa.

"Where's my dad?" The Stilinski boy presses.

"He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone, looking for Meredith...I promised him I wouldn't let you out of my sight" Scott explains.

"I stayed with you" I assure him and he gratefully places his hand over mine that is on his shoulder.

"Okay, what about the others?" He asks.

"Allison, Isaac, the twins...They're all looking for Lydia" My brother answers.

"It's starting to feel like we're waiting for a ransom call" Stiles states and I nod in agreement.

"We'll find her" Scott says determinedly and Stiles grabs his coat, pulling it on "You all right?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, I just can't seem to get warm" Stiles admits and I frown deeply.

"Maybe you should sit down, take it easy" Scott suggests, reaching out to place a hand on Stiles' and black veins start to travel up my brother's wrist "You're in pain"

"It's not that bad. Just more like a dull ache" Stiles corrects

"Where does it hurt?" I question the boy in concern.

"Sort of everywhere..." He answers and I reach out to grab his hands, gasping when his icy cold skin touches mine.

"Stiles, you're freezing" I fuss over him, pushing him to sit down and pulling a blanket around his cold frame.

"Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?" Scott asks in a worried tone.

Before Stiles can answer, Scott's phone rings and he shows us that it's Kira before getting up to take the call. I tear my gaze from my brother speaking on the phone to look at Stiles and he's already looking at me.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" I wonder aloud, taking the cold boy's hands into my own and he nods wordlessly "Can I try to help you?"

"You don't have to, Natty" Stiles argues.

"Shut up, dork. I want to help you so let me help" I counter and he sighs with a nod.

I let go of the Stilinski boy's hands and kneel down between his legs, causing him to frown in confusion. A smile tugs at my lips as I lean forward, lifting up his shirt to reveal his surprisingly toned stomach and his eyes widen, grabbing my wrist.

"Relax, Stiles. You're safe with me" I assure him, allowing him to keep a hold of my wrist as I place my palm on his frozen cold chest.

"If you wanted to cop a feel, you could've just asked" Stiles jokes awkwardly and I smirk up at him.

"Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala" I mutter under my breath and I watch as Stiles' tense body relaxes a little into my palm.

"Oh, God. You are an angel" He groans in relief.

"Something like that" I wink at him and he smiles down at me

"Guys, we have to go to the school" Scott bursts into the room looking frantic and I drop my hand from Stiles chest as my brother stops dead, furrowing his brows at us in suspicion "What did I just walk into?"

"Nothing" Stiles blurts out and I slap his arm, making him whine.

"Saying it like that makes us sound suspicious when we're not" I hiss at the frowning boy and look up at my brother with an innocent smile "I'm simply a good little witch just trying to help"

"I'm keeping my eye on you two" Scott stares at us skeptically.

"Well done, dork. This is your fault" I huff out, glaring at him.

"My fault? Batting your cute little eyes at him didn't work either" Stiles retorts with a glare that equals mine, although mine melts into an awed smile.

"You think my eyes are cute?" I ask the boy who blushes furiously at his slip up and covers my face with his hand, pushing me back onto my ass "Stiles!"

"Why are we going to the school?" Stiles asks my brother, changing the subject.

"Kira says that Meredith turned up there" Scott reveals.

"Holy shit" I gasp.

"Yeah, so let's go right now" Scott demands, grabbing his jacket and heading straight to the door.

Stiles jumps to his feet and when a curse leaves his lips, I turn my head but a gasp leaves my lips when I'm met with Stiles' crotch in my eye line from the position I'm knelt in.

I avert my gaze from his jeans up to his face and he's looking down at me with his eyes blown wide, his cheeks a darker shade of red.

"As much as i'd like to revisit this position, maybe right now is not the time" I blurt out and he looks at me in disbelief.

"Stop flirting with me!" He groans, pushing my head back and racing to the door.

I let out an amused laugh and jump to my feet, chasing after the flustered boy. Instead I'm met with my glaring brother at the front door and he slaps me upside the head before dragging me to the car.

"Fucking caveman" I mutter with a glare.

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"Meredith" I hear an angry man's voice as we race down the halls.

"Please...They're trying to tell me something" Meredith pleads.

"This school has a very strict no-bullying policy" Coach's voice declares and we scramble into the room with Kira just in time to see our teacher tase the guard that was about to tase Meredith.

"Nice one, sir" I grin widely, giving him an impressed nod.

"Thank you, little McCall" Coach nods at me before looking at the boys "Well? Get her outta here!"

I grab a hold of the confused Eichen House patient and drag her with me as we all sprint out of the room, leaving behind the crackle of coach tasing the horrid man again.

We reach the parking lot and I practically leap into the Jeep with Meredith and the boys, Kira standing by Scott's door.

"I'll call you" My brother tells the girl who nods and darts away again.

"Okay" Stiles declares, turning to face Meredith and I with Scott "Where's Lydia?"

"Who's Lydia?" Meredith questions.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me" I groan out.