𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

After getting a very panicked call from my brother Stiles and I leap out of bed, rushing straight to my house as Stiles gets a call from his confused father. I push open the front door and we're immediately met with a frantic Scott.

Instead of sticking to the situation at hand, my brother's eyes immediately zero in on the Star Wars graphic t-shirt that I'm wearing instead of the white sweater he saw me leave the house in earlier.

"Where did you get that?" Scott blurts out and I roll my eyes.

"Stiles spilled his drink on my sweater so he gave me this to wear as a replacement. Isn't it wonderful?" I smile sarcastically at my brother, slowing down my heartbeat with my magic so he can't tell I'm lying.

"Hey! That's my favourite Star Wars shirt" Stiles objects to my slander and I raise my brows at him.

"You have more than one of these?" I question in disbelief.

"Yes, Natalia" He huffs out in irritation.

"Please get rid of them" I plead desperately.

"I will not get rid of my Star Wars shirts" He argues.

"Stiles" I whine childishly.

"Natalia" He retorts.

"Will both of you stop it?" Scott snaps, falling back into his previously panicked state and forgetting about my wardrobe malfunction "What have you told your dad?"

"Like I said, I told my dad everything I could" Stiles refers to their earlier conversation on the phone as we follow Scott to the stairs.

"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asks.

"You barely told me about Liam! What did you do with him, anyway?" Stiles retorts and I look at my brother expectantly.

"He's upstairs" Scott drawls off awkwardly.

"Doing what?" Stiles questions suspiciously and Scott stops at the bottom of the stairs, turning to us with a sheepishly expression.

"...Lying down" Scott answers hesitantly.

"Wolfie, what have you done?" I demand in concern.

He lets out a sigh and gestures for us to follow him, so we follow his lead up the stairs and into his room. We walk straight through the room and to his bathroom where he pauses at the door before pushing it open.

I enter the bathroom first with a confused frown but it turns to a look of horror when Stiles strides past me and opens the shower curtain to reveal a scared Liam.

The young boy's whole body is wrapped with duct tape, another piece covering his mouth and he is frantically wriggling, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Oh my God" I breathe out in disbelief.

Strong arms are wrapped around me and I'm physically pulled away from the distressed boy in the tub, Stiles ushering me over to the bed. I sit down silently and he sits next to me, Scott sitting down on the other side of him.

"So, you bit him?" Stiles speaks up, neither of us looking at each other.

"Yeah..." Scott replies quietly.

"And you kidnapped him?" Stiles continues.

"Yeah..." Scott sighs, as if realising how stupid he is.

"And brought him here?" Stiles questions before I add on "And you duct taped him?"

"I panicked!" Scott protests in defence.

"Yup" Stiles nods in defeat "This isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?"

Liam lets out a loud muffled cry of distress and I share a worried look with Stiles, each of us clearly as anxious as the other.

"As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans! Your plans suck!" Stiles reminds Scott matter of factly.

"I know- which is why I called you. So, what do we do?" Scott begs for help.

"Well for a start, you're going to go take that tape off that poor boy and bring him through here" I order with a stern look and my brother nods sheepishly.

He jumps to his feet and heads straight into the bathroom to do as he's been instructed, the shuffling around distracting me until I feel a hand on my thigh.

My eyes drop my lap, my stomach tightening when I catch the sight of Stiles' veiny hand and my legs clench together.

I look up at his face and he is staring at the bathroom door, but he clearly feels my gaze which causes him to turn back to me.

"Do not look at me like that right now" He deadpans bluntly.

"Then don't touch me, dork" I retort with a huff, pushing his sexy hand off my thigh and he whines in protest.

"Do you know how hard that is?" He argues with a glare.

"Probably not as hard as your dick right now" I counter with a smug smirk and he pales a little.

Before I can make the stupidly bold move of grabbing his crotch to prove a point, my brother enters the room with Liam who still has tape over his mouth and around his chest where his hands are stuck, but the rest is removed.

I jump up onto my feet, pulling Stiles with me and then rush over to the frightened boy in my brother's hold.

"Oh, you poor little thing. I bet you're so scared right now" I coo sympathetically, pulling him from Scott's hold and wrapping him up in my arms.

His cheek is pressed against my chest and he sniffles as I hold him, stroking his hair in an attempt to soothe his fears.

I hear the sound of a chair squeaking across the flooring behind me and I peel away from Liam, taking his face into my palms with a reassuring smile on my face.

"Do you feel a little better?" I hum, feeling an almost motherly instinct spark up inside me.

Liam nods gratefully, his watery puppy dog eyes looking at me as I fix his messed up hair and make a move to peel off the tape from his face.

"Yeah, I bet you do, buddy" Stiles scoffs, swooping in my way and dragging Liam away from me before I can help him.

The young boy is pushed down into a wooden chair and I follow over to the boys, poking Stiles in the ribs as hard as I can. He lets out a girly shriek and slaps my hand away from him with narrowed eyes, making me grin in amusement.

"Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it?" Stiles declares authoritatively and I shuffle on my feet, squeezing my thighs together to dull the ache between them.

Liam nods in defeat which distracts me from my unholy thoughts and Stiles seems satisfied with that answer.

"Okay" Stiles murmurs and gestures for Scott to do the honours but my brother doesn't react.

Stiles lets out a huff and steps forward, ripping off the tape with an unnecessary amount of aggression. Liam lets out a pained groan and my eyes light up a burning fuchsia as I yank Stiles backwards.

"Be nice" I warn the Stilinski boy and he licks his lips, gulping nervously as he stares at my eyes.

I let go of his arm, my eyes fading back to their regular brown and I turn back to Liam while Stiles stutters, trying to collect himself.

"Okay, Liam... Now, you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?" Stiles yaps vaguely.

"Not really..." Liam frowns in confusion.

"Good. That's good" Stiles huffs.

"I don't understand, either..." Scott admits and I roll my eyes in frustration, flopping down into my brother's computer chair.

"Maybe you should tell him" Stiles suggests thoughtfully.

"Tell me what?" Liam demands impatiently, getting angrier by the minute and I can't help but see myself in the younger boy.

"Liam... What happened to you... what I did to you... which I had to do to save you? It's going to change you" Scott tries his hardest to explain the situation to Liam.

"Unless it kills you" Stiles shrugs, causing all three of us to look at the Stilinski boy in disbelief "...Shouldn't have said that"

"You think?" I scoff.

"What?" Liam whimpers, tears pooling in his eyes as he sniffles.

"Uh... Uh-oh. Oh-oh... Is he... Is he crying?" Stiles questions worriedly and I jump to my feet while my brother crouches in front of the crying boy.

"Liam, it's okay. You're going to be all right" Scott assures him "You're not going to die"

"Probably not..." Stiles corrects and I slap him up side the head as Scott snaps "Stop it!"

"Okay, possibly not..." Stiles basically repeats himself and I flash my angry pink glare, making him close his mouth immediately.

"Would you please just help me untie him?" Scott huffs in frustration.

The two boys jump forward and rip off the tape from Liam's body, allowing him to stand up with his head bowed down.

"Liam, are you okay?" Scott asks but he doesn't reply.

"Liam?" I press in concern but he keeps his head down.

"We're sorry about that. We're really sorry-" Stiles apologises until he is cut off by Liam picking up the wooden chair, smashing it across Scott and Stiles' heads.

I stumble away from the boys unscathed and Liam glances to me, his eyes raking my body as if looking for injuries and I realise that he's making sure he didn't hit me.

"Liam, what the hell is your-" Stiles is cut off once again mid sentence when Liam throws his fist at Stiles' face.

"Stiles!" I gasp, dropping to my knees beside the groaning brunette as Liam races out the room.

I grab the boy's face as my brother stumbles to his feet behind me and Stiles winces, tugging away from my touch.

"That's gonna bruise" I grimace, pulling him to his feet and he tugs me into the hallway.

Liam who has paused at the end of the hall to inspect his now healed leg immediately spots us and bolts towards the stairs.

"Get him!" Stiles demands.

My brother and his best friend let out war cries before barreling down the hallway like cavemen and diving into the freshman trying to escape them.

All three boys go tumbling down the stairs and my eyes widen in surprise, sprinting after them in concern.

Scott, Stiles and Liam are sprawled across the floor when I stop on the last couple steps, looking down at them with an exhausted sigh.

They all groan in pain, their limbs tangled together as they lay in a heap and I cross my arms over my chest, watching as I wait for them to recover.

"Leg! I got him!" Stiles pants heavily as he wrestles to grab onto what he thinks is Liam's foot, but it's actually my brother's "I got him! I got him! I got him!"

While Scott and Stiles wrestle with each other, Liam slips from the heap and sneaks to the door, pausing to look back at me worriedly. I smile at him warmly, letting him know that I won't stop him and he relaxes, smiling at me before dashing out of the house.

The boys on the floor finally stop moving and Stiles realises that he's holding onto a glaring Scott, who shoves his best friend away from him in annoyance. They turn their attention to the front door as the wind pushes it open to reveal that Liam is gone.

"Your plan sucked, too!" Scott declares.

"You both suck" I counter matter of factly.