Sometimes I Sleep

While they’re gone it’s up to the humans to hold down the fort. It’s a tad more complicated than walking the dog or picking up homework. Lydia starts screaming in the middle of math class - and Stiles has felt the urge to do so before, but not like that - and ten minutes later the school is under attack. Birds crashing through windows, lab rats knocking over cages, a pack of wild dogs barreling down the hallway. Even the fish in the office look feral. And Stiles has never expected to call a fish feral.

They have the presence of mind to get out of the classrooms, ducking for cover in a windowless storage closet. It’s cramped and uncomfortable, but they’re safe.

“After this we come armed” he hears Allison whisper in the dark.

“Does that bow even fit in your locker?” Lydia hisses back.

When it’s quiet they get out, stumbling over each other in the process. The animals are gone. Across the hall a row of lockers are dripping, emblazoned in red. Three curved lines. It’s a Triskeleton.

Allison is prepping a mini crossbow, fitting bolts into place. Someone hands Stiles a thermos. He takes a taste. It’s hot chocolate.

“Thanks” and then he realizes he really must be in shock, because it looks like Lydia is standing in front of him with a packet of mini marshmallows.

“Lydia?” 

“Stiles.” The hallucination says, rolling her eyes exactly like Lydia would.

She isn’t disappearing, so he takes a handful of the offered marshmallows, because, well, marshmallows, and stares as she starts pulling bandages out of a knapsack.

There’s a series of knives and charms strapped to a belt on her waist, and she’s wearing a leather jacket over the usual Macys blouse and floral skirt. A few yards away Allison is in full on hunter gear, all leather and archery paraphernalia. They work together with a practiced ease, patching him up and re-arming in case of another attack.

This would explain their general absence from school parties and lacrosse games.

“Wait a second.” Stiles blurts out over a sip of truly fantastic hot chocolate “Are you two forming some sort of super secret ninja club?”

Allison raises an eyebrow.

He must be in shock because normally that would definitely scare him into silence. “Like, rescuing me and stuff. You’re doing the whole superhero thing. Except with no superpowers. So, like, uh, a superhero sidekick league?”

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She’s got serious moves, but her brother is his really cool-but-terrifying Alpha, and has made his feelings on the matter pretty clear. So Isaac decides that the safest way to deal with his growing crush and stay alive at the same time is to avoid her at all costs.

Not that Cora is making it easy. The younger Hale has decided that he’s her tour guide when it comes to high school.

“Can’t Scott show you this stuff?” He asks a bit desperately, as she stops him in the hallway to get help finding a classroom.

She rolls her eyes. Across the hall Scott winks and grins at him over Cora’s head. Isaac makes a mental note to kill him later.

“Okay. Um. I guess I can walk you to the biology class if you want?”

She nods, tilts her head to look in the direction he’s indicated in the clearing hallway, and then pulls him the other way.

It takes a second to process, because, she’s holding his hand. And then of course he remembers that she’s Derek’s sister which leads to this is a really bad idea.

 “Um” he protests, as she fiddles with a locked door, her hand still linked with his own, “Derek might not - ”

“Don’t care.” She interrupts.

And then the door is open, and she’s knotting her hands in his sweater and pushing him into the janitor’s closet with the type of determined look that’s way too familiar, and her lips are on his and there really isn’t much else to think about.