Stiles Stilinki

Exhaling a little, upon hearing Stiles’ comment, Cora shook her head, gently taking his collar in her hands, pushing him against the wall. For a moment she remained silent, before leaning forward and gently placing her lips on his, hands loosening from his collar to allow the moment of embrace, before ending the kiss and stepping back. “Consider me distracted.” She whispered back, chuckling softly as she sighed a little. “You aren’t a liability – just because you don’t hold the same abilities as us, doesn’t mean you haven’t shown you’re capable.” She was thinking about void Stiles, and how he had been strong to keep going. “And what’s the wrong in that? Gender stereotypes suck, anyway.” She joked, sighing a little. “We protect each other, and its how it should be.”

“If you keep doing that I will be distracted. If there was not possible impending doom on the other side of that wall I’d say we should go to my place. Hell, I kind of still just want to say that.” Stiles admitted. He knew he should be responsible. But Cora was hot and he was a man. It wasn’t his fault. “I guess we just have different specialties.” He added. He was often the one who came up with plans others did not think of.”Oh trust me, you can break stereotypes with me whenever you want. I like a woman who knows how to be in charge.” He added sending her a smirk.

Exhaling a little, Cora moved from where she was perched beside the wall, to stand beside Stiles, looking at him for a moment before sighing a little. “You were naive to believe i wouldn’t put up a fight and come with you.” She smirked, nudging him lightly, before turning to look over the wall again. She was unsure what she was truly looking at, after all, the darkness appeared to consume everything in sight. “None of my family think you are useless - -you just do not hold the same burdens we do — that’s not exactly a bad thing.” She sighed, gnawing down on her bottom lip. “You aren’t useless, not to me, you’re the reason I didn’t leave this town a long time ago.”

“I was hoping the kiss would distract you.” Stiles admitted. It was not his best plan. To be fair. Clearly it had backfired. He should have known better. “I am not so sure. Thank you for saying so though. I am pretty sure they think I am a liability.” He shrugged. It was not as if he had really ever asked them. Werewolves did not usually expect much from him. He was human after all. In their eyes he was weak. “I just wish I could keep you safe. But  you are the one keeping me safe.”

She merely grunted as Stiles response, taking a step forward to peer over the fence, getting a closer look at whatever they were about to endure. She only hoped this was a good idea, but she trusted Stiles, despite the consideration that had come to such a trusting bond. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” She rolled her eyes, lifting up her sleeves to show the bruises, and the scars from her previous endevours. “You don’t get battle scars like these for following orders.” She teased, tugging the sleeves back down, and allowing the smirk to disappear, sighing softly. “I don’t think you’re useless —you are capable of so much, I know that, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t worry about you.”

“I know its not.” Stiles stated. She had been through things he could not even imagine. Cora was tough. Far tougher than he was. Still he worried about her. He could not help it. “I should have known you were not going to let me go alone. It was stupid of me to think otherwise.” He admits.  “I am glad to hear I am not totally useless. At least in your eyes. I am not sure the same can be said for the rest of your family. Not that it matters. You are the one who I care about.”

She was doing everything she could to contain her anger, mostly because her protective tendencies were showing, especially when it came to Stiles. She needed to ensure his safety, and knowing he was venturing into the unknown spiked concern in her mind. “And let’s say you take a look, what if they spot you? Stiles, you could get SERIOUSLY hurt!” She gnawed down on her bottom lip, sighing harshly as she did. “I heal quicker if I get hurt, I couldn’t bare to see you in danger.” She spoke shyly, eyes diverting away. She hated showing her feelings, it was something she found extremely hard, mostly due to the vulnerability it caused her.

“I won’t let them see me. I’m good at being sneaky. I promise.” Stiles smiles. “I don’t know what is with you Hales. Always thinking I am useless.” He teases. In reality he cared about Cora a lot. The fact that she was concerned about him means a lot. “I’m made it this far without getting killed.” He added. “But fine. You you insist. You can come. I’m not letting you go alone either.” Stiles says not wanting to fight. Cora was stubborn. There was really no winning. “But we need to be quiet and we need to be fast.” 

Narrowed eyes posed at him, subconsciously gnawing down on her bottom lip as he spoke. She was concerned, and despite all of this, she NEEDED to be by his side, in whatever he was doing. “Will you tell me what is going on?” She asked, desperation clear in her voice. “Do you really think doing this alone is the best option?”

“I am fairly certain that the Dread Doctors are back.” Stiles explained. “I need to know for sure. I want to sneak in and get a look. Then I can know for sure.” He added. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Stiles replied. He cared about Cora. He cared about her more than he cared about himself. “I don’t know what I am getting into. I don’t want to take you down with me.”

EYES NARROW, brows coming together for a long moment as she stares at Stiles. SHOCK PARALYZES LYDIA, lips puckered slightly from the kiss. “You know I’m not going to let you go alone, Stiles. Not now and not ever.” She already lost him once before.

“We heard lord only knows what banging around in there, and you want to come with me?” Stiles explains. It wasn’t going to be a safe or fun adventure. “It could be dangerous. Are you really sure you want to come?”

Derek shrugged his shoulders lightly. “I don’t actually know, the only person I have known who could do it was my mother” He murmured lightly. “Though Malia can as well, but she’s a were coyote, so..” He shrugged again. 

“So maybe a Hale thing then.” Stiles shrugged. “It seems like something out of a movie. Granted everything does. I can’t believe I lived in the dark for so long. It’s all so obvious. Or at least it is now.” 

Derek sighed lightly. “We were stronger as a pack, that pack is gone” He murmured, running a hand over his jaw. “But I am stronger now that I can fully shift” He nodded lightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you” He murmured then. 

“That makes sense.” Stiles nodded. Even after all this time he didn’t fully get wolf politics. It was all complicated. Not to mention he was human. There was instinct things there he could never understand. “Does that full wolf shift thing happen often?” He asked. “Or is that a Hale thing?” 

“It should be, they would know that they shouldn’t trespass” He frowned before shaking his head. “Though he might not care, and if he doesn’t I’ll be ready” He murmured with a shrug and looked over at him for a moment. “I can’t be sure of anything, I don’t even know what you saw other than what you told me” He murmured with a frown.

“Are the Hales still seen as being powerful?” Stiles asked. He was curious. There weren’t many left now. But they’d been very powerful once. “Hell I don’t know what I saw. I think it was an alpha. With Beacon Hills it is hard to know though. I just hope whatever it was leaves me alone. I didn’t want to be killed.”

Derek nodded his head lightly. “Sure is” He sighed as he moved to sit down on to the couch, running a hand over his face. “We don’t know what it might do, but at least you’re here if it does, probably not, since my territory is all over this loft. 

“You think the fact that this is your territory will be enough to stop them?” Stiles asked. He wonder if it was because it was Derek or just another wolf. He still didn’t fully get wolf dynamics. “How sure are you?”

Derek nodded his head lightly. “I’m sure” He murmured as he moved to grab a blanket from a chest of drawers he had and threw them on to the couch, he then propped a pillow in at the head of it. He glanced over at the other then. “I want to know who this is, and if it’s after you I want you here” He murmured. 

“Alright.” Stiles nodded. Derek was right. He was safest here. Derek could protect him in a way that he couldn’t protect himself. “I am still hoping that whoever it is doesn’t come after me at all. “ He added. “This town is a mess.”

“It shouldn’t..” Derek murmured as he let out a soft sigh, running a hand over his jawline for a second. “You should stay here until we know more about it” He decided then, nodding his head. 

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked. He didn’t want to intrude. “I mean, I feel like I have inconvenienced you enough.” He added. He felt bad. But he hadn’t known who else to go to about this sort of thing.