#ceo fic

You raced from the building, your palms sweating. Thoughts raced through your mind at blinding speeds, Malia’s words echoing through your head, the weight of them seemingly pressing on your chest as you hurtled down the stairs.”I think she’s going to hurt someone”. Your body repelled the thought, every fiber of your being rejecting the idea of you hurting someone. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t, even in self defense. You needed to feel the air on your skin, you needed to be free. You didn’t bother waiting for the elevator as you took the stairs four at a time, your footsteps barely heard as you crashed against concrete. Your stomach lurched, bile rising in your throat as you slammed yourself against the cool metal and glass of the door. You spilled onto the pavement, breaths coming in waves as panicked onlookers gawked at you, their faces bewildered as they shot you looks of panic. Your vision blurred as you reached for something to hold, the wall your only solace. Cool brick grazed your fingertips, the rough edges easy to grip as you tried to calm the slamming in your chest.  

An onlooker approached you, your head spinning as you cried, tears squeezing from your eyes. Her face was kind and weathered, the type of face you wished to see when you heard bad news. Her voice was soft against the harsh noises of the busy street, her words gentle as they washed over you. You barely heard her, the static in your ears deafening as you shot looks over the street. Strangers still shot you looks of disdain and pity as you gripped onto the wall, your chest heaving as your eyes found her lips. “Are you okay?” She repeated, her brows furrowed on her forehead, wrinkles deepening in the creases above her eyes. “Are you okay?” She repeated again as you realized you couldn’t force the words out. You shook your head weakly, your eyes downcast as blood rushed through your eardrums. Her hands found your shoulders as she sat you down, your skin grazing against the brick, your legs finally resting against the cool pavement. “Breathe.” She cooed, her small body now almost towering over you. You inhaled a shaky breath, your lungs burning as you gasped for air.  

Panic roared through your veins, the feeling of every nerve forcibly being ripped from its place as your fingernails dug into your palms. The smell of cedar wood and pine permeated your nose, the taste of pennies and candle wax on your tongue. “Breathe.” She spoke again, ripping you from the bubble you had found yourself entrapped in. Her words were cooling as they washed over you, her words almost minty as your breathing slowed. “You’re okay, it’s all going to be okay.”  She cooed as her fingers reached over to brush the tears from your cheek, tracks of salted water over blushing skin. “It was a panic attack dear, don’t worry. You can get through this, can you stand?” You blinked, your vision clearing as you nodded your head slowly, every movement feeling like a ten pound weight had been added on top. Her fingers wrapped around your wrists, her mouth falling open as she noticed the blood dripping down your palms. You blinked rapidly, your body only registering what was happening as the dull pain set in. You cried out, your fingers unfurling, knuckles red after being white for so long. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, your lip caught between your teeth as you watched the blood drip to the concrete below you.  

You heard it fall, the soft thud as droplets followed it, your body shaking as adrenaline flowed through your veins. “What have you done?” The older woman questioned as you looked around your eyes swimming with tears. “I don’t know.” You choked out, your words finally forming as you sobbed, your breath catching in your throat. You squeezed your fingers, the soft flesh closing over before your eyes. You blinked hard watching as the skin closed over the bleeding stopping. You pulled your hand from the woman, your mouth clamped shut as you looked over her with wide eyes. Thoughts raced through your mind, did she just see what you saw? Did you imagine it?. Your mind ran a mile a minute as the woman spoke to you, her words lost in the static. You shook your head, apologies falling from your mouth as you pulled away from her. She looked in your red rimmed eyes, her eyes changing from a deep brown to the purest red. You blinked slowly, your head shaking as you yanked your arm from hers. “Don’t be afraid, the attacks will stop as you fully change. You must’ve not long been bitten.” She tried to speak to you as your breathing sped again.  

You tapped your feet as the woman spoke, her eyes staring straight in yours. “I’m sorry but I can’t do this. I need to go-” You rushed an apology, thank you’s chorusing with the rush of traffic on the street as you turned back away from her. Her hand gripped yours, her grip tight on your skin as you winced. “Careful. You’re not there yet. It will be hard on you, hard on the one you love.” She spoke as she looked up the building, her eyes settling on the window to Stiles’ office. “But when you have changed fully, you will remember.” She carried on her words cryptic as you pulled away from her, your brow furrowed over your eyes. “Thanks.” You breathed out, your words barely audible. You turned from her again, launching into a sprint, wind whipping your skin until it was red. Blinded by tears and wracked with sobs you stopped turning a corner to lean against a wall. You screwed your eyes shut, focusing on your heartbeat as you heard a door swing open. You raised your arms defensively as you looked around, looking for the source of the sound. Confusion swept over you as you saw no door in sight, the sound of footsteps echoing in a concreted stairwell. “Satomi, I’m glad you came, we need to talk.” You heard a familiar voice rang out.  

Scott. “If it’s about the omega, I fear we may have more than just words to exchange. Actions must be taken, she isn't ready for the storm that is ahead of us.” The woman from outside the office chimed. Your heart quickened as they spoke in hushed tones, your ears straining. You barely made out words, the blood rushing in your system too loud to hear over. You didn’t want to listen, the fear of their words was crashing over you as your head fell to your hands, bile rising in your throat once more. The air shifted around you, the sun disappearing behind clouds as you felt the temperature dip. Not enough to set your hair on end but enough that you knew what was coming. You raised your head looking to the sky as the first drops of rain fell to the ground, marbling the pale gray pavement. Rain always calmed you, something useful seeing as though you were from Seattle. You closed your eyes as you felt the rain on your skin, your heartbeat finally calming as you settled against the wall, your palms anchoring you to the brick.  

You sighed as water trailed over your shoulders, tracks of cold on your otherwise burning skin. It trailed over your wrists, droplets hanging from your eyelashes as you blinked, your vision swimming. You pushed away from the wall, peering around the corner to see if you could see the woman from before as you sidled out. You saw no sign of her as you hurried down the street, past the front door of the office your head ducked. You continued as you walked on, your feet hitting the pavement in a run, the rain falling harder against your skin. You wandered off trudgingly, the rain logging through your shoes. You didn’t mind though, you just walked; your mind elsewhere. The skies didn’t relent, the clouds even lower in the sky as you lost yourself in a world where nothing hurt. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted to breathe, you wanted to sleep, you wanted everything to go back to normal.  

You don’t know how long you walked, only that the rain had turned to hail, pellets of solidified water hitting your skin, red welts on your shoulders. You watched through unblinking eyes as your feet carried you away from the city, the tall grey buildings shrinking away into the distance. Residential homes replaced glass and brick, the warm lighting of family homes spilling onto the streets as the sky blackened. You could feel the cold in your bones, your hair on end as you carried on, the streets turning to dirt around you, your feet sticking in mud as words echoed around your mind. Cars were replaced slowly by trees, all familiarity of Beacon Hills long behind you as you walked through the underbrush of trees taller than buildings. I think she’s hurt someone; repeated on loop Malia’s tone scared. You stilled, your body slowing to a halt as you leant against a tree, a scream ripping from your throat. Every nerve ending in your body felt like it was being ripped from you.  

Your fingers curled into fists, your screams echoing into the night as you doubled over. You reached out to grab onto something as it felt like acid ran through your veins. Tears fell from your eyes as you hit the ground, your vision cutting out until you were surrounded by darkness. You cried out, your arms twisting beneath you as you panted for breath, your skin on fire as you opened your eyes. You gasped for air, every intake of breath feeling like daggers in your throat. You heard the cracking of bone and twig, your heart pounding in your chest as you surged away from the floor. Excruciating pain rippled over you as you felt your heart skip a beat. Your fingertips dug into the soft dirt beneath your palms as the pain subsided, your heart slowing as you fell to the ground. You didn’t dare open your eyes, you didn’t dare move as you lay there, your fingers relaxing into the soft moss nearby. Slowly you cracked your eyes open, everything clearer than before as you watched the rain hit leaves on bushes nearby. You inhaled slowly, searching the area around you for something to grab onto. You reached for some flowers nearby, the purple petals catching your eye in the dim lighting.  

Your fingers clasped around the stem as your skin burnt. You screamed, instantly letting go of the stalk of the purple plant. You cradled your hand to your chest, watching as the skin puckered and reddened. Small shards of green had embedded themselves in the tracks of your fingerprints, the pain growing stronger. You lay there defeated, your eyes drooping as you cried, tears falling slowly as you fell into a fitful sleep. It’s what you had wished for, more than anything. Even if it was in the middle of the woods, in incredible pain, you relished the sleep. Only you didn’t sleep for long.

Red eyes plagued you in your sleep, the hissing and snapping of jaws on your ankles as you ran through woods like the ones you were in now. You dared to look back at what was on your trail as you ran, your head whipping around only to be faced with something bigger than a truck, a snarling mouth and a deadly roar. Claws reached for you, the sharp talon tearing into your skin as the monster picked you up, pulling you closer to it’s rank mouth. “Millie….” It rippled, the noise deafening as it growled at you. “Millie…” It roared again, a howl ripping through it’s chest as it raised it’s head to the sky. “Come to me.”  

You awoke to a start, the sky still dark around you, your head covered in sweat as you pried yourself from the floor. Stumbling forward you walked blindly, leaves crunching underfoot. You didn’t know where you were going as branches swayed above you, the night eerily silent. You hunched in on yourself, still cradling your hand against your chest as you searched around blindly for a way out of the woods. That’s when you heard it. Cries at the moon, non human but distinctive. A wolf. You looked around wildly, starting into a sprint as you crashed through underbrush, your hands scrambling to get you closer to the sounds of howls. You launched over embankments, your feet barely touching the ground as you hurtled towards the noise. You whipped past trees, bark biting into your flesh, blood dripping down your arm as you stumbled forwards. Every footfall got you closer to the howl, your heart racing as you ran through a clearing, the dirt under foot running into rock, the wind nipping against your face.  

Rocks skittered as you ran, your hair flying in your eyes as you ground to a stop, the noise of something falling close to you. You looked around, the open space void of anything, no trees, just a clear view of the sky as the rain started again. Out here there were no warning signs, no low hanging clouds, no telltale markers that the skies would open. You stood on the precipice of a cliff, your toes curling over the edge as your heart leapt in your chest. You swallowed thickly, stepping back your body trembling in fear. You didn’t know why you stopped, but you thanked whatever omnipotent god that was watching that you did. You bent over, your hands grasping your knees as you shook, your fear of falling crashing over you in waves. Your clothes hung in rags from your body as you collapsed to the ground, vertigo running through your mind as the world turned upside down. You scrunched your eyes closed as you curled into a ball, the nausea passing quickly. You raised your head, your eyes slowly opening as you saw a pair of red eyes looking at you from across the ravine.  

Your head snapped up as it raised its own, a howl emitting from it’s mouth. It ricocheted from the rocks, the sound reverberating through your bones. It set you on edge, your teeth bared as it roared in your ears, your eyes burning. Your heart quickened, almost so fast that you weren’t sure that it was healthy. Your nails dug into rock, pain radiating from your nails as you watched your finger beds pull back, dark brown claws ripping through flesh. You cried out in pain, the noise feeble as you cried. White hot agony flashed through your mouth, your gums raw as you ran your tongue over your teeth, your lips barely fitting over them anymore. Sounds of wolves filled the air, one close by as you whipped your head around only to see the red eyed wolf across the fissure of land. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your bones cracked, shifting beneath skin as everything went black.  

Everything hurt. Your bones ached, your skin ripped to shreds as you heard a pounding somewhere around you. You groaned, rolling over covering your eyes from the light that penetrated the thin skin. The pounding stopped as you felt a breeze on your skin. You sighed, reaching for the duvet around your feet, only to find nothing there. You sat dazed, your eyes cracking open and adjusting to the floodlit garden in front of you. You barely recognized where you were your eyes scanning over every surface. Baseball bats chewed through by dogs, lacrosse sticks barely held together by duct tape sloped against a shed. Stiles’ house. You knew deep down that this was his place. You crawled to your feet, your arms wrapping around you as you knocked on the window. Hopping from foot to foot you waited, only to find no answer. He was probably at the office, slumped over his desk a cold cup of coffee on the sideboard. You collapsed to the floor again, your head in your hands as you sighed, wiping the mascara from underneath your eyes. “Millie?” You heard Stiles say from behind glass, his voice muffled as he unlocked the sliding door. “Millie oh my god, what are you doing here?” He looked over you, his mouth slack as he ushered you in. “Why the hell are you naked?” You looked down, only just registering your severe lack of clothes. No wonder you were cold.  

“I don’t know. Stiles I don’t know how I got here.” You babbled, the words falling from your mouth as Stiles grabbed a blanket from his couch before wrapping it around your shoulders. “How did you know where I lived?” Stiles asked as he clattered about his kitchen, the noise of pots and pans bashing against the countertops. You stumbled to his couch wrapping the blanket closer around your shoulders. “I don’t know Stiles. I just sorta woke up here, I have no idea how I knew where you lived. I think I remember seeing your address somewhere?” You questioned yourself, knowing that you had never seen his address and that somehow you had got here, completely buck naked in the middle of the night. “Maybe, I don’t know but you scared me half to death Millie” Stiles spoke as he walked back in the room, a cup of coffee in each hand as he passed you one. “Thank you, I’m sorry for just turning up here, I don’t know how I got here.” You apologised as you cradled the cup in your hands, the scalding hot liquid lapping over the top of the mug, burning your skin. Shivers ran through your body as Stiles sat next to you on the couch, his long legs resting against the coffee table in front of him.  

“I can leave if you want me to. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just-” You spoke quickly, placing the mug on the coffee table as you jumped to your feet. Pain rippled through your body as you moved, Stiles’ arm reaching for your hand as his fingers linked in with your own. “Don’t leave. Please, let me keep you safe.” He spoke softly, pulling you back to your seat on the couch. “Stiles I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m so scared and I can’t remember anything and-” He quieted you, his fingers running through your hair as you whimpered, tears you didn’t know you had left sliding down your cheek. “I will keep you safe. I will always keep you safe” He cooed, his hand never leaving yours as you cried into his chest. An age passed as you lay there, your tears eventually drying as the coffee on the table turned cold. “Stiles, what’s happening to me.” you croaked, your voice hoarse as your chest wheezed. “We can talk about this in the morning. Okay? You can shower and we can go to bed.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your forehead.  

You nodded, letting him pull you from the couch as you gripped onto the blanket around your body. You trailed after him as he walked, your eyes scanning over his house the walls around you unfamiliar yet comforting. “Are you okay to walk up the stairs? You seem to have cut up your ankles pretty bad and they look deep.” Stiles stopped you before he walked up the stairs, his eyes trailing over your legs. “I had no idea, yeah I'll be fine.” You smiled weakly, your lie barely masked by the gesture. Stiles nodded, his eyes showing pity as he led you upstairs, your body wincing with every step. “So the shower is through the door on your right and i’ll be right here. Okay?” He sat on the bed in front of you, his long legs hanging over the edge. “I’ll get you some clean clothes and you shout me if you need anything. I mean anything.” He looked you in the eye as you blinked slowly, a small nod following after. “Thank you” You whispered as you shuffled forwards in direction of the shower. Walking through the doorway you let out a shaky sigh, your head leaning back against the door as it clicked shut.  

You closed your eyes, wishing away the pain that rippled through your body, shaking your head of the murkiness of the past few hours. It didn’t help, there was still nothing and it scared you half to death. But you could deal with it, you were stronger than your fears. You counted back from 10 as you inhaled, your heartbeat slowing slightly as you pushed away from the door, the blanket falling from your body as you walked to the shower. As you were walking you caught glimpse of a mirror, a dirtied girl in the reflection. You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face yourself, a gasp falling from your lips. This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be you. Dirt had caked onto your skin, tracks of pale skin peeking through from the drops of rain. Blood ran over your arms, your chest and your face as you stood wide eyed. Your hair, normally curly was wild, leaves and sticks stuck in tangled knots as your vision started to swim.  

You shook as the blanket fell from your shoulders, your body numb as you wandered to the shower. You reached for the shower curtain, your fingers ripping through the material as you fell, your head cracking over the side of the bath. “Stiles-” You cried out as memories flooded your mind. Memories of the pain, the wolf at the creek, running at full speed, the taste of blood on your lips. “Stiles-” You screamed, his name ripping through you as you gripped the bath, your body unable to move. The door swung open, Stiles’ face contorted in fear as he scanned the room for you, his eyes finally landing on you. “Millie, what happened?” His voice shook as he reached for you, your body shying away from him. “I remembered. I know where I’ve been, I know how I got here.” You mumbled, your words almost incoherent as you panted for breath. “Stiles I want to forget. I don’t want to know, I’d rather be scared and in the dark. I’m not strong enough for this.” You jittered, scrambling to your feet. Every instinct in your body was telling you to run, to leave Stiles and to run until you didn’t even remember your own name.  

You streaked past Stiles, your feet hammering on the floor as you scrambled down the stairs, your hands landing on the handle of the front door. That’s when you heard him, that’s when you heard him call your name. He begged for you not to go, he whispered your name like a prayer, his voice cracking. “Millie, please don’t go.” Your head whipped around, your eyes panicking as you saw him stood at the top of the stairs. “You are strong enough. You are the strongest woman I have ever met and that’s saying something. Please don’t leave.” His whiskey brown eyes connected with yours as you stopped, turning back towards him. “I won’t leave you Stiles.” You whimpered, your feet driving you up the stairs into his arms. He pulled you into his arms, your head crushed against his chest. “I can’t do this.” You murmured into his skin, his lips pressed against your head. “You can do anything Millie.” He whispered back as he led you back to the bathroom.  

“I’ll run you a bath, you can clean yourself off. If you still want to leave, I understand.” He smiled a lopsided smile. “But there is always a space for you here if you need me.” He turned the taps, the hot water filling the tub as he helped you in. It burnt your skin, your cuts stinging as you winced. “I’ll be right through here” He told you as he walked through to the bedroom. “Thank you Stiles. For everything.” You sighed as you leant back in the water, your ears sinking under the water as you relaxed. Hours passed as you lay there in silence, the dirt sloughing off your skin, the blood circling the drain as you drained the bath, careful not to wake the now sleeping Stiles. You tiptoed back into his room, a towel wrapped tightly over your chest. You’d never seen Stiles so peaceful, usually he slept at his desk, surrounded by papers, his nose pressed into wood. But here he seemed softer somehow, surrounded by feathery down, his features at rest. You smiled, your eyes heavy as you looked around his room, pictures of smiling faces, most of whom you recognized. Your eyes landed on folded clothes, an old maroon jersey and a pair of boxers. You walked to them, dropping the towel to your feet as you pulled the jersey over your head.  

It smelled of him as it surrounded you, your hair cascading in sopping wet waves over your shoulders. You yawned as you sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes scanning over Stiles. You could watch him forever this way. You stretched slowly, not wanting to wake him as you climbed beneath the covers with him. He turned, his eyes cracking open as you wrapped your arms around him, the effects of the night crashing over you as you lay there. “Hey” He breathed, his voice ladled with sleep as his fingers ran over your shoulders, his head burying further into the pillow. “I didn’t mean to wake you I'm sorry!” You whispered, your arms tightening around him. “Go back to sleep Stiles” You smiled, your tone more demanding than you had wanted it to be. “You’re pushy you know Millie!” Stiles cracked a smile, his tongue poking out from between his teeth. “I didn’t mean to be, Sorry Stiles.” You half smiled, your eyes barely meeting his. “It’s okay, I like it when you take charge sometimes.” He winked, his eyes shining as the light caught them.  

“You do?” You flickered your eyes up to meet his, his pupils blown as he looked over you, the loose material of his jersey riding up your stomach. “Sometimes. Other times, you know I like it when you’re at my mercy.” You shivered, his voice deep as the sleepiness lifted, replaced by something else entirely. “I like that too, but you know I like control too, I don’t feel like I have a lot of that lately-” You trailed off, memories of the night before running through your mind. You were soon yanked from those memories as Stiles’ fingers trailed over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him; the sheets entangling themselves around your legs. “You can always take control here. You know what you want. I know what you want so take control.” he almost purred, your teeth grazing your bottom lip.  

“Well if you insist.” You smiled, your eyes flickering over his lips as you swung your legs over his hips, your hands on his already bare chest. “You know Millie, you’re wearing my old jersey. I always fantasized about a girl wearing it, but now it’s happening i’m so glad no one else ever has.” You reached over to his mouth, your fingers pressing against his lips. “What jersey?” You quipped, your hands moving over the material before pulling it over your head. You threw it in the corner, unfussed about where it landed. “Okay, this view is even better.” Stiles sighed, his hands moving over your hips as you leaned forward. Your chest was flush against his as you pressed your lips to his, your tongue rolling over his for entrance as your hips bucked over his already hardening cock. “You really like the jersey don’t you Stiles?” You teased, your lips vibrating against his. “You think it was just the jersey?” He laughed, his hands pressing into yours as he flipped you, your back hitting the sheets.  

“I thought I was in control?” You giggled as Stiles kissed over your jaw, his hair flopping against your skin. “You were, I never said you’d be in control the entire time.” He smirked, returning back to your neck, peppering kisses over your skin, his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot below your ear. You sighed, relaxing into his touch, your body arching from the bed as his hips ground against yours. You felt raw as he moved down your body, his lips seemingly everywhere as teeth grazed your collarbones, mewls filling the air. Your hands found his skin; nails raking freckled flesh as his tongue circled your peaks, a sigh leaving your lips. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me Millie.” He groaned, his hips rocking forward against yours, your legs hitched around his waist. “I don’t know what I'm doing in general Stiles.” you laughed, his head whipping up a smirk on his lips. You winked to him, your head falling back against the pillows as Stiles moved down your body. His hands coasted your chest, your waist as he lifted the band of the boxers from your body.  

Fingers replaced material as he traced over your scars, the moles on your thighs as he moved closer to where you needed him most. “Please Stiles-” You begged, your hips bucking towards his fingers. “I need this-” You choked out as his fingers pressed against your clit, shivers sky rocketing through your body. “What do you need?” He asked, his voice low as his breath washed over you, the cool air setting your skin on fire. “I need you Stiles” You whispered as his fingers rolled over you again. “How badly?” He teased, his index finger rolling over your entrance as you writhed beneath him. “Bad.” You whined as he pulled up, his hands reaching to the band of his boxers. Pulling them down his thighs, he looked over you, his whiskey brown eyes tracking over every inch of your body. You licked over your lips as he grew closer to you, his fingers raking over your skin, hands roaming your thighs as he drew them around his waist.  

He dipped between you, his palm stroking over his cock as he pressed against you, his head teasing over your folds. You moaned, your head rolling back as his fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing small circles as his hips canted forward. You screwed your eyes shut, stars appearing in the darkness behind your lids as Stiles buried himself within you, his hips slowing to a stop. He paused, his breathing labored before he began again, his hands placed on your thighs. Moans filled the air as he sped up, his cock massaging against spots that made you see fireworks. Your teeth clamped down on your lip as his fingers found your clit again; teasing intricate patterns onto the sensitive nub. “St-” You whispered as you felt the coil within you tighten, sparks flying through your veins with every thrust. Your fingers found his chest, nails raking red lines into the skin as he sped up; his fingers still rolling over you as he yanked your leg higher.  

Groans filled the air as he pressed deeper into you, bottoming out completely. Your breathing hitched in your throat as you choked on moans, the coil tightening further. Your hands left his skin as you reached for the sheets, your fingers ripping through the soft material. Stiles didn’t seem to notice as he teased over you, his hips pulling back almost until he left you before slamming back into you. You cried out, your fingers holding onto scraps as your eyes screwed shut once again. Stiles’ hands moved from your thighs, his fingers grazing your skin as he pressed himself to you, your chest flush against his once more. Murmurs of your name left his mouth as he spoke into your neck, words punctuated with groans as he thrust faster. The coil within you was starting to mount, your heartbeat slamming in your chest as he pushed back up.  

“I want to see you baby, I want to see you cum.” He panted, your eyes finally opening as he spoke. His face was contorted in pleasure, his mouth hung open as he slammed into you. You could feel it coming, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you as cries permeated the air. Your vision blurred as you surged from the bed, your arms anchoring you as you came. Air stifled in your lungs as you collapsed back to the bed, your throat raw and your lips red. Stiles didn’t relent as he pushed himself over his own edge, his hips staggering against yours. His fingers left your clit as he rolled off you, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. You drew in a shaky breath as your eyes began to water, your vision blurring as you placed your head on his chest. You lay there in silence as he battled to get his breath back, his cheeks flushed red. You blinked rapidly as you felt something in your eye, sharp and pointed as you squeezed your eyes shut. It didn't help, even as you lifted your fingers to your eyes, trying to calm the scratching sensation down.  

“Mill? What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, his arm wrapping over you as he pushed you from his chest. “I think there’s something in my eye. I can’t see properly.” You spoke, refusing to look at Stiles, your eyes screwed shut in attempt to stop the pain. You winced as it moved, dragging across your iris. “Stiles can you see anything?” You asked, slowly lifting your gaze to find Stiles’. Stiles’ eyes widened as you looked over him, seemingly for the first time, small details of his face more clear than they had ever been even in the low light. “Mill, your eyes are blue. But they can’t be blue because that means-” He spoke, his tone confused as he trailed off. “Don’t be stupid Stiles, you know my eyes are brown, seriously can you see anything? It really hurts.” You hit out playfully, Stiles’ expression serious. “I’m not being stupid. I can see and they are blue. Fucking blue.” He snapped, his arms hitting out, the wall beside him shaking as his fist connected with it. You jumped back, your heart hammering in your chest. “If you don’t believe me then go check for yourself.” He spoke quietly, his words barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. It roared as you hung over the bed, your eyes quickly scanning over the room for his jersey.  

You crossed the room, your feet sinking into the carpet as you pulled the jersey back over your head, heading into the bathroom. Your eyes couldn’t possibly be blue. You didn’t wear contacts and you had always had deep brown eyes. The light flickered on, your arms flying up to protect yourself, the bulb almost burning your eyes as you looked in the mirror. “You weren’t lying.” You whispered, hoping Stiles would hear. Your normally dark irises were glowing blue, deep rings of cerulean where mahogany would reside. Tears pricked as your heart leapt in your chest. You reached for the door frame, your legs weakening beneath you. “Stiles, how could my eyes be blue?” You called out, barely making it through the door. “You’re not going to believe me at first. I need to tell you something Millie, something I should have told you when you took the job.” You swallowed thickly, bile rising in your throat as Stiles helped you back to the bed.