#stilesimagine

When the words registered a second time Sky had her keys in her hand and she was running out the door to her car, only faintly hearing her dad yell after her. She hung up on Scott and rushed to Beacon Hills Memorial.

The halls were buzzing with people and Sky was frantically searching for someone, anyone who could tell her about Stiles. She was caught by Kira as she was passing one of the waiting rooms. Entering the room she found the rest of the pack, Kira the good friend that she was to Sky, let her have the seat next to Scott.

The three of them, Stiles, Scott and Sky had been friends for years and after Scott was bitten and they jumped right into the supernatural world, Sky and Stiles got closer. Kira knew this, she also knew that Scott and Sky needed each other for comfort.

No one had any information, and everyone was getting impatient. Sky fidgeted next to Scott listening as Lydia fumed. “I’m going to resurrect that Witch just to kill her myself….” She stomped a wedge clad foot.

“That would be useless Lydia.” The Sheriff’s voice made Sky’s eyes snap up to his tired blue orbs.

“What happened?” Her voice didn’t even sound like her own.

The Sheriff stood, his hands on his hips, finally looking down and to the floor. “He must have had a panic attack when he got to the top of the stairs. He fell and hit the hardwood floor. I found him on the floor unconscious, and brought him here.”

“Okay…” Everyone seemed to be stunned into silence. Most likely thinking of all the things that could be wrong with Stiles. Sky on the other hand was studying John’s body language, relaxed yet tense. Contradictory. “What isn’t being said?”

It was then that the Sheriff looked right at Scott and Sky, ignoring everyone else in the room. “He has some memory loss. MRI’s have been done, and it isn’t FTD. In fact his brain is rather healthy considering. I think uh, Deaton could explain it best.”

Dr. Deaton walked into the room as if he had been casually standing outside the door. Sky hadn’t realized that she had been holding Scott’s hand the whole time until he squeezed her fingers in return.

“It appears that what young Mr. Stilinski experienced is not supernatural, or life threatening.” Everyone breathed out. “However, with what everyone was subjected to this evening there is a contributing factor. His memory loss is due to the physical trauma as well as mental influence.”

Deaton paused for a moment, letting the information sink in before continuing.

“It is like holes in the memory, but he isn’t conscious to the fact that something is missing. At least not at the current time. He doesn’t remember certain events, and people.”

“What do you mean by that?” This time it was Scott, his voice panicked.

“The only people in this room that Mr. Stilinski remembers is his father. He has no knowledge of the supernatural, or those that were involved in it. Even though you were friends before, the supernatural is rooted so deep in his memories of all of you that he doesn’t remember who you are to him. He knows you exist, and who you are, but not to him.”

A silence fell over the room as everyone realized that Stiles wouldn’t remember who they are. Sky tried to keep her nerves tame. She wasn’t in the habit of falling apart in front of people, and she surely wasn’t going to start now. Digging her nails into her palms trying to keep calm.

“Can we fix it?” Jackson’s voice broke the silence. Everyone looked to him. Sky was thoroughly surprised that he even cared.

“It isn’t a science simply because it is a mixture of supernatural and biology. As far as the supernatural goes… giving him something to remember something that cannot be given to someone else. You have to make him want to remember.”

“That isn’t vague enough.” Jackson huffed. “Why do we even ask you for help.”

Deaton smiled and took his leave. The Sheriff assured everyone that besides the memory loss, Stiles was fine. A little bruised but he will be coming home tomorrow. He asked them to give him some time before they pushed, and tried. John saw the look in Sky’s eyes as she was leaving, almost like she was completely lost.

“Skylar.” His fatherly tone stopped her in her tracks, her hand pausing on the handle of her car door.

“Yeah?” her voice broke.

“I want him back too, but you know why I ask for time right?”

“If his brain is caused too much trauma he might revert into total memory loss. Potentially triggering something Stiles, you, and myself are terrified of.”

Sky wouldn’t look at the Sheriff, but she knew that she had hit the nail on the head. He pulled her in for a hug and told her to drive safe.

+++

Days went by.

Sky watched as Stiles went to his locker, and to his classes and to Lacrosse practice. He couldn’t play for a while, but he had to be there even if he was on the bench. The hardest part was classes. Stiles and Sky shared 4 classes together, usually sitting next to each other every time. Sky was sure to sit a seat or two behind him, that way she knew he couldn’t look at her.

That was one of the things that almost broke her. Occasionally she would make eye contact with Stiles and she desperately wanted to smile at him, instead she looked away and kept walking or working.

It had been about two weeks. Stiles had no memory and most of the pack seemed to be okay knowing he was alright, but Sky was almost like a zombie. Scott would squeeze her shoulder, or offer her a comforting smile but he had Kira. Everyone had someone. Sky usually had Stiles. Now she was alone.

Today was particularly hard, today… they had Chemistry Lab and Sky was anything but in the mood to deal with Harris. She slumped down in her seat, doodling on her notebook before class started.

“Before everyone gets comfortable. Come pick a number from the bowl at the front. We are assigning lab partners for the remainder of the semester. Chop Chop.”

Sky huffed, got up and got in line to grab her number. Finding the assigned table and sat at the end and continued doodling, hoping she wouldn’t be miserable with her partner, and that she wouldn’t have to do all the work herself.

She was only distracted from her pen and paper by the scraping of the chair next to her. The person sat down, drumming their fingers on the table. When she looked up, Sky’s heart almost stopped. There sat Stiles. She felt the need to cry, how could the universe be so freaking cruel to her.

Sky took in his appearance. He was still toned and strong, his hair in disarray. Worn converse loosely tied. She watched the muscles and tendons move in his strong arms as he tapped. Running with the wolves had done them both good, and god Sky hated the fact that she had been becoming attracted to her best friend.

“Hey.” Stiles’s voice was the same as it always had been, maybe a little nervous now.

“Hi.” Sky still sounded defeated.

“Uhm… I guess we are partners for the rest of the semester.” His brows furrowed in a bit of confusion. “I’m Stiles.”

“I guess we are… I’m Skylar.”

Stiles tapped his foot, and looked right into her eyes. “I know.”

Stiles’ POV

I felt like I couldn’t breathe even though I was in the woods. It was so frustrating! Scott and I fought. We fought because he didn’t understand it, we all couldn’t be the hero, the true alpha just like him. The rest of us were quite normal. Actually, the quite normal one was me.

I couldn’t tell him about Donovan. I couldn’t. He tried to make this all my fault but it wasn’t my fault! He tried to kill my dad, he tried to kill me! All I did was in self-defense. I did what I had to do to be alive but he kept looking at me like if I had wanted to kill Donovan since the beggining.

Suddenly, I saw a little figure looking for something into the herbs. Her long brown hair was on her shoulders, looking like if she hadn’t brushed it since forever. She was wearing a long white dress and she was barefoot. Her moves were slows but beautiful. She got up and turned around, but she got scared because of me. Quickly, she hid behind a tree. 

“Hey, please. Don’t be scared of me” I said almost whispering. She was beautiful and I couldn’t face another person running away from me scared. 

I sat down carefully and looked at her, who was looking at me behind the tree. I saw the fear in her eyes, in her beautiful brown eyes and I broke down. I began to cry again and to feel like if I was a monster. Since when am I a monster? 

I looked up to see if she ran away but instead, I found her sat down in front of me with her legs crossed. I looked at her hand and she put a hip flask in my hand. I frowned and looked between her and the hip flask. 

“D-drink” she told me putting her hand on her mouth. “Feel... good...” she said slowly, and put her hand on her chest, above her heart. Her voice was like music, like notes. It was like she was trying to speak in english. “P-please” she said and looked down. And I saw it. The tip of her ear were visible and it was pointed! 

“Oh no, I don’t need another supernatural creature. Not tonight” 

“Cry, drink” she said putting her hand on her mouth again. “Good” she said and put her hand on her chest. I didn’t know why but something was teling me to believe in her so that was what I did. I drank all of it and I almost threw up. 

“What are you?” I asked pointing at her. 

She thought about it and then spoke. 

“Girl...” after that she did a move like if she were cradling a child “nature” 

“Oh you were born here?” 

She got up and put herself in front of a tree and made a move like she was protecting it. 

“You are a nymph, aren’t you?” 

She smiled and nodded while she sat again. I smiled and admired her beaty.  

“But, how do you understand me?”

“Ears good. Mouth no. Some words. Girl... mouth... move” she said while she was doing some signals. Of course! Some nymphs communicate with signals! 

“So you understand but you are not good with words?” 

She nodded. 

“Why... cry?” 

I almost cried again but something inside stopped it. 

“Nothing”

“Mouth” she said. 

I smiled and shook my head. 

“It’s speak”

“No care” she shrugged. “Mouth” 

I sighed and began to tell her everything. Every word hurted me like hell but something inside kept still stopping it. Why couldn’t I cry? Maybe it was that awful drink she gave me.

“The worst part about it is that he didn’t believe me! He. Did. Not. Believe. Me. I know I’m innocent but something in his eyes told me otherwise. He pushed me away when I needed him the most. He’s Scott McCall, the true alpha, of course he wouldn’t have killed him, but I’m a human. I keep making mistakes, maybe I’m the biggest mistake ever” 

The girl held my hand and began to caress it. I looked at her eyes and smiled. She was so motivating, so calmed, so peacefull... 

“Eye nature” she said and I looked around. “Tree. Hard storms. Water good. Eye tree. Strong”. 

It was difficult to understand what she wanted to say. A few minutes later, like a light in my brain, I knew what she was telling me. 

“Ah! You mean that the tree had to pass through the storm that might hurted him but then the water from that storm helped him to be strong” 

She nodded while she forced me to get up. I followed her and stopped when we were in front of a tree. She held my hand again and put it on the bark. 

“Strong” then she let go of my hand and put her own on my chest. 

“Strong” she said. 

I shook my head. I took a step back and looked at her, suddenly missing her touch. 

“I’m not strong! I’m a weak and slow human”. 

Without thinking twice, she hugged me. Her head was on my chest and her hands were squeezing her body with mine. I hugged her back and felt like a energy from her that was making me feel powerful. She broke away and smiled. 

“Girl heart good. Boy good. No bad. Boy human good, strong, beauty” 

I din’t know why but her words were making me feel good. She was telling me I wasn’t bad, I was a beautiful, strong and good human and I appreciated that. I couldn’t wait to the pack to meet her! Oh well, Scott pushed me away from the pack. 

“Please, boy eye girl day, day, day, day. No stop” 

“You want to see me again?” 

She made a cheesy joke, making him smile his stupid-ass dorky smile. You couldn’t take it anymore. You packed up your lunch, making sure to slap your lunchbox closed as you moved away from the table. You could feel the eyes of everyone you had been sitting with on you as you hurried out of the lunchroom, shoulders slumped and hair down, shielding your face from having to make eye contact with anyone in the room. You pushed through the doors and into the hallway, which was empty because everyone was either in class or at lunch. You found a place next to the stairwell that shielded you from view. Tears flooded from your eyes as you slid down the wall and curled into a ball, your forehead leaning against your knees. It was all too much, knowing that he was in love with someone else, someone stupid enough to not go after it. It hurt to hear him go on and on about how amazing and perfect she was and to have to smile and encourage him to pursue it.

“Y/N?” Scott’s voice echoed in the empty hall. You tried to quiet your sobs, hoping he wouldn’t find you like this. You heard his footsteps get closer and you held your breath, trying to make as little noise as possible. His footsteps stopped. “Y/N, is that you?” He walked up to you and squatted in front of you. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head. You couldn’t tell him. He was Stiles’ best friend. “Alright, fine. I’ll just stay here,” he sat next to you, leaning against the wall, “until you tell me what’s going on, because I have never seen you like this, and honestly, it’s kind of scaring me.”

The two of you sat there for a long time, you trying to control your sobs, your face buried in your knees, and Scott sitting right next to you, keeping you touch with the real world, without having to say a word. Finally, you gave up.

“It’s...I...She…” you tried to get it out, but you couldn’t stop crying. You started to become frustrated with yourself, making your sobs even worse.

“Ssshh, it’s ok,” Scott said as he scooted closer to you. He put his arms around you and pulled you into him, rubbing your shoulder and holding you tight. “It’s Stiles, isn’t it?” He said after some time. Your breath caught and you looked up at him. How did he know? “I saw the way you were looking at him at lunch,” he said, looking at his hand on your shoulder. He smirked, “And in Precalc, and when you come to practice...and every day since Freshman year.” You looked away. How could you have been so obvious?

“It just...It hurts, Scott,” you finally managed to get out. “Every night he calls me with some fabulous new story about something he and Lydia did that day, even if he just sharpened her pencil for her! How am I supposed to react to that?!” You could feel yourself starting to get angry. Scott placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled it into his chest.

“Y/N, I know how hard this must be for you, to see him with someone else-”

“They’re not even together, Scott! She’s been playing games with him since they first met! She leads him on, and then pushes him away. He deserves so much better.” Scott moved from underneath you so that he could look you in the eye.

“Y/N, listen to me. Stiles has feelings for Lydia. There’s not much you can do about that except be there for those phone calls, whether they’re good news or bad news. One day, he might realize what she’s doing and get over her. In that case, I honestly don’t see why he wouldn’t go for you. Or, Lydia might realize what a great guy he is and actually go for it. That’s not under your control. You just need to be there for him, ok?” You took a deep breath.

“Scott, I don’t know if I can do that,” you looked away and moved out from under his arms. Scott paused, unsure of what to say.

“Ok,” he said, simply. “I’ve never been through what you’re going through, so I can only imagine how painful it must be for you. Just remember, while you’re trying to get some distance, try not to hurt him. You mean so much to him, Y/N, and I don’t want to see him hurt. I don’t want to see either of you hurt, but I think it’s a little late for that.” He chuckled half-heartedly as he pushed your hair behind your ears and wiped a tear from your cheek. You gave him a half smile before leaning in for a hug.

“Um, what’s going on here?” Stiles voice made both of you jump. “Y/N, are you crying?” You could feel Scott growing slightly uncomfortable.

“I’m gonna go…” Scott stood up and walked away, leaving you sitting on the floor, face still wet with tears, and Stiles standing a few feet away from you. He walked over to you, slowly.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” You shifted your body away from him. “Come on, I thought we could tell each other anything.” He sat down next to you and gave you a slight, playful nudge.

“I can’t.” You stated, still not facing him.

“Can’t what?” his voice was full of concern.

“I can’t keep doing this, Stiles.” You turned to look him in the eye. “I can’t keep listening to stories every night about how perfect she is, or watching you fawn over her every single day!” You exploded. There was a moment of silence before Stiles finally responded.

“Look, Y/N, you know that I would do anything for you-”

“Anything except love me.” Stiles’ eyes widened as the words fell from your lips.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” you started to get frustrated.

“Y/N, I do love you. I love the way I can call you at any time of night and we can talk. About everything. I love how you laugh at all of my dirty, perverted jokes. I love the way that I can take you with me on my night-schemes and not flip out about you being safe 24/7. Of course I want you to be safe, and I would do anything to make sure you were alright, but these are things that I can’t do with a girlfriend. These are things that I need a best friend for. You’re that friend. You’re my best friend, Y/N, and I love you so much for it.” He wiped a tear from your cheek as it escaped from your eye. Nobody had ever said anything like that to you before. Ever. You didn’t know how to respond, so instead you wrapped your arms around him and the two of you hugged for what seemed like eternity. You didn’t want to let go.

“Thank you, Stiles,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re a virgin?!” you shrieked dumbfounded. He clambered onto the bed and immediately clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Can you keep it down?! I don’t need anyone with supernatural hearing to find out.  First Scott, and now you… I don’t want anyone else knowing my not so dirty little secret.” he insisted. He slowly removed his sweaty palm from your smirk. He sighed once more before flopping down on the mattress next to you.

“It’s just embarrassing,” he grumbled into the pillow. You laid down next to him and stared at the ceiling.

“Trust me, I know.” you muttered. You knew exactly how he felt. Until a moment ago, you thought you were the only virgin in the pack.You had never shared anything about your sex life with the pack, except Lydia, who was constantly trying to hook you up with Beacon Hill's finest.  It was never that you didn’t want to have sex. It was that you could never find someone you actually wanted to do it with. Stiles pressed up against his elbows to face you. He stared at you with a single raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes.

“Mhm, and how exactly would you know how this feels?” he questioned.

“Because I’m a virgin too...” you confessed. Stiles gasped with exaggeration and let out a girly squeal, mocking your previous behavior.

“You’re a vir-” he began with a shriek before you hastily smacked him with a pillow. You both fell into a fit of laughter. You smacked his firm stomach before shifting to lie your head on his chest. Your laughter died down and you listened to his steady breathing. Both you and Stiles had always been good at putting up fronts. Even when you were terrified of being murdered by an unknown creature at any second, you were able to laugh and put on a smile.

“Stiles, I’m scared,” It wasn’t something you often admitted. Ever since you found out about the supernatural you had played the role of the pack mom. It had always been your job to keep the pack’s nerves at ease. “If it’s targeting virgins, then we have huge flashing targets on our back.” He weaved his fingers through your hair and gave a caustic chuckle.

“Well,” he let out a large puff of air through his nearly sealed lips, “Unless we miraculously lose our virginities tonight, there’s pretty much nothing we can do except embrace our huge flashing targets, along with the possibility that we might die at any moment.” You both took a deep breath in and groaned. You laid in silence and pondered on the ways in which you might have your throat slashed. All at once, an idea hit you and you shot up in the bed. Stiles followed your lead and sat up with you. You sat on your knees and faced him but your eyes shot around the room; landing everywhere except him. Your mind raced and your hands shook with sudden nervousness. Stiles gripped your arm tightly; steadying you. You pondered your idea for a moment, questioning the logistics of it all. Yes, It was a ludicrous idea. But it would guarantee both your and Stiles’ safety.

“Y/N?” Stiles addressed you with caution, “You ok?” he questioned. You brought your eyes up to meet his, and steadily gazed into his concern-filled eyes.

“Stiles, I think we should have sex.” you blurted out, thoughtless of what this proposal may do to your friendship. His eyes went wide and he took in a sharp gulp of air. He raised his eyebrows and ran his tongue nervously along his lips.

“What?” he sputtered through nervous laughter. He gently pressed the back of his hand to your forehead; feeling for your temperature. “You feeling alright?” he asked through a smirk.

“I’m serious!” you argued, swatting his hand away. He studied you for a moment before his face relaxed.

“Stiles, I know it sounds crazy-” you began to reason with him. “Okay.” he stated.

“-but it would keep us both alive!” you continued, oblivious to his comment.

“Y/N… I said okay.” he chuckled.

“Stiles, I don’t want to die a virgin!” you whined, still not listening to him.

“Y/N!” he shouted, now grabbing your shoulders and lightly shaking you. “I said ok…” he whispered. His voice was stable, and his eyes held your gaze. His nervous traits had disappeared, and for the first time all night, he appeared at ease.

“It makes sense. It would protect both of us, and it wouldn’t make the first time so….intimidating…” He chuckled through his reasoning. “Was that a bad thing to say?” he scrunched his eyebrows and tightly squished his eyes shut. “I’m sorry,” his hands fell from your shoulders and he intertwined his fingers carefully with yours. “I didn’t mean that it would be any less special if it was with you. I mean you’re beautiful!” He began to babble anxiously. “Wait! That came out so wrong! I mean, yes, you’re beautiful. But that’s not the only reason why I would want to have sex with you! You have a lot of other great qualities too.” Stiles groaned in exasperation and muttered a profanity under his breath.  He looked at you apologetically. You giggled and lightly squeezed his hand. He took a deep breath and slightly straightened up. “What I’m probably trying to say, is that if you want to do this, and only if you want to do this,” he emphasized, “I’d want to too.” he murmured.

Your eyes connected with his large, hazel ones. “I want to.” you whispered, certain of your decision. His stare was genuine and warm; filled with excitement, anxiety, desire, concern, but most of all, affection. It had always been clear that you and Stiles cared deeply for each other. It was an ongoing joke amongst the pack that you and Stiles were fooling yourselves, saying you only love each other as friends. Sure, there had been a few celebratory kisses on the cheek and one on the lips after shooting the winning lacrosse goal, and one or two drunk makeout sessions throughout the years, but never anything more. You had been friends for as long as you could remember and you didn’t let your love go any farther than that. It was your unspoken agreement that becoming anything more could be dangerous for your friendship, whether it was friendship or something more. You and Stiles would do anything to protect each other. And, honestly, you couldn’t think of anyone else you trusted more with the… task at hand.

“Just as friends, right?” he asked, slightly leaning towards you.

“Right,” you confirmed, slowly tilting your head.

“And only the one time?” He gulped. He edged closer until you could feel his heavy breath against your lips.

“Only the one time.” You agreed.

He gently took your face in his hands, the warm flush of your cheeks burning against his palms. He gently tugged you forward until the distance between you was sealed. His lips brushed yours and your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were rough with hesitation, but as you linked your arms behind his neck, you felt them melt into yours. His hand tangled itself into your hair and you felt the rumble of a soft moan against your lips as he let his instincts take over. Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss and traced your tongue against the contour of his tender lips. His lips parted slightly and you could taste his sweet tongue as he ran it across yours.

*****

A year and a half  later, you and Stiles were still exactly where you started: fighting crime with the pack, having daily prank wars, Star Wars movie nights. Best friends. Well, best friends with a little bit of a benefit...

“Stiles,” You moaned, squirming beneath his touch. He hovered above you and kissed you passionately. You ran your hand roughly through his hair and thrusted your hips forward to meet the bulge in his sweatpants. He gripped your hip firmly, holding you against the bed in some sort of attempt to control your eagerness. He humbly chuckled, knowing that with each second that went by, you were being driven wild. He nipped at the skin around your breast, leaving light teeth marks imprinted on your skin.

“Only one more time?” Stiles joked as he kissed his way down your neck.