The constant clicking of the computer infused into the void of the room surrounding two teenagers. Two teenagers who had been without their glue which kept them together, both of them, for a few days since Friday night.
They scrolled through the laptop which had a copy of Gerard's, or the Argents, bestiary in hopes of finding anything to help the investigation in Rosies situation. Scott and Stiles hoped that this answer to all the questions would be a step in the right direction. Forgiveness.
Passing many different creatures/ supernatural beings, they were beginning to give up. Spending 8 hours looking at a computer screen was not good for them and began to drain their energy, so the two distanced themselves and slumped down.
Since that night, neither Scott nor Stiles had seen or heard from Rosie. She kept herself locked away in her room for the first night and then hadn't been home since. Melissa had spoke to the boys about the situation and insisted on them telling her what happened but in between night shifts at the hospital, she forgot to mention it again. Her mother was the only one who was still in contact with them, although the boys had tried.
Stiles had attempted to message her but each time the same notification came up; Message Failed to send. He then stopped trying. Scott even tried sending notes like he used to when the two were younger and Rosie was sent to her room or vice versa. However, this time he didn't receive any notes back.
Together, they came up with the idea that Rosie was at Lydias or Allisons but the latter had denied this. Lydia had not replied to any of their messages so they assumed they were right with their thinking.
Interjecting the silence between them, Scotts phone dinged, indicating a new message. Before even looking at it, the boys looked at each other and automatically thought the same thing. That it was from Rosie.
"Is it?" Although the question was vague, Scott already knew what Stiles was asking him and to answer his question, he looked down at his phone, disappointed.
"Nah, its just my mom. She wants me to pick her up." He took himself off the floor, rubbing his trousers once he stood up straight. "You can stay here if you want but I think we should call it a night."
"No, I'm staying." Stiles grabbed the laptop and placed it on his lap as he leant against the wall on the floor.
"Stiles, we've been searching for 8 hours and we are only a quarter through the whole encyclopedia." As he got to the doorway he stopped and looked at his best friend, sympathetically. "We're gonna get her back."
"Easy for you to say, shes your sister. She'll be back for you. Family sticks together."
"Yeah and our dad is evidential proof of that." As he said it, Stiles looked apologetic, realizing what he had just said and made Scott say. "Its fine, it hurt Rosie more than it hurt me. But anyway, I've seen you two together. Something like that doesn't just fade away."
"I hope so." The boy looked back down at the laptop in his lap as he read more words which were longer than his real name. From the door, he still felt the glare from Scotts stare. "Are you picking your mom up or what?"
"Go home, this will be here tomorrow. We can look after school."
"I told you, I'm staying to look at this. I need to find this." His eyes never diverted from the glare of the laptop which displayed the bestiary, even when Scott finally gave up the ghost and left the house.
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Word after word, Stiles read them all. Each word was etched into the insides of his brain so he would be able to remember them. His finger had experienced more cramp than you can imagine as he continuously used the mouse to scroll down the pages. Until he found the one. The answer.
He had re read the page at least 10 times, just so he was sure how to explain it to Scott, or more importantly Rosie. It declared each of her symptoms; immunity to the werewolf bite, quick healing and even the ability to heal others.
At first, the healing others section of the page did not click in his mind until he remembered the night where they met the Alpha, or Peter Hale. Derek had smashed his head into the wheel, resulting in a severely broken nose, but who fixed it automatically? Rosie did.
And then when Derek was shot with the wolfsbane bullet. Rosie had moved herself to create a bandage for him but when her hand touched his arm, he freaked out and Stiles never knew the real reason why. But now he did. She was healing him and she didn't even know it.
When he heard a car pull up outside, he didn't wait a second longer until he ran down the stairs and waited for his best friend to come in to the house, so he could tell him that due to his perseverance, he found it. However, it was only Melissa who entered the home, no Scott was following her. As she saw him she jumped at Stiles.
"Woah, okay. Hey Stiles." She almost dropped her coat at the surprise of seeing a certain teenagers face.
"Hey Mrs McCall."
"Even after all these years, you still call me that. Me-lis-sa." Exaggerating with her lips, Melissa over pronounced her name. "But I'm still mad at you so you can- um- just go get Scott."
"Where is he?" Confused, Stiles looked at Melissa waiting for an answer as to why Scott had not followed her in.
"Hes in the car and acting really weird. He even insisted on sitting in the back for some reason." She began to walk past Stiles towards the bottom of the stairs before turning around to speak once more. "Oh and make sure you didn't get any of that red paint anywhere in my house."
Stiles repeated the words 'red paint' in his mind while trying to think why she thought that the two were painting, especially with red. He heard her door shut and he looked at the open door, peering round it to the car on the drive. Thinking cryptically, Stiles ran out there and opened the back car door.
"Scott, what happened?" On Scotts shirt there was blood seeping through it, concerning Stiles as he obviously wasn't healing. Scotts face was pale and Stiles grabbed his arm, put it over his shoulder as he hauled him out of the car and inside the house.
His feet dragged along the floor as he had no energy or strength to move them himself and relied on Stiles for support. But once inside, Scott could no longer hold on to Stiles and let himself drop on the floor, resulting in a loud thump but luckily, Melissa was out after a long shift at the hospital.
"What the hell happened to him?" A third member presented their voice as they stood in the darkness of the kitchen. Stiles tried to squint his eyes to be able to identify who it was but he had to keep an eye on Scott, making sure he was alive.
The figure stepped out of the darkness and rushed over to Scott on the floor, placing their hand upon his face. Seeing the hand, Stiles looked up at the figures face and almost lost it. As he was seeing the girl he admitted he loved for the first time in days.
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Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"You fell in love with the feeling. But you didnt fall in love with me." She was the confident girl, he was the awkward boy. Could it be anymore obvious? --- Season One of Teen Wolf completed. Season Two of Teen Wolf completed.
