Teen Wolf Imagines

I Need a Savior (Stiles Stilinski)

There's a video playing on your computer. You're sitting before it, knees tucked up to your chest like you're a child right now instead of watching yourself as one on the screen in front of you. Your eyes are glued to the two playing figures as if they'll find some way to save you from the mess you've found yourself in, as if by watching what you used to have you'll be able to have it all back once more.

You're not alone in the video. The four-year-old Y/N rarely was, and in this particular video her laugh is joined by someone else- your twin brother, Stiles. He's racing after you in a grassy backyard, in the midst of some no doubt momentous game of tag. He's shouting something at the top of his tiny lungs as he goes, something about how he'll always get back to you in the end. If only you could make that same promise now.

The video ends, but you still sit there, unable to move. It's barely been a few days that your brother was fully possessed by the Nogitsune, but the loss still cuts at you like a knife. Stiles is your twin brother, older only by ten minutes or so. You've never had to go without him for longer than a few hours- he's always there, at home or at school or at your father's station. This, knowing that he's somewhere within Beacon Hills but utterly gone to you, is an entirely different kind of pain.

A knock sounds at the door, and you look up to see your father hovering in the doorframe. His attempt at a reassuring smile drops as he sees the video still up on your screen. "I thought I heard voices." You sigh. "I miss him, Dad. I miss Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski sighs, walking inside the room at last. "So do I. We're going to get him back, though. Don't worry about that."

You throw your hands in the air, frustrated. "We don't know that! We don't know that at all. This is so out of our range that it's almost crazy. I mean, you barely even started to believe us about the supernatural. You didn't trust us that werewolves existed, and now my brother has been possessed by a spirit that's thousands of years old. None of us have any proof that we're going to get him back."

Your father winces for a second, then his expression smooths over again. "I've heard what you said about all your other exploits with Scott. He never gave up on anything or anyone, and I know you won't either. None of us are giving up on Stiles, and even if it means that we have to play the long game to get him back, we will. Sure, I may not completely get why Scott McCall went from a kid with terrible asthma to a werewolf, but I know we won't leave my son behind."

His voice twists slightly as he says 'my son', and you're hit with the distinct memory that you're not the only one grieving someone you might have already lost. Yes, you lost your twin brother, but the sheriff lost his son. You can't snap on him completely. So, you close your laptop screen, forcing the image of you and Stiles away into the darkness, and stand up. "What do you say we get some dinner? It's late and I'm hungry." Sheriff Stilinski nods, accepting this best attempt at an apology, and heads back downstairs. You're left in the dark again, alone.

You can't help but think through the whole thing over again. Your dad's right- there's no way Scott or you or anyone else is remotely considering letting Stiles go. You've seen Scott before, and you've known him for almost as long as he's known your brother, so you know for a fact that he won't give up until your twin is back and as he should be.

Besides, you've got another tool in your kit that will help you rescue Stiles- namely, your magic. You are a witch, just like the women in your family before you. Well, just like most of them. Your mother, Claudia, should have inherited the power of the family coven, but the magic seemed to skip over a generation and it went to you instead. Your grandmother kept the power of the witches a secret until it manifested in you a few years ago. You've learned spells from her, and you're hoping that you'll be able to use at least one of them to save Stiles.