Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

F O U R

"I honestly thought you would be out hunting the two rouge wolves with the others." Stiles said as he stretched out on my bed.

"Nope." I grabbed a small vial. "Not today. I'm taking a break. Granted it's probably not the best time but hey, self care, right?"

"Yeah... mind me asking what your doing?" He asked.

"I'm making a potion for Nik." I answered, mixing together some ingredients. "He's been getting these... flare ups, I guess. Anyway, he can't sleep and it's driving everyone crazy."

Stiles came up behind me. "So your taking a break from werewolf problems to work on witchy problems. I can't tell if that good or not. Can't you take a break from working in general?" I let out an airy chuckle and stood up, turning to face him.

"I could....." I pecked his lips. "But that wouldn't be very productive, would it?"

"Well, it could increase your productivity tomorrow so everything turns out ten times better." He argued. I opened my mouth to say something back but was cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. He held onto my waist as our lips moved in sync. As we pulled away, he looked around the room in awe. I did the same. Every candle in the room was lit up, casting a strong glow in the otherwise dark room.

"Does that normally happen when you kiss someone?" He asked me.

"Nope. Although I've only ever had one kiss before you so...." He smiled. "Well, I'm taking it as a compliment." He went in for another kiss but I whipped around, turning back to my previous work. He groaned and I glanced back at him. He pouted at me. "Your so mean."

"Excuse me?"

"I take it back." He said quickly. "Your probably the nicest person I've ever met in the entire world."

"Yeah, I know your lying." I said. "But I'll take the compliment."

"Yeah, yeah." His phone rang, cutting him off. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. "It's Lydia." I hummed as he went to answer it.

"Hey, Lydia. What's-" he stopped himself as Lydia spoke rapidly through the phone. I didn't listen in but I could still hear the muffled voice. "Hey- just hold on. Where are you?" I turned around to face him as he paused again. "Ok. I'll be there in... ten minutes." He hung up the phone and looked at me. "Lydia found a dead body at the pool." He said.

"Well, let's go." We moved quickly, running down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Freya called.

"We're going to meet Lydia." I shouted and dragged Stiles out the door before she could question any further. I climbed in the passenger seat of his jeep while he moved to the drivers side.

About twelve minutes later, we pulled to a stop outside the pool and quickly got out. "Lydia?" I called. "Lydia? Lydia, are you okay?" We ran towards her figure.

"I'm okay." She nodded, her voice shaky. "That, over there... not okay."

"Yeah, alright. I'm gonna call my Dad." Stiles reached for his phone.

"I already called 911." Lydia informed us.

"You called the police before you called me?" Stiles asked, looking at her incredulously. "Oh, boy." I muttered under my breath.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia questioned.

"YES!"

"Okay." I stepped in. "Why don't you just call Scott and I'll talk to Lydia." I said. He let out a sigh but walked a few feet away to talk to Scott.