*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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echo hou
Temptation lingered in the cruiser where parting looks were shared between two people who'd wanted nothing more than to talk to each other, only neither were willing to take the first step. had been that way for the past two days, nothing more than passing each other in the house as though they were just acquaintances, two people happening to live under the same roof. There was only one difference between now and those past two days, now when they looked at each other, they knew they were parting glances, that in a few minutes they would arrive at the place that would separate them for the next three days. Before they'd even arrived, the goodbyes had begun. Silent ones, of course. There were things each wanted to say, it was the speaking portion that was coming hard to them. It felt like there wasn't enough time, words, maybe even breaths to say the things that came to mind. Frankly, they still hadn't fathomed how it was possible.
Sheriff Stilinski didn't know how he was supposed to react when he'd been called to the animal clinic late the other night for something urgent, as Deaton had told him. He'd walked in to see a kitsune coming back to consciousness as Scott tried to help her, his own son, lying unconscious on the floor, and a blonde girl he had expected to see here, gone. He hadn't known what to ask first, whether he should be more concerned over what had happened to his son, or whether he looked like that because of something to do with Noelle. Deaton answered the man's questions before he had even answered them, telling him that he'd injected Stiles with something to put down the thing inside of him, temporarily, as for the blonde girl, Camila had already picked her up, she had taken the girl home still unconscious. Not wanting to spend another moment in a Nogitsune's presence, not when he had knocked her daughter unconscious.
Nobody had heard from Noelle since that night, her calls going straight to voicemail, Cole set to return from Atlanta tomorrow, nobody quite sure what he'd been doing there in the first place, nobody but Argent. When he wasn't thinking about where the blonde girl was, whether she had disappeared yet again, he was thinking about all of the things that his son had done. To the likes of Coach Finstock, the people at the hospital, Isaac, and the innocent people at the station, and who knew who else Stiles had hurt.
He believed that night was the turning point for his son. After seeing that he'd hurt Noelle he had known it had gone too far. A girl he had been desperate to protect for longer than either of them could remember. It hurt knowing what he had done to anyone, but when it came to Nellie, Stiles drew the line. He knew something needed to be done now. He only wished that he could see her, apologize for what he had done, and maybe, for a shoulder to cry on, because he needed that in this strange time of his life, Noelle had always provided him with that.
Tonight was cold, dark, and raining, just like it had been that night. Frankly, the weather seemed fitting for all of the things happening in their lives right now. Noah still couldn't believe what the two of them were doing, it didn't feel real, and most of all, it felt wrong. Dangerous. He shouldn't have to take this precaution, Stiles shouldn't have to live through what he was living through. He deserved more than that, he deserved a normal life, they were good people. They had both been through enough in their lives, they didn't need another obstacle to jump over, they just wanted a normal life in time. Whatever qualified as that in such a town.
