She's Mine

Prologue

     My eyes fluttered open tiredly as I reached up to rub at them. I heard a hitched breath to my left and looked to see a concerned Noah Stilinski with a teary-eyed, restless Stiles directly beside him.
     "Thank God you're awake," Stiles let out shakily. His voice was rough and hoarse, probably from crying, lack of sleep, and dehydration. "I-I was so worried that-"     
     "I'm okay, Mischief." I reached over to weakly take his hand, giving him a tired smile as he links his fingers through mine. He leans down, his next exhale leaving his lips unsteadily as his forehead pressed to the back of my hand. I look to Noah in confusion, "Where's my dad? Did they put him in a different room? Is he okay?"
     "Y/N," He sighed slowly. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to say this. The driver's side of the car took the brunt of the hit, your dad-"
     "No," My eyes fill with tears as I shake my head. "No. No, he's okay. He's gonna be okay. Let me see him, I need to talk to him, I need to-"
     "Y/N, honey...He's gone."
     The sob I let out was so violent and wracking that it almost felt as though it came from somewhere else. My whole body shook and trembled as I cried harder than I ever have before. Stiles managed to squeeze beside me in the minuscule hospital bed, wrapping his arms around me as best as he could without disturbing the IV as he cradled me against his body. I screamed and sobbed into his chest, gripping tightly at the faded All Time Low T-shirt he was wearing as it soaked through with tears and snot. He didn't seem to care, his fingers combing softly through my hair as he murmured gently in my ear. "I've got you, angel. I've got you."

     I dropped my bags on the floor of the guest bedroom in the Stilinski household with a small sigh. Crawling into the bed, I buried my face in the pillow I'd brought from home and let tears fill my eyes for the millionth time since the accident. A small knock was left against the door and my eyes met with the golden-brown ones belonging to Stiles Stilinski. "Hey there, angel," He said with a sad smile. "Want some help unpacking?"
     "C-Can you just- just sit with me for now?" I ask quietly, hiccuping in the middle of my sentence.
     Without a word he sat beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms and rocking me softly. I started to cry again, quietly this time, my head nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Mischief."
     "You never have to thank me, Y/N. You've still got me."
     I pull back slightly, resting my head against his chest and looking up at him. "I've always got you."
     He smiled slightly, rubbing my back. "How about we watch a movie in our pjs instead of unpacking? Like it's just a normal Saturday night?"
     I nod slightly and he went to his room to change as I put on some pajamas of my own.

A Year And Six Months Later

    
     I was laying in bed and reading 'To Kill A Mockingbird' when Stiles spasmodically burst through my door, practically ripping it off it's hinges. "Body in the woods!" He panted out quickly.
     "Stiles, Scott's supposed to be the asthmatic one. Calm down, breathe, try again." I cocked an eyebrow and tossed my book to the side as I looked at him.
     "They found a body in the woods! Some girl-"
     "If they've already found the body, why are we going out there?" I ask in confusion.
     "That's the best part!" He grins excitedly, "They only found half!"
     "You really get some sick kicks, don't you?" His grin doesn't falter and I groan, throwing my head back against the pillows. "Fine! I'll help you look for the other half of the body!"
     "Yes! Now we just have to go get Scott-"
     "Let me change first," I huff. "I'm already in my pjs." I got up and went to my closet as Stiles dashed out of the room, probably to call Scott multiple times.
     Once I was dressed, Stiles told me that Scott hadn't been answering his calls. "I don't blame him," I shrug. "You guys have your first lacrosse practice and our first day of school tomorrow and you're annoying."
     He pouted at me and I chuckled, nudging his shoulder. "You know I'm just playing, Sti. Let's just head over there and see what he's up to. Whether he comes or not, you've still got me."
     He gives me one of those crooked grins of his that always make me go weak in the knees, "I've always got you."
     "Yes you do," I smile. "Now let's go. We don't have all night."
     He nodded, quickly going to the front door as I followed closely behind him. We both slid into the Jeep, Stiles taking three tries at the ignition for the engine to start.
     "You should really take her to a mechanic, Sti," I point out.
     "Do you know the looks I would get from professionals? This thing is probably half duct tape by now."
     "Maybe if you'd actually take it to get it fixed when the damages first happened-"
     "I don't have the money, N/N. You know that," He sighs.
     I give him a sympathetic smile and gently take his hand over the console and police scanner. "It's gonna be alright, Mischief. We'll figure this out, I know it."
     "God, I hope so," He breathes out shakily.
     "Come on, cheer up. Body in the woods, remember? It's gonna be an adventure, we don't have to worry about anything else right now."
     He nods quickly, narrowing his eyes on the road. "You're right. Let's just go get Scott and head to the woods."
     "That's the spirit," I chuckle. "If Scott even agrees to it, that is."
     "Scott always agrees."
     I snort, "With what you say? No he doesn't. But you might be able to talk him into this."
     "I'll definitely be able to talk him into this."