Dilapidated 《Teen Wolf》

Seventy-Five

A/N: We're getting close guys xxx -Melissa

75.

*Stiles*

 "I think a good night's sleep is in order." I claimed, coming back into the house after taking a couple garbage bags to the bins.

"I second that." Scott agreed, meeting Isaac and I in the kitchen where Allison and Lydia were.

"I can't say I agree, seeing as all of you decided not to let me come." Lydia shot, sending a pointed look around.

"Because," Mathis came into the room. "it's too dangerous."

"It's not up for question, Lydia." Allison said, "We've all agreed on it."

Lydia tested the waters, "Even Addison?"

A laugh joined the room, Addi walking into the house. "Especially Addison."

She grumbled lightly, "I forgot you've got that hearing thing too."

Addison shrugged, coming next to Isaac. "It's new."

Her knuckled were bruised, but she actually looked the calmest I've seen her in a while.

"Well," I said, nodding to Addison, "ready?"

Addi nodded before looking to Isaac, "Do you need a ride back to Derek's?"

Isaac looked to me for a go ahead before saying yes. "Yeah, that'd be great."

"See you guys tomorrow, then." I said, backing out of my space next to Scott.

Although Addi hugged both Allison and Lydia, it was hard to miss that she held on to the strawberry blonde a little longer. Patting Scott shoulder as she went by, she shot him a wink.

She'd been routing for Scott and Allison since they met.

"You're chipper." Isaac said, furrowing his eyebrows at Addison as we headed for the jeep.

"It's strange, isn't it?" I said to Isaac, bumping Addi on the shoulder.

"Oh, shut up - the both of you." She said, rolling her eyes. "It was a good party."

"Are we still on that?" I asked, unlocking the jeep. "No supernatural talk?"

Addison climbed into the back, letting Isaac take shot gun. "I have a good feeling about tomorrow. I don't want to jinx it."

I grinned, revving the engine on. "The plan is going to work."

"You sound incredibly sure of yourself." Isaac looked over to me, a passing car reflecting his eyes. 

"I am." I replied, turning towards the street we needed for Derek's complex.

"Well, share with the class, big brother." Addison insisted, leaning in a little between Isaac and I. The corners of her mouth twitched up slightly, waiting for good news.

"Maybe I don't want to jinx it." I shrugged a little, pulling the jeep to a halt in the parking lot.

Addi shoved me, "Come on, ass hat. What is it?"

"Mathis told me that Lydia said he felt different. As in her banshee senses were tingling."

Isaac looked slightly taken aback. "That's one way to put it."

"He's going to die again, tomorrow." Addi said, an unfamiliar look crossing her face. What was going through her mind?

"Again?" I knew what she meant, but it sounded strange. "Do you know how old he is?"

"A hundred and nine."

Both Isaac and I stared at Addison strangely. 

She just happened to know that on the top of her head?

"We talked a little earlier." She said, as if she had to convince us. "He told me he was born in 1903."

"Damn, he's old." I remarked, curious of why I was never questioning how old he actually was.

Lydia was dating an ancient.

Isaac took a small breath, starting to open his door. "Is there a certain time we're getting together our dream team?"

"Take the morning off." Addi told him. "We won't make our move until late."

Nodding, he climbed out of the car. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."

I waved slightly to Isaac as Addi wiggled up and took his spot.

"Get some sleep." Addi advised, "You're going to need it."

Laughing just barely, he agreed and shut the door for her. Pocketing his hands into his jeans, he turned and headed for the complex.

"I am all for sleep." I agreed, shifting the jeep back into drive. Pulling the car back on to the street, Addi didn't reply. "Ads?"

"Hm?"  As she had her head rested back, she rolled it to the side to look at me.

"It's like, 1:20. Aren't you tired?" I glanced over to her questionably.

"I'd like to sleep, but then again, I don't want to." She sighed a little, almost exactly like Isaac. "I don't want to see it happen." She softly added, staring out the windshield.

"See what? Yourself sleep?" I furrowed my eyebrows. What was she talking about?

"No, Stiles." Addi looked to her chipped purple nail polish. "If I'm going to murder someone, I don't want to live it twice."

I eased a litle, "Your nightmares." I hesitated, "But Erica-"

"I didn't sleep much the night before." Addison cut me off. "It doesn't come if I don't sleep."

"Isn't that unhealthy? Not to sleep?" I asked, turning onto our street.

"Absolutely, but I barely sleep anyways. I can't seem to for very long."

"Says the girl who used to wake up after noon on weekends." When she didn't answer, I'd gotten the jeep into the driveway. "What are we talking here?"

"Two, three hours." Addi grabbed her bag from the back where she'd put it during the party. Getting out of the jeep, she converted the topic. "What do you want for breakfast? I'm making blueberry waffles for Dad."

I grinned, "Oh, God, you make the best blueberry waffles."

Addison laughed, pulling out the key to unlock the door. "Waffles it is, then."

Quietly going up the stairs with her, I grabbed my sister's arm. "Hey," I kissed the top of her head. "I love you."

She smiled lightly, hugging me. At her height, her chin barely got to my shoulders. "I love you more." Giving it a second, she let go. "Sleep well. You're going to regret it if you don't."

I nodded, "You might need it more than me. At least try."

"Okay." Addi replied, opening the door to her room as I got to mine. How she looked at me, I knew what she wanted to say but coudn't bring herself to.

Tomorrow was it.

But in even more technicality, it was today.

Today we would fight for the only thing that mattered.