Same Old Song and Dance(Sterek)

Kitten

Stiles chewed his bottom lip practically raw as he debated sending the text he'd typed up.

"Hey Chris, do you have some time to talk? This assignment is really getting me twisted."

Stiles hated doing this. Hated the position he was in, but he needed answers. He quickly pressed send before he could talk himself out of it.

Guilt washed over him as a response almost instantly came through.

"Of course. I'm finishing dinner with dad and Kate. Can I swing by after?"

"Feel free to bring them with, I could use their expertise."

This was going to be easier than he thought. Getting Chris out of the house would be easy, Gerard and Kate he'd been unsure of, but this, this would work.

"We'll be there in about thirty minutes."

Stiles shoved his phone into his pocket and tried to push the guilt down with it. This was necessary. If he was wrong, then no harm done.

But what if he wasn't? What if he didn't like what he found?

Stiles shook the thoughts from his head. He couldn't think on that right now. He had to hurry. He was on a tight schedule. Scanning his surroundings for anyone who he might recognize, he felt satisfied when he didn't see anyone. He slid into the backseat of a parked car.

"Stiles Stilinski?"

Stiles nodded.

"Where to?"

Stiles clenched his hands to keep them from shaking as he spouted the address to Chris' house. The house he'd been raised in after his father's death. The house that had been his home.

If Chris arrived at his apartment in thirty minutes, then that gave him fifteen minutes to get there, and fifteen inside before Chris found he wasn't there. Stiles had a plan and his plans rarely went wrong.

Stiles paid the driver before sliding from the back seat and hurrying up the driveway.

"Fifteen minutes," He said checking his phone. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door with a soft click.

He waited, listening for any sound that might suggest someone was home, despite the empty driveway. Nothing.

Stiles hurried then to Gerard's office. This room had always been off limits as a child. He and Allison had been reprimanded many times for using the space during their games of hide and seek.

Even now just being in the room sent an uneasy chill through Stiles' spine.

The room was in pristine shape. A large wooden desk in the middle sat barely covered. There was a pen holder, a calendar with the lunar cycle and a planner. No framed pictures, or sentiments of any kind could be found. The walls behind the desk were lined with shelves, full of books on every kind of werewolf lore and other types of bestiaries.

Stiles had remembered one time during hide and seek, accidentally opening one of the walls, which opened to a small room full of boxes.

Stiles knelt down and felt under the pristine desk for the latch he'd accidentally pressed while hiding as a child.

A heavy thunk sounded behind him and sure enough, the wall gave away just as it had so many years before. Stiles pushed it open to see the room was just as he remembered. Old, dusty and smelled of stale paper and ink.

Stacked on top of each other were boxes upon boxes upon boxes.

Instantly he started to scan them for something that might be helpful.