Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

""Hey!" I elbow my way in between the crowd as I hold back my strength just enough to hurt them but not break any bones, "What the hell are you idiots doing?"

On the floor poor Erika is having an epilepsy fit, yet these guys show no signs of concern, "Jesus, someone get a teacher and call for an ambulance…"

"Do it yourself." One of the kids say, as he's holding his phone so he can catch Erika's breakdown on it and probably post it online later.

"Fine," I huff down to her enchanting a the calming spell as Erika's begins sob on the floor, I can smell her fear, she momentarily lost control of her bladder and I can tell these kids will

never let her forget that if I let things remain the same.

"Erika," I grab her hand, "Breath" I command with my white iris in a full state of command, I've never had to deal with epilepsy before so I might not be handling this in the most

comforting of manners.

Sure I've dealt with bullet wounds and blood before but this is something new and I'm not about to f*ck it up.

Turning to the crew, I use my compulsion on them.

To the teenager with the phone I demand, "Hand me your phone"

He proceeds to do so with no control as I drop it onto the ground before stepping on the screen snapping the device into hundreds of tiny fragrements.

"Oh it broke. Now the group of you get lost and by that I mean, so home. And feel as If you have been stabbed by a thousand knives. You wont be able to call out for help but when you

wake up tomorrow you will not remember any of what happened today and anytime you try and revel in someone else's misfortune you'll feel pain."

At my order the crew disperses as I hold onto Erika's ever tightening hand until the school nurse comes running into the room. The ambulance has been called and will be here soon.

She checks over Erika and doesn't allow me to leave until the ambulance arrives. As they wheel her out, Erika's head turns just enough so that I can see her staring at me. I'll have to

make time to go see her in the hospital later and make sure she is okay

Damn it.

I feel like an utter failure, I'm handling Peter and the whole murderous werewolf vs arsonist Hunters better than this.

Scrubbing my hand over my face I ignore the kids whispering around me until the sound of nails scraping wood gets my attention.

Next to the ruined desk, running her perfectly manicured nails over the ruined desk, frowining is none other than Lydia Martin. It's obvious she can she the damage done. I could just

compel her to ignore it, but I made a vow when we got married, I don't plan on breaking it even though technically it hasn't been made.

When she turns around to talk, "Jack, look at this" I improvise and throw a spell to repair the damage, her banshee immunity screws it up a bit but I fix it enough that there's only a slight

crack along the seam, "The desk Jackson" She urges

"Babe?" Jackson being his normal d.i.c.k self dismisses her, "It's a desk Lydia, and its cracked, this place seriously needs to invest in some new ones"

"What?" is said under her breath as she looks around the room catching me staring at her, giving her a trademarked Stilinski goofy grin. She stiffens at the sight as her eyes brows

crinkle cutely. She has that 'something is not adding up' look about her that I always found extremely...s.e.xy

God! I just want to grab her and spend the rest of the day in a bedroom with no clothes on as we do the devil's tango. Multiple times. Over and over.

Hold up!…

Stilinski, this is 16 year old Lydia not the 24 year old you married and spent a decade with…..

I'm not going to be arrested right?

Technically my body is 16 but my mind is 216, is there a law that can prosecute me?

Now I know how those immoral vampires felt. How they could date High school girls when they are literally dead, I still can't reconcile.

But I get the appeal….. I really do….. especially when they look like ….

Lydia Martin!!!