Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

"I am….. in love with LYDIA MARTIN" I proclaim as a pillow is thrown straight into my face.

"What's that got to do with anything Stilinski?" She asks with a mild tone of irritation, "Anyone with two eyes can see how you fawn over her"

Shrugging, I pick up the pillow and slowly place it back on her bed "You see I like her… but I didn't just like her I obsessed over her. She was, … is the girl I fell for in 3rd grade. When I came home from class, that day I remember asking my mom what it is to love someone. I knew it right then and I know it now. There will never be another girl like her. To me"

Erica brushes her blonde hair while raising an inquisitive eyebrow , "While that is sweet and all. Why are you tell me this?"

"If I wasn't interrupted. I might have gotten to it already. You see, I didn't really know how to love. I can be kind of obsessive. It wasn't all bad. But I was just so caught up in the vision in my head. I never really looked at what's around me…. And you know what I noticed? A shy kid whose afraid of others touch, a loner recluse and a girl who gets hurt for something beyond her control. I was so caught up in my own world, I didn't see what was going on around me… I could have done something. I should have done something… I'm sorry"

Erika inhales sharply "That's …. I mean, it's not like you could do anything." She went silent as she looks down, " I hate having seizures. And I hate that people take advantage of me when I have them"

Reaching across, I cup her face, as I rub her cheek gently with my right hand, "It won't happen again Okay? I won't let anyone do that to you again"

She lifts her face into view, staring at me dubiously " I don't understand…. You can't stop it. You can't stop it."

"I have my methods" I grin in response "Just trust me?"

Looking amused, "W-What happened to you Stilinski? Since when have you been… so confident. Where did the cute, funny, dorky guy go? Somehow I feel like I can believe you. It's like you changed overnight."

"Dad says … it's late puberty"

Slapping my hand off she laughs, "It suits you… While you are still the same. It's like you have this air of assurance and confidence about you… It's appealing. I'm not the only one who noticed. I heard the girls in class say the same"

"Oh really what did they say… if you can give me their names and references it would be highly apprecieated"

"Shut up" She says with a smile, " I liked you better before…. You went mainstream"

"What a h.i.p.ster you are Erika Reyes… So we're good, right? Friends?"

Erika hesitates before nodding, "Yeah we're good. We're …. Friends" She looks up as she flashes a tentative smile

Nodding, "Good. It will be kind of hard to protect you from assholes if you don't let me set with you at lunch you know"

"I'd like that" Erika murmurs as she smiles back at me "Beats sitting alone, anyway. And …. Can you invite Boyd to sit with us?" She suggests

"And, uh, this guy named Isaac Lahey. Do you know him?

Erika tilts her head, "Sort of. He.. Seems really quiet. Really gun shy, like a startled deer, every time someone does… well, anything." She shakes her head. "I don't talk to him, but he doesn't talk to anyone, either. Like… ever."

"That's going to change. He will be better for it. We will be better off for it."

Before I can babble on Mr Reyes enters the room and interrupts us just as the silence had begun to fil the room. It's time for the doctors to come around again.

Bouncing to my feet I squeeze Erika's hand, "I hope you feel better soon Erika, take care okay?

She nods and has that 'I've been Stilesed look. "See you round" I breeze out of her room and wave when I get to the door. Thanking her parents for letting me visit, I finally get ready for the second part of my night.

It's time to 'convince Myer to give himself up.

Striding confidently to the elevator past the pretty nurse at the reception, I near the elevator when a hand comes out of nowhere and suddenly grabs me by the ear getting my attention.

"Owwww … MOM!" I complain as I totally lose any semblance of the cool guy in front of the pretty blonde whose snickering at the desk. I look at the attractive woman in her late 30s with tanned white skin, warm brown eyes and long wavy-curly brown hair. Dressed in her pastel coloured hospital scrubs who is grabbing me tigthtly as she gives me an authoritative stare

"Stiles, What are you up to?" It's Scott's mom. Wow does she always assume I'm up to no good?

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