Trust
Stiles breaks down and someone is there to help him.
Teen Wolf is the property of Jeff Davis and MTV.
"He told me you need to choice who to trust, that family trust always comes first." Allison leaned into her boyfriend seeking his warmth. "But I trust you, Scott."
"No" Allison jerked from his grasp, standing up to face him. "You can't trust me, not yet. And that's fine, I mean, I don't trust myself."
"Then who do you trust."
"Stiles." Scott stood by Allison wrapping an arm around the girl. "I always trust Stiles. You can too." Allison gave Scott a hurt look. "Look," He growled in frustration thinking of ways to word that trust. "Stiles isn't divided. He doesn't have things pulling him two ways. Like you got your friends and me versus your family, I got my werewolf instincts versus being human. Even Derek has problems of whom to trust because he's being pulled in different directions." Scott started pacing, his hands twitching. "Lydia trying to be normal while freaking out over the possibility she's a shapeshifter, but..but Stiles isn't confused." He paused before of his girlfriend grasping her shoulders. "He knows where he is going to stand through all this. He is someone we all can trust, because he is going to do what's right; he's going to try his hardest to protect us."
"Why can't I trust you?" She responded.
"Why can't you trust your family?"
"They have lied to me."
"So have I." Allison slumped her shoulders leaning back into Scott. "You need to trust someone you can trust, most likely someone who hasn't lied to you. Maybe one day, I'll get to be that someone, but not now I can't." Scott lowered them onto the ground sitting close together. "You need someone you can tell everything too. Like I tell Stiles everything or he figures it out." Scott laughed softly, "he tends to do that allot."
"Can I have Stiles?" Allison asked with a grin.
"We can share Stiles."
***
Allison parked her car in the empty driveway where the jeep usually would be. She wondered when Stiles would get the car back from the police. Biting her lip, Allison debated going up to the house; thinking about talking to Stiles is one thing, but talking to him about everything's that has been going on was a whole another galaxy. A door slamming close drew her attention to Stiles who was carrying a basket moving along the porch toward the back of the house. Allison hopped out of her car and followed her fellow teen. The small backyard was a small oasis, lush plants closed in the space with the woods behind the tall fence partly closed off the sky and shaded the yard. Heady scents enveloped her, sending a sense of calm through the hunter's daughter; Allison watched her boyfriend's best friend kneeling next to a garden bed. He pulled certain plants out of the dark soil, the movements practiced and rhythmic with the swaying trees above them.
"You can help" Stiles spoke up, never breaking his rhythm, "I wouldn't mind some help."
"I don't know what to do." Allison blushed. Stiles looked up at her, exhaustion still covering his face from last night.
"I'll show you, it's easy to learn." He pulled out another pair of gloves and tossed them to her. "Come on." Allison shrug off her jacket and toed off her heels. The gloves were a little large, but they were cool and comfortable. Kneeling next to the other teen, she watched and listen as Stiles explained which plants were to be pulled up and how best to pull them up. They worked together, moving through each of the garden beds, clearing weeds from flowers and vegetables. The backyard was peaceful. Stiles pulled out trimmers, leaving Allison to finish up the weeding as he began pruning some of the plants. "Allison can you feel those vases on the porch with water." He ordered softly as he cut flowers and laid them on the green grass. The teen was extremely careful to step around the flowers as he continued cutting.
"Do you want me to put the flowers in them?"
"Will you, long stems in the tall vases, short stems in the round fat ones." He continued laying out the flowers, leaving healthy looking brushes. The dead and deflowered twigs were dumped in a wheelbarrow resting in the middle of the garden. The usually hyper teen remained quiet and calm, his moves methodical and regulated to expand the less amount of energy.
Allison bit her lip, worried for the other teen as she continued filling in the vases with different flowers. Soon enough the two teens were done with their individual tasks.
"So what now?" she asked Stiles who was facing the woods, shoulders still tensed.
"Well, the trimmings in the barrel need tossed into the compost, vases moved inside, and then we're done." Stiles shrug not looking at his companion.
"Stiles?" Allison asked; his voice had sounded strained. "Are you okay?" The teen rubbed a hand over his face refusing to face the girl.
"I'm fine, Allison. I just need to finish all this."; He swiped his arm out, encompassing the whole yard in one gesture.
"You don't sound fine." Allison stepped toward the boy. "You really don't sound okay." She continued her slow walk to Stiles trying to ignore the unease in her stomach. This whole situation was strange and unnerving, she had never seen Stiles act like this even after Peter's death.
"I'm fine." He stressed. Still the teen would not look at her and his body was shaking in small burst. Allison gathered her resolve and stepped around him to face him head on. He bowed his head quickly to hide the red nose and tear streaks. "I'm fine." He whispered.
"Stiles," Allison worried, "it's okay not to be fine. I mean..." she drew silent not sure how to comfortable the other teen.
"No it's not. We don't have time to be not fine." Stiles groaned. "Derek and the Hunters are on the warpath; and that thing, that Kanima is just killing people." He jerked back from the girl, eyes red from earlier. "I got to see someone squashed to death just a few days, nearly got killed again because Derek needed to know what arranged the guy's death." Stiles began walking in circles, his arms stiff by his side as his voice stayed low and bland. "Of course he nearly dies, because the idiot decided to turn his back on the creature in some stupidity to protect me or whatever screwed up reasoning he's going to come up with because good people don't exist in Derek Hale's precious world." Stiles did not kick the ground instead he looked up to the sky giving it a nasty look. He turned on Allison tears running down his face. "Despite all this I got to go to school Monday and act all normal."
"Its okay," she tried. Stiles turned his back on her, the motion jerky. "Ok, it is not okay; but it will be. Like we got through everything with the last Alpha." Stiles gave her a human snarl; his facing twisting in a way that resembled their werewolf classmates.
"What part? I still have nightmares about him." Stiles shoved at the wheelbarrow with his foot knocking it onto its side. "I haven't gotten through anything about the last Alpha." He turned back to the girl getting right into her face. "Of course you would think so, none of you wonder how the hell Jackson and I knew you were there. How we knew to bring the cocktails. Did you just think I'm psychic." Allison stepped back when Stiles launched himself toward her; she watched him fall to his knees, arms cradling himself as his sobs were ripped out of his mouth sounding violent and broken. "I haven't gotten over anything." He hissed through his sobs.
“Stiles” Allison dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled on the teen’s shoulder moving Stiles to lay on his side, pressed close to the girl. Allison rubbed one of her hands along his spine, trying to mimic the cuddles her Aunt use to give her. “It helps to talk about it. You can trust me.” She whispered softly, wondering if that was the truth, if Stiles could trust her with something like this. Allison had come to Stiles for help expecting him to reassure her everything would be okay; she had not consider that Stiles could be the one in pain. She was angry with herself, how could she miss that one of her friends was in pain.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He mumbled into her shoulder. Allison bit her lip and observe the trees swaying above them.
“What happened with Peter?” her voice was soft and quiet, only a werewolf and Stiles could hear her. A broken laugh was released into her shoulder. Stiles curled onto his side, moving his body closer to Allison. Allison stayed on her back, keeping her hand on resting on his spine.
“He attacked Lydia, at the formal. I don’t know why.” Stiles words were muffled. “He needed me to find Derek for him. He had me drive him to the parking garage.” He tilted his head slightly so his forehead rested against Allison’s neck. “The nurse who had been helping him was dead in the trunk of this car. He was so calm about it. She helped him, arranged everything and he just tossed her into the trunk.” He shivered. Allison rubbed his back some more, trying to send peace into him.
“How did you find out where Derek was?”
“Scott’s phone, Derek took it before your... before he was captured.” Allison tried to ignore the unease that rolled through her; her aunt was why everything had happened. She knew that. “I’m sorry,” Stiles admitted, “I know you loved your aunt.”
“Yeah I did,” Allison gasped, suppressing her own tears. “But my aunt was different from the Hunter you met.” Stiles slid his arm over Allison’s waist, hugging the girl against him. For a moment she was tempted to stop talking about everything and take the comfort being offered to her, but that would not be fair to Stiles. “Why did he leave you alive? Once you told him how to find Derek.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Don’t lie,” Allison pressed, “what did he do?”
“He made me an offer. I refused.” Stiles kept his words clipped.
“Why did he let you go?” Allison felt confused. It did not sound like Peter Hale to just give up after a refusal.
“He died.” Stiles sighed, “I think he would have come back for me, if Derek hadn’t killed him.”
“Oh,”
“The nightmares have gotten easier with Derek being a douche. I’m more worried about him than the ghost of his uncle.”
“That doesn’t stop the nightmares.” Allison stated. “I still get nightmares about him too. What would have happened if Scott didn’t follow me into the house?” She hugged Stiles. “If you and Jackson hadn’t shown up.”
“You would have kicked his ass.” She laughed softly and hugged the teen. Stiles let the garden fall silent, contemplating his own thoughts. “This is my mother’s garden. When my parents bought the house, she started putting the garden together so they would have a haven to retreat to.” Stiles curled his arm over Allison’s stomach, his head still tucked into her shoulder. “Every element in the yard is her doing. Like the fence and gate facing the woods, a college friend of hers created them. She planted the climbing roses along the fence to close in the yard.”
“Like in Beauty and the Beast.” Allison could feel Stiles’ smile.
“Dad helped her build the fake creek and pond.” Stiles voice broke. Allison squeezed the teen, keeping him pressed to her side. “She use to bring me back here to help her clean up the weeds and plant the annuals.”
“Does it help?” Allison asked, “being back here.”
“Yeah, it does. Usually when things get to be too much; I come back here and tend to the garden. Like today.”
“You don’t have to do it alone.” Allison turned her head, her lips brushing Stiles’ shorn hair. “I can always come over and help. Everything’s better when friends are involved.”
“Yeah?” Stiles asked. “I’ll like that.” The two teens stayed in place, letting the warm day and sweet scents lured them to sleep. Once the two had drifted into a deep sleep, Scott eased himself over the fence. The werewolf took a position by the gate, keeping his best friend and mate safe in their haven.
End
I choose not to have them continued their conversation past Peter. Allison and Stiles need time to build on this new relationship before they talk about everything.
Teen Wolf is the property of Jeff Davis and MTV.
"He told me you need to choice who to trust, that family trust always comes first." Allison leaned into her boyfriend seeking his warmth. "But I trust you, Scott."
"No" Allison jerked from his grasp, standing up to face him. "You can't trust me, not yet. And that's fine, I mean, I don't trust myself."
"Then who do you trust."
"Stiles." Scott stood by Allison wrapping an arm around the girl. "I always trust Stiles. You can too." Allison gave Scott a hurt look. "Look," He growled in frustration thinking of ways to word that trust. "Stiles isn't divided. He doesn't have things pulling him two ways. Like you got your friends and me versus your family, I got my werewolf instincts versus being human. Even Derek has problems of whom to trust because he's being pulled in different directions." Scott started pacing, his hands twitching. "Lydia trying to be normal while freaking out over the possibility she's a shapeshifter, but..but Stiles isn't confused." He paused before of his girlfriend grasping her shoulders. "He knows where he is going to stand through all this. He is someone we all can trust, because he is going to do what's right; he's going to try his hardest to protect us."
"Why can't I trust you?" She responded.
"Why can't you trust your family?"
"They have lied to me."
"So have I." Allison slumped her shoulders leaning back into Scott. "You need to trust someone you can trust, most likely someone who hasn't lied to you. Maybe one day, I'll get to be that someone, but not now I can't." Scott lowered them onto the ground sitting close together. "You need someone you can tell everything too. Like I tell Stiles everything or he figures it out." Scott laughed softly, "he tends to do that allot."
"Can I have Stiles?" Allison asked with a grin.
"We can share Stiles."
***
Allison parked her car in the empty driveway where the jeep usually would be. She wondered when Stiles would get the car back from the police. Biting her lip, Allison debated going up to the house; thinking about talking to Stiles is one thing, but talking to him about everything's that has been going on was a whole another galaxy. A door slamming close drew her attention to Stiles who was carrying a basket moving along the porch toward the back of the house. Allison hopped out of her car and followed her fellow teen. The small backyard was a small oasis, lush plants closed in the space with the woods behind the tall fence partly closed off the sky and shaded the yard. Heady scents enveloped her, sending a sense of calm through the hunter's daughter; Allison watched her boyfriend's best friend kneeling next to a garden bed. He pulled certain plants out of the dark soil, the movements practiced and rhythmic with the swaying trees above them.
"You can help" Stiles spoke up, never breaking his rhythm, "I wouldn't mind some help."
"I don't know what to do." Allison blushed. Stiles looked up at her, exhaustion still covering his face from last night.
"I'll show you, it's easy to learn." He pulled out another pair of gloves and tossed them to her. "Come on." Allison shrug off her jacket and toed off her heels. The gloves were a little large, but they were cool and comfortable. Kneeling next to the other teen, she watched and listen as Stiles explained which plants were to be pulled up and how best to pull them up. They worked together, moving through each of the garden beds, clearing weeds from flowers and vegetables. The backyard was peaceful. Stiles pulled out trimmers, leaving Allison to finish up the weeding as he began pruning some of the plants. "Allison can you feel those vases on the porch with water." He ordered softly as he cut flowers and laid them on the green grass. The teen was extremely careful to step around the flowers as he continued cutting.
"Do you want me to put the flowers in them?"
"Will you, long stems in the tall vases, short stems in the round fat ones." He continued laying out the flowers, leaving healthy looking brushes. The dead and deflowered twigs were dumped in a wheelbarrow resting in the middle of the garden. The usually hyper teen remained quiet and calm, his moves methodical and regulated to expand the less amount of energy.
Allison bit her lip, worried for the other teen as she continued filling in the vases with different flowers. Soon enough the two teens were done with their individual tasks.
"So what now?" she asked Stiles who was facing the woods, shoulders still tensed.
"Well, the trimmings in the barrel need tossed into the compost, vases moved inside, and then we're done." Stiles shrug not looking at his companion.
"Stiles?" Allison asked; his voice had sounded strained. "Are you okay?" The teen rubbed a hand over his face refusing to face the girl.
"I'm fine, Allison. I just need to finish all this."; He swiped his arm out, encompassing the whole yard in one gesture.
"You don't sound fine." Allison stepped toward the boy. "You really don't sound okay." She continued her slow walk to Stiles trying to ignore the unease in her stomach. This whole situation was strange and unnerving, she had never seen Stiles act like this even after Peter's death.
"I'm fine." He stressed. Still the teen would not look at her and his body was shaking in small burst. Allison gathered her resolve and stepped around him to face him head on. He bowed his head quickly to hide the red nose and tear streaks. "I'm fine." He whispered.
"Stiles," Allison worried, "it's okay not to be fine. I mean..." she drew silent not sure how to comfortable the other teen.
"No it's not. We don't have time to be not fine." Stiles groaned. "Derek and the Hunters are on the warpath; and that thing, that Kanima is just killing people." He jerked back from the girl, eyes red from earlier. "I got to see someone squashed to death just a few days, nearly got killed again because Derek needed to know what arranged the guy's death." Stiles began walking in circles, his arms stiff by his side as his voice stayed low and bland. "Of course he nearly dies, because the idiot decided to turn his back on the creature in some stupidity to protect me or whatever screwed up reasoning he's going to come up with because good people don't exist in Derek Hale's precious world." Stiles did not kick the ground instead he looked up to the sky giving it a nasty look. He turned on Allison tears running down his face. "Despite all this I got to go to school Monday and act all normal."
"Its okay," she tried. Stiles turned his back on her, the motion jerky. "Ok, it is not okay; but it will be. Like we got through everything with the last Alpha." Stiles gave her a human snarl; his facing twisting in a way that resembled their werewolf classmates.
"What part? I still have nightmares about him." Stiles shoved at the wheelbarrow with his foot knocking it onto its side. "I haven't gotten through anything about the last Alpha." He turned back to the girl getting right into her face. "Of course you would think so, none of you wonder how the hell Jackson and I knew you were there. How we knew to bring the cocktails. Did you just think I'm psychic." Allison stepped back when Stiles launched himself toward her; she watched him fall to his knees, arms cradling himself as his sobs were ripped out of his mouth sounding violent and broken. "I haven't gotten over anything." He hissed through his sobs.
“Stiles” Allison dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled on the teen’s shoulder moving Stiles to lay on his side, pressed close to the girl. Allison rubbed one of her hands along his spine, trying to mimic the cuddles her Aunt use to give her. “It helps to talk about it. You can trust me.” She whispered softly, wondering if that was the truth, if Stiles could trust her with something like this. Allison had come to Stiles for help expecting him to reassure her everything would be okay; she had not consider that Stiles could be the one in pain. She was angry with herself, how could she miss that one of her friends was in pain.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He mumbled into her shoulder. Allison bit her lip and observe the trees swaying above them.
“What happened with Peter?” her voice was soft and quiet, only a werewolf and Stiles could hear her. A broken laugh was released into her shoulder. Stiles curled onto his side, moving his body closer to Allison. Allison stayed on her back, keeping her hand on resting on his spine.
“He attacked Lydia, at the formal. I don’t know why.” Stiles words were muffled. “He needed me to find Derek for him. He had me drive him to the parking garage.” He tilted his head slightly so his forehead rested against Allison’s neck. “The nurse who had been helping him was dead in the trunk of this car. He was so calm about it. She helped him, arranged everything and he just tossed her into the trunk.” He shivered. Allison rubbed his back some more, trying to send peace into him.
“How did you find out where Derek was?”
“Scott’s phone, Derek took it before your... before he was captured.” Allison tried to ignore the unease that rolled through her; her aunt was why everything had happened. She knew that. “I’m sorry,” Stiles admitted, “I know you loved your aunt.”
“Yeah I did,” Allison gasped, suppressing her own tears. “But my aunt was different from the Hunter you met.” Stiles slid his arm over Allison’s waist, hugging the girl against him. For a moment she was tempted to stop talking about everything and take the comfort being offered to her, but that would not be fair to Stiles. “Why did he leave you alive? Once you told him how to find Derek.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Don’t lie,” Allison pressed, “what did he do?”
“He made me an offer. I refused.” Stiles kept his words clipped.
“Why did he let you go?” Allison felt confused. It did not sound like Peter Hale to just give up after a refusal.
“He died.” Stiles sighed, “I think he would have come back for me, if Derek hadn’t killed him.”
“Oh,”
“The nightmares have gotten easier with Derek being a douche. I’m more worried about him than the ghost of his uncle.”
“That doesn’t stop the nightmares.” Allison stated. “I still get nightmares about him too. What would have happened if Scott didn’t follow me into the house?” She hugged Stiles. “If you and Jackson hadn’t shown up.”
“You would have kicked his ass.” She laughed softly and hugged the teen. Stiles let the garden fall silent, contemplating his own thoughts. “This is my mother’s garden. When my parents bought the house, she started putting the garden together so they would have a haven to retreat to.” Stiles curled his arm over Allison’s stomach, his head still tucked into her shoulder. “Every element in the yard is her doing. Like the fence and gate facing the woods, a college friend of hers created them. She planted the climbing roses along the fence to close in the yard.”
“Like in Beauty and the Beast.” Allison could feel Stiles’ smile.
“Dad helped her build the fake creek and pond.” Stiles voice broke. Allison squeezed the teen, keeping him pressed to her side. “She use to bring me back here to help her clean up the weeds and plant the annuals.”
“Does it help?” Allison asked, “being back here.”
“Yeah, it does. Usually when things get to be too much; I come back here and tend to the garden. Like today.”
“You don’t have to do it alone.” Allison turned her head, her lips brushing Stiles’ shorn hair. “I can always come over and help. Everything’s better when friends are involved.”
“Yeah?” Stiles asked. “I’ll like that.” The two teens stayed in place, letting the warm day and sweet scents lured them to sleep. Once the two had drifted into a deep sleep, Scott eased himself over the fence. The werewolf took a position by the gate, keeping his best friend and mate safe in their haven.
End
I choose not to have them continued their conversation past Peter. Allison and Stiles need time to build on this new relationship before they talk about everything.