[Chapter 6 Part 1]

Danny blinked at the sharp light as he slowly came to, and it immediately dimmed. He groaned and tried to shift up, take his weight off his shoulders, and suddenly he was being lifted and a pillow was being pushed underneath him.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly to focus, and the first thing his eyes locked on was Odin’s blue eyes ( Read more... )

[Chapter 5]

Scott flopped down into the seat next to Stiles at lunch. His face was pinched in an expression he hadn’t used for a while. The I’m-clearly-fretting-about-Allison face.

Stiles smiled at him “What’s up man?” he said cheerfully.

“Allison is missing.”

“Are you sure she hasn’t just stopped answering you?”

“Yes. I went to her house and it looks ( Read more... )

[Chapter 4]

Derek leapt from the roof of one warehouse to the next. Just as he jumped, his back split open with blinding pain and he could instantly feel his blood fighting back the invading ice, in contrast his arms and chest were fighting off the extreme burn inflicted by the Incubus.

By the time the twins had reached the roof earlier, their hands ( Read more... )

[Chapter 3]

Big surprise, Stiles was no more elegant trudging through a dense forest with a weird supernatural influence guiding him than he was without. Sighing he picked himself up, the knees of his jeans where already shredded and his palms and kneecaps where both bleeding and imbedded with dirt.

His head gradually throbbed more as he moved ( Read more... )

[Chapter 2]

Stiles woke in a cold sweat, his sheets were half lying on the floor and half tangled around his panting body and the room was somehow filled with a cold darkness.

“I could make them stop.” A seductive voice whispered from the darkness. “The terrors. I can make them go away”

Stiles sat up so quickly that his vision blurred and he had to ( Read more... )

[Chapter 1]

Scott sat quietly in his room. Clothes were strewn haphazardly over every available surface and his desk was a clutter of junk, a makeshift whole had been excavated in the middle to make room for Scott’s economics workbooks. Which for the first time in high school, he was studying diligently. His phone sat on his bedside table switched ( Read more... )

[Prologue]

Set one month after the end of season 2.

“Ok Stiles, let’s try and go back further. Picture yourself as a young boy, try and remember something you were doing with your mother”.

Stiles nods weakly from where he is lying on the reclined leather sofa. He had already made his snarky remarks about how clichéd it was for a psychologist of any ( Read more... )

Jun 21st, 2005

The dark trees swayed menacingly around the clearing, tall and foreboding, they groaned and creaked their displeasure. He did not belong, the stranger in their midst was too far detached from nature. The boy sat perched in the middle of the clearing, the soft grass swaying around him, almost obscuring him from view of the trees, not ( Read more... )

Stiles and Derek were going at each other again. Their screaming causing the pack to immediately abandon the couch in Derek’s slightly rebuilt living room, leaving behind several half boxes of pizza in their haste to flee imminent onslaught. This had been going on for months since Derek and Stiles had begun seeing each other, nobody would ever tell ( Read more... )