Unexpected

FORTY-FOUR

Chapter Forty-Four
De-Void

Peter walked around the couch to look at my brother, "he doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf." He bent in front of the nogitsune, getting a good look at Stiles and his paled face. Black ducktape sealed his lips, keeping him from shouting or, most likely, talking back. "This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle."

"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked with his chin resting on his fist, his other arm resting across his stomach and propping up his elbow. Peter looked back to Stiles, "we're going to get into his head." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms so they rested on my bump, god I was getting huge... "yeah, because what my brother needs is more people in his head."

Peter let out a breath before turning his gaze on me, "well, do you have a better idea?" I pursed my lips, dropping my arms to my sides. Of course I didn't have a better idea, I've never dealt with anything like this before. Peter smirked, "that's what I thought. Now, let's get started, shall we?" The plan was simple enough, I suppose. Scott is going to use one of his alpha abilities to put him and Lydia into Stiles' head and try to save him.

I'm not sure if I fully support or believe in this whole... plan, but doing something is better than sitting here waiting for my brother to either come back or for the nogitsune to fully take over. Scott pulled me aside for a moment before entering Stiles' head.

I bit on my lip, my eyes moving from my brother's cold eyes to Scott's. He sent me a reassuring smile, "I'll bring him back, whatever I have to do." I let out a breath, looking down. "Just... don't lose yourself in the process of finding my brother, okay?"

The words hurt me to say, like sandpaper rubbing against my throat, they felt thick and wrong. On one hand I wanted to get Stiles back, no matter what-- even if it meant doing something incredibly extreme. But, on the other hand, I didn't want to lose Scott and my brother in the process. Which was a very new feeling for me.

For my whole life it had always been me and Stiles, Forever and Always. No one ever came between us, not even when him and Scott became friends when we were little. Sure Stiles and Scott were together as often as possible but, it was Stiles and I who were attached at the hip. Two peas in a pod. Practically fused together, that's what our mom used to say. 

So, it was strange for me to say that I didn't want Scott to do anything to get my brother back. Yes, I wanted him to try his hardest to bring Stiles back. But, I didn't want him to die doing so. Does that make me a bad person? To tell my boyfriend that I didn't want him to sacrifice himself for my brother? Does that make me a bad sister? 

Scott's thumb gently wiped away a tear that had slipped from my eye without my consent, "we'll all be okay, Victoria. I promise." I nodded, swallowing hard as my gaze fell to the floor. Soft lips pressed into my forehead, sending warmth through my body and I felt myself smile slightly. 

His lips moved to my ear, hot breath fanning over the skin, "I love you," Scott whispered. I nodded, "I love you too." 

It took fifteen minutes for them to finally wake up again. It was agonizing and only reminded me of when Stiles, Scott, and Allison died. I chewed at my nails as I looked over the trio, my nerves getting the better of me as I fell into a memory I wished only to forget. 

"Scott?" Scott cleared his throat, holding up a watch in his hand. "My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked." I leaned my head on Scott's warm arm, comfortingly.