[She smiles more, but she's crying just slightly more this time. She can't help it...the wisecracks and that little smile...
She's been holding in a lot since she arrived on the Barge. She's been terrified for him, for her friends, wrestling over her choices with Scott and doubting Derek's loyalty and watching this beautiful little family she's built for herself suffer in slow, painful ways that make her sick to think about. Nothing in her life has ever lasted, every friend and every love had to live in the boxes she never unpacked because she knew she'd never be staying long enough to take it out and make it permanent.
Scott. Stiles. Lydia. Isaac. Deaton, Mrs. McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Derek and Coach Finstock and Kira and even Peter in his own sick, depraved way...they're all permanent. Forever. Enemies, friends, elders...pack.
The Nogitsune had taken Stiles from them...and knowing him, she was pretty sure it had just tried to do it again, even if it was only a delusion.]
Not on my watch. [She's still smiling, but her voice is thicker with tears as she leans over and hugs him...as best she can hug him while he's lying down, more draping an arm across his chest and resting her forehead against his shoulder for a second.] I've got my eye on you, you maniac.
[day two - infirmary spam]
She's been holding in a lot since she arrived on the Barge. She's been terrified for him, for her friends, wrestling over her choices with Scott and doubting Derek's loyalty and watching this beautiful little family she's built for herself suffer in slow, painful ways that make her sick to think about. Nothing in her life has ever lasted, every friend and every love had to live in the boxes she never unpacked because she knew she'd never be staying long enough to take it out and make it permanent.
Scott. Stiles. Lydia. Isaac. Deaton, Mrs. McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Derek and Coach Finstock and Kira and even Peter in his own sick, depraved way...they're all permanent. Forever. Enemies, friends, elders...pack.
The Nogitsune had taken Stiles from them...and knowing him, she was pretty sure it had just tried to do it again, even if it was only a delusion.]
Not on my watch. [She's still smiling, but her voice is thicker with tears as she leans over and hugs him...as best she can hug him while he's lying down, more draping an arm across his chest and resting her forehead against his shoulder for a second.] I've got my eye on you, you maniac.