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I seriously regret going out into the woods with Scott that night. I mean, really. I should’ve learned not to do that the night Scott got bitten. Only this time, I am the one that got bitten.
“No, Stiles. I do not want to” Scott whined, sitting on his bed. “Come onnnn!” I pleaded, “It’s the first night of summer and it’ll be fun!” “First of all, it’s night time. Who goes swimming at night time? Especially in a lake that wasn’t there before.”
I shook my finger in Scott’s general direction. “You don’t know if it were there before or not!” I said, incredulously. “Stiles, I’ve been through the preserve more times than I can count. Just because you bumped into a lake a couple of days ago while walking in the preserve- Alone, I might add, doesn’t mean it didn’t pop out of nowhere.”
I sighed heavily and plopped down next to Scott on his bed. Of course he had to bring up I was alone. “You’re lucky I didn’t tell your Dad that you were walking through the woods alone, Stiles. Really, you should be more careful”, Scott said, putting his hand on Stiles’ thigh.
“I’m going into my senior year, Scott. I’ve been blind my whole life. I think I know my handicap and how to overcome it” I said, just barely keeping my anger in check. Scott smelt it anyway. He sighed. “Stiles, I’m not saying you’re incapable of doing things, just… There are things out there, Stiles. Things that’ll take advantage of a blind kid on his own. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”
I sighed again. I know Scott is only being Scott. “Yeah, yeah I get it. Alone walks in woods? Bad” I said before jumping up, “Now can we pleaaaseee go swimming?” I said, turning to Scott. I heard a deep sigh and some shuffling around before I got an answer.
“Fine. Let me go put on my swimming trunks and we’ll take the Jeep.” I pumped my fist in the air while nodding vigorously. Good thing I already came in my trunks with a black V-neck, towel thrown over my shoulder. I heard Scott shuffle around his drawer before hearing the bathroom door close.
Five minutes later, Scott and I were out the door and in the Jeep. I got in the passenger side and Scott started up the car. On the ride there, I kept drumming my fingers on the dash board, excited for the midnight swim.
When we got to the Preserve, I happily bounded out of the Jeep and nearly skipped to where I knew the lake to be. Scott huffed and hurriedly followed behind me. We walked side-by-side through the woods until we came to a clearing.
I quickly stripped off my shirt and jogged to the water.
*
I watched Stiles run to the water before I quickly stripped off my own shirt and ran after him, catching up pretty quickly. I got to the water’s edge before I noticed my phone in my pocket. “Shit. Stiles, I’ll be right back. Do NOT go in the water yet, understand?” Stiles huffed and nodded, arms flailing around, telling me to hurry.
I ran back to where our clothes were when I heard Stiles scream my name. I turned around fiercely, already halfway shifted. “What wrong?” I asked. “Waters s’cold.” Is what I got back in reply. I huffed loudly and let my phone drop by my towel.
I rushed back over to him. “I thought I told you not to go in the water.” Stiles rolled his milky white eyes and said with a smirk, “When do I ever listen to anything you say?”
I huffed and waded into the water. He was right, it was cold. Like extremely so. Hopefully we’ll be used to it soon. I heard Stiles following behind me. We went deeper into the water until we had to tread. Stiles splashed me and I splashed him back and soon we were having a full on splash war. Stiles won, of course.
After a few more minutes of swimming and goofing around, I decided it was time to go back in. “Alright Stiles. We went to swim. It was fun. Now let’s go”, I said motioning towards the shore. Stiles threw his head back and groaned. “Ugh, Scott. You were just getting fun!” I rolled my eyes and started heading back towards shore before Stiles took ahold of my arm.
I turned back towards him to see a smirk on his lips. “Do you think there’s a supernatural creature in this lake?” He asked, eyebrows quirking up. I huffed. “Well if there was, I’m pretty sure it would’ve made its presence known. Now, stop stalling and let’s go.” I said, turning back towards shore. When I got there, I noticed Stiles wasn’t with me. “Stiles, I said-”, I stopped mid-sentence noticing Stiles wasn’t in the water anymore. Not even a ripple broke the surface saying he was there at all.
I started to panic before figuring out that Stiles was most likely trying to prank me. I huffed out a laugh. “This isn’t funny, Stiles. Come on out before you drown and your Dad shoots me with wolfs bane bullets.” It took about another 15 seconds before I saw Stiles’ head break the surface.
He huffed in a lungful of air and looked around him, panic etched in his features. “Scott! Scott where are you?” He screamed, splashing the water around him. Stiles actually looked genuinely scared. “Scott, something bit my leg! I’m bleeding and I’m scared.”
I rushed forward and grabbed Stiles around the waist, pulling him towards the shore. I carefully dumped Stiles on the dirt and looked down at his left leg. There were two little puncturing holes and it was gushing blood. I panicked. I looked at Stiles’ face to see that he had passed out. His heart was still beating normally.
I took away some of his pain, my veins going black before I picked Stiles up bridal-stile and carried him to the Jeep. I drove back to his house and bandaged his leg, all the while hoping it wasn’t a poisonous snake that bit him.
*
The next morning Stiles woke up in his bed, the night before flashing behind his closed eyes. He quickly sat up and opened his eyes only to find everything overwhelming. He shut his eyes tightly and put his fist up next to his head. He’s had the nightmares before- Waking up and being able to see, like a normal kid, only to really wake up still blind.
He expected to wake up still blind soon. After about a minute, Stiles peeked open one of his eyes and quickly shut it closed. The sunlight was AWFUL. He reached out to the window and closed the blinds. He opened his eyes again and studied his room.
It’s like he’s never been in there before. He looked at his walls, painted a baby blue. Ugh. What an ugly color. He looked towards his bed to see it was messy from when he had woken up.
Stiles saw movement in his peripheral view and quickly turned his head towards it to see a mini piece of dust flowing down from the air. Was this how good humans could see? Stiles focused more and saw the individual ridges on the dust.
Stiles shrugged it off. He was oddly surprised at how good he was taking this. He’d probably have a major meltdown soon. He went into the bathroom to find his eyes a whiskey brown color. He studied himself in the mirror. It was his first time ever seeing himself.
He ran a finger down his face, noticing his button nose with a slight up-tilt to it. His unnaturally huge eyes, his soft plump lips, and moles dotting all around. He quickly brushed his teeth and bounded down the stairs to find his Dad in the kitchen.
He studied his Dad’s face. He had piercing sky blue eyes and sandy brown hair. His face was relatively wrinkled, but that was probably due to stress. His Dad looked up and choked on his coffee. “Stiles! Your eyes!” He said, pointing at his son.
Stiles slyly smiled. “Yeah I know, Dad.” He said, grinning more. “I can see now. I can see everything” Stiles said. And that’s where the revelation hit him. He could see now. All of his life, he’s been blind and now he was able to see. John saw his son’s body shake.
Stiles burst into tears, his body shaking with each sob. He put a shaky hand up to his mouth and looked at his Dad. John looked into his son’s eyes. They were remarkable. Just like Claudia’s. And soon, both Stilinksi boys were standing in the kitchen, holding each other and crying their eyes out.
After the meltdown, John took Stiles by the shoulders and looked at his face. “We’re going to have to take you to the hospital, you know”, John said, looking serious. Stiles quickly grabbed his father’s wrist. “We can’t go to the hospital!”
John stood up straight and his eyes glazed over. “Right. We can’t go to the hospital”, He said in a voice as if he weren’t sure of himself. Stiles visibly relaxed and looked wearily at his Dad. He was acting… weird. He usually never gave up this soon. In was unnerving to Stiles, but it also wasn’t on his list of important things.
Stiles turned back to his Dad, hand still on his wrist. “Will you drive me to Derek’s” He asked. John looked over Stiles’ shoulder and nodded slowly. Stiles didn’t like how strange his Dad was acting, but he was happy his Dad agreed.
“Great” Stiles said cheerily before skipping out of the house into his Dad’s cruiser. As soon as Stiles let go of John, he stood up straight and blinked a couple of times. He followed Stiles out while shaking his head.
It was during the ride there that Stiles remembered the bite. He quickly pulled up the leg of his pants and pulled off the bandage. There was dried blood on the bandage, but no wound to accompany it. Stiles drug his finger over where he got bitten and wondered where the bite went.
Stiles began to panic, but before his could go into full attack mode, his father was ushering him out of the car, stating that he needed to get to work. Stiles nodded and walked up Derek’s loft stairs. He threw the door open to find the whole pack there already, shock etched on every one of their features.
Stiles looked at every pack member, starting with Lydia. She was beautiful, big round amber eyes with plump pink lips and long Strawberry blonde hair. Next to her was Parrish, his deep green eyes and golden hair. He was relatively handsome. His eyes flitted over to Kira who looked back at him, mouth slightly agape. He could see what Scott found in her. She was really pretty.
His eyes fell on Scott. He had bright brown eyes and a crooked jaw with nice, cut raven hair. Next to him was Isaac and he could see why everyone called him pup. He really did look like a puppy, but a puppy sculpted from Zeus himself. He had crystal blue eyes and curly blonde hair.
Sitting next to Isaac was Allison. She had pretty brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. Her gaze looked at him calculating, like a hawk. He quickly looked away and saw Jackson standing with his arms crossed. He looked like a douche. Plain and simple. Erica sat there smiling like a maniac. Stiles had to admit, she looked badass. With curly blonde hair and pretty eyes. Next to her was Boyd who looked bored and distant. And finally his eyes fell on Derek. His breath was knocked out of his lungs. Derek was the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
He had neat, cut raven hair and bright, piercing green eyes. His nose was slightly pointed down. His mouth looked soft and plump and Stiles felt like he could kiss them for days. Stiles looked at Derek’s 5 o’clock beard and wondered what it felt like against his soft chin.
His eyes wandered down Derek’s body. Stiles could easily see the muscles rippling underneath Derek’s shirt and could see a pretty impressive bulge in his jeans.
Every wolf’s nose crinkled to the smell of Stiles’ arousal in the room. Stiles quickly caught on to this and stood up straight, straining his eyes away from Derek. It was Scott that broke the silence.
“Stiles, your eyes…” He said, taking a step forward. Stiles nodded. “Not blind anymore” He said with a grin and spreading his arms out. Scott quickly ran across the room and enveloped Stiles in a hug and the rest of the pack followed suit, save Parrish, Jackson, Boyd, and Derek.
It was also Derek that broke the pack-hug. He grabbed Stiles by the back of his neck and ground out, “I’m taking you to the hospital.” Stiles grabbed Derek’s wrist on instinct. “No. I’m fine. I don’t want to go.” Stiles said, almost pleading.
Derek felt something in Stiles’ words. He wanted to let go and keep Stiles far away from the hospital. It took him a while to realize that it wasn’t his thinking. His wolf tried to go against his body. Derek ground his teeth and his eyes flashed red. Everyone took a step back except for Stiles.
Derek was hunched over and breathing heavily when he looked up at Stiles with red eyes and ground out “Now”, leaving no room for argument. Stiles huffed out a “Fine” and released Derek’s wrist.
As soon as Stiles lost contact, it felt like an elephant stepped off of Derek’s back. It made him extremely suspicious. He took a deep breath in and stood up straight. “And after that, Deaton’s.” Stiles threw his head back and groaned. “I’ll come” Scott piped up, taking a step forwards. Stiles groaned more, earning a hurt look from Scott. “Me too” Lydia said, which instantly made Stiles stop groaning and smile. Derek felt a pang in his chest at that, but decided to ignore it. “Whatever. Let’s go” He announced before leaving the room.
*
“Remarkable” Melissa whispered as she shone a light into Stiles’ eyes. “It’s as if you were never blind, Stiles. There’s no hint of it anywhere” She said turning back Derek and flicking off the light. Derek raised an eyebrow and let out an interested grunt. Melissa turned back to Stiles with a grin. “Congrats, hun. You’re cured of blindness” Stiles whopped and pumped his fist in the air.
Lydia, however wasn’t so keen on celebrating yet. “Will it come back?” She asked. At that question, Derek saw Stiles freeze and turn towards Melissa with big bambi eyes. Derek hid his laugh with clearing his throat and looking around the room. “It’s hard to say, Lydia, but I’m pretty sure that it’s cured for good.” Derek nodded. That’s all he needed to hear.
He took Stiles by the back of his neck and led him to the Camaro. The drive to Deaton’s wasn’t in the least bit quiet. Stiles and Scott talking about random things with Lydia throwing in a comment or two here and there. When they arrived at Deaton’s, they walked in and stood at the counter. Derek looked at Stiles with a raised brow and a face that said ‘cross the barrier and go get him, Idiot’.
Stiles huffed and lifted up the wood before trying to step over the mountain ash. There was a faint blue glowing where his body met the barrier. He turned towards Derek with panic in his eyes. Derek was surprised as well. Lydia quickly stepped over and got Deaton who broke the barrier and led them to the back room.
Stiles sat on the metal table and bit his nails. Derek pushed his hand away from his mouth before crossing his arms. Stiles took the hint. Deaton looked towards all of them with a look that screamed ‘explain’. Scott jumped to it. “There’s something wrong with Stiles!”
Scott recalled the midnight swim which got a smack in the back of the head to Stiles and a glare to Scott. When he brought up the bite, he picked up Stiles’ left leg and lifted up the pants to find smooth skin. He looked up at Stiles with wide eyes, who grimly nodded. Stiles then recalled waking up non-blind and his Dad acting weird after he touched him and Derek added in wanting to do whatever Stiles told him to, but fighting it. Then Lydia recalled the incident with the mountain ash barrier. Deaton soaked up all of the info with a nod and his eyes landed on Stiles.
“Well, Stiles it is certain that you’re not human anymore. What you are, though, I cannot tell. I’ll need to take some samples and test them.” Deaton said, before taking samples of Stiles’ skin, blood, hair, and saliva. Stiles asked how long the tests will take and Deaton said in reply “About an hour”.
After that, they all headed back to Derek’s loft with news of another supernatural creature in Beacon hills.
*
When they got back to the loft, they came back to the pack training. Erica vs Boyd, Jackson vs Kira, Parrish vs Allison, and Isaac sitting on the sidelines, healing. Derek was now reminded of another reason why he was extremely glad he made Erica his second. She knew how to handle things.
Derek let them train for a while, ushering Scott in to spar with Isaac. He then called training to an end and told the pack to sit. He stood with Stiles on his side. Derek felt absolutely no heat coming off of him. It was strange. Derek announced that Stiles was a supernatural creature to the pack which earned him shocked faces all around, even from Jackson.
Derek’s phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was from Deaton. He handed the phone to Stiles who answered it and put it up to his ear. Every wolf in the room heard what Deaton was saying on the other end of the phone. “Stiles, I ran some tests and I figured out what you are. It’s actually quite amazing. I’ve never seen one of your kind so close to Beacon Hills.” Stiles huffed and told Deaton to hurry up. Deaton’s voice sounded a little rejected as he said his next sentence.
“Stiles you’re a-” Deaton started before the door of the loft flew open and the pack heard a blood-curdling screech. Stiles dropped the phone.