No Place For Promises

no place for promises

chapter 31: a vengeful heart

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information)

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“What are we looking for again?” Jordan asks, one hand around his third coffee, the other propping up his head. They’re sitting in his dad’s hospital room for a good two hours already. They didn’t start their research immediately. Instead, his dad wanted to know absolutely everything that had happened in Eichen House. When Stiles tells him that he wants to set Peter free, it took his dad a long time to answer. Obviously, he was not happy with the idea. Neither was Jordan. However, in the end, they both accepted his decision - after Stiles told him about all the encounters he had with Peter, including the time he offered him the bite and accepted his decision not to take it. 

It’s hard to tell what went through his father’s head the moment he learned about it, but it seemed to be the critical detail that swayed his dad’s decision. 

Stiles raises his phone and looks at Theo’s text message again. “A human chimera. Everything’s possible from microchimerism due to pregnancy, to a transplant, and Vanishing Twin Syndrome.” Stiles frowns, biting down on the inside of his cheek for a second, hating the thought that anybody could be a victim, even a pregnant woman, because that means the list just got a lot longer. “Mostly, they choose high-risk victims.” Probably to leave less of a trail to follow, even though Hayden doesn’t quite fit the bill. She is the sister of a police deputy. Then again, Valerie was angry, but not noticeably surprised about Hayden vanishing for a few days. Maybe it didn’t happen the first time. Maybe he misjudged her, and she used to run away from home. “They usually take teenagers or young adults because they have a better risk of survival. But they might take an adult if they think they’re worth their time.” With a sigh, Stiles drops his phone in his lap, wishing Theo could be here right now. Maybe he would notice things they are overlooking. But he doesn’t want to push Theo onto Jordan and his dad, and it’s probably better if they spend time apart, especially considering they’ll be together for the rest of the weekend.  

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no place for promises

chapter 30: Eichen House

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information)

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Stiles hates this place. Just looking at it fills him with the desire to tuck tail and run the other direction. The gate alone gives off a foreboding sense of doom and despair. Stiles has felt that enough in the past two weeks, he doesn’t need seconds. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he raises his hand, intending to press the buzzer, then raises it higher and runs his fingers through his hair. Fuck . Why is this so hard again ? He’s been in there with Lydia. Is it Peter he’s afraid of? No. No. Why should it be Peter? He knows Peter. He hung out with Peter. Even at his worst, Peter merely offered him the bite and accepted his snark. 

It’s the building. The memories he can’t forget and those he can’t remember. It’s Brett’s warning. The daggers hidden underneath his clothes.

“We don’t have to do this,” Lydia says, slipping her fingers through his to squeeze his hand. 

Stiles holds onto her. If he can’t even do this, if he can’t even confront Peter and face whatever scares him in Eichen House, how the fuck is he supposed to deal with the Dread Doctors and their monster? He needs to do this. He needs to do this for himself, for his sanity, and to prevent the shitstorm brewing behind Peter Hale. They can avoid this. They can stop this before it gets out of hand. 

No more reacting when it’s too late. That’s why he’s doing this. That’s why he needs to do this. 

Right? 

He shakes his head. This isn’t the time for doubts. Stiles glances at Theo, tries to gauge what he’s thinking about this plan. Instead, he notices how Theo contemplates Lydia’s hand in Stiles. He tilts his head a little, almost wolfish in nature, before looking up and catching Stiles’ eye. To his surprise, Theo smiles, however briefly, and turns away again, pushing his hands in the pockets of his jeans without causing a scene. Huh . Is he really that unbothered by Lydia? And would it change if he knew how hard Stiles crushed on her only a year ago? He watches Theo for a little while longer, watches how he’s now highly focused on something in the opposite direction. 

But there’s still a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

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no place for promises

chapter 29: one step closer

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3

His dad already plans to go back to work, although he’s not coming home before Wednesday next week. His doctors don’t want to see him back in the office before the beginning of December, but Stiles can already tell that’s not going to happen. He’ll be lucky if he can keep him home until November. Well, at the very least, they made an appointment at Eichen. More or less. His dad decided that they should go tomorrow after school, and in case of something going wrong, Jordan and Valerie will pick them up. Even though Valack can hardly be trusted, he’s not stupid enough to do anything reckless with the police involved. 

“So,” Jordan says, poking his fries with his fork, “when are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Theo?” 

All Stiles can do is try not to choke on his own curly fries. “What?” he asks, coughing quietly, and reaches for his drink. “Theo and- there’s- what?” 

“I’m 24,” Jordan says with an unimpressed raise of his left eyebrow, “not 42, although I’m pretty sure even someone at 89 can see it.”

“See what?” Stiles doesn’t like where this conversation is headed, not even a little. Nothing good ever comes from a conversation that starts with ‘when are you going to tell me about-’ because that’s always in regards to something you really don’t want anybody to know. Although granted, this time, it’s more the other way around. Because Stiles really doesn’t want to know what Jordan sees. It’s hard enough as it is already to keep his defenses up around Theo, he doesn’t need anything more that might push him over the edge. He wants to give in. He really does. The guy is hot as all hell, and Theo doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s not into Stiles.

Yet this tiny little voice in the back of his mind just refuses to allow him to give in because it could all be a fucking act. He hopes it’s not an act, he starts to doubt that it is an act, but he can’t shake it. Not completely. He just doesn’t want to be used. Not again. Not ever. 

Jordan places his fork down and pushes his almost empty tray in the middle of the table. “The way he looks at you when you’re not looking at him,” he explains after a pause, and he looks torn about the whole situation. “He always has this look on his face when he watches you. Whether you’re talking or baking pierogies for the entire department.” Jordan is never going to let him live that down. It was the first thing he told Stiles’ dad today, who reacted both amused and worried. His dad knows better than anyone what excessive baking means when it comes to the Gajos family.“

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