Rowena MacLeod + Electrokinesis

Rowena MacLeod + Electrokinesis

no place for promises

chapter 16: Plan B

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

The room plunges into silence. Ice cold. Suffocating. A silence that’s wrapping a tight fist around his throat. “Me?” Stiles croaks eventually feeling smothered under the heat in Brett’s blue eyes, in a face that’s been carefully controlled in the last few days. Seeing the real Brett peeking through the curtains is almost as terrifying as the confession – because everything Stiles can see is white-hot anger. For as long as he can think he’s learned that anger makes a wonderful breeding ground for horrific decisions.

Like leaving someone behind in a tunnel while he was paralysed – and with a giant beast as well as the Dread Doctors roaming through Beacon Hills.

Stiles can’t tell how anger could influence Brett’s decisions.

“Not you,” Brett snarls curling his fists around the bar on the lower end of the bed, “I can take you out if I want to.”

Isaac raises to his feet. “Zip it.”

Theo stiffens next to him, sits up straight. The air of nonchalance surrounding him vanishes completely.

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Well, well. Look who’s no longer the crazy one.

Tell me what you’re willing to do, kiss it better, baby.