hey guys this is based off the episode Weaponized in season four... this was so quickly written and slightly edited butttttttt enjoy :)

we were just taking a test.

that is until the people showed up in big yellow suits and came to each room telling us to line up in the hallway. they're people to test for infection... right?

anyway, i head out to the hallway, immediately heading over to the room stiles, scott, kira and malia were in. basically everyone in our group but me, it always happens like that.

stiles was already rushing out the door. he turned his head, spotting me.

"y/n, you okay?" he breathed heavy and brought me in his arms. i smiled in his shoulder.

"yeah, i'm fine." i said sweetly, "what's going on?" stiles looked at me wearily and shook his head.

we all stood in a line in front of the yellow suited people, who poked and prodded us with needles and medicine we probably didn't need. apparently someone fainted, soon after showing signs of red, thick veins. the coach was found presumably 'drunk', in his office, but he was infected too.

at this point, nobody knew what was going on. and i hated the feeling. i wanted to call my parents, or just leave, but we couldn't.

me and my friends were all standing in a circle in the hallway, waiting for the long line of people to end and the yellow suits to tell us what to do next. i look over at scott to see him daze into the ground, his eyes flickering red.

"scott!" i whisper-screamed, "your eyes!" he looked at me in shock.

"what?"

i rolled my eyes, "your eyes! theyre glowing. stop it!!" i urged as the color got stronger and brighter.

"i'm not doing anything!!" scott said, squeezing his eyes shut tight. he opened them again, and it seemed to work.

"ok, i think you're..." my voice slowly went out as the muscles in my legs all of a sudden went out, causing me to sink toward the ground. stiles caught me in a gasp, stumbling to hold me up.

"y/n? babe, what's wrong?!" he spoke with urgency, i started to lose energy and will to keep my eyes open.

"i don't know... what's happening." i mutter and i try to open my eyes, stiles notices and carries me bridal style into the boys locker room, i can hear everyone following.
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the girl was super natural. a werewolf, to be exact. she was turned by derek in an effort of saving her life, then was brought to the gang of innocent high schoolers at beacon hills. she immediately had a connection with stiles, who constantly worried about her being super natural and her getting into all of these scary nights running around for their lives.
she didn't want this event to make him worry even more, but there was nothing she could do. she struggled to keep her eyes open, pushing her eyelids to her forehead, looking up as well.

the boy took his love's head in his hands, telling her to look at him, focus on him. she did, and she couldn't take her eyes off of his face. she worked hard to memorize all the features, she smiled at his dimples and  was mesmerized by his scattered moles.

scott heard her heartbeat slow down as she began to lose consciousness.
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[stiles pov]

"um, y/n?" scott nervously looked at y/n, who was currently in my lap, and her head was in my hands. everyone's eyes, especially my own, looked shocked at scott, whom has barely spoken a word this whole time.

"what scott?" i said, raising my eye brows in terror.

"her heart beats slowing... i think she's-"

"stiles?" she whimpers next to me, i immediately look toward her to see her pupils dilate.

"y/n?" i tighten my grip on her, rubbing her cheeks. hoping for the best.

"i-i can't s-see." she whimpers as her eyes fill up with tears, it was a terrible transition to watch, "stiles?" i watch her in total shock, i don't know what to do.

"stiles?!" she claws at my chest, her face doesn't look right. it looks frightened and distant and confused. she never feels this way with me.

"are you there? what's happening! stiles i cant see..." she whimpers like a lost dog, my eyes tear up at the awful sight. i immediately speak to her, realizing what's happening and what i have to do.

"yes, i'm here. i got you y/n, don't worry babe. it's gonna be ok." i coo to her and run her cheek again, rubbing away the tears. i don't know what's happening, why can't she see, does she not know she's in my arms? maybe she thinks she's with someone else, but she just doesn't know. she's feeling vulnerable; then i remember, that's her worst fear.

"i cant see... i can't see. i cant see-" she just muttered it over and over again, soon it turned into a whisper and she started shaking. i tried everything. i spoke softly, i rocked her in my arms, grasping her tight. she slowly stopped shaking, then didn't move at all.

the slightest breath fall out of her mouth scared me half to death.

"no, no, no! y/n?" i said, getting louder and louder, "what's going on? y/n!" i sobbed into her hair, rocking her harder this time.

at some point something must of happened to scott, because somewhere in the back of my mind i realized kira and malia were looking at scott, kira touching his face. he just shook his head, not looking at her. i stopped moving. he couldn't see either.

~

"someone get help!" the girl woke up to distant voices and warm sensations all over her body. the voices soon got louder, snapping into full volume, which were screams. the girl jumped of fright from the quick transition and realized what the warmth was from. a boy was carrying her, she moved in his lap. it was stiles, barking orders at people she couldn't hear. she didn't even have the energy to move her head.

"s-stiles?" she whimpered in fear, the boys head snapped toward hers, his eyebrows raised toward the sky.

"y/n!!" he said, filled with pure joy at the sight of his girl friend awake in his arms.
he hugged her tight, she struggled to get up, get out of his tight grip. he soon noticed and slightly let go. she pushed herself up, but it was too fast. her head pounded from the inside out and her eyes stung like bee stings, she started to fall off stiles lap. he hollered out and caught her right in time. the broken girl wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest. he didn't mind one bit. they stayed there together, her sight still a bit hazy. they both watched what was going on in front of them.

scott was leaned against the lockers, sitting down. his eyes were off in a daze, slowly blinking now and then. two girls sat pretty much on top of his legs. malia and kira. malia was rubbing his arm, saying his name. kira had his head in her hands, speaking gently and fast to him, telling him to open his eyes (though they were open, she was too overwhelmed at the moment), to come back to her. his eyes snapped back and widened at her. she smiled into him and kissed him, he quickly reflected and kissed back.

two hands met y/n's cheeks and turned her head. a crying boy slowly cleared up in front of her eyes, her blurry vision subsiding. tears were streaming down his face as he wiped hers too.

"don't ever do that to me again." they smiled at each other and hugged. she scratched the back of his head and long hair and he rubbed the small girls back for comfort. the girl squeezed her eyes and tears shot out from them onto the boys shirt, but he didn't care.

he was just happy she was safe. they were all safe. he didn't know what was going on, or what was gonna happen. he told the girl he loved that he did love her, and got reminded the feeling was still mutual. the other pair of lovers finished their kiss and she snuggled into him and he closed his eyes, resting from the exhaustion of the day.
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"are you okay?" stiles asked me kindly as he laid down next to me on the floor. i propped up on my elbow and faced him, he laid on his arm and used the other to rub my arm, soothing me.

i nodded, "yeah, i don't know what is taking over me." i said as i struggle to keep my eyes open. the reaction i was having wouldn't stop, id lose sight every now and then, screaming for stiles and asking what was happening. but he was always there. of course.

"you scared me, i thought..." his eyes went distant for a moment, i frowned a the now broken boy, he looks me in the eye meaningfully and lovingly, i melted at the sight, "please don't ever do that again." he looked me in the eyes, stopped drawing little infinities on my arm, just above my elbow. i nodded, tears forming at my eyes and i leaned over to him. he laid down all the way, facing up, as i put my head on his chest. it rocked me to sleep as my eyes began to burn and i lost sight for about the fourth time, but i didn't care. not that i was used to the feeling, but i knew i was safe. i was in the arms of my love, my first love, my only love. and he'd never let anything hurt me or take me away. as i felt him relax under me, i too fell into a deep slumber.