threeisapattern | maybe the real supernatural magnet was Stiles all along

maybe the real supernatural magnet was Stiles all along

The thing about kanimas is that they're supposed to be super-rare, maybe one-in-a-generation. Most people, if they get the werewolf bite and their body rejects it, they die. It takes a special kind of mental unwellness to turn into a kanima instead. And Stiles has already been there, done that when Jackson transformed into one back in Beacon Hills.

So someone explain to him why he's staring one down in the middle of an otherwise deserted park. (So he was practicing some soccer drills on his own and it got late. So sue him if he kind of doesn't want to suck when he has a cute guy and the cute guy's family in addition to his dad vowing to watch him play.) For a second, he genuinely wonders if this is some kind of waking nightmare, and he glances down to count his fingers as a check (ten, no more and no less). In that time, it gets in way too close, and Stiles straight-out sprints for his bag to grab his phone and the little vial of emergency mountain ash he keeps with him at all times.

He has Billy's number dialed and his thumb on the top of the vial to flick it open when he feels a slash against his back, meaning he has a few seconds before his body stops responding. He hits the call button and throws the opened vial in the air as his muscles go slack and he drops to the ground. He doesn't think anything breaks, but he lands on his shoulder painfully hard and that's something he's going to have to deal with if he survives the next few minutes. Through some miracle of luck, desperation, and probably magic, the ash lands in an unbroken circle around his body, and he squeezes his eyes shut and believes with all of his might that a handful of wood ash has the power to protect him from the supernatural.

It works. The kanima hisses as it slashes at the barrier a couple times, and as Stiles watches it, he realizes that there's a voice trying to talk to him from his phone. It landed about a foot from his head and he must've managed to hit speaker before he dropped it, thank god, because there's absolutely no way he could pick it up right now.

"Hey, Billy? I really need your help right now, like - SOS."

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Okay, he can do this. Gently, he moves Stiles onto his back, and then props him up some so that he is resting (hopefully) more comfortably on Billy's knees. His shoulder looks, pretty gross, popped out of place and at an odd angle. He puts his hand in Stiles hair, unsure what else he can do.

"Should I call the police?...Should I call your dad?"

“I don’t want to figure out how to explain the temporary paralysis to the cops or EMTs.”

It’s a pain. Well, maybe not as much of a pain as the actual dislocated shoulder, but still a pain. “ - If you call my dad, we have to explain what happened to him.”

Which. He doesn’t love that idea, either, even if he also doesn’t love the idea of lying to his dad again.

So they are stuck. He puts his hand on Stiles uninjured shoulder, squeezing it slightly. He wishes he knew more spells, that he could at least take Stiles pain away.

”How long does the paralysis last?”

"Hard to know for sure. It lasts longer if it gets into your blood, and he definitely caught me with a claw. I could kinda move my finger a little, though - that's a good sign."

He blinks up at Billy. "Still sure you wanna be my boyfriend? Apparently I suck at staying out of trouble."

"Do you need first aid? I'm sure you've got a kit on you somewhere. I could probably muddle my way through it."

He feels incredibly useless so far, being able to do nothing but watch as his boyfriend suffers.

"I'd argue we both have that problem." Small smile, he runs his thumb over the shoulder he's holding. "It'll take more than that to change my mind."

It’s not that he really expected Billy to reconsider, but it’s still nice to hear he’s not interested in calling this off just because Stiles might be a magnet for trouble. He smiles back up at Billy, which is about all he can do right now.

“Yeah, I’ve still got the first aid kit in the Jeep if you want to grab that for the claw marks.”

That means leaving again, which he doesn’t particularly want to do. Not when Stiles has literally no way to protect himself.

”I think I’ll wait a minute. Infection shouldn’t set in this quickly, right?”

It's not like he really wants to push Billy away, either. He's pretty comfortable sitting with his head in Billy's lap - or, at least, more comfortable than he was a couple minutes ago.

"Nah, I think we got some time."

He relaxes slightly, hearing that he doesn’t have to argue with Stiles about leaving again. His hand keeps rubbing Stiles uninjured shoulder. He’s glad they aren’t sharing a mind anymore, he doesn’t want Stiles to know how badly he wants to hold him or kiss him, to somehow make him feel better, to feel safe. He tries to push that aside and remember how Stiles helped him when he needed it. How he distracted him.

”I think it’s my turn to plan our next date.”

“Did I have a turn? Because if you’re counting tonight, then I refuse to take responsibility for tonight being a really shitty date.”

It’s not his fault he got attacked by a kanima and had to call for help.

"I’m just considering the facts. We are out after hours, one of us dressed up," Motions to his hero getup. "Random make out session. All signs of a date."

He moves his hand back to Stiles, placing his hand on his bicep this time instead of his shoulder.

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“Oh Jesus,” he says, with a theatrical groan of dismay. “You’re right. This is the worst date ever. I can’t even kiss you.”

"I'm concerned for your own self preservation if that is the most concerning thing about tonight." Somehow he looks too fond when he says it.

"I'm starting to think our next date should be a quiet night at my house, hanging out and researching protection magic."

“It’s a pretty big thing for a date, though.”

He huffs out a sigh. “Get your face down here so ai can kiss you? Then we can discuss second date ideas.”

"Now who is the bully?" He smiles into the kiss, partially lifting Stiles to meet him halfway, it's not perfect, and pretty lopsided for how Stiles had his head in Billy's lap, but it has the same effect as the others. He's still smiling even when they pull away.

He grins.

“Maybe we can save this date after all. As soon as I get control of my body back. And put my shoulder where it’s supposed to be.”

So, maybe not.

"What does it say about us that the hospital won't come close to being the weirdest location this date has taken us to?" Yes, he fully intends to still take Stiles to the doctor as soon as he can walk. A dislocated shoulder is much easier to explain than this.

"Well, I think it says that our relationship isn't going to get boring anytime soon."

With great concentration and effort, he manages to twitch two fingers. "Hey, look at that. I'm practically better already."

"I'd be okay with a little boring."

Is it normal to be this happy about someone moving some fingers? Probably not, he'll hide it behind a snarky comment. "You're right, finger twitches are definitely the gateway movement to walking. You're nearly there."

“Next thing you know, I’ll be taking us to a rave.”

Not that his luck with parties is great. Maybe that can be date number three, instead.

"As exciting as the idea of seeing you dance is, I thought we decided you are taking a break from the planning."

Truthfully, barring this one, Billy hasn't ever been on a date at all, so he'd probably be happy with going anywhere. It is just more fun to continue to give Stiles a hard time.

“We decided you’re picking the next one. Apparently this one is still mine.”

Because he’s definitely going to be feeling up to a rave after the hospital. He just has to point it out, for the principle of the matter.

"Ah, right, because why would anyone assume the hospital visit would be the ending?" Very thick, amused, sarcasm being used there, but he is smiling.

"So rave next, where you can impress the masses with your one-armed dances. Then what? Or is that part a surprise?"

"Well, I can't let this date get boring, or you're never gonna let me plan a date again."

He manages to move just a tiny bit in Billy's lap, which is great paralysis-wise but makes him suck in a breath when it upsets his shoulder.

However Billy was going to respond gets cut off by the noise Stiles makes. It's unclear if their theory works on pain as well as anxiety, but what better way to put it into practice? Billy bends down again to kiss Stiles soundly. Hopefully helping him forget about his shoulder, or at least not care about it. If it doesn't work, he'll just say he was helping keep the date interesting.

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