This blog will be full of all the randomness I can fathom. It will include slashy slash of the most wonderful kind. Mostly Sterek, some Merthur, and much much Teen Wolf. I will most likely ramble quite a bit, so I hope you'll look forward to it.Anything and everything may be asked, I just can't say the same for answers. ;) This is for anything and everything. Son't be offended if I dislike your stuff though.
Even though Stiles is looking at a dead body, of a guy that is around his age Stiles is still pretty steady. Cracking jokes about brain matter, analyzing the situation. Momma McCall treats him like an adult because that’s how she sees him, because that’s how Stiles acts. He’s strong, and even though he is under enormous stress and has to fear for his life and everyone he loves lives, he is there when people need him unfailingly.
And then he sees Heathers body. And he knows it’s hers, knows even before Mama McCall pulls the blanket up. Because Stiles is informed, he makes a point to know everything he possibly can so he’s not taken by surprise by anything. He knows there is no one else missing except the new girl who hasn’t been found. And Stiles looks, looks at Heather and falls apart a little bit more. And Mama McCall looks at him and sees what he is: just a kid. A kid who knows that life is so short, and has been forced to forgo the belief that his youth will save him, that their age will protect them.
Stiles sees a beautiful, young, full of life girl in his memory and now he sees her dead, used. And you can see the moment when Mama McCall realizes that this is Stiles, the little boy that was always getting into things when his mom brought him over to play with Scott. Who always got the bot of them inexplicably filthy, talking a mile a minute. And she sees him as that little kid and the regret is obvious on her face, as is the guilt.
Because right now Stiles is both an adult and a child. He is so close to breaking, but he won’t. Not when he protects the people he loves, not when he can’t slip no matter what. And so he gathers all the information he can, researching compulsively as though that can protect the people he loves if he knows just a little bit more. And he protects his dad, desperate that he won’t get involved because Stiles couldn’t handle having another person to worry about. He’s stretched so thin it’s a wonder he hasn’t broken already.
Stiles is 16, wondering if he’ll make it to 17. Because in his life there is no guarantee. After all, so many around him haven’t. So why would he, when he knows what’s out there, knows the threat.