Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-12-12 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Cisco's Apt
When: Backdated to Nov 25th.
What: Cisco gets a vision.
Rating: Med
Status: Complete
Cisco was still in pain a week after the club, so clearly he hadn’t been drugged like they’d initially thought-but he wished he had been. If it were drugs they’d be out of his system and the discomfort would have faded by now. He wasn’t leaving his house much these days so he had Stiles come see him for hanging out. While he waited, he flipped through channels on the t.v., when something caught his eye. The club they’d been at a week ago. The hot guy with the buff arms was being taken into custody for murder and rape charges. The club itself was being shut down, apparently he’d stabbed a man to death after fucking and mugging him of everything he’d owned. Unfortunately that guy happened to be a police officer that had been under cover there for months. Cisco couldn’t help but to stare. He’d seen that knife, in the visions. Or...whatever they’d been. What the actual fuck was going on? --- After what happened at the bar the last time, Stiles was fine just hanging at Cisco’s place. They didn’t need to go out to have fun. They could have some fun in the apartment. It hadn’t taken him long to get from his own to place to Cisco’s. If he had a key, he would have just walked in, but since he didn’t, he knocked and kept on knocking until Cisco answered the door. * Cisco and going out were not going to be a thing this time around, he’d fulfilled his going out quota. He was looking forward to staying in, just hanging around with his friend. Hearing the knock, the engineer rolled his eyes and reached over for his ipad to unlock the door. “Open.” He could probably hear the locks clicking and responding, but his friends (most of them) didn’t tend to just barge into his apartment. “That bar we went to, it’s shut down. Got raided.” Cisco commented without so much as a hello, whatever-they were past that stage now. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at his friend. Cisco’s door locks were entirely electronic now. Somebody hadn’t learned anything at all from recent events. --- Once he heard the door unlocked, he walked in, shutting the door behind himself. “Oh, I see how it is, you can’t even get up to answer the door, lazy,” he teased as he made his way over to the couch and plopped down, making himself right at home. “Really?” He really hadn’t thought much about that place since they left that night. Then again, he wasn’t the one who had a creepy vision, so he could see why Cisco would have kept up with it. “Well, at least nothing else can happen there,” he said, trying to make Cisco look in the bright side of it. * “It’s voice recognition, I’m teaching it...but now that I know it also works on you, awesome.” He grinned as Stiles joined him. If he could just prompt and nudge his friend-sure he would. It’d be fun, for him anyway. “Yeah, apparently there was a rape that took place after we left. Then a murder, and a whole clusterfuck of bad.” He frowned. “Guess who was the ringleader?” Yeah, sexyarms. Of course Cisco was paying attention. The one guy who he’d openly admitted to liking, kinda turned out to be a murderer. Plus that freaky vision… He frowned as he set the ipad down in front of them and it was currently showing a blueprint of his apartment building. “Maybe I’ll just become a hermit.” --- “I’m a little surprised that you didn’t go back to just normal locks. Especially after everything that happened around Halloween.” He would definitely not want any kind of electronic door after the electronics went cuckoo last month. “Damn…” He really didn’t need to guess. He had a pretty good idea who the ringleader was. And even though Cisco felt bad, he was glad that they got the hell away from there before all of that stuff went down. “You can’t let that night mess with you.” He shook his head at Cisco’s statement. “Nope, not happening. I will hog tie you and drag you out of this apartment if I have to. But I will not let you turn into a hermit.” He wasn’t kidding either. * The dark haired engineer shook his head. “Nope, with technology I believe in only going forward. Something went haywire? Look to improve.” It could probably be said of his social life too, but technology was easier for him to wrap his mind around. Like breathing air. He just understood how it worked. Put a new device in his hands and he could generally figure it out within a few seconds. “I mean I can pretty much do everything from home..” He trailed off, chewing his lower lip. He wasn’t all that confident with people. He could pretend, but there were reasons he’d never been laid. Hell he hadn’t even been kissed before. His arms rested comfortably on his knees. “I don’t even know that I can touch people anymore as it is.” He responded with a little frown. That was going to make the whole going out thing a bit more difficult. --- “How do you improve mystical craziness, though?” Stiles didn’t see how there could be a way around something that wasn’t normal. “You could, but I’m not going to let you do that.” Nope, there was no way. Yeah, what happened sucked, but he didn’t want to see Cisco hide away from the world because of it. “Sooooo…let’s do a little experiment.” He held his hand out towards Cisco. “Touch me. See if anything happens.” * As that hand reached out toward him, Cisco felt himself instantly recoil. It was an automatic sort of reaction that worried him a bit. He didn’t want to be the type of person who couldn’t even touch their friends. Chewing at his bottom lip, he nodded. “Yeah, okay..” Brows furrowed. The last time he’d held something of Jemma’s after gaining these “powers” had been excruciating. A massive shock to his system. So much so that he’d passed out. Hesitantly he reached out to take Stiles’ hand with his own. It didn’t feel like anything to the other boy, just a normal warm hand. To Cisco however it felt like a thousand needles, and he drew in a painful breath. His eyes widened and he went rigid. He was no longer sitting in that living room, but some place he didn’t quite recognize. Physically his body was still there with Stiles, but mentally he’d gone somewhere entirely different. Some hospital he’d never been in, with a boy he didn’t recognize at first. Everything around him had lost it’s color, like it had already happened. There was a woman, and then as he stepped around to get a better glimpse of the people in that vision he recognized the boy. It was Stiles, and the woman must have been his mother. Young Stiles alone with a woman. That woman must have been his mother, but his brows furrowed in confusion. She was saying something, telling ten year old Stiles that he was trying to kill her. And then things changed again, like time had passed. Everything around him was a whirlwind. It was confusing, but he understood when he saw the same boy out in the hallway. The woman was dead, she’d died and Stiles had been with her. He’d been alone with her. The scene around him began to fade away, warp into blackness-but Cisco didn’t come out of it. Cisco remained just as rigid as he had been. --- The way Cisco had recoiled when Stiles held his hand out made him wonder if they should forget the idea. It wasn’t like he would make his friend do it. It was just a tiny experiment to see if anything would happen if Cisco were to touch him. He was about to say forget it, that they need to do it, but Cisco had agreed to it and finally grabbed Stiles’ hand. And then Cisco looked exactly how he looked that night in the bar. “Damn…” He had hoped that nothing would happen so that Cisco wouldn’t have to worry about going out and accidentally touching anyone. “Can you hear me? If you can, you need to wake up.” His friend definitely looked way too freaky when he was like this. And he really wanted Cisco to wake the fuck up now. “Waaaaaaaake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up.” He squeezed Cisco’s hand, trying anything to get Cisco to get out of that weird trance of his. * He knew Stiles wasn’t going to make him, but he also wanted to know what would happen if he just tried. He didn’t want to continue to live in fear. He wanted to know whether or not he could touch people, and apparently the answer was not. The dark haired engineer didn’t respond to Stiles’ voice. He only seemed to stare right through him. To the point of it actually being a little eerie. At the squeeze and release, Cisco managed to take a sharp breath. Stiles’ words seemed to have reached him as he struggled his way out of that trance. His head began to throb almost instantly and he hissed in pain as he gripped at Stiles’ hand. “Dios mio, filius canis” and a string of other Latin curses spilled out of his mouth out of pure reflex. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and he tried to escape the inky blackness in front of him. Finally it dissipated, and he released Stiles’ hand. His own shook. --- If Stiles had to get a glass of water and dump it on Cisco, he would and the thought almost became a reality when Cisco finally seemed to come out of it. Thank god! He pulled his hand away and kind of felt bad that he even suggested that Cisco touch his hand. “Welcome back, buddy.” He didn’t want to ask any questions yet. He’ll wait until Cisco got his bearings back again. “I have no idea what you just said…” Whatever it was, he had a feeling it was nothing good. * Cisco moved his hands back to rest on his knees instead of where they had been for a moment as he tried to regain his sense of reality. It was confusing when it felt like the floor slipped out from under him and warped into a fishbowl. He had nothing to grip on, and it worried him. What if he slipped too far one day? “I said something?” Entirely unaware of what his body had done in the conscious world a few moments ago. “Everything hurts.” His brows furrowed as he curled up on the seat beside him, as if trying to become as small as possible so the pain would in theory become small with it. “There are pills in the cupboard, can you grab them?” He couldn’t move. His entire body ached. He lowered his forehead into his knees for a moment to block out light. --- “Yeah, you said something in Latin, I think it was Latin.” Stiles would repeat it, but he would more than likely butcher what Cisco had said, so he decided not to even try. “I’m sorry I asked you to do this.” He was feeling pretty bad about this now especially with how Cisco was looking at the moment. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “Yeah, sure,” he said as he quickly got up and grabbed the pills once he found them. He grabbed a glass of water for his friend too before returning to the couch and handing both the water and pills over to Cisco. “I’m sorry,” he said again. * “Sorry.” He frowned a bit as he looked very confused about the fact that he didn’t remember anything from just after that trance. “I needed to know too.” He gave a faint smile, obviously he didn’t blame Cisco for it-but before he could go on with their conversation he needed that painkiller. It was a heavy prescription thanks to Jemma. “Might be a little loopy, but I shouldn’t pass out on you again with these.” He shook the container as a little reassurance, whether or not it was for himself or Stiles was yet to be determined. He only needed to take one, but it would be enough to keep his system more stable than last time. “Being afraid all the time wasn’t going to help. Now I know. I mean I’m still afraid, but.” He gave a weak laugh as he finally uncoiled a bit and leaned on the couch instead. “It’s not your fault I’m turning into a freaky mutant or something.” It just figured though. Super smart became super freak. “I get it, if you don’t want to come here anymore after this.” It would suck if Stiles decided it was all too much, but he really would understand-it was too much for him too. --- "What do you have to be sorry about?" It wasn't Cisco's idea to do this. It had all been Stiles and if he hadn't convinced him to do it, then his friend wouldn't be sitting there right now looking pretty bad. "Maybe you just need to learn to control it," he suggested. "Well, if you pass out on me, I will tuck you in and leave." He eyed the medicine and then looked at Cisco again. "But knowing is better than not knowing." Just too bad the results were not exactly good. He really hoped that this didn't make Cisco go into hiding because that would be a bad thing. "Not all mutants are bad, though," he said with a smile. "If you are turning into a mutant, can we stuff you into an X-men costume?" he jokingly asked, trying to make Cisco feel better. "Pfft," he sat down on the couch, "Dude, you're stuck with me. We're friends. I'm not going to bail on you just because something weird is happening to you." He reached out for a moment, wanting to pat Cisco on the shoulder, but he thought better of it and dropped his hand back down to his side. * The medicine was made out to him at least, so it wasn’t some janky thing he’d picked up off the street. His name was on the label and everything. “I duno, being weird I guess.” He shrugged as he rested his head back against the couch. Whatever that medicine was, it was pretty effective in making him groggy. “Control it how, Professor X?” He tried for humor, but it was a little weak. His arm came to rest on his forehead to block some of the harsh ceiling lights from view. “Ninety nine percent of the metas, or mutants in my dream world are. Not to mention the guy who gave me these powers told me specifically.. They would be a curse. Whatever that meant.” He nodded to Stiles as his friend mentioned he’d tuck him in if he passed out and that actually did make him laugh a little, though he winced in pain after. “I’m part of the reason there are all these psychotic metas in the first place.” the humor faded as he looked upward at the ceiling. “I was supposed to help change the future, pave the way for science. It changed all right.” By his tone it was obvious not for the better. Shifting to look at Stiles he gave him a tired smile. “I’ve never really had a friend until now. Not one that didn’t want something from me.” He admitted, when people found out Cisco’s status they often tried to use him for it, be it financially or emotionally. He believed people were mostly good, so he was a good target for it unfortunately. * Now that was a very good question. “I don’t know yet,” Stiles said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “But I’m sure there has to be a way to control it.” Stiles felt bad for his friend. The dreams seemed like total nightmares and he really hoped he didn’t follow suit with his own dreams. “Just because the evil monster said that, doesn’t mean it’s true.” He listened as Cisco spoke. “You can’t let dream you bring you down. Easier said than done, I know, but don’t let it eat you up inside.” Trying to be funny he said, “I do want something.I want your lasers.” He flashed Cisco a grin. “Okay, seriously, though. I don’t want anything from you. I just like hanging out with you and talking to you and everything else that we do. You’re cool. If other people can’t see that, they’re stupid and blind.” * “...Or maybe to filter it.” Cisco said thoughtfully as he glanced behind them. “The dreams gave me sunglasses. At first I thought it was stupid, but maybe…” He trailed off as he looked at the small countertop where they lie on the small wet bar attachment of his kitchen. “Ugh, or I could be delusional. “ He touched the bridge of his nose again as he lie back into the couch tiredly. “I know..I’m trying. It’s just getting harder to seperate. And more exhausting with two jobs.” He admitted. As much as he loved both of them, he may have to choose one eventually, two was just going to wear him down at this rate. “No lasers for you.” He gave him a side glance with a little smirk. “I like you coming over, so keep going with that. Sorry, I’m good. Really. “ He tried to sit up but found it hard with the pain medication running through his system now. “Netflix and chill? God help me I never thought I’d say that.” He snickered as he reached over to curl up with a pillow. --- Stiles followed Cisco’s gaze and then looked back at him. “If that’s what those things do, maybe you should start using them. Especially if it means you’re not keeling over and looking sickly after you’ve had your visions.” He shook his head at Cisco’s words. “You’re not delusional.” “There’s an easy solution to that problem. Drop one of the jobs until you can figure out how to handle this whole vision thing.” Would Cisco take that advice? Maybe. Maybe not. Stiles hoped that he did, though. Stiles fake pouted when Cisco said no lasers. “You make me sad,” he said, pouting even more. “I will.” He stopped with the pouting and leaned back against the couch. “Guess what? You said it. So, let’s find something dumb to watch.” He reached over and grabbed the remote from off of the coffee table and turned Netflix on. |