Rikki Chadwick is no ordinary girl (justaddh2o) wrote in vascaptiolog, @ 2013-12-23 01:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | rikki chadwick, stiles stilinski |
WHO: Rikki Chadwick and Stiles Stilinski
WHAT: Finding the mermaidcicle that hid from Sam Winchester
WHERE: In the woods near the carnival
WHEN: Wee small hours of the morning Day Forty-Three
WARNINGS: Nada? This one's pretty mild.
STATUS: Closed, Complete
The second Rikki had awoken, she'd felt the rain — no, snow...that was new; she'd never seen that before... — and subsequently noticed a familiar form on the ground beside her. Sam was one of her many roommates, but she didn't know him very well and she didn't want yet another person to find out about the tail, so she took her ten seconds and booked it, throwing herself behind the nearest tree when she felt herself changing into the mermaid. She'd held her breath and hidden in the cloak of darkness that, for once, was a good thing about being in the forest in the middle of the night and waited until she heard him leave. Once she was sure it was safe, Rikki turned herself onto her stomach and started to drag herself forward in the dirt that was quickly turning into mud from the moisture. She could already tell that it was going to be a long, cold night and she wished that she'd had her journal to filter to Oliver or Stiles or Will to come and get her. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before her arms started to feel like jelly and she couldn't keep going. All Rikki knew was that she was in pain and she was freezing...but she still had to stop. Rikki forced herself to drag her weight forward far enough that she could prop herself up against the nearest tree to rest for a bit before she could try again. Leaning her head back, Rikki crossed her arms, hugging herself as her teeth started to chatter. This was bad... This was really bad... When she heard the sounds of someone approaching, she froze in place, clenching her teeth to keep them from clicking together as she shivered and shook. The person was nearly back out of earshot, but not quite, when a cough forced itself upward. Rikki covered her mouth with both hands tightly, hoping to stifle the sound, but her attempt to keep it quiet only earned her a fit of coughing in return that were much more difficult to silence. Please don't hear me, please don't come looking for the sound, she hoped miserably, even though some part of her actually hoped whoever it was did find her, because she was starting to lose feeling in the tip of her nose and all of her fingers. Her tail was stiff and her body was sore from all of the effort she'd used up trying to get this far. Maybe being seen would've been the lesser of the two evils. Stiles had never liked Mondays, but this place had made him hate them with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. And right now he hated it more than usual because over half of the people he cared about most had gone missing already and it was barely one in the morning. Allison and Lydia and Elle had all vanished in a few minutes time, and he knew from Dr. Collins that Rikki was also missing. This was getting ridiculous. He just hoped that all four of them, and everyone else who was missing, were okay. Derek hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of splitting up, but with so many people missing, they’d agreed it was unlikely Peter would be out creeping considering how many search parties were also forming. So Stiles made his way out into the woods, wishing he’d picked up a warmer coat at the thrift shop because it was suddenly freezing cold. What the hell? It had been really warm earlier in the day. If he’d had to guess, he’d have put it near 80. Typical California weather until tonight. And now it was spitting snow. Literally. What the freakin’ hell?! He heard coughing nearby and he froze in his steps, eyes widening. Someone was obviously out there. He took a few more hesitant steps in that direction, peering into the darkness. “Hello?” Relief flooded through Rikki when she heard the voice attached to the person from whom she'd been trying to hide the cough. She knew his voice; that was Stiles. Thank God for small favors. Admittedly, this time, she would've preferred Oliver or Will, if only because she was pretty sure Stiles would have to drag her — again — through the woods and it was so cold. She just wanted to get dry and warm again. Opening her mouth to answer him, another coughing fit came out instead, but his name tumbled out in the midst of it as she tried to get his attention. His eyebrows furrowed as he heard more coughing -- with his name thrown in there. But the coughing was so intense that he honestly didn’t recognize the voice. Nonetheless, the sound spurred him forward and toward the noise, and Stiles froze in his tracks when he spotted Rikki huddled on the ground shivering. She was in full mermaid mode and he cursed softly under his breath, shucking his red hoodie off and kneeling down beside her. “Hey there.” His eyes were filled with worry as he looked at her. She was paler than usual, her teeth chattering. “Okay we need to get you somewhere else.” And it went without saying in his mind that it needed to happen fast, both because there were other people out looking for the missing and because it was freezing and she was in nothing but a mermaid top. “Put your arms around my neck.” He reached out to slide his arm around her waist. "We need to s-s-s-stop m-m-meeting like this, m-m-m-mate," she tried to joke, shuddering with chills as Stiles knelt beside her, taking off his sweatshirt. She appreciated the fact that he recognized the urgency, but worried still that if he was going to try to lift her that he'd hurt himself. Never the less, Rikki did as she was told, shivering and simultaneously feeling the body heat radiating off her friend, for which she was thankful. "It's heavy, St-st-st-stiles," she warned. "The t-t-t-tail." He smiled ever-so-slightly at her joke, arching his eyebrows as he wrapped the sweatshirt around her shoulders and zipped it up as far as it would go. “No kidding. But what can I say, I can’t resist a damsel in distress,” he joked in return, suppressing a shiver as he felt how damn cold she was. That couldn’t be good. He remembered how heavy the tail was, but it wasn’t like they had a lot of options. “There’s a cabin not far from here,” he told her. It wasn’t Derek’s. He wasn’t sure if anyone was staying in it, but it was the closest place he could think of to go. And he wasn’t sure if mermaids could get pneumonia, but frankly he’d rather not find out. They’d have to manage as best they could. He was just relieved that he’d actually managed to find her. One out of five, he thought, gritting his teeth as he picked her up as best he could, stumbling away from the tree she’d been huddled against. Rikki offered Stiles the closest thing to a smile as she could manage when he joked back. He said that there was a cabin nearby and she hoped to hell no one was staying there if that was where he was taking her. Rikki was really in no shape, however, to argue. Clinging to Stiles when he stumbled, she opened her mouth to apologize for her extra weight, but had to push her face against the sleeve of his hoodie so that when the coughing fit took her again, she wasn't coughing right in his face. When it settled, she leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion. "St-st-st-stiles," she whispered, shuddering against him and humming a hiccup as she tried to take a breath that hurt inexplicably more than she thought it should. "I've n-n-n-never seen snow bef-f-fore. It k-k-k-kind of sucks." He didn’t like how harsh her cough was, and he wondered how long she’d been outside. It couldn’t have been that long if she’d just gone missing. Maybe there was something about snow. If she’d never seen it before, maybe she was having some kind of reaction to it because it was foreign. That wasn’t good. He wouldn’t even be able to call one of the doctors to get her help because how the hell would they even treat that? He didn’t think there was a medicine for a snow allergy. Jesus their lives were weird. He hugged her to him a little tighter in an attempt to warm them up and he held his breath as he spotted the cabin in the distance. It wasn’t much farther. They could make it. There weren’t any lights on, which didn’t surprise him because most places in Vas didn’t seem to have electricity except once in awhile. He hoped like hell no one was inside. He didn’t want to set her down on the ground and go check first, though. “Almost there,” he murmured against her hair. “It’s gonna be okay.” He wasn’t sure of that, of course, but it felt like he needed to say it anyway. When Stiles hugged her closer, Rikki responded by doing the same feeling simultaneously grateful and guilty for the body heat she was sapping from him. He said that they were almost there and while he was reassuring her, once the coughing momentarily subsided, Rikki meant to move her head to look, curious as to what 'almost' actually meant. Instead, she clung a little tighter to him, giving up the fight to keep her tired eyes open. Stiles was increasingly less warm against her and the chill forced another shudder out of her before she went still against him, slipping in and out of consciousness in his arms. The last thing Rikki remembered thinking was that she'd kept Stiles safe in the lake and now he was going to keep her safe in the snow. It took him less than ten minutes to get her to the cabin in the increasingly harder falling snow, but he was relieved to find that the place was empty. There were some things on the floor, and he wondered if someone was staying there but was out. Regardless, she was inside and out of the crappy cold weather. Which meant he needed to get her dry so she could transform back into human-form. He wasn’t sure if that would happen on its own once she was dry or if she had to be conscious, but currently, she most definitely wasn’t conscious. That couldn’t be a good thing, right? He carried Rikki into the bedroom in the back of the cabin, relieved to see an actual bed there. He gently laid her on the mattress, glancing briefly at the pile of clothes on the floor. He needed to find something to dry her off with, so he picked up the shirt that was on top and gently began to dry Rikki’s face and arms. He paused when his hand brushed her forehead and he felt how hot she was. Fever, he realized, growing worried. What the hell did a person do when a mermaid got sick anyway? He was clueless. But he spotted Tate’s journal and chewed the inside of his cheek. He might be clueless, but he knew someone who wasn’t. He picked it up and grabbed a pen before beginning to write. |