Well, his heart rate was going a bit faster as he approached the door, so it might have been easy to make that mistake.
He stood in front of the closed door for a few moments, listening to the clacking of heels on tile from inside the bathroom. Derek was downstairs and Mike had a bathroom of his own...Stiles liked to think Derek would have said something if he had a lady friend over. He tapped lightly on the door, just in case, but somehow wasn't surprised when there was no answer.
Stiles frowned. He was filled with this overwhelming feeling that the door should stay closed, but not investigating went against everything he was as a Stilinski. So he took in a steadying breath and pushed open the door slowly...
...only to find an empty bathroom. Stiles rolled his eyes at himself and his dramatics, immediately moving to push open the shower curtain in a fit of "you're an idiot, Stilinski, just get this over with". Nothing there too.
Shoulders slumping as the fear of danger passed, Stiles shook his head at himself. Derek had probably turned on the TV or something and the sound filtered up.
Turning to go back to the bedroom, Stiles found himself face to face with Jennifer Blake. Her throat was still bleeding from where Deucalion ripped it out, but she was smiling at Stiles.
"Should have kept the door closed, Stiles," she said, shoving at Stiles' shoulders.
Stiles screamed and fell down to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder.
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He stood in front of the closed door for a few moments, listening to the clacking of heels on tile from inside the bathroom. Derek was downstairs and Mike had a bathroom of his own...Stiles liked to think Derek would have said something if he had a lady friend over. He tapped lightly on the door, just in case, but somehow wasn't surprised when there was no answer.
Stiles frowned. He was filled with this overwhelming feeling that the door should stay closed, but not investigating went against everything he was as a Stilinski. So he took in a steadying breath and pushed open the door slowly...
...only to find an empty bathroom. Stiles rolled his eyes at himself and his dramatics, immediately moving to push open the shower curtain in a fit of "you're an idiot, Stilinski, just get this over with". Nothing there too.
Shoulders slumping as the fear of danger passed, Stiles shook his head at himself. Derek had probably turned on the TV or something and the sound filtered up.
Turning to go back to the bedroom, Stiles found himself face to face with Jennifer Blake. Her throat was still bleeding from where Deucalion ripped it out, but she was smiling at Stiles.
"Should have kept the door closed, Stiles," she said, shoving at Stiles' shoulders.
Stiles screamed and fell down to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder.