AU: "We both work the late shift at this haunted museum"

Having the late night shift for some people might very well have been a perfectly normal, perfectly enjoyable, non-traumatic experience. But for me?Well it was about as fun as being an extra on 'Saw' or being stuck in the pit with a Rancore. Why? Well I didn't work in some nice restaurant or late night fast food place. I didn't even work in a strip club for God's sake! I worked at Beacon Hills War Museum, which was exceedingly old, exceedingly creepy, and exceedingly haunted. It was founded in 1856 and housed any and all of the town's history...

The only bright spot to working at the bloody place late into the night was my co-worker. Stiles Stilinski. He was an odd, but likable sort of man; nerdy, cute, and with enough energy to cause my usually sleep deprived self to perk up. However, there was one thing we agreed wholeheartedly on, that not only was that the museum was haunted and evil, but that we hated being there at night.

Stiles stayed because of the money. He'd moved back to Beacon Hills after university and needed something to fund him. Me? I stayed because if I left him all alone i'd feel guilty, worry about him, and (don't tell him) would miss him immensely.

He wasn't my only friend in town after moving out here from England with my family, but I enjoyed his company...and his face. Not that he needed to know that little tidbit.

He made staying at that dreadful place almost worth it. I say almost because currently I was tightly gripping a torch as I meandered down a cold, dark hallway.

The shapes of statues and figures kept causing me to jump as my light bounced off them causing shapes to play with my mind. A particularly lifelike figure of General Luna O. Wolfmann looked for a second like some sort of serial Killer with its snarling teeth. Causing me to gulp heavily and close my eyes tight. Why had I chosen to work here? I was the biggest scaredy cat in the entirety of Beacon Hills. There were two year olds braver than me.

"RAWR!" A loud yell and the jumping out of a large shadowy figure caused me to scream at a pitch only dogs could hear.

"Ahh!" I stumbled backwards, tripping over my own feet until I fell hard onto my backside against the harsh stone floor letting out an ooph as I went tumbling down.

"Oh my god-" the figure revealed itself; a pair of honey coloured eyes stared down at me amused. "That was the best scream ever, Lottie!"

"Ugh..I hate you, idiot" I grabbed the large hand offered to me, allowing him to haul me to my feet. He as such a moron. Of all the times he had to be an ass it had to be in the middle of the night when I was already so scared there was no blue left in my jeans.

"No you don't!" He was teasing me; singing out the words with a small half smile on his face. I frowned and crossed my arms leaning on one hip allowing the silence to take over.

"Don't be like that...i'm, uh, sorry for, um, scaring you like..." I continued to ignore him, looking anywhere but at him, the ground, the walls, the ceiling, eve the creepy ass statues.

"Come on, Lottie, talk to me" Once again my silence continued, until two arms twisted around my waist and lifted me up into the air. I panicked grabbing a hold of Stiles all the while yelling at him to let me go.

"Put me down!" There was something unnerving about being lifted off the ground suddenly, and I felt very much relieved when he set me back down onto my feet.

"Ha! Got you to talk"

"Nerd..." I picked my torch up off the floor where it had fallen and kept walking...this was going to be a long night, I could already tell...