Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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ALONE IN THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, Stiles, Scott, and Luna crowd around Stiles's phone to listen to Allison's voice over the speaker.
"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him."
"Or doesn't remember." Scott suggests.
Stiles sighs, "What if it's the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?"
Luna nods, "A fugue state. He'd have to forget everything. The murder, coming home..."
"Getting rid of the blood..." Allison adds.
"But he had help with one thing. The video."
Scott nods agreeing with Stiles, "Someone else helped him forget that..." Scott looks up from Stiles's phone, "Whoever's controlling him."
"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks.
"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf, and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing."
Luna frowns, "So do we try to convince him he's not?"
"If it helps us figure out who's controlling him, then yeah."
"You think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asks frowning through the phone.
"Yeah. Totally." Stiles turns to Scott, "Right?"
After finishing the call with Allison, Stiles, Luna, and Scott sit at a table in the interrogation room, listening to Stilinski who reads from a clipboard.
"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him psychologically," Peeking up over the clipboard Noah looks at Luna, "Or physically."
Luna snorts, "Welp there goes my Saturday plans."
Stiles chuckles uneasily watching his dad's raised eyebrow, "She's kidding. Tell him you're kidding."
Luna sighs rolling her eyes then glares at Jackson, "Sure."
Stilinski glances to Mr. Whittemore who nods with satisfaction. Beside them, Melissa McCall simply tries to keep her weary head propped up with a hand. Fallen stands looking uncomfortable seeing that she knew of the situation and what her niece and her nieces' friends were going through.
Stiles raises his hand, "What about school?"
"You can attend classes while maintaining a fifty foot distance."
"What if we both have to go to the bathroom at the same time, and there's only two stalls right next to each other?"
Stilinski aims a glare of white-hot rage at his son as Luna bursts out laughing. Fallen clears her throat making Luna roll her eyes and huff.
