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eleven: Whittemore men are dickheads

ROWAN, SCOTT, AND STILES WERE ALL IN THE SHERIFF'S STATION.

The past day or so with Jackson had been hectic, to say the least.

Stiles had come up with the "oh so genius" idea to stick Jackson in the back of a police van while Scott, Rowan, and Allison attended school like everything was normal.

Stiles had tried to help Jackson understand his kanima situation but as usual, Jackson was stubborn and didn't believe a word they said.

And yet the authorities still somehow found out about Jackson's where about so they had t keep moving locations of the truck.

Long story short, Jackson managed to escape and now three teenagers had to answer to Noah Stilinski

"Maybe let Rowan do the talking," Scott said as the front desk officer buzzed in the three teens.

"What why?" Stiles asked aghast.

"I mean, he does like me more.' Rowan shrugged. Stiles just shot the siblings an incredulous look as they walked vet to Noah's office.

"Now that the most utterly insane thing I've-"

The three teens froze in their tracks when they saw that they were already in Noah's office.

There and wearing Noah's sheriff's jacket and a smug grin, was Jackson freaking Whittemore.

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Noah had shifted the teens to a random office while they got an interrogation room ready and waited for Mellissa to arrive.

Rowan and Scott were not looking forward to that conversation with their mother.

"If Jackson doesnt know what he's doing he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison's voice came through the speaker of Stile's phone.

Amazingly, Lydia was able to translate some of the bestiary pages and Allison called them right away with whatever information they had.

"Or he doesn't remember," Rowan said thoughtfully as she stood behind the desk behind Stiles, Scott paced back and forth in front of them.

" What if it's the same thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asked.

"A fugue state?" Allison asked.

"It would make sense. He would forget the murder." Rowan said as she frowned in thought.

"Getting rid of the blood. " Scott added.

"But he had help with one thing though, the video. Maybe someone else helped him forget that." Stiles pointed out.

"Whoever's controlling him." the twins said in unison.

"Are we sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked.

"He still thinks he's becoming a werewolf and somehow being with Lydia delayed the whole thing."

"Men." Rowan snorted.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out whos controlling him then yeah." Scott nodded.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked. The trio exchanged winces.

"Yeah, it's us. he'll talk to us." Stiles tried to shrug, but the twins just held solemn looks.

"Right?"

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"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically. " Noah recited.