All Shades of Blue

25

Season Three

Scott and Stiles made their way to the tattoo parlor as Scott wanted to get a tattoo. The tattooist looked at the picture Scott handed him. "Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture."

Stiles said loudly, "Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this? Too soon? Yeah."

The tattoo image Stiles held up was huge and was so not like Scott. It looked like a lizard dragon creature.

Stiles continued. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"

"I'm not changing my mind," Scott replied.

"Okay, but why two bands?"

Scott shrugged. "I just like it."

Stiles frowned. "But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

"I don't think that's..."

The tattooist nodded. "He's right; tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see? He gets it," Scott said.

Stiles waved a hand at the tattoo artist. "He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally."

"Okay," the tattooist began. "You ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

Scott shook his head. "Nope."

Stiles backed away slightly. "I tend to get a little squeamish, so..."

Stiles fell to the ground.

Later, the two piled into Stiles' Jeep and Scott moaned, "Oh, man."

"You okay?" Stiles asked.

"Kinda burns."

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle."

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this."

"Oh, God!" Scott moaned again. "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off."

Scott proceeded to take the bandage off as Stiles begged, "No, no, no, no, Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop. Whoa, whoa."

"Oh, no, what?" He looked at his arm. "No, no, come on. It healed."

Stiles sighed in relief. "Ah, thank God. I hated it. Sorry."

Scott sighed and spoke of his ex. "Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer-- no texts, no calls."

Stiles glanced at Scott. "So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?"

Scott was silent for a moment and Stiles added, "I think she is. I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent."

Allison and Lydia were in the car next to them and Scott freaked out. "Oh, my God. Oh... Can we just drive, please, Stiles?"

Stiles noticed the light. "Scott, it's a red light. I think we should talk to her. I just think we should say something."

Scott shook his head. "No. No, no, Stiles, come on. Oh, my God, dude, no."

"Hey! You know, they probably didn't see us."

"What are you doing?" he asked as the light turned green.

"I'm driving."

"We're right behind them."