OᑭEᑎ ᗯOᑌᑎᗪ ◎ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕠𝕟 ◎

Chapter 12

"Get rid of him." Scott said to Stiles. "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff." Stiles argued. Scott made the motion of running his hands through his hair but stopped. "Do something." He shot back. Stiles clambered out of the blue Jeep. "Hey." Stiles said to his dad. "What's--What's going on?" Jackson mumbled. "Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott whispered to him pushing him down. "What're you doing here?" The sheriff asked Stiles. "What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club. It's a club. We were clubbing, you know? At the club." Stiles answered awkwardly. The sheriff looked at the club and back at his son. "Not exactly your type of club." Sheriff told him. Lizzie let out a muffled laugh. "Uh...Well, dad...There's a conversation that--" Stiles started. "--You're not gay." Sheriff interrupted. "Wha--I could be." Stiles argued. "Not dressed like that." Sheriff countered looking down at his son's clothes. "Well, what's--" Stiles started before the Sheriff started walking. He stopped him. "Uh..." He started. Jackson groaned again. "Jackson, be quiet." Scott told him. "This is the second crime scene that you just happen to have shown up on. And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on?" Sheriff ranted.

"What's happening?" Jackson asked sitting up. "Jackson, I'm sorry, but..." Scott told him before he slammed his fist into Jackson's face knocking him out. Scott shook his hand with an exclaim of brief pain. "Oh!" He mumbled looking back at the front windshield. "Hey." He said waving his hand as he smiled with a chuckle at Stiles and the Sheriff that were staring at him. "Dad, I-I--" Stiles started. "The truth, Stiles." Sheriff demanded. "Sometimes the truth isn't exactly what you need to hear." Alaric whispered watching the event unfold. "The truth, all right. Well, the truth is we were here with Danny. Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's--that's it." Stiles explained. "Damn. He's a really good liar." Rafael stated. "Well, that's really good of you guys." Sheriff answered. "You're good friends." Sheriff added as Scott let out a sigh as Stiles got into the Jeep and they drove off.

We stood on the side of the road going the same speed as the Jeep, watching the memories continue on like a movie. "Uh, what about your house?" Stiles  asked Scott. "Not with my mom there." Scott argued. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him." Scott added. "Or long enough to convince him that he's dangerous." He added again. "I still say we just kill him." Stiles suggested. "Wow." Lizzie voiced crossing her arms. "We're not killing him." Scott countered. "God! F-- Okay, okay. I got an idea." Stiles voiced. "Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked him. "By now, don't you think that's a given?" Stiles argued. "I was just trying to be optimistic." Scott countered. "Don't bother." Stiles shot back. "They argue like they're married to one another." Kaleb pointed out. "Seriously?" I asked him looking at him with a roll of my eyes. "What? It's true." Kaleb stated.

We found ourselves at a police station at night. "She's on her way here." Scott said in an office with the Sheriff. "Sheriff?" Scott asked before turning around. Stiles was escorted into the office with a gun to his back before being shoved towards Scott and Sheriff. "Matt? It's Matt, right?" Sheriff asked putting his hands into the air. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." Sheriff told him. "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." Matt countered. "I know you don't want to hurt people." Sheriff said. "Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing." Matt stated. Scott quickly took his hand out of his pocket. "That--that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone." Matt voiced. "NOW!" He demanded. "Come on." Sheriff told Scott and Stiles as they placed their phones on the Sheriff's desk.