❝i'm a supernatural battery charge,
you could say.❞
- juliette fosters may or may not
still be in love with stiles stilinski,
which makes living with him infinitely
more complicated.
[2020]
[ book 2 of 3 ]
[ season four ]
book 1: amateur detective...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"HOLY SHIT." Juliette opened the shower curtain to reveal the fourteen year old freshman she tutors regularly, tied in duct tape in the bath tub unable to move. Stiles let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes at the sight. Meanwhile, Juliette stood wide eyed with her jaw hanging, trying to think of any scenario that would end up with Scott kidnapping Liam. Liam twisted in his place, muffled noises escaping him. With a sharp exhale, Stiles closed the curtain.
The three flopped onto the bed, facing the wall. "So..." Scott gulped. "I bit him."
"You what?" Juliette got off the bed in shock, facing the two teenage boys. "And you thought kidnapping him was the best idea?"
"I panicked!"
Stiles shrugged. "In Scott's defence, you were supposed to look after him."
"In my defence, you stopped me from doing so." Juliette countered, glancing at the bathroom door. "I don't think you two realise how big this is. Actually, I know you two don't realise how big this is."
"This isn't going to end with us burying parts of his body in the woods, is it?" He asked, and Liam must have overheard them because he started to cry out. "See? This is why I always come up with the plans. Because your plans suck."
"I know," Scott let out a ragged breath. "Which is why I called the two of you. So what do we do now?"
Stiles and Juliette exchanged a knowing glance. They walked to the bathroom, explaining their short term plan to the true alpha. While the two boys picked up Liam out of the bath tub, Juliette dragged a chair across the room, the duct tape ready in her hands. When they got Liam to the chair, they taped his arms behind the chair. "Okay," Juliette cleared her throat. "Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. I need you to not scream, just trust me, alright?"
Cautiously, Stiles ripped the tape off the boy's mouth. Liam groaned, glaring at the three. "Okay, Liam, I know that you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight and more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight, do you understand me?"
"I don't think even I understood that."
Liam shook his head. "Not really."
"Good, that's good." Stiles pointed at him, bobbing his head along. "Maybe you should tell him."
