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robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-07 10:22 am
robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-07 10:22 am
Beacon Hills Cemetery | Morning
Kate Argent hadn't been Stiles' favorite person in the world due to her, um, psychotic tendencies, but even he felt kind of bad about the media frenzy surrounding her funeral. Or maybe he just felt bad that Allison had to push her way past a crowd of cameras and reporters just to mourn her aunt.
Stiles and Scott were crouched behind a tombstone, a position that allowed them to look at both Allison's family and the press. Scott gave Allison a wave and she gave him a small smile in return. It was a small affair, minus the press, with only Allison, her father and her mother being in attendance. Until an older man pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards the Argent family.
"Whoa, hey, who the hell is that?" Stiles asked, nudging Scott in the ribs.
Almost like he could hear Stiles, the old guy lifted his head up and looked straight at the tombstone they were hiding behind. Stiles almost got knocked on his ass when Scott tried to hide.
"I don't know," Scott said. "But he's definitely an Argent."
"Maybe they're here for the funeral," Stiles said, trying to be positive for Scott's sake. "What if they're from the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents, it's possible."
"You know what they are," Scott said. "Reinforcements."
Stiles was about to reluctantly agree but was suddenly grabbed from behind. He flailed and yanked off the assailant's tie before...he realized it was his dad.
"You two are unbelievable," the Sheriff said, forcing Stiles over. "Pick up my tie."
And that was how Stiles and Scott ended up in the back of a police car. Again. Scott was zoning out, which wasn't surprising, but Stiles was paying close attention to the police radio. Listening in was a hobby of his and his skills were rewarded when he heard dispatch say, "415 Adam".
The Sheriff picked up the CB. "I didn't copy that, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"
"Disturbance in a car," Stiles muttered to Scott.
Dispatch confirmed the number. "They were taking a heart attack victim to the hospital but on the way something hit them."
The Sheriff looked incredulous. "Something hit the ambulance?"
"Copy that, I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back, there's blood everywhere. I mean everywhere."
"Alright uniform, what's your 20? I'm on my way," the Sheriff said. He turned towards the back seat. "And as for you two---"
Somehow he wasn't surprised to see Scott and Stiles gone.
[Dialogue taken from Teen Wolf 2x01 "Omega". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
Stiles and Scott were crouched behind a tombstone, a position that allowed them to look at both Allison's family and the press. Scott gave Allison a wave and she gave him a small smile in return. It was a small affair, minus the press, with only Allison, her father and her mother being in attendance. Until an older man pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards the Argent family.
"Whoa, hey, who the hell is that?" Stiles asked, nudging Scott in the ribs.
Almost like he could hear Stiles, the old guy lifted his head up and looked straight at the tombstone they were hiding behind. Stiles almost got knocked on his ass when Scott tried to hide.
"I don't know," Scott said. "But he's definitely an Argent."
"Maybe they're here for the funeral," Stiles said, trying to be positive for Scott's sake. "What if they're from the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents, it's possible."
"You know what they are," Scott said. "Reinforcements."
Stiles was about to reluctantly agree but was suddenly grabbed from behind. He flailed and yanked off the assailant's tie before...he realized it was his dad.
"You two are unbelievable," the Sheriff said, forcing Stiles over. "Pick up my tie."
And that was how Stiles and Scott ended up in the back of a police car. Again. Scott was zoning out, which wasn't surprising, but Stiles was paying close attention to the police radio. Listening in was a hobby of his and his skills were rewarded when he heard dispatch say, "415 Adam".
The Sheriff picked up the CB. "I didn't copy that, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"
"Disturbance in a car," Stiles muttered to Scott.
Dispatch confirmed the number. "They were taking a heart attack victim to the hospital but on the way something hit them."
The Sheriff looked incredulous. "Something hit the ambulance?"
"Copy that, I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back, there's blood everywhere. I mean everywhere."
"Alright uniform, what's your 20? I'm on my way," the Sheriff said. He turned towards the back seat. "And as for you two---"
Somehow he wasn't surprised to see Scott and Stiles gone.
[Dialogue taken from Teen Wolf 2x01 "Omega". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]