Beacon Hills | Night then Day

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had been hanging out with Scott, catching up on some bro time that didn't involve murder when Lydia called. She had gone through another trance and ended up at the high school, which generally meant something terrible happened there. So much for bro time

Stiles Stilinski	When the two got to the school they found Allison waiting for them. "Where is she?"
Allison Argent	"Over here," Allison said, leading them to where Lydia was pacing worriedly. The school looked dark, but that didn't mean there wasn't anybody in there. The high school had the worst security ever.
Lydia Martin	Lydia looked like a wreck, completely unlike the hyper perfect persona she liked to portray. "It's the same thing, the same thing as the pool. I got to the car, heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And...you told me to call you if there was a dead body."
Stiles Stilinski	"You found a dead body?!" How was this even their lives?
Lydia Martin	"Well not yet."
Stiles Stilinski	"Not yet? What do you mean not yet?" Stiles asked. "Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."
Lydia Martin	"Oh no, I'm not doing that again, you find the dead body from now on!" Lydia snapped.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles flailed his hands around in frustration. "How are we supposed to find a dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body!" He couldn't even find Laura's dead body that one time he was looking for it!
Scott McCall	"Guys!" Scott called. "I found the dead body."
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles frowned and moved past Lydia to where Scott was standing. Sure enough, there was a dead body placed over the sign that read "Beacon Hills High School". Even worse, Stiles recognized who it was. Tara, one of his father's deputies. She used to help him with his math homework. That was another friend dead because of the darach.

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Scott McCall	The next day Scott met up with Stiles in the school hallway after Ms. Blake's class. Stiles had to be there anyway to snoop on his dad's investigation of the murder. So many had happened this year that nobody even bothered to close the place, but there was a memorial concert that evening to mourn the dead. "We need to find Ethan. I think I can get him to talk."
Stiles Stilinski	Well that sounded stupid. "Why would you want to do that for?"
Scott McCall	"The Druids are emissaries, right?" Scott said. "What if the darach was an emissary to the alphas?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe we've gotten to the point where the sentence 'what if the darach was an emissary to the alphas' makes sense to me," Stiles said, shaking his head. "Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."
Scott McCall	"What's that?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Going through Aiden." The 'duh' was implied. "They're always together. How are we going to separate them?"
Scott McCall	Scott pressed his lips together as he tried to think of something. And then a flash of red hair walked by him. "Oh! Lydia!"
Lydia Martin	Lydia turned on her heel, sighing. This couldn't be a good thing. "What now?"
Scott McCall	Once Lydia was off distracting Aiden (something she was not happy about), Scott and Stiles managed to corner Ethan in one of the less crowded hallways. Ethan was being more difficult than Scott anticipated.
Ethan	"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend, how do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" Ethan asked, glancing over at Stiles.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles was really get tired of these freaking alphas not taking him seriously. So he decided to act like a dick, just because it seemed to be a language they understood. " Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me?" Stiles asked, standing up a bit straighter. "You know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna break an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it up in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking--
Scott McCall	"Whoa, whoa, Stiles! Okay, we get it," Scott said, getting between Stiles and Ethan. "We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. I think if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."
Ethan	Ethan shook his head. "You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas."
Scott McCall	Scott looked confused. "What were you?"
Ethan	"Omegas," Ethan answered. "In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat. Last to eat, the one that has to take the abuse from rest of the pack."
Stiles Stilinski	Huh. Why weren't they doing that to Jackson back in Fandom? "So you were the bitches of the pack." Eloquent as always, Stiles.
Scott McCall	"What happened?" Scott asked, showing more sympathy than Stiles was.
Ethan	"They were killers," Ethan explained. "People talk about us like we're monsters, but they were the ones that gave us the reputation and our alpha was the worst of them."
Stiles Stilinski	"Why didn't you guys fight back?" Stiles asked. "Form Voltron wolf, kick everyone's asses?"
Ethan	"We couldn't! We didn't know how to control it back then!" Ethan said.
Scott McCall	"Deucalion taught you."
Ethan	Ethan nodded. "And then we fought, we took down the whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our alpha he was begging for his life! We tore him apart. Literally."
Scott McCall	"What about your emissary?" Scott frowned when Ethan shook his head. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
Ethan	"All of them except Deucalion's," Ethan said.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles lifted an eyebrow. "You mean Morrell?"
Ethan	Ethan opened his mouth to answer but instead hunched over, making a pained noise. He clutched at his chest, acting like someone had stabbed him.
Scott McCall	"What, what's wrong?" Scott asked worriedly. "Are you hurt?"
Ethan	Ethan shook his head. "Not me. My brother."
Stiles Stilinski	With Ethan leading the way, Scott and Stiles found themselves in the locker room. Stiles didn't know what he expected to see, but it sure as hell wasn't Aiden beating the ever living hell out of Cora, throwing her across the room, while Lydia stood to the side looking terrified. Stiles immediately moved to watch over Cora while Scott and Ethan went to stop Aiden.
Ethan	"Aiden, you can't do this!" Ethan shouted, grabbing a hold of his brother's arm to keep him from hurting anybody else.
Aiden	"She came at me!" Aiden insisted.
Ethan	"It doesn't matter!" Ethan said. "Kali gave Derek until the next full moon, you can't touch him or her!" Aiden seemed to calm after that, at least enough to let Ethan drag him out of the locker room.
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles could not care less about the twins at the moment. Cora was bleeding from the head and looked to be on the brink of unconsciousness. "Guys, I think she's pretty hurt."
Cora Hale	Stiles was getting pushed away a couple seconds later by Cora. She stood up without a word and grabbed a couple of paper towels to dab at the wound on her forehead.
Scott McCall	"You okay?" Scott asked.
Lydia Martin	"She really doesn't look okay."
Cora Hale	"I'll heal." That would have been a lot more believable if she hadn't swayed a little on her feet. Cora pushed Scott and Stiles away when they tried to help steady her. "I said I'm fine."
Stiles Stilinski	"Do you realize how crazy that was?" Stiles asked. "What were you thinking, going after them?" Great, now he sounded like Derek.
Cora Hale	"I did it for Boyd," Cora snapped. "None of you were doing anything."
Scott McCall	"We're trying," Scott said quietly.
Cora Hale	"And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers, running around, thinking you can stop people from getting killed," Cora said. "All you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies." She threw the towels into the sink and stomped off.
Stiles Stilinski	"Well she's definitely a Hale," Stiles said dryly. "I'll make sure she gets home."

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Stiles Stilinski	Stiles managed to convince Cora to get into the jeep and was driving her back home when Allison called saying a teacher had been taken from the school. "So what's left?" he asked. "Philosophers?"
Allison Argent	"And guardians, which after last night might mean law enforcement, right?" Allison's voice chirped from the phone. "Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need, but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him."
Stiles Stilinski	"Okay, okay, okay, I know." Stiles hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Fuck, he knew this was inevitable but he didn't know it'd be today.
Cora Hale	"What are you going to do?" Cora asked, actually looking concerned.
Stiles Stilinski	"I'm going to tell him the truth," Stiles said. "And I'm going to need your help."
Sheriff Stilinski	About an hour later Sheriff Stilinski was sitting in Stiles' room, watching his son apparently have a nervous breakdown. And for some reason a pretty teenage girl was sitting on his bed. He was kind of nervous, like maybe Stiles was about to announce that he was about to become a grandfather.
Stiles Stilinski	"Okay, okay, okay," Stiles murmured. He could do this, he could definitely do this. Then he looked up his dad. "Oh noooooo."
Sheriff Stilinski	The Sheriff sighed. "Stiles."
Stiles Stilinski	"Dad, okay, I'm sorry," Stiles said, trying to get his thoughts together. "It's just I'm trying to figure out how to start here."
Sheriff Stilinski	"Hey, I don't really have this kind of time," he said.
Stiles Stilinski	"Ummm...for the last year, you've had all these cases you couldn't figure out, right?" Stiles said. "All the murders involving Kate Argent, and Matt killing all the people that had drowned him and all these murders now it's like---it's like you've been playing a losing game."
Sheriff Stilinski	The Sheriff frowned. "Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my son."
Stiles Stilinski	"I know, I know. Ugh." Stiles ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of an easier way to do this. A slightly stupid but workable idea came to him when his eyes settled on his old chess set. "See, but that's the reason you're losing the game, because you've never been able to see the whole board. I need to show you the whole board."
Sheriff Stilinski	Soon he was looking at a chess set with a bunch of post its on all of the pieces. There were different colors on the pieces with different names on them and none of it really made sense to Sheriff Stilinski at all. He rubbed his forehead. "Scott and Derek are...werewolves."
Stiles Stilinski	Stiles nodded. "Yes."
Sheriff Stilinski	Okay then. "And Kate Argent was a werewolf."
Stiles Stilinski	"Hunter," Stiles said, pointing at the Kate piece. "Purple is hunter."
Cora Hale	"Along with Allison and her dad," Cora chimed in.
Sheriff Stilinski	"Yeah." The Sheriff clearly wasn't believing this. "And my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a kanima."
Stiles Stilinski	"What? No, no, he's a Druid," Stiles corrected. "Well, we think."
Sheriff Stilinski	There was another sigh. This was so stupid and confusing. "So who's the kanima?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Jackson." Sort of.
Sheriff Stilinski	"No, Jackson's a werewolf." Stop being confusing, Stiles!
Stiles Stilinski	"First he was a kanima, and then Peter and Derek killed him and then he came back as a werewolf," Stiles explained. "Now he's in London." That was not any less confusing.
Sheriff Stilinski	"And you go to a school in Maryland and the reason you can get between here and there so fast is magical portals." What even. "And at your school there are different versions of Derek and Jackson, and that's the Derek that Scott keeps telling me you're dating. He lives with a stripper and a tiny dog."
Stiles Stilinski	"Yes." And he would be ignoring Cora's look of confusion because, no, he was not explaining that to her.
Sheriff Stilinski	"Now who's a da-rack?" Why was he even trying to figure this out?
Stiles Stilinski	"It's darach." That helped things, Stiles, sure. "We don't know yet."
Sheriff Stilinski	"But he was killed by werewolves."
Stiles Stilinski	"Slashed up and left for dead."
Cora Hale	"We think," Cora added.
Sheriff Stilinski	Okay this headache was turning into a full blown migraine. "Why was Jackson the kanima?"
Stiles Stilinski	"Because sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person that you are." He couldn't remember where he heard that from. Deaton? Derek? Somebody.
Sheriff Stilinski	He had about enough of this. "And what shape would a confused and angrier by the second father take?"
Stiles Stilinski	"That would be the expression you're currently wearing." Yep. That was a pretty angry dad.
Sheriff Stilinski	"Yeah!" Sheriff Stilinski said, getting up to leave. There was a murderer on the loose, he didn't really have time to listen to his son lose his mind.
Stiles Stilinski	"Wait, Dad! Daddy!" Stiles scrambled up out of his chair and put a hand on his father's shoulder. "I can prove it, okay?" He pointed over at Cora. "She's one of them--a werewolf."
Sheriff Stilinski	"Stiles, that's enough!"
Stiles Stilinski	"Just please hold on." Stiles looked back at Cora. "You ready?"
Cora Hale	Cora nodded and shakily stood up.
Stiles Stilinski	"Right, Dad, just watch this." He couldn't wait to see his dad's face once Cora wolfed out. It would be awesome. Or it'd give him a heart attack. Which would be bad.
Cora Hale	Cora stood there for a few seconds...but then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she passed out onto the floor with a loud thump.
Sheriff Stilinski	Sheriff Stilinski immediately rushed over, carefully moving Cora slightly so he could check if she was still breathing. Luckily she was, but she didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon. "Call an ambulance, Stiles."

[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x09 "The Girl Who Knew Too Much". Preplayed with...myself. While Elaine watched. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. I'm sorry for the next 4 days]