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robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-12 11:42 am
robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-12 11:42 am
Jungle Nightclub | Night
So coming home once a week was going to be a thing now. Stiles wasn't happy about it, but he couldn't ignore the Team Mom aspect of his personality and not be there when his friends were putting themselves in danger. Besides Jackson was a lizard now, who wouldn't want to see how that turned out?
Scott had managed to track down the kanima downtown and Stiles followed along well...well because he was Stiles and Scott didn't have a car. Stiles caught up with Scott outside of a nightclub, a few feet away from where the bouncer was carding people.
"Did you see where he went?"
Scott shook his head. "I lost him."
"What?" Stiles asked. "You couldn't catch his scent?"
"I don't think he has one," Scott answered. "It doesn't smell like Jackson at all when he's like that."
Stiles sighed. "Alright, any clue as to where he's going?"
"To kill someone."
"Ah, that explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, that makes perfect sense now." Stiles slumped when Scott gave him a look that clearly said he wasn't amused. "Scott, I am 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Just help me find it!"
"Not it," Stiles reminded him. "Jackson!"
"I know, I know," Scott said, nodding.
"Alright but does he know that?" Stiles asked. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't think so, and Derek thinks he already passed his test anyway."
"How did he do that anyway---ohhhhhh god Scott look up." Stiles had glanced up at the roof and caught sight of the kanima's tail. "Dude, did you see that?"
Scott frowned and took a deep sniff of the air. "Armani. I know who he's after."
"What, how?" Stiles asked. "Did you smell something?"
Scott nodded and pointed towards the line outside the club where Danny was let in by the bouncer.
Scott and Stiles managed to get into the club thanks to Scott using his werewolf strength to rip the handle off the back door because there was no way their fake IDs would get them inside. The club was crowded, dance music was thumping, half-naked guys were everywhere grinding on each other--wait, what?
Stiles was immediately grabbed by the arm by a woman that was very clearly actually a man in drag and pulled into a circle of half-naked guys and other drag queens. Well. Okay. He'd roll with this.
"You are just the cutest little thing," one said, petting Stiles' hair. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Stiles," he said, giving her (her, right? He was supposed to call him a her?) a smile. "You look fantastic, I really like that dress. Neon green is a great color on you."
"You are so sweet!" she said, pinching Stiles' cheek. The facial one not the...other...one.
While Stiles was getting the numbers to at least five drag queens programmed into his phone (one of the half-naked guys fished Stiles' phone out of his pants, which caused a pretty impressive flail), Scott was wandering around a few feet away, looking confused.
"Dude, this place is full of dudes," Scott said, looking amazed. "I think we're in a gay club."
Scott turned his head to see Stiles having his cheek stroked by a person Stiles now knew as Ginger and his hair being touched by Angel, who had already made an "Touched By An Angel" reference as she did it. "Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?"
Stiles pulled himself away from his new friends (promising to call them to hang out later on) and followed Scott to the bar. Their fake ID's were turned down, of course, but Scott managed to have drink bought for him by a guy eyeing him from across the bar. Stiles frowned. Why wasn't he attractive to gay guys?
"Hey, I found Danny," Stiles said after a few moments, nodding his head towards the dance floor.
Scott didn't notice, too busy looking up at the ceiling. "I found Jackson. Get Danny."
Stiles frowned and looked up where the kanima was crawling on the ceiling. "What are you gonna do?"
Scott extended his claws.
"Works for me," Stiles said, putting his Coke down and heading out to get Danny. The club was dark and the dance floor was crowded and everyone was moving, pushing against each other. Stiles kept catching glimpses of Danny and he tried calling out his name but he couldn't be heard over the music.
Somewhere Stiles heard Scott shouting what sounded like Derek's name and before he could even process what that was all about (because, sorry Laurie, no way Derek would just be hanging out at a gay bar), several screams pierced the air. Stiles pushed his way through the crowd toward the screams and found Danny and several others on the floor paralyzed. Danny was still alive, if unmoving, and Stiles could see a trail of black blood heading out the club.
Shit, Derek must have gotten to Jackson.
Stiles ran out of the club, following the trail of blood as best he could. It seemed to be getting thicker as he headed out towards the parking lot and eventually it led him to Jackson and Scott. Jackson was unconscious and very, very naked and Scott was hovering over him, looking concerned.
Scott looked up at Stiles. "What do we do with him now?"
The answer to Scott's question was to stuff Jackson in all his nude, unconscious glory into the backseat of Stiles's jeep. Scott went over to where the paramedics were dealing with Danny while Stiles was left to make sure nobody could see Jackson laying in the backseat. Luckily Stiles had a blanket in the trunk and he used that to cover up Jackson's lap. He really didn't need Jackson's dick to be flopping around in front of him right now. Or ever.
"I couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott said as he slid into the passenger seat of the jeep.
"Okay, can we get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?"
As if on cue, a squad car pulled up to the scene. His father's squad car.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Stiles moaned. His father was already getting out of the car and was eyeing Stiles' jeep. "Can this get any worse?"
Jackson started moaning and shifting in the backseat.
"That was rhetorical!"
Scott shoved Stiles' arm. "Get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Stiles asked. "We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff!"
"Do something!"
Stiles made a frustrated noise and stumbled out of the jeep, quickly running up to greet his father. Who did not look the least bit amused.
"What are you doing here?" the Sheriff asked, sounding exasperated.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Stiles asked innocently. "It's a club! We were clubbing, you know? At the club."
The Sheriff lifted an eyebrow. "Not exactly your type of club."
Stiles clapped his hands together once and took in a deep breath. "Well, Dad, there's a conversation we should---"
"You're not gay," the Sheriff said, rolling his eyes. "Despite inviting me to your and Derek Hale's wedding a few weeks ago."
"I uh--" Stiles turned towards the jeep where Scott had clearly heard that and was now laughing at his misfortune. "I told you I only said that on a dare. And, hey! I could be gay!"
His father gave Stiles a once over. "Not dressed like that."
"What? What's wrong--" Stiles really wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with what he was wearing but his father cut him off.
"This is the second crime scene that you've happened to be at," the Sheriff said. "At this point I've been fed so many lies that I'm not sure who the kid standing in front of me is. Now what the hell is going on?"
Stiles frowned, feeling that comment jab him in the chest. He didn't enjoy lying to his father, but it was necessary to keep him safe. "Dad, I just--"
"The truth, Stiles!"
"The truth, alright. The truth is--" Stiles glanced over at saw where the paramedics were loading Danny into an ambulance. "The truth is we were here with Danny. He just broke up with his boyfriend and we were, you know, trying to take him out to get his mind off of things. That's--that's it."
The Sheriff's expression softened and he put his arm on Stiles' shoulder to give it a squeeze. "That's really good of you guys. You're good friends."
Stiles bid his father goodbye and headed back to the jeep, feeling like a complete asshole. The guilt would have to wait, however, because Stiles was driving off and they had to find a place to keep Jackson while they tried to figure something out.
"What about your house?" Stiles suggested.
"Not with my mom there!" Scott said. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough until we figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him that he's dangerous."
Stiles looked in his rearview mirror to where Jackson was unconscious in the backseat. "I still say we kill him."
"We're not killing him!"
"Ugh, fine." Stiles sighed when he realized that there was only one option here. And it figured it would come to this after he already had a guilt trip from his father tonight. "Okay, I've got an idea."
"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.
Stiles glared over at Scott. "By now don't you think that's a given?"
"I was just trying to be optimistic."
"Don't bother!"
[Long post is long. Taken from Teen Wolf 2x06 "Frenemy" NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
Scott had managed to track down the kanima downtown and Stiles followed along well...well because he was Stiles and Scott didn't have a car. Stiles caught up with Scott outside of a nightclub, a few feet away from where the bouncer was carding people.
"Did you see where he went?"
Scott shook his head. "I lost him."
"What?" Stiles asked. "You couldn't catch his scent?"
"I don't think he has one," Scott answered. "It doesn't smell like Jackson at all when he's like that."
Stiles sighed. "Alright, any clue as to where he's going?"
"To kill someone."
"Ah, that explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, that makes perfect sense now." Stiles slumped when Scott gave him a look that clearly said he wasn't amused. "Scott, I am 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Just help me find it!"
"Not it," Stiles reminded him. "Jackson!"
"I know, I know," Scott said, nodding.
"Alright but does he know that?" Stiles asked. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't think so, and Derek thinks he already passed his test anyway."
"How did he do that anyway---ohhhhhh god Scott look up." Stiles had glanced up at the roof and caught sight of the kanima's tail. "Dude, did you see that?"
Scott frowned and took a deep sniff of the air. "Armani. I know who he's after."
"What, how?" Stiles asked. "Did you smell something?"
Scott nodded and pointed towards the line outside the club where Danny was let in by the bouncer.
Scott and Stiles managed to get into the club thanks to Scott using his werewolf strength to rip the handle off the back door because there was no way their fake IDs would get them inside. The club was crowded, dance music was thumping, half-naked guys were everywhere grinding on each other--wait, what?
Stiles was immediately grabbed by the arm by a woman that was very clearly actually a man in drag and pulled into a circle of half-naked guys and other drag queens. Well. Okay. He'd roll with this.
"You are just the cutest little thing," one said, petting Stiles' hair. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Stiles," he said, giving her (her, right? He was supposed to call him a her?) a smile. "You look fantastic, I really like that dress. Neon green is a great color on you."
"You are so sweet!" she said, pinching Stiles' cheek. The facial one not the...other...one.
While Stiles was getting the numbers to at least five drag queens programmed into his phone (one of the half-naked guys fished Stiles' phone out of his pants, which caused a pretty impressive flail), Scott was wandering around a few feet away, looking confused.
"Dude, this place is full of dudes," Scott said, looking amazed. "I think we're in a gay club."
Scott turned his head to see Stiles having his cheek stroked by a person Stiles now knew as Ginger and his hair being touched by Angel, who had already made an "Touched By An Angel" reference as she did it. "Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?"
Stiles pulled himself away from his new friends (promising to call them to hang out later on) and followed Scott to the bar. Their fake ID's were turned down, of course, but Scott managed to have drink bought for him by a guy eyeing him from across the bar. Stiles frowned. Why wasn't he attractive to gay guys?
"Hey, I found Danny," Stiles said after a few moments, nodding his head towards the dance floor.
Scott didn't notice, too busy looking up at the ceiling. "I found Jackson. Get Danny."
Stiles frowned and looked up where the kanima was crawling on the ceiling. "What are you gonna do?"
Scott extended his claws.
"Works for me," Stiles said, putting his Coke down and heading out to get Danny. The club was dark and the dance floor was crowded and everyone was moving, pushing against each other. Stiles kept catching glimpses of Danny and he tried calling out his name but he couldn't be heard over the music.
Somewhere Stiles heard Scott shouting what sounded like Derek's name and before he could even process what that was all about (because, sorry Laurie, no way Derek would just be hanging out at a gay bar), several screams pierced the air. Stiles pushed his way through the crowd toward the screams and found Danny and several others on the floor paralyzed. Danny was still alive, if unmoving, and Stiles could see a trail of black blood heading out the club.
Shit, Derek must have gotten to Jackson.
Stiles ran out of the club, following the trail of blood as best he could. It seemed to be getting thicker as he headed out towards the parking lot and eventually it led him to Jackson and Scott. Jackson was unconscious and very, very naked and Scott was hovering over him, looking concerned.
Scott looked up at Stiles. "What do we do with him now?"
The answer to Scott's question was to stuff Jackson in all his nude, unconscious glory into the backseat of Stiles's jeep. Scott went over to where the paramedics were dealing with Danny while Stiles was left to make sure nobody could see Jackson laying in the backseat. Luckily Stiles had a blanket in the trunk and he used that to cover up Jackson's lap. He really didn't need Jackson's dick to be flopping around in front of him right now. Or ever.
"I couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott said as he slid into the passenger seat of the jeep.
"Okay, can we get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?"
As if on cue, a squad car pulled up to the scene. His father's squad car.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Stiles moaned. His father was already getting out of the car and was eyeing Stiles' jeep. "Can this get any worse?"
Jackson started moaning and shifting in the backseat.
"That was rhetorical!"
Scott shoved Stiles' arm. "Get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Stiles asked. "We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff!"
"Do something!"
Stiles made a frustrated noise and stumbled out of the jeep, quickly running up to greet his father. Who did not look the least bit amused.
"What are you doing here?" the Sheriff asked, sounding exasperated.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Stiles asked innocently. "It's a club! We were clubbing, you know? At the club."
The Sheriff lifted an eyebrow. "Not exactly your type of club."
Stiles clapped his hands together once and took in a deep breath. "Well, Dad, there's a conversation we should---"
"You're not gay," the Sheriff said, rolling his eyes. "Despite inviting me to your and Derek Hale's wedding a few weeks ago."
"I uh--" Stiles turned towards the jeep where Scott had clearly heard that and was now laughing at his misfortune. "I told you I only said that on a dare. And, hey! I could be gay!"
His father gave Stiles a once over. "Not dressed like that."
"What? What's wrong--" Stiles really wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with what he was wearing but his father cut him off.
"This is the second crime scene that you've happened to be at," the Sheriff said. "At this point I've been fed so many lies that I'm not sure who the kid standing in front of me is. Now what the hell is going on?"
Stiles frowned, feeling that comment jab him in the chest. He didn't enjoy lying to his father, but it was necessary to keep him safe. "Dad, I just--"
"The truth, Stiles!"
"The truth, alright. The truth is--" Stiles glanced over at saw where the paramedics were loading Danny into an ambulance. "The truth is we were here with Danny. He just broke up with his boyfriend and we were, you know, trying to take him out to get his mind off of things. That's--that's it."
The Sheriff's expression softened and he put his arm on Stiles' shoulder to give it a squeeze. "That's really good of you guys. You're good friends."
Stiles bid his father goodbye and headed back to the jeep, feeling like a complete asshole. The guilt would have to wait, however, because Stiles was driving off and they had to find a place to keep Jackson while they tried to figure something out.
"What about your house?" Stiles suggested.
"Not with my mom there!" Scott said. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough until we figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him that he's dangerous."
Stiles looked in his rearview mirror to where Jackson was unconscious in the backseat. "I still say we kill him."
"We're not killing him!"
"Ugh, fine." Stiles sighed when he realized that there was only one option here. And it figured it would come to this after he already had a guilt trip from his father tonight. "Okay, I've got an idea."
"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.
Stiles glared over at Scott. "By now don't you think that's a given?"
"I was just trying to be optimistic."
"Don't bother!"
[Long post is long. Taken from Teen Wolf 2x06 "Frenemy" NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]