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robinonadderall ([personal profile] robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-22 09:55 am

Beacon Hills High Library | Morning

Stiles should have been spending today watching the Godfather marathon on AMC and stuffing his face full of fatty food but, no, he was back in Beacon Hills where it was March. This time it was because Lydia had managed to translate the rest of the kanima's entry in the beastiary and Scott was convinced they would be able to stop Jackson soon.



Since Scott and Allison were still not seeing each other (except they were seeing each other), any communication between the two had to be done stealthily. In this case they were both in the library talking between stacks of books.

"It was everything Lydia could translate," Allison said, passing on her tablet to Scott and Stiles between the bookcase. "Trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah, what did you tell her?" Scott asked. They had been keeping Lydia in the dark about everything for...some reason. Even Stiles wasn't entirely sure why.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Allison answered, shaking her head like that was the dumbest thing in the world.

Which Stiles took offense to, naturally. "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"Oh..." Allison looked at least a little bit apologetic. "Great. That's great."

"Does it say anything about who's controlling the kanima?" Scott asked.

"Not really, just what we already know about the kanima being a weapon of vengeance," Allison said. "Here's the thing though, the kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf, but it can't be until---"

"---until it resolves that in it's past that manifests it," Scott read.

Stiles huffed out a laugh. "If that means Jackson is in need of a few thousand hours of therapy, I could have told you that myself."

"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison asked. "His real parents."

Scott nodded. "Does anyone know what actually happened to them?"

"Lydia might," Stiles said. "I could track her down and ask."

"And I'll try talking to Jackson myself," Allison said. "He doesn't have a restraining order against me."




Stiles had some sort of radar for Lydia so it didn't take him long to find her in the hallways. After some oogling of her truly fantastic legs in that tiny purple dress, he asked her about Jackson's parents.

"I'm not supposed to tell anybody," was the answer Stiles got.

"Come on, anybody who says they aren't supposed to tell anybody is dying to tell someone," Stiles said, trying to keep up with Lydia's fast pace in the hallway without falling on his face. "Tell me!"

"Why do you want to know?" she asked.

Stiles frowned. "I can't tell you that."

Lydia's eyeroll could probably be felt from down the hallway. "Then I'm not telling you."

"But you are telling me that you could tell me something...if you..wanted to...tell me?" Stiles, use your words.

"Was that a question?"

"It felt like a question," Stiles answered.

"Well tell me if this feels like an answer: No." Lydia shot off down the hall as fast as her tiny heeled legs would take her.

"Lydia? Lydia, come on, wait--" Stiles couldn't even attempt to run after Lydia because Erica felt the need to slam him into the nearest wall. Must have been taking lessons from Derek. "Erica, hi. I'm flattered but I have a boyfriend."

Or fake boyfriend. Whatever, it worked as an excuse.

"Why do you want to know about Jackson's real parents?" Erica asked, flicking out her claws and pressing them against Stiles' chest.

"Why are you exposing your claws on camera?" Stiles asked in return, nodding at the CCTV camera in the corner.

Erica retracted her claws with a frown. "If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about a half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

Erica had started walking off with that stupid smirk on her face that Stiles was beginning to despise. He knew that she wanted him to follow and, yes, he was going to do just that because he needed to know this stuff since they all came to the agreement that murdering Jackson wasn't going to happen.

"Do you know how they died?" Stiles asked.

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're interested." Erica stopped abruptly in the hallway by the locker room. "Oh my god, it's him isn't it?"

Stiles frowned. "Him who?"

"The test didn't work but it's still him," Erica murmured. "It's Jackson."

"You can't tell Derek, okay?" Stiles pleaded. "There's a lot more to this than you know about and just because you got the alpha bite makeover doesn't mean you can go around destroying people!"

"Why not?" Erica asked, turning to face Stiles. "That's all anybody used to do to me. You know, I used to have the worst crush on you, Stiles."

Stiles had obviously looked shocked by that revelation because Erica felt the need to continue. "Yeah you, Stiles. And you never once noticed me..."

He really wanted to carry on with that conversation, he really did, but he got a wee bit distracted by the puddle of water leaking out from under the locker room door.

"...just like you're not noticing me now," Erica said, frowning. She turned to see what his attention was focused on when suddenly the door to the locker room burst open, and Scott and Jackson came tumbling out, beating the shit out of each other.

"Scott! Scott, stop!" Stiles reached out to grab Scott while Erica pulled Jackson away and pressed him up against the wall. The noise drew the attention of Allison and Matt who came rushing down the hallway to see what the matter was. Unfortunately, it also drew the attention of the douche chemistry teacher, Mr. Harris.

"What the hell is going on, what do you idiots think you're doing?!" Harris yelled. "Jackson, calm down!"

Jackson was doing his very best to jump after Scott again but Erica had a good grip on him. The only reason Scott hadn't pulled out of Stiles' grip was because he was too busy making sad faces at Allison.

"Mr. McCall, Jackson..." Harris trailed off before turning around and pointing at everyone, including Allison and Matt. "No, all of you. Detention, 3 PM in the library."

"What?" Stiles asked. "I don't even go to school here!"

"Then why are you on school grounds, Mr. Stilinski?" Harris asked. "Either show up to detention or your father will be getting a phone call from me asking that same question."

Since he had already been enough trouble with his father lately Stiles mumbled an acknowledgement and let go of Scott. Fan-freaking-tastic. Detention on goddamn Thanksgiving.



[Taken from Teen Wolf 2x07 "Restraint" NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]