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robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-23 02:44 pm
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Random Warehouse | Night
Beacon Hills had a warehouse district that would put Fandom's to shame. Stiles didn't know what their purpose was exactly, but they worked nicely for gunfights and random raves. Both of which would happen tonight, incidentally.
Stiles was already in a pretty crappy mood thanks to his issues with his father and it didn't get any better when he pulled up to the warehouse with Scott. There were so many things that could go wrong with this plan. So, so many things.
"You okay?" Scott asked as he and Stiles got out of the jeep.
"Yeah, why?" Stiles asked. He unlocked the back of the jeep and pulled open the door so he could get out his magical fairy dust or mountain ash or whatever it is Deaton called it.
Scott shrugged. "You just didn't say anything the whole way here."
"No, I'm fine," Stiles lied, not caring if Scott could tell or not. "Just help me with the other bag."
"I can't," Scott said. "You need to do it yourself, remember?"
"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles looked up at Scott to see that he wasn't paying attention to him at all. He was actually sniffing the air like a weirdo.
"No," Scott murmured. "Not here, not now!"
"Scott! Don't--!" Scott was gone, leaving Stiles alone with magical fairy dust. "Plan officially sucks!"
Sucky plan or not, it was the only plan they had, so Stiles went to it. He cut a hole in the corner of the bag of mountain ash and started making a circle around the building. He tried to not feel like a complete idiot doing it because he was supposed to believe or whatever but...he felt like a complete idiot.
He had managed to get a good portion of the circle done but it quickly became apparent that he didn't have enough mountain ash to do the whole job. "Ohhhh no, this isn't happening."
Stiles whipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed Scott's number but of course Scott didn't answer because Scott McCall was freaking incapable of answering the phone when he was actually needed. "Scott, Scott pick up now. Look, I've got like 50 feet of circle left and I'm out, okay? So you've got to get your wolf ass down here and help me because I'm standing out here and I'm all alone and--"
Stiles stopped short when he heard the distinct sound of a fight not far away. "--I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, Scott! And I'm standing here like a friggen idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust and I don't have enough, okay?!"
He hung up the phone and took in a deep breath to clear his head and stave off a panic attack. "Okay, come on, think. He said you've gotta believe. I need to believe."
Stiles looked down at the last bit of mountain ash he had in his hand. "Believe, Stiles. Just...picture it. Imagine it working, okay? Just...imagine."
He closed his eyes and started walking, letting go of mountain ash as he went. He had a picture in his mind, that the circle was complete and for once he let go of his cynicism and actually tried to picture himself doing something right.
When the last of the ash slipped out of his hands he knew that he was nowhere near the end of the circle. Stiles frowned and opened his eyes, expecting only disappointment. But when he opened them he saw the circle was complete. It had finished itself somehow.
"YES! Yeeees!" Stiles fistpumped and laughed, jumping up on top of a car...and then quickly sliding back down when the alarm went off.
A few minutes later he got a call from Isaac, telling him that he and Erica managed to inject Ketamine into Jackson and that they had him in another portion of the warehouse. Stiles got there quickly, pushing his way into the room and narrowly avoided a swipe of claws from Erica.
"No, no, no! It's just me, it's just meeee," Stiles said with a bit of a flail. He looked over to where Jackson was sitting in a metal chair, seemingly unconscious. "Is he okay?"
Isaac approached Jackson and flicked his claws out. "Only one way to find out."
He took a swipe at Jackson with his claws but Jackson lashed out, grabbing Isaac's wrist even though his eyes were closed. With a twist of his arm, he broke Isaac's wrist. Even Stiles could hear the bones crack.
"Okay, nobody does anything like that again!" Stiles shouted as Isaac made his way back to the other side of the room, hissing in pain. "Does everyone understand that?"
"I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out!" Isaac said, wincing as the bones in his arm started to put themselves back together.
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get," Stiles said. "So let's just hope whoever is controlling Jackson decided to show up tonight."
As if on cue, Jackson's eyes fluttered open. He looked just like he did in the library when he wrote on the chalkboard, eyes open but not really seeing anything.
"I'm here," Jackson said, his voice sounding like a mix of his own and someone else's. "I'm right here with you."
That was creepy as hell, but it didn't stop Stiles from moving forward, crouching down slightly so he was meeting Jackson's eyes. Erica and Isaac kept their distance and Stiles spared a brief thought as to how ridiculous it was that he was the one handling this situation. He wasn't the werewolf here.
"Jackson," Stiles started. "Is that you?"
Jackson didn't even look at Stiles, instead focusing off somewhere in the distance like he could see beyond the room. "Us. We're all here."
Again with the creepy. "Are you the one killing people?"
"We're the ones killing murderers."
Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "So the one's you've killed so far..."
"Deserved it," Jackson said with a little sneer.
"See we've got a little rule book," Stiles said. "That says you only go after murderers."
"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied."
It didn't make any sense. The mechanic, the trailer park couple, Isaac's dad and the club owner were all murderers? No way Beacon Hills was that screwed up. "Alright, so all the people you're killing are all murderers then?"
"All of them," Jackson answered. "Each and every one."
"Well who did they murder?" Stiles asked.
"Me."
Stiles jerked his head up, not expecting that answer at all. "Wait, what, what do you mean?"
"They murdered me," Jackson hissed, his eyes going reptilian and scales starting to appear on his skin. "They murdered me!"
"Okay, more Ketamine," Stiles said, scrambling back towards Erica and Isaac. "The man needs more Ketamine!"
"We don't have anymore!" Isaac said, lifting up the empty glass vial.
"You used the whole bottle?!" Stiles shouted. He turned when he felt Erica tap on his shoulder and pointed across the room.
Jackson was half-kanima'd out and standing up from his chair, hissing loudly.
"Okay, out!" Stiles said, pushing Erica and Isaac towards the door. "Everybody out!"
Once everyone was out of the room, Stiles shut the door. "Get something to block the door!"
Before anyone could even move to do that there was a screeching of twisting metal. Jackson was full on kanima now and had managed to claw open the side of the warehouse. Stiles put his arms out to protect Erica and Isaac (and would not think about what the hell he was thinking there until later), but Jackson passed them completely, heading towards where the rave was.
Erica and Isaac went after the kanima, and Stiles headed back to the front of the club, where he met up with Derek. He looked a little worse for the wear but there was no time to comment on it.
"Hey, we kind of, um, lost Jackson inside? But it's--" Stiles stopped mid-sentence when he saw Erica and Isaac leaving the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they approached the circle. Isaac bent down and held his hand out, yanking it back when he felt the barrier.
"Oh my god, it's working!" Stiles said, jumping and looking proud of himself. "This is--yes! I did something!"
He probably could have celebrated that he did something right for once more but he was interrupted when a howl pierced the air.
Derek frowned. "Scott."
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Break the circle," Derek ordered.
"What? No way!" He worked hard on that thing!
"Scott's dying!"
Stiles shook his head. "Okay, what, how do you know that?"
"Stiles, I just know!" Derek said. "Break it!"
Stiles made a little growling noise as he bent down and moved his hands to break the circle. Derek's hands pressed into his shoulders for a moment (Stiles guessed that was Derek for 'thank you') before he ran inside the warehouse.
A few minutes later Derek sent a text saying he had Scott and was taking him to Deaton's and not to come until he gives the okay. Of course there wasn't anymore detail than that and when Stiles tried to call for more information he was ignored. He kicked one of the jeep's tires out of frustration, completely forgetting that Erica and Isaac were there until one of them spoke up.
"Boyd took the Camaro," Isaac said awkwardly.
Stiles sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah, okay. Get in, I'll take you guys home."
The night had been epically shitty, but being useful, even if it was just giving Erica and Isaac a lift home, made things a little bit better. He was still arranging for a portal back to Fandom as soon as he was sure Scott would be okay. Beacon Hills was beginning to feel less and less like home these days.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 2x08 "Raving". NFI, NFB but OOC is okay]
Stiles was already in a pretty crappy mood thanks to his issues with his father and it didn't get any better when he pulled up to the warehouse with Scott. There were so many things that could go wrong with this plan. So, so many things.
"You okay?" Scott asked as he and Stiles got out of the jeep.
"Yeah, why?" Stiles asked. He unlocked the back of the jeep and pulled open the door so he could get out his magical fairy dust or mountain ash or whatever it is Deaton called it.
Scott shrugged. "You just didn't say anything the whole way here."
"No, I'm fine," Stiles lied, not caring if Scott could tell or not. "Just help me with the other bag."
"I can't," Scott said. "You need to do it yourself, remember?"
"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles looked up at Scott to see that he wasn't paying attention to him at all. He was actually sniffing the air like a weirdo.
"No," Scott murmured. "Not here, not now!"
"Scott! Don't--!" Scott was gone, leaving Stiles alone with magical fairy dust. "Plan officially sucks!"
Sucky plan or not, it was the only plan they had, so Stiles went to it. He cut a hole in the corner of the bag of mountain ash and started making a circle around the building. He tried to not feel like a complete idiot doing it because he was supposed to believe or whatever but...he felt like a complete idiot.
He had managed to get a good portion of the circle done but it quickly became apparent that he didn't have enough mountain ash to do the whole job. "Ohhhh no, this isn't happening."
Stiles whipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed Scott's number but of course Scott didn't answer because Scott McCall was freaking incapable of answering the phone when he was actually needed. "Scott, Scott pick up now. Look, I've got like 50 feet of circle left and I'm out, okay? So you've got to get your wolf ass down here and help me because I'm standing out here and I'm all alone and--"
Stiles stopped short when he heard the distinct sound of a fight not far away. "--I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, Scott! And I'm standing here like a friggen idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust and I don't have enough, okay?!"
He hung up the phone and took in a deep breath to clear his head and stave off a panic attack. "Okay, come on, think. He said you've gotta believe. I need to believe."
Stiles looked down at the last bit of mountain ash he had in his hand. "Believe, Stiles. Just...picture it. Imagine it working, okay? Just...imagine."
He closed his eyes and started walking, letting go of mountain ash as he went. He had a picture in his mind, that the circle was complete and for once he let go of his cynicism and actually tried to picture himself doing something right.
When the last of the ash slipped out of his hands he knew that he was nowhere near the end of the circle. Stiles frowned and opened his eyes, expecting only disappointment. But when he opened them he saw the circle was complete. It had finished itself somehow.
"YES! Yeeees!" Stiles fistpumped and laughed, jumping up on top of a car...and then quickly sliding back down when the alarm went off.
A few minutes later he got a call from Isaac, telling him that he and Erica managed to inject Ketamine into Jackson and that they had him in another portion of the warehouse. Stiles got there quickly, pushing his way into the room and narrowly avoided a swipe of claws from Erica.
"No, no, no! It's just me, it's just meeee," Stiles said with a bit of a flail. He looked over to where Jackson was sitting in a metal chair, seemingly unconscious. "Is he okay?"
Isaac approached Jackson and flicked his claws out. "Only one way to find out."
He took a swipe at Jackson with his claws but Jackson lashed out, grabbing Isaac's wrist even though his eyes were closed. With a twist of his arm, he broke Isaac's wrist. Even Stiles could hear the bones crack.
"Okay, nobody does anything like that again!" Stiles shouted as Isaac made his way back to the other side of the room, hissing in pain. "Does everyone understand that?"
"I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out!" Isaac said, wincing as the bones in his arm started to put themselves back together.
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get," Stiles said. "So let's just hope whoever is controlling Jackson decided to show up tonight."
As if on cue, Jackson's eyes fluttered open. He looked just like he did in the library when he wrote on the chalkboard, eyes open but not really seeing anything.
"I'm here," Jackson said, his voice sounding like a mix of his own and someone else's. "I'm right here with you."
That was creepy as hell, but it didn't stop Stiles from moving forward, crouching down slightly so he was meeting Jackson's eyes. Erica and Isaac kept their distance and Stiles spared a brief thought as to how ridiculous it was that he was the one handling this situation. He wasn't the werewolf here.
"Jackson," Stiles started. "Is that you?"
Jackson didn't even look at Stiles, instead focusing off somewhere in the distance like he could see beyond the room. "Us. We're all here."
Again with the creepy. "Are you the one killing people?"
"We're the ones killing murderers."
Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "So the one's you've killed so far..."
"Deserved it," Jackson said with a little sneer.
"See we've got a little rule book," Stiles said. "That says you only go after murderers."
"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied."
It didn't make any sense. The mechanic, the trailer park couple, Isaac's dad and the club owner were all murderers? No way Beacon Hills was that screwed up. "Alright, so all the people you're killing are all murderers then?"
"All of them," Jackson answered. "Each and every one."
"Well who did they murder?" Stiles asked.
"Me."
Stiles jerked his head up, not expecting that answer at all. "Wait, what, what do you mean?"
"They murdered me," Jackson hissed, his eyes going reptilian and scales starting to appear on his skin. "They murdered me!"
"Okay, more Ketamine," Stiles said, scrambling back towards Erica and Isaac. "The man needs more Ketamine!"
"We don't have anymore!" Isaac said, lifting up the empty glass vial.
"You used the whole bottle?!" Stiles shouted. He turned when he felt Erica tap on his shoulder and pointed across the room.
Jackson was half-kanima'd out and standing up from his chair, hissing loudly.
"Okay, out!" Stiles said, pushing Erica and Isaac towards the door. "Everybody out!"
Once everyone was out of the room, Stiles shut the door. "Get something to block the door!"
Before anyone could even move to do that there was a screeching of twisting metal. Jackson was full on kanima now and had managed to claw open the side of the warehouse. Stiles put his arms out to protect Erica and Isaac (and would not think about what the hell he was thinking there until later), but Jackson passed them completely, heading towards where the rave was.
Erica and Isaac went after the kanima, and Stiles headed back to the front of the club, where he met up with Derek. He looked a little worse for the wear but there was no time to comment on it.
"Hey, we kind of, um, lost Jackson inside? But it's--" Stiles stopped mid-sentence when he saw Erica and Isaac leaving the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they approached the circle. Isaac bent down and held his hand out, yanking it back when he felt the barrier.
"Oh my god, it's working!" Stiles said, jumping and looking proud of himself. "This is--yes! I did something!"
He probably could have celebrated that he did something right for once more but he was interrupted when a howl pierced the air.
Derek frowned. "Scott."
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Break the circle," Derek ordered.
"What? No way!" He worked hard on that thing!
"Scott's dying!"
Stiles shook his head. "Okay, what, how do you know that?"
"Stiles, I just know!" Derek said. "Break it!"
Stiles made a little growling noise as he bent down and moved his hands to break the circle. Derek's hands pressed into his shoulders for a moment (Stiles guessed that was Derek for 'thank you') before he ran inside the warehouse.
A few minutes later Derek sent a text saying he had Scott and was taking him to Deaton's and not to come until he gives the okay. Of course there wasn't anymore detail than that and when Stiles tried to call for more information he was ignored. He kicked one of the jeep's tires out of frustration, completely forgetting that Erica and Isaac were there until one of them spoke up.
"Boyd took the Camaro," Isaac said awkwardly.
Stiles sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah, okay. Get in, I'll take you guys home."
The night had been epically shitty, but being useful, even if it was just giving Erica and Isaac a lift home, made things a little bit better. He was still arranging for a portal back to Fandom as soon as he was sure Scott would be okay. Beacon Hills was beginning to feel less and less like home these days.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 2x08 "Raving". NFI, NFB but OOC is okay]