Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Fury

"So, this kid's the real killer?" Mr. Stilinski asked us. After my visit with Isaac, wondering where Derek ran off too, I met up with Stiles and Scott once more to try to convince Mr. Stilinski Matt was the killer. A yearbook was opened nearby and Matt's picture was circled in red marker, his name highlighted.

"Yeah," Stiles said.

"No."

"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed exasperatedly.

"No," Mr. Stilinski repeated.

"Dad, come on! Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So, all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class."

"All right," Stiles replied sarcastically. "Okay, you're right. Sorry. Then, I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But, that doesn't prove anything," Mr. Stilinski responded irritably.

"H-"

"Scott, do you believe this?" Mr. Stilinksi interrupted. "Melody?"

"Oh," Stiles muttered, offended.

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt," Scott said.

"Yeah, look at Harris' car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris' class, they'd arrest him."

Mr. Stilinski sighed. "All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility. But give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles said. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years!" He sighed. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"We need to look at the evidence," I told him carefully. 

Mr. Stilinski scoffed. "Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles said.

He looked at Stiles incredulously. "Trust you?"

"Trust..." Stiles' eyes wandered to me. "Trust Melody...? Or Scott?"

"Melody, I trust," Mr. Stilinski said. "And Scott."

We drove down to the Sheriff's Station, walking in together. While Mr. Stilinski talked to the deputy on duty, explaining why we were here at two in the morning, the three of us made a plan.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles said  quietly.

"Why?" Scott replied.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, remember?" I said.

Scott nodded. "The pregnant girl, Jessica."

"Yeah, since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him," Stiles said.

"Thank you," I heard Mr. Stilinski say. "Melody, boys."

We walked into a room and pulled up the hospital camera footage from the day Jessica died, focusing on the cameras near her room.

"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this- there was a six-car pile up that night. The hospital was jammed," Mr. Stilinski reported, looking at some hospital records.