𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Anything is Possible

"Sarah, you home?" I close the door behind me and step into the living room to see Sarah's dark brown hair draping over the arm of our grey couch.

A rerun of "Friends" plays on the TV screen as Sarah sleeps, occasionally letting out a soft snore. I cock my head to one side as an unfocused gaze sets itself on the scene. It reminds me of the first few weeks of her living here. She didn't feel right sleeping in Mom and Dad's room so she would always crash on the couch. I could never sleep so I'd always come down and have to cover her with a blanket.

I quietly make my way upstairs and change into my gifted bomber jacket and dark jeans before grabbing a blanket from the closet and making my way back to Sarah. I carefully lay it on top of her cradled body and click the TV off.

"Look at you, Sare." I whisper. "Right back where you started and it's all my fault. Weirdly enough, everything that's been happening to me recently has taken my mind off of them, but I'm scared when it ends I'll be right back where I started too."

A louder snore comes from her now, making me sigh before standing back up and making my way to the door. As soon as I open it, the headlights of Sheriff Stilinski's car drives past and pulls into his driveway. I lock the door and stuff the keys into my pockets before taking a few steps to Stiles' house.

The moment my left foot makes contact with his driveway, he comes rushing past his dad and towards the jeep. "Can't talk, gotta run. Get in the car, Wes"

I pick up the pace towards the car, but Stiles closes his door and turns back to his dad. "Hey, wait. What's wrong?"

Noah turns to us with a sullen expression. "Nothing."

"Oh. Hey, where's your gun?"

Stilinski glances over at me as his brows draw together before he looks back towards Stiles with a sigh. "I left it at the station along with my badge."

I can feel the color practically drain from my face as Stiles' eyes bulge. "What?"

"It's alright. You know what? We'll talk about this later." He starts to head for the door but Stiles stops him.

"Dad."

"Don't worry about it."

"Dad!"

Noah exhales sharply and turns back to us, narrowing at Stiles. "It was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county."

"They fired you?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. Look, it's-it's just a leave of absence. It's-it's temporary."

"Did they say it was temporary or?"

"Actually, no." I glance at Stiles to see his face drop as I frown.

"So, um." I quickly clear my throat. "You're just okay with this?"

Stiles nods, "Yeah, I don't get it. Why-why aren't you angry at me?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son." He turns, finally heading into the garage before lowering the door as Stiles just stands there, guilt-ridden.

"Oh, shit." He breaths out, fidgeting with the keys in his hands.

"Let's, um, let's go get Scott, alright?" He doesn't look at me for a few seconds before he slowly nods and hops into the jeep, leaving me to do the same.

The entire ride to the Veterinarian Office was completely silent along with the ride to the warehouse party after picking up Scott. After what feels like forever, the Jeep slows to a stop in one of the parking spots as tons of other people pile into the building. Lifting the trunk, a still silent Stiles grabs one of the two large garbage bags that are filled with Deaton's mountain ash.