The Weretiger {Isaac Lahey} #2

S2: Restraint

(A picture of my ferret no one asked for but here you go)

Winter POV

I stand beside a table in another room with Scott and Stiles, listening to Allison.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him."

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott suggests.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asks, looking between us.

"A fugue state."

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder."

"Getting rid of the blood."

"But he had help with one thing, the video." Stiles points out. "And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott says, nodding.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles informs her, rolling his eyes.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott nods again.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles asks.

"And if he doesn't, we'll just kill him." I finally say, smiling.

"For the last time, we are not killing him." Scott says slowly, glaring at me.

"Killjoy."

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"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."

I flinch as Uncle N drops the clipboard on the table.

I'm sitting alone on the right side, Scott and Stiles on the other, swirling my hot chocolate around.

"What about school?" Stiles asks after an awkward moment.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance," Uncle N informs us.

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time-" I shoot him a shut up look. "-and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to eachother?"

I cover my eyes after Uncle N stares at him.

"I'll just hold it."

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I follow the two out into the hall afterwards, staying silent.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Uncle N snaps.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke," Stiles complains.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh," Stiles repeats.

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"