"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ"
in which mariana parker, who has a dark past, gets taken from it; sanctioning in beacon hills, california. she then meets scott mccall and stiles stilinski. it was only a matter of time before they find...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE TWO SOULMATES SAT DOWN SIDE byside in the hospital as they waited to be questioned by an appropriate authority figure. stiles looked to his right, groaning when he saw agent mccall, scott's father who wasn't a part of the werewolf's life.
"who's that?" mariana asked as the tall man walked over to the two. "agent mccall, scott's dad. world class asshole" he mumbled right before agent mccall stood in front of the two.
"a stilinski in the center of this whole mess, what a shocker" the man spoke bitterly. mariana scoffed, assuming the man was probably always unprofessional towards his son's best friend. "think you can answer some questioned without the usual level of sarcasm?" the agent asked stiles.
"if you asked questions without the usual level of stupid" he snapped back. mariana smiled next to the boy, not ashamed to show she found his witty remark funny. rafael turned to her, her face not altering for a second. "i don't believe we've met" mccall spoke, extending his hand, "agent mccall, scotts dad"
"mariana, scott's friend" she replied, not shaking his hand. he got the message, lowering his hand and turned his attention back to stilinki's son, "where's your dad and why has no body been able to contact him?"
"i don't know. i haven't seen him in hours" the boy replied, clearly not wanting any part in their conversation. "is he drinking again?" the man asked. stiles sighed, dropping his head down, clearly frustrated. mariana slipped her hand into his, softly grinning when he intertwined their hands whilst he lifted his head to make contact with the agent.
"what do you mean 'again'?, he never had to stop" stiles retorted. "but he did have to slow down, is he drinking like used to?" he deadpanned. "alright how about the next time see him, i'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? we'll do the alphabet, start with 'F' end with 'U'" he scolded.
rafael smiled, ignoring the daggers mariana was shooting at him, "how bout you just tell me what the hell happened here" he replied, his vice lower than before. "how about you not talk to the sheriff's son like that" mariana snapped, feeling stiles squeeze her hand softly in attempts quiet her. although the mccall agent had never done anything to her, she felt a rage fill her soul towards the man. but she knew it wasn't her's.
"no, stiles, his questions are completely unprofessional, he's accusing your dad of being a drunk, and now he's blaming his son for not telling the police where his dad is when we obviously have no fucking clue. you think stiles would just hold off telling you information that could find his father? he's been loosing his damn mind since his disappearance. and no, we can't tell you 'what the hell happpened' cause we were stuck in the god damn elevator the whole fucking time"
