Angels and Demons (Stiaasac Teen Wolf)

Chapter 27

Stiles walked Allison into the Argent home with an arm in hers. He eyed all of the other hunters who gave him looks. "I'm going to take a look in the library for a book I believe will help us, will you be okay with the gargoyles?"
   "We will make sure she doesn't get into trouble," one of the hunters that Stiles labeled as Fabio says.
    "I'm sorry did I ask you? Did I ask the knock off Disneyland Peter Pan? Stay out of my conversations. Now, Allison, go find your grandfather. And if any of the Girl Scouts get close take them out."
    "I'll be fine," she nods.
    "Great." He looks at one of the hunters. "Do me a favor, vanilla ice, bring me a water and a list of the weapons on the vicinity. Bruce Willis I need you to get me a map of Beacon Hills. I've run out of names for the rest of you."
   "You don't give us orders."
   "Don't I?" Stiles wondered and flicked a finger. "Look, Thing 1 and 2 know how to follow orders. Maybe i should have them bring you to the basement. And Fabio, before you mouth off to me again... Realize that I am the reason you are alive right now. A flick of my finger and you can be gone." Stiles was holding himself up with the fake threats now. His words eating at his conscious making him sick. "Disperse because I have business with your so called boss." He swallowed and waved them away.
"How was the hotel?" Gerard asks.
   "We've stayed in better places," Allison shrugged. "You seem worried, what's wrong?"
    "I don't trust your warlock friend," Gerard tsks. "I've seen everything the world has to offer and warlocks were extinct. Or at least said to be. He's got more power then anything should have. We have to do something about him."
    "You think you can take down Stiles?" Allison was nothing short of amused. "If you plan on doing anything, I don't wish to be apart of it."
    "Oh you don't?"
    "No," Allison rose a brow. "Stiles and I are a duo. You don't get one without the other and I will not betray him. I trust him more than anyone else."
    "That's what he wants you to think," Gerard laughs as he lights something from his desk. The scent was sweet. "Tell me, Allison, how do you feel now? This plant is the last of its kind. Used to ward off spells of ancient beings. It's said even the angels can't be contained to their vessels when this is lit."
     "Oh, Grandpa," Allison smiled and tilted her head. "You think I'm under a spell? Anything but. My word stands and if you try anything. I will kill you."
    "Very well then," Gerard blew the fire out.
    "And I will be taking this," She plucked the plant from his fingers. "I think I could find a use for this. Grandpa, we are on your side. Stop being so paranoid." 
    "I have no such feelings."
    "You've kept Stiles away. You've been hiding information from him. You even went as far as finding a poison for him and he's done nothing but help you. You should be thanking him for bringing me back to life. Thanking him for letting you be on his side. Yet you cower in this dusty office trying to find ways to control him. But it won't work. No one controls Stiles and he won't hurt anyone unless needed," Allison slammed a hand on the table crushing the flower before tossing it in the trash.
     "What is all of the tension in here?" Stiles asks coming in. "Allison? What is it?" He rose his brows.
"Grandpa is paranoid," Allison shrugged. "He was trying to get me to turn against you and he lit a flower used in poisons for you. He thought I was under a spell."
"Oh really?" Stiles came closer and tilted his head looking at Gerard. "And I thought my gift was enough to have you on my side. Was your granddaughter not enough for you? Your pride?" Stiles laughed mockingly. "Let me tell you something that is different about you and I, Argent. We aren't that different you know... Paranoia. I've got it too. I knew your granddaughter wasn't gonna be enough to pull you. I knew you'd find something to hurt me. But I would never force anyone to work with me. Allison has her own free Will and I would never take that from her. Unlike you, I care that my followers don't cower in fear when I come by. I don't need fear to have people bow to me. But if that is what it takes for you, I can make you kneel." He rose a hand. "Do you remember when you beat me in your basement? I believe you said I was gonna be found 'bloody and beaten to a pulp' didn't you?"
"You wouldn't."
"You're right," Stiles laughed. "I wouldn't leave you bloody. But, to coerce you... I think it's only fair you be punished somehow. Unless Allison tells me not to." Stiles looks at the girl who shrugged. "Give this to your grandfather." He hanged her the flower from Alena that they made into a liquid. Allison injected it in his thigh. "Perfect, Alli. Now, take a step back. He may start flailing as the protection he has on himself leaves his body. I had this for when you did something like this. I could return your cancer. Make it progress to the point your bound to your bed barely able to move. But that's harsh. I would never wish that fate on the worst. So, I'll do this." Stiles touched two fingers to Gerard's forehead. Taking in all of the memories. Looking for the specifics.
"What did you do?" Gerard asked in a pant.
"I've leveled the field," Stiles shrugged. "I know everything you do now."
"How?"
"Magic."
"Stiles," Allison intercepted. "What now?"
Stiles laughed, "Well, Allison. Now we finish our plan and get rid of them all." He winked sending everyone to their respective places. "You watch him." She nods as he disappeared into the air.
    "What did you do?" Gerard asked.
    "I did nothing," Allison frowned. "I was just the coercion."
    "Stiles," Isaac sighed. "Can you at least warn us when you decide to flash us to new places."
    "Sorry."
    "Peter is in place," Derek said.
"Jack," Stiles faced the kid. "How you doing? Ready?"
"Which answer would you prefer? A witty comeback or the one where I should be scared?" Jack asked.
"I am so proud of you Jack," Stiles smiled. "Okay, I need to prepare." He started his circle.
"Stiles." Isaac sighed. "We have to talk."
"Not yet," Stiles mumbled reading from a book.
    "You can't keep disappearing when things get hard," Isaac groaned. "It's really getting annoying."
    "Well, it's not the worst for me," Stiles says popping behind Isaac. "And its made life really easy."
    "Easy or lazy?" Isaac mused.
    "Can't it be both?" Stiles sighed throwing the book on the ground as he recites the phrase he memorized. The nemeton now had shining sigils covering it. "Look, I don't want to talk about it yet because I can't have anything but finishing this on my mind." He swallowed. "And it's hard. It's hard to find this out. I can't help but think a lot of things. And I don't have the energy to find out if they are true or not."
     "Stiles that's why I wanted to talk to you," Isaac groaned as the kid walked away again. "Will you stop moving for a fucking minute." Stiles took a deep breath coming to a stop and turning on his heels. "It's my turn now, Stiles. Mine. You run away all of the time and I always put your emotions first. Which is okay because I don't talk about mine anyways. But I am not gonna let you run around here like a headless chicken acting as if I am the one hurting you. I haven't done anything wrong here! I didn't even get to say anything and you flashed us away! Stop acting like you have to run every time something goes wrong and talk to me! I stayed up all night thinking of this!"
    "What happened?" Jack asks.
    "Something about mates," Malia shrugs.
    "Oh?"
    "Yeah. It hurt Stiles feelings when he found out about them being mates. He thinks the feelings aren't real," Malia explains in a hushed tone.
    "Really?" Derek pinched the bridge of his nose.
    "It's ridiculous!" Isaac groaned. "I need to have a say too! Stiles, I need to have a say too."
    "Then say it!" Stiles yelled back. "Get it over with, Isaac. I've been through it already."
    Isaac laughed, "You don't get it, Stiles, how could you be so smart and yet so stupid? I didn't need the mate bond to know how I felt about you! Before I was even a wolf I knew how I felt about you! God Stiles! You are so dense! I love you Stiles."
    "You do?"
    "Yes you idiot."