THE three of us were standing in a room at the station.
Allison called, telling us about what Lydia translated.
"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him," She explained.
"Or he doesn't remember," Scott added.
"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggested.
"A fugue state?" I questioned.
"He'd have to forget everything-- the murder," Scott started.
"Getting rid of the blood," Allison continued.
"But he had help with one thing--the video. And someone else helped him forget that" Stiles added.
"Whoever's controlling him," I finished.
"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison inquired.
"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing," Stiles explained.
"So do we try to convince him he's not?" I asked them.
"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah," Scott answered.
"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison questioned.
"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles wondered.
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Stiles, Scott, Mr. Stilinski, Mrs. McCall, and Jackson's dad were in an interrogation room going over Jackson's restraining order.
I wasn't allowed in. For some reason, Jackson didn't file one against me. So I was sitting in the hallway listening to them.
"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 physiologically," I heard the Sheriff tell the boys.
"What about school?" Stiles asked.
"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance," His dad answered him.
"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there are only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles questioned.
I knew his father was unamused by the silence in the room.
"I'll just hold it," Stiles continued.
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The Sheriff was done talking with Scott and Stiles.
Stiles and his dad walked through the door and out into the hallway.
"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" The Sheriff asked his son.
"Oh, come on, it was just a joke," Stiles replied.
"A joke?" his dad questioned.
"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," Stiles told his dad quickly.
"Uh-huh," The Sheriff tilted his head.
"Uh-huh," Stiles nodded.
"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?" His dad questioned him.
Mrs. McCall and Scott exited the interrogation room.
"We filled the tank!" Stiles exclaimed.
"Move!" I heard Mrs. McCall instruct her son.
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JEALOUSY, STILES STILINSKI
Fanfiction~JEALOUSY~ "He's my anchor." Nova Hale was never an ordinary girl. Her life was filled with the supernatural. Creatures you would only dream of in nightmares or watch in scary movies were real in her world, and she was one of them. Her life wa...
