Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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"Philosophers!?" Stiles asked incredulously. Allison was on the phone, her voice coming out across the whole car as she informed them on what she saw in her dad's office.
"And guardians which, after last night, has to mean something like law enforcement, right?" Stiles and Hayley shared a weary glance, "Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him."
"Okay, okay, okay, I know." Stiles said, his voice stressed. Hayley placed her hand on Stiles' which sat on her thigh for comfort.
"What are you gonna do?" Hayley asked.
Stiles looked over at her, "I'm gonna tell him the truth." He turned round, looking at Cora who was in the backseat, "And I'm gonna need both your guys' help."
Hayley nodded as he continued driving; the Stilinski house coming into view.
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Stiles paced round his bedroom back and forth as his father waited by his desk, arms crossed. Hayley stood opposite the man, an awkward tight-lipped smile on her face every time he looked over at her. Stiles finally stopped pacing, "Yes, okay." He paused with his hand out, "No." Stiles started pacing round the room again- the words to tell his dad not coming to him.
"Stiles?" Noah asked impatiently, an annoyed glance at his son.
"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... I'm trying to... I'm just trying to figure out how to start here."
Sheriff Stilinski's hands went down his face, "Oh god, you didn't get Hayley pregnant did you? And don't act like I don't know you're together son, you're not very subtle."
Hayley blushed as Stiles stuttered out a reply, "What!? God, no dad. Not that." Stiles rubbed his neck before he continued speaking, changing the conversation away from that very awkward topic, "Um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and, and all these murders right now. It's like... It's like you've been playing a losing game."
Stilinski interrupted his son, "Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son."
Stiles rubbed at his eyebrows and started, unknowingly, biting his fingernails. "I know..." He paused, looking over at the chest board and grabbing it, "Okay, see, but that's just it, dad. The... The reason that you're losing the game is cause you've never been able to see the whole board."
He placed the board on his desk, unfolding it as the chess pieces clattered out of their confinement. He made eye contact with his dad as he spoke, "I need to show you the whole board."
