Morningstar

24

"You are not going to Mexico!" Sheriff Stilinski cried.

"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico," Stiles said. "Okay?"

"Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing is to go through the proper channels."

"Dad-"

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."

Stiles shook his head. "Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay? Someone needs to go down there, find them, and rescue them."

Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes. "I can keep you from going."

"I'd find a way."

"I can throw you in a cell."

Stiles glared. "I'd still find a way."

The sheriff sighed. "Stiles, please. Just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision with some guy with a third eye. Look, she and I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if we have to. If nothing turns up, then we'll book four flights to Mexico. We'll all go, okay?"

Stiles' impatience showed as he shifted from one foot to another. "Okay, great! That's great! Do I get a gun?"

The sheriff turned to his son. "No!"

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Stiles swung by to get Malia and Luci and they made their way to Scott's. They rushed to his room and Stiles tossed an article of clothing.

Luci tossed a jacket to Malia. "Maybe this?"

Malia sniffed it and let out a sigh. "Fabric softener."

Stiles ran into Scott's bathroom and reappeared with a pair of dirty underwear, causing Malia to glare at him in disgust. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line," he told her, shoving the boxers in her face.

She shot him a look before grabbing a pillow from Scott's bed. She sniffed it and smiled. "Got it."

Stiles let out a sigh. "Yeah. That works too."

They walked down the stairs and saw Liam sitting at the kitchen table. Stiles frowned at him. "Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" Liam wondered.

"Because it's a full moon. And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out."

Luci glanced at him. "Remember, this will be his first full moon without us."

Liam nodded and pointed to her. "Thank you, Luci! You can lock me up, right? Chain me to the back set or something?"

Malia frowned. "You tore through the last chains, remember?"

Stiles let out a sigh. "Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there."

Liam glanced between them. "Okay, then where do we get carbonite?"

"Oh, my Dad," Luci muttered.

Stiles glared at Liam. "Seriously? You haven't seen it either?"

Liam's eyes widened. "Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?"

Malia shook her head. "You'd get out of that, too."

Luci let out a sigh. "You've been a werewolf for a month. You don't have to do this."

His eyes met hers. "I know, but I want to. There's gotta be bigger chains, a bigger trunk or something. There has to be."

"Maybe there is," Stiles said.