Balance

Chapter 2

Deaton stopped at the regular checkpoints. He'd only been out of town once, getting back in had been pure luck. This time he was sure she wasn't going to let him back in.

Ever since Beacon Hills went on lockdown some of the country took notice. There were military borders outside Beacon Hills. So they could assist any escapees. With food, water, and medical assistance if they needed it.

Deaton expected that it was only a few months before the supernatural was exposed. And he had no doubt that once Jeniffer was done with Beacon Hills she would move to another town.

But as long as Scott was there. She couldn't leave.

Deaton pulled past the next checkpoint. Continuing down the road. The next one would most likely be a problem. The one where they check his vehicle.

Stiles had been tied down in the back. For three reasons. One, so he wouldn't fall off the bench during travel. Two, so if the spirit gained some power over his body he wouldn't be able to move. Three, so if Stiles woke up as himself he wouldn't be able to escape.

He pulled up and a man with a gun knocked on his window. He was so focussed on grabbing his identification and papers that he didn't notice Stiles starting to stir.

"Hello, sir," Deaton said, handing him the papers.

"Just a few questions and you should be good to go. Name?"

"Dr. Alan Deaton. I've been through once before." The man nodded.

"Do you have anyone else with you?"

Deaton thought about his answer. "Yes. But at the moment he's in an induced sleep. Something is wrong with him and I need to take him to a hospital to see if they can help him."

"May I see?" The man asked.

Deaton nodded and got out of the car. Going to the backdoor to open it. When he did his eyes traveled to the figure that was starting to move. He cursed slightly under his breath.

Stiles' eyes opened slightly and were immediately filled with panic. He tried to move but to no avail. The man looked at him with concern and confusion.

"Why is he tied down?"

Deaton let out a nervous laugh. "He's tied down for the most part because I didn't want him falling off during the ride. And, well it's the reason he was sedated as well. He's not exactly right in the head and I didn't want him hurting himself or someone else. That someone else would've likely been me."

Stiles looked at him with a betrayed look. He scoffed at Deaton and looked at the man. "I am not crazy! He kidnapped me!" Stiles said, trying to pull at the restraints.

The man looked at Deaton, then back to Stiles. "What's your name kid?" He asked, his hand creeping towards his gun.

Stiles stopped struggling for a minute and looked at the man. "M- my name is Stiles Stilinski. My dad is-was the sheriff. Deaton you know I'm not crazy, why are you doing this?" He said in a loud but pleading voice. His voice choked out a bit when he had to change his voice to present tense.

"Stiles, you're going to be fine," Deaton said, but the man was looking more suspicious by the minute, then he noticed the small amount of perspiration on Deaton's forehead. That sealed the deal for him.

He whistled. Two guys with guns came running from the station he had been in. Deaton didn't have time to think of a way out of this. He felt the barrel of a gun against his back as someone pulled him away from the van.

He felt a sudden overdose of dread. He didn't know how close the monster was to surfacing and if he got out while he wasn't bound by all these people, including him. Were dead.