The Younger Stilinski (Season 2)

Party Guessed

I'm in Stiles' room, looking over his shoulder as he goes through a yearbook and we don't hear Dad walk to the door.

"Hey, watcha doing?"

"Homework." We answer.

Dad nods and starts to walk away, but comes back. "It's spring break." Stiles freezes for a second then goes back to flipping pages. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm simply satisfying my own curiosity and Cam is here for moral support."

Dad walks over and closes the book. "We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in."

"And?"

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders."

"For all of them?"

"Enough of them."

"With what proof?"

"You remember the couple in the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harris' car."

"W--That's not enough."

"The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

"Wait, what quote?"

"Something about imagination and knowledge."

"Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah. I saw the same car parked outside the rave."

"That means you're a witness. Both of you. You're gonna have to give a statement."

"What about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris' class, right?" I state, "I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?"

"It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders. That's damning evidence."

Stiles shakes his head and grabs the book again. "No, it's not enough."

"I-i thought you hated this guy."

"I don't hate him, alright? He hates me. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing."

"Hey. Hey." Dad says to get his attention back, "You don't have to solve this for me."

"No, we have to do something." Dad then looks at the book. "What?"

"Look at the swim team."

I look as well and I point to a name. "Dad, the coach. It's Isaac's dad."

*****

It was later that night and we go to Lydia's house for her birthday party. We meet up with Scott.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?"

"No. Seen Allison?"

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

"I'm still kind of not sure what we found."

I go over it again. "We figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."

"So whoever's controlling the kanima hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team." Stiles corrects, "Specifically the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?"

Allison then walks over to us slowly. "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here." I point out.

"Maybe it's just early." Scott suggests.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town's wack job."

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison says as we see Lydia standing by herself.

"I'd like to point out that I haven't ignored her for the past two weeks." I interject.

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past 10 years."

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet."

"We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?"

"Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us."

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going." Stiles offers, "Like really going."

"Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

*****

Now Lydia's house is full of people, who we don't know besides Stiles. We stand near the pool and Allison's on the other side, glancing at Scott every now and then. I roll my eyes at Scott.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?"

He looks up at me since he's sitting down. "Why should I apologize?"

Stiles looks at him like he has a third eye. "Because you're the guy. It's what we do."

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize." I state. "See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong."

Scott shakes his head and glances at her. "I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asks.

"Probably. Why do you guys care anyway?"

He looks at me when I start talking. "Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. We got our dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nut job."

Stiles stands up straighter. "And if on top of all that, we gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

Scott suddenly stands up looking across the pool. "Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here." My brother and I both look and see Jackson walk in right next to Lydia, who's pouring punch. She hands him a glass, exchanges a few words, and then walks away.

*****

(**AN: This part isn't the best**)

Everyone's acting weird. They're okay when they get here but when they start to drink the punch....We catch up with Scott and he's also acting weird.

"Are you okay?"

"It's not the moon. It's different." He walks away and Stiles looks like he's in a daze. All of a sudden, he falls to the ground.

"Stiles!" I start shaking him and I look around for Scott. I finally get his attention and he runs over with a bottle of water.

"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."

A girl walks up. "What do you think you're doing? You want him to sober up fast, that's not the way to do it."

"You can do better?"

She looks at me like she can't believe I just asked that. "I can do best, boy." She grabs Stiles and dunks his head into the pool and jerks him out, making Stiles gasp for air. "How do you feel?"

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl."

"He's sober." A little after that, we couldn't find Allison and we hear someone yelling.

"I can't swim! Don't! I can't swim!" We look over and see two people throwing Matt into the pool. He ends up making his way to the edge and gets out, glaring at people when they start to laugh. I hear sirens in the distance and everyone scatters.