Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[12] Ham and Cheese or Turkey Club

[12] Chapter Twelve

Ham and Cheese or Turkey Club

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When the debate on where to hide Jackson came up, there weren't many options. It couldn't be Scott's house or Clara's house because of Melissa and Tate. So Stiles, being the oh so brilliant idea maker, suggested that they illegal steal of police transportation van, lock Jackson inside of it, and take him to the preserve. Clara couldn't think of a stupider idea yet she still played a helping hand in the plan.

Jackson was unconscious till morning when he yelled that he was going to kill the three of them. Before then Stiles was the one who got the part of putting Jackson's pants on and Clara was just telling him that he would never live that down, like ever. So Scott decided to go to school since he really needed to be in school considering he was failing two classes so that left Stiles and Clara to babysit the teenage lizard. Clara even decided to be courtesy and buy to types of sandwiches that Jackson might like since trying to kill people is an exhausting job.

Stiles opened the door to the van with Clara standing behind him, reveling Jackson chained up, "We brought you some-"

Jackson lunged forward, trying to get to Stiles but was retrained by the chains, "Let me out!"

The two teenagers slid into the metal seats across from Jackson, "You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson glared at him, holding up the chains that held around his wrist. Clara sat quietly next to Stiles, holding her commentary until the right moment.

"Yes. You're - you're killing people. To death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry." Stiles angrily retorted, a hint of sarcasm when he faked apology.

Clara smiled sympathetically before holding up the two sandwiches, "You want ham and cheese or the turkey club?"

Jackson narrowed his eyes, "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

Stiles cocked his head to the side for a second, "Uh, well - not if they don't think anything's wrong." He dug into his pocket and pulled out Jackson's phone, showing the lit up screen to him, "Yeah."

Jackson let out a fumed breath as Stiles continued to speak, "Dude, you literally turn into a lizard. You've got scales for Pete's sake!"

"And you're definitely more into massacring people than you used to be." She remarked sarcastically, taping a finger on her chin.

"Scales? Like a fish?"

"No, more like a reptile." Stiles casually corrected him, "Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?"

"Yeah, you have a tail."

"Mm, does it do anything?"

"No, not that we know of."

"Can I use it to strangle you?" Jackson growled, jerking at him slightly.

"God, you still don't believe us!" Stiles said through clenched teeth, frustrated.

Jackson looked down at the ground, briefly meeting Clara's eyes before mumbling, "I want to talk to Clara."

Stiles glanced between the two, "Excuse me?"

"I want to talk to Clara, alone." He said more clearly, still not meeting Clara's lingering stare.