❛ somebody please have mercy 'cause i just can't take it ❜
^ best michael jackson song
𝐽𝑈𝑁𝑂, 𝑆𝐶𝑂𝑇𝑇, 𝐼𝑆𝐴𝐴𝐶, 𝐴𝑁𝐷 Allison were headed to Juno's house so that they could find something from her uncle so that Isaac could catch his scent. Stiles was going back to his house getting something for Scott so that he could catch his dad's scent and Scott knew his mom's scent considering he's lived with her his entire life.
Scott was on the phone with Stiles while the four of them walked into Juno's house. "Just grab anything...Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers...Socks? Okay, I'll smell the socks."
"What about me?" Isaac asked Juno as they began to walk through her house to go upstairs. "Just anything in Fletcher's closet. Anything with the strongest scent."
As the four of them walked into the living room, they saw Rafael, Scott's father, standing there with two other FBI agents and all of the weapons that were hidden in Juno's house out on the coffee table. There were knives, handguns, switchblades and brass knuckles, but it didn't look great all put together. "Quite the arsenal your uncle's got here, Juno. Scott."
His father had addressed him, but Scott, overwhelmed, only questioned, "What are you doing here?"
"Following one of the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat, and we can talk? All of you, Isaac and Allison as well." Rafael demanded as they didn't do as they were told. The four of them remained standing where they were. Isaac was a little scared as to how this random man, to him, knew his name. "How do you know my name?"
"Your name's one of the few things I know. To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue." Rafael informed, nowhere near being able to grasp the severity of what he doesn't know. Scott scoffed and spoke incredulously, "If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago."
