Looking Glass || Stiles Stilinski ²

08 || Absolution

Episode: Shape-Shifted

Derek and I sat quietly in Stiles' Jeep outside the Sherrif's Station. We had met up with him soon after leaving Scott in the Lahey house; he was isolating himself in the freezer during the full moon. Derek decided I wasn't enough of a threat to bring me along; I felt both offended and relieved he was not afraid of my powers. The full moon had taken effect on me. It was nothing but a nagging headache and nausea, but I wasn't in the clear. Yet, I tried my best to ignore it. We needed to save Isaac.

Allison had called Stiles earlier to inform him that her father and grandfather had sent a hunter disguised as a deputy to the station. He carried a box of Wolfsbane bullets, making it clear their intention was to murder Isaac without proof he was dangerous. I'm not surprised. Gerard was no longer looking for it; he would kill every werewolf. Thankfully, Allison bought us time by sabotaging the man's truck before she headed to Scott.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles explained as we watched the front desk deputy through the window blinds. She was all over the place, rearranging stacks of papers. It didn't seem like she was going to move anytime soon. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek declared, going to open the door.

"Woah, woah, woah — you?" Stiles grabbed the man roughly by the jacket and pulled him back, his eyes wide with confusion. "You're not going in there." Derek glared between his shoulder and Stiles, prompting the teenager to freeze fearfully. He gulped. "I'm taking my hand off."

I snickered at the younger boy's antics and turned to Derek, "He's right, though. Is that even a good idea?"

"I was exonerated." The man retorted confidently.

"So what?" I shrugged. "You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person." Derek 'corrected'.

"An – You? Yeah, right! "Stiles chortled.

Laughter escaped me, and I patted his shoulder, "Derek, I didn't think you were so funny."

A menacing growl came from Derek, glaring daggers at me from his peripheral. "Thaís, don't start." I bit my lip, holding in the hysterics, not wanting him actually to tear our heads off.

The murderous look seemed to affect Stiles, who abruptly shut up and cleared his throat. "Okay, fine, what's your plan?"

"To distract her," Derek explained, speaking to us as if we were children who hadn't heard him the first time.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, no shit."

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles asked mockingly, then made a grunting noise and punched the air.

I laughed, "Honestly, I think that'd be more effective."

Derek snorted dryly and then glared. "By talking to her."

My eyebrows furrowed, "About what?"

"I'll think of something, Thaís." Derek snapped.

"Okay, alright. Give us a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles questioned. We looked at Derek expectantly, wondering if he really could come up with anything under pressure. But he didn't say anything and just sighed, his lips twisting with slight annoyance. Stiles nodded. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

Derek pondered, glancing at the car's ceiling. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." The teenager's face fell with fear and worry before he turned to me, almost offended.