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20 -Restraint- (season two, episode seven) ♞
"Can I just say..." Joey's hair is a bit messier than it had been the previous hours, and her beanie was now in her hand. "I've never actually been on this end of a restraining order- or any end."
Stiles looks at his dad from the metal chair in the interrogation room. "Any chance we can just talk to him about this?"
Sheriff Stilinski holds up his clipboard of paperwork and begins to recite. "You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."
"What about school?" Stiles asks, looking around at the other adults in the room.
"You can attend classes while maintaining a fifty-foot distance."
"Okay, what if we both have to use the same bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and there right next to each other?" He continues hypothetically.
The sheriff just stares at him with arms crossed. "I'll just hold it." He says with defeat.
Joey raises her hand. "What do I do? I mean, my parents are out of town and they're kind of the only family I have so... Who's gonna be my ride?"
Sheriff Stilinski motions for an officer to let someone into the room.
"How are you, Joey?" The woman says, kneeling to hug the girl. Platinum hair falls on Joey's shoulders.
Abby.
But this time she was slightly older looking, smile lines and all. Weird.
"I've got her, sheriff." Abby says, pulling the girl up from her seat and walking with her into the hall.
Once the door is closed behind them, Joey examines the woman.
"Did you age last time I saw you?"
Abby crosses her arms and smiles warmly. "Perhaps. It's a party trick of mine. High Schooler one day, Businesswoman the next."
"Makeup?" She asks.
"Not exactly." Abby says, waiting for Stiles and Scott to come out.
Not very shortly after, they pile out of the room.
"Hello, boys."
Stiles and Scott exchange a look before one speaks up. "Are you her aunt?"
Stiles scoffs. "She was just in our chemistry class, dipshit."
The werewolf raises his brows. "Makeup?"
Abby chuckles. "I'd love to explain this to you boys, but I have to take Joey home."
