desolation//t.w

|Two.|

Stiles

I meet up with Scott, Malia, and Kira at the library, slamming the fake signatures from Theo's "dad", down onto the table.

"So you found something?" Scott asks.

"Another signature." I explain, pointing at the fraud document. "This is Theo's dad's signature on a speeding ticket from eight years ago. And this is his dad's signature on a transfer form to Beacon Hills High School from just a few days ago."

"How did you get his transfer form?" Kira asks.

"Did you break into the Administration Office?" Scott asks me.

"No, I did not break into the Administration Office." I sigh, momentarily. "Okay, I might have broken into the Administration Office. Can we just focus on the signatures, please? They're different."

"They're sort of different." Malia squints at the paper.

"They're completely different. Come on. Look." I show them, "The garlands don't match, the undulations of the sinuous stroke are totally off. And look, look at this. Perfect example of the Criminal Tremor."

"So now, Theo is Theo, but his parents aren't his parents?" Kira asks.

"Someone's not someone. And when I figure out who that someone really is, someone's in big trouble." I say.

"But no one's done anything wrong." Scott says.

"Yet. If Theo's parents are both psychotic killers then obviously, we should not trust him, right?" I point out.

"My parents are Peter and the Desert Wolf." Malia says, completely missing the point.

I twitch my left eye a bit, "Okay... It's fine. You know what? I'll figure it out myself. Right? I don't need you or you or you." I gather the papers, walking away. "I don't need anyone!"

I storm out of the library door, heading outside into the parking lot over to my jeep. I get in, throwing my stuff into the backseat and starting up the engine.

"What's a Criminal Tremor?" I look over, seeing Liam reading one of the papers.

I snatch it out of his hand,"It doesn't matter."

"Hey!" I look out my window, spotting Alice. "Where are you two idiots going ?"

"Ah, you are your father's child and none of your business, okay ?" I tell her.

"Come on. Can I come ?" She pleads, "Pleaseee ?"

"So you can torture me ?" Liam leans over me to tell her. "I think not. Stiles say no."

I chuckle as she pushes his face back.

"Of course I'm saying no." I say, "I don't want your dad to rip my throat out with his pearly white fangs."

Liam and I jump back as she bares her fangs, growling.

"I think you're taking me." She smirks.
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Isaac

From My Alice : At Aunt Kira's. Got the okay from her parents, don't worry. I'll be home in an hour or so. I sigh a bit at the text, putting my phone into my pocket and looking over at Lydia. She had dropped by the apartment.

"Was it a bad idea for me to dropout?" I sigh, asking Lydia. "I mean I'm sitting here, cooped up in this apartment, day by day wasting my life away."

"Your life isn't entirely wasted. You have Alice and you have me." She smiles, laying her hand onto my shoulder. "I'll always keep you company."

"I think I'll be okay." I say, standing.