Kindred Spirits {Stiles Stilinski: Book Two}

Chapter 11

"Derek look at me. Derek come on!" Stiles yells. It was Stiles' bright idea to punch Derek repeatedly to wake him up. After the fifth punch, I kind of lost hope. Derek caught punch number seven. "Where is she?" Derek questions.

"Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom." Stiles answers. "She took her?" Derek asks. "Yeah and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion. Se we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here." Stiles states.

"What about Cora?" Derek asks. "Isaac got her out of here. I suggest you go find them, she's in bad shape. We'll hold off the cops." I answer. "Thank you for getting my sister out of here." Derek says. "Anytime sour wolf." I respond with a smile.

"Ready to lie our asses off?" I ask. "Oh hell yeah." Stiles responds. "We have to come off as a united front, whatever we say, we have to go with. We also should hold hands not for any other purpose than I want to hold hands with you." I state.

"Look who's the cheesy one now." Stiles says lacing his fingers with mine. "Not the time or the place Stilinski." I scold. "Humor is all I have right now." Stiles states. "No. You have me you idiot." I reply with a smile.

We sit on a bench in the front waiting for the swarm of police officers. "A Stilinski and a Lockwood at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without your usual level of sarcasm?" Rafael questions. I'm already about to punch him in the face and our reunion has only lasted 30 seconds.

"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." Stiles quips. I let out a small giggle. "Where's your dad? And why has no one been able to contact him?" Rafael asks. I feel Stiles' grip on my hand tighten. "I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." Stiles answers.

"Is he drinking again?" Rafael questions. "What do you mean again? He never had to stop." Stiles sneers. "But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?" Rafael asks. "You're one to talk about sobriety." I sass.

"Alright, how about this? Next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay. We'll do the alphabet, start with F end with U." Stiles says. He is on fire today. "How about you just tell me what the hell happened here." Rafael demands.

"I don't know what happened here. We were stuck in the elevators the whole time." Stiles answers calmly. "You're not the one who put the name on the doors are you?" Rafael questions. "What name?" I ask. "Argent was spray painted on the doors." Rafael replies.

"Do you have everything you need? We were performing an activity in that elevator that I can't possibly wait to finish." I state. I did this to make him extremely uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that he wouldn't ask any further questions. "You can leave, I'll call Melissa if I need to ask you any further questions." Rafael responds.

"You really couldn't help yourself could you?" Stiles questions. "Not even a little bit. I needed to knock him down a few pegs. He has no right." I state. "You never cease to amaze me Lia Lockwood." Stiles says. "You never stop being adorable Stiles Stilinski." I reply.

We go to the Argent's to give them a heads up. Chris opens the door and we all head in, well except for me. Stiles watches me face plant into an invisible barrier. He of course laughs at me. "I have yet to be invited in." I explain. "You can come in Lia." Allison says. "Oh thank God. Chris we think you're the next target. Your name was on the elevator probably as a warning." I state.

"Why don't you seem worried?" Allison questions. "The word is guardian Allison. More than anyone you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Chris states. "But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence." Allison argues.