Kindred Spirits {Stiles Stilinski: Book Two}

Chapter 18

"Let's just get you home so we can get at least a few hours of sleep before school. We'll talk to Scott about this later." Stiles suggests. "I don't know. Maybe we should call Scott now and get it over with." I say. "This isn't going anywhere and I know you're beyond tired." Stiles states.

"Yeah, you're right. We could both use some rest." I agree. "When am I not right?" Stiles jokes. It's weird that Stiles can joke right now. Knowing him, he should be having a panic attack by now. Not that I want to him have a panic attack. I'll just go along with it. "Don't push it Stilinski." I reply.

We head back and I manage fall asleep instantly. The bed moving wakes me up slightly. "Where are you going?" I question with half squinted eyes. "I'm just getting something to drink. Go back to sleep." Stiles says kissing my head. "Don't have to tell me twice." I mumble turning over.

The alarm goes off and I find the bed empty. How long ago did Stiles get up? I get up and look for Stiles, his Jeep is gone. I shrug it off and take a shower. Once I'm done, I find Stiles asleep on his bed. "Stiles, come on wake up." I say shaking him lightly.

Stiles reluctantly gets up and starts his routine. "Hey can I borrow another flannel?" I ask. "What is your obsession with my flannels? Do you want me to buy you your own flannels?" Stiles questions. "I just like these because they smell like you. Believe it or not, you smell nice. Plus you have a billion flannels you can spare one for a day." I explain.

"Yeah go ahead." Stiles answers. I grab one and shrug it onto my shoulders. "Hey, where were you when I woke up?" I question. "What do you mean? I was here, wasn't I?" Stiles asks. "When I woke up, the bed was empty, and your Jeep was gone." I state.

"I don't remember leaving this bed." Stiles says. "I know that sometimes you used to sleepwalk so do you sleep drive? How would that even work?" I question. "I have no idea." Stiles replies. "Well until we figure this out, I'm taking your keys when we go to bed." I state. "Probably a good idea." Stiles responds.

When we get to school we immediately find Scott. "Last night when we were at the party Stiles figured something out." I state. "When we were there, a girl asked me for a bottle opener. Of course I have one on my key chain. So then she starts talking about phosphors and the key having chemicals on it right? So that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in." Stiles says.

We open the door to the chemistry class room and the numbers disappeared. "It's gone. Okay, it doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key." Stiles states. He pulls out his keys, but the key to the closet is gone.

"What the hell? I had it here. I had it here this morning, I swear to God I had it this morning." Stiles says. "I was here too, he did have the key." I state. "The key you were talking about last night?" Scott questions.

"Yeah I showed it to you right? Didn't I show it to you?" Stiles asks. "No you just told me about it. I never actually saw it." Scott answers. "We were here a couple of hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board in my handwriting. I had the key to the chemistry closet." Stiles says.

I can tell that he is panicking. "So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira?" Scott questions.

"I know how it sounds but look at this. This is a new report that came out about Barrow when they caught him okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?" Stiles asks.

"Coach. The joke we played on Coach." Scott answers. "That was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can't be." Stiles states. "I don't know what's going on, but I think Stiles is onto something." I agree.