After last night, when I told Derek what has been going on with me lately with the dreams about Peter and all, he's watching me like a hawk. He has been watching my every step and comes to check on me at least 10 times during the night. I'm pretty sure the dreams about our uncle Peter have startled him as well. He won't say that out loud though, but I just know it. Call it sisterly intuition if you will.
I have been thinking how I could dream about Peter as an adult, when my last memory of him was when he was teenager just before the fire. And why is Lydia always there? It has to mean something right? I have been sharing my thoughts with Stiles ever since the first time I told him about the dreams. I told him every detail of the dreams. I also told him that everytime I wake up I have an extreme headache, like someone hit me with a hammer.
So today Stiles picked me up to have lunch with his dad at the police station, to keep my mind of it he says. So here we are, having veggie burgers and salad for lunch. "Oh, what the hell is this?" Stilinski said with a disgusted face looking at his burger he just took a bite from.
"Veggie burger," Stiles responded giving me my burger that I immediately take a bite from. I haven't eaten well the last few weeks with everything that has been going on. The dreams, the fighting with Derek and running around in Beacon hills chasing a Kanima like a maniac.
"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger," I looked up from my burger to see the sheriff staring at Stiles a bit irritated, shewing the big piece of burger.
"Let's be healthy today sheriff," I said placing the salad in front of him .
He let out a groan looking at the salad and letting out another groan opening what supposed to be his fries seeing that it's filled with carrots and celery. "Oh, hell, why are you two trying to ruin my life?"
I chuckled at his response taking another bite of my own burger. "We're trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell me what you found," his son said nodding at the papers lying beside his dad.
The sheriff looked at the papers considering if he should tell his son and his friend. "No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with teenagers," he said eventually turning back to his son who is slurping from a straw with a annoyed expression.
I turned to the board behind him with a lot of pictures and arrows "Is that it on the board behind you?" Stiles glanced at me before turning at the board I was speaking of, his eyes widened.
His dad turned around before turning back in defeat knowing we found it "Don't look at that."
We moved ourselves so we could have a better look at it "Ay - "
"Avert your eyes," he tried but we kept moving around him to get a better look at it, even standing up a little to see what the pictures and arrows meant.
"Just - it's just - I see arrows pointing at pictures," Stiles said bewildered.
"Okay, okay, stop. Fine," the sheriff said knowing we were not going to stop before he told us everything. "I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."
"All three?" I asked already knowing the answer.
The sheriff nodded "Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence -"
"Three's a pattern," Stiles finished.
"The mechanic, the husband, the wife -" Stilinski counted on his fingers. "All the same age. All 24."
Wait a minute, someone is missing in this list. Isaac's father wasn't 24.
"What about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24," I said glancing between the sheriff and his sun.
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Little runner § Stiles Stilinski
Fanfic"Run!" That was what her mother was screaming at her,.. those were also her last words. Screams that filled the air, and the smell of burning flesh was all there was to smell. She turned around and did what she was told, she ran. Far away from t...
