The Other Hale | Teen Wolf

Restraint

Arias POV

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"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him." Allisons voice spoke through the phone.

We were all in the Sheriffs department talking to her. She discovered that someone is controlling Jackson.

"What if it's the same thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital." Stiles questioned, looking up at me and Scott.

"A fugue state." I mumbled.

"He'll have to forget everything, the murder," Scott began.

"Getting rid of the blood." Allison continued.

"It would help with one thing though. The video." Stiles pointed.

I paced around the office we were all crammed in, Scott and Stiles were both looking at me. Like they thought I had an idea. But sadly, I didn't. Although my mind was wondering, Derek knew what a Kanima was, maybe he knew more than he was letting on.

"Someone else helped him forget about that." Stiles finished, still talking about the video. "Whoevers controlling him." Scott agreed.

"Are you sure that Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." I told her, sighing in the process.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asked. Scott nodded, immediately agreeing. "If it helps us find out who's controlling him then yeah."

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" I asked, almost nervously.

"Oh yeah," Stiles replied, instantly. "It's us, he'll talk to us. Right?" He looked between me and Scott for reassurance, but Scott gave me a look. Annoyingly, I couldn't agree more.

We said goodbye to Allison and then Sheriff called us into a room with Jackson, and his Dad. We were told to sit down and Stilinski began reading out the terms. Jackson got a restraining order against us.

"You will not go within 50 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." The Sheriff spoke, anger laced in his words and fury in his eyes. He slammed the clipboard on his table.

I was sat inbetween Scott and Stiles and Melissa was standing at the door with an unreadable expression on her face. Thank god I didn't have to deal with Derek.

I looked to Stiles and he had that look on his face like he was about to say something sarcastic and make the situation much worse.

"What about school?" He asked, his voice echoing into the silence.

"You can attend classes while maintaining a 50 foot distance." Sheriff spoke, softly. But it was too soft.

"Okay but what if I have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're right next to eachother." He made motions with his hand. I stomped on his foot.

"Ow!" He realised the look everyone was giving him. "I'll just hold it."

We were dismissed and as I was about to leave the Sheriff called me along with Stiles. He dragged Stiles into a different room whilst placing a hand on my back to make sure I followed.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Stilinski snapped at his son.

"Oh come on it was just a joke!" Stiles protested.