Alaska ➳ Stilinski | t.w

four ; goodnight

[ four ; goodnight ]

"She wasn't just a girl. She was full of bright stars, destructive asteroids, diminishing planets, and secrets far more complicated than a simple explanation. She was more than just a girl. She was a galaxy. "

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"Hey! Ow! Ow, ow, ow." I could see Stiles being pulled by the ear by his father rather aggressively.

"There, stand." The Sheriff let out a sigh of frustration. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to help."

"Uh-huh. Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

Stiles stood in front of his dad with the blankest look on his face and his mouth hanging open. I was standing with Scott, since I decided to come watch Derek get arrested which he didn't seem to be very glad about.

Stiles looked at a loss for words, so I ran up to them.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." I slid into the conversation, saving Stiles.

"I'm sorry, who are you? And which he dropped when?"

"Alaska Nox, and the other night."

Mr. Stilinski looked at his son, "the other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes?"

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home taking care of Alaska?"

"Yes. No. Oh, crap."

"So you lied to me?"

"That depends on how you define lying."

"Well, I define it as not telling the truth.
How do you define it?"

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position?" Stiles slanted his body slightly, giving his dad and I an unnecessary visual.

"Get the hell out of here."

"Absolutely!" Stiles pushed me away from the scene and into the jeep as I called out to his dad.

"It was nice meeting you Sheriff Stilinski!" But I earned nothing but a short lived smile.

As Stiles drove, Scott hogged shot gun, and I slumped myself into the backseat.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." Scott was researching, but it didn't seem to actually help.

Maybe he just wasn't as good as researching like Stiles. But I definitely knew he didn't have the brains of Stiles either.

"You're bound to find something soon Scotty," I was holding the sides of the seats to get a better view of his research. Still nothing.

"Maybe, it's Iike a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's Iike a special skill. You know, like something you have to lean." Stiles eyes were trained on the road and his hands gripped the steering wheel.

"I'll put it on my to-do list. Right underneath, 'Figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight.'"

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles continued on.

"Yeah how would girl werewolves handle their monthly cycle right?" I said aloud my thoughts.

Scott soon became much different, seemingly in pain, "Okay, stop it."