Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

25 - Annoying Pest

If I'm being honest, I became a little less worried about this horrible plan when Uncle Chris told me that he would be helping us. No offense to my friends, but Uncle Chris really knows how to kick some ass and I feel a lot safer knowing he's sticking by Stiles and my side during all of this. 

The three of us met up in some empty room in the hospital that looks like it is only used for storage. The laptop that Stiles grabbed from the McCall house lays on top of a table in the very dimly lit hospital room with only a small table lamp on. 

I rest my palms on the edge of the table while my uncle types out a message to the Benefactor. The corners of my lips turn downwards at the bland sentences. I turn my head to the left to frown at my uncle. "That's it?" I point to the two sentences. 

SCOTT MCCALL DEAD. PAYMENT REQUESTED.

Uncle Chris furrows his eyebrows at my question directed at him. He opens his mouth to reply until my boyfriend cuts him off. 

"That's your assassin speak?" Stiles motions to the computer, much like I did. 

Uncle Chris' eyes widen in astonishment. "I said he's dead. What more do you want?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I mean, it was a little dry." 

"You could've said something, like-" 

"Target has been neutralized." 

"The crow flies at midnight." Stiles says next, "That's always cool." 

Stiles: It was a little dry. You could've said something like, "Target has been neutralized. The crow flies at midnight."That's always cool."

Uncle Chris makes a noise of amusement. Before he can say anything else, the laptop beeps and draws all of us in to peer down at it. A new message from the Benefactor pops up on the screen, one letter at a time. 

VISUAL CONFIRMATION REQUIRED.

Stiles and I lunge for the keyboard, bouncing into each other. My hands partially land on the keyboard and tangles with his own long fingers. Both of us jump away from the laptop and motion to each other to do the honors of writing back. When we both realize that we probably shouldn't do it, we step back and wave our hands in the air for Uncle Chris to respond. He only waves one hand back at the laptop for us to do it. 

After a quick look at each other, Stiles and I jump forward once again to be the one to send a message back to the Benefactor. 

"Stiles!" I exasperately shout at him. 

"Carter, just let me do something cool for once." Stiles tries to bump me out of the way. 

A hand lands on my shoulder and I yelp when my uncle moves both of us away from each other. He pushes Stiles away from me and places me in front the laptop. "We don't have time for this."

"Yeah, Stiles," I smirk at my pouting boyfriend. I set my fingers on the keyboard, ready to type out a message. "We don't have time for this." 

Stiles shoot sme a playful glare while poking his tongue in the inside of his cheek. My tongue slips between my lips at him, which only makes him crack an adorable smile. The two of us have always had such a playful relationship. 

Uncle Chris points to the laptop screen. "Type this, 'Visual confirmation isn't possible. Police coming to claim body in forty minutes.'"

I quickly type out the message as he says it out loud. I briefly glance down at the keyboard before looking back up at the screen. I've always been a pretty fast typer. I never knew it would be so handy- pun intended- in a situation like this.