Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

34 - Transport Van

"You have to find him." 

I yell out and tumble to the ground from the chair I was sitting in by Mr. Stilinski's office desk. I land with a loud thud and my head bounces against the carpeted floor. A low groan floats off of my lips as I press a hand against my head where it hit the ground. Stiles and his father peer down at me in surprise.

"Carter, are you okay?" Stiles walks over to where I fell. He reaches down to grab my hands in his to pull me to my feet. 

I narrow my eyes at Allison, who is only standing a few feet away with an apologetic look on her face.  I awkwardly laugh, "Uh, yeah. Sorry." 

Stiles gives me a weird look before turning back to his dad. "Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico, okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico."

I sit back down in the chair I was originally sitting in. I flick my eyes over to Allison, waiting for her to say something. 

"Carter, you have to find Scott." 

I press my lips together, not wanting to start randomly talking to thin air. I nod my head. Stiles and Mr. Stilinski's gaze land back on me, noticing my odd actions. 

I throw my hands up in the air. "I see dead people, alright?" I explode, exasperatedly. "It's not my fault that they randomly show up and want to talk to me." 

Stiles cocks an eyebrow. 

I huff and fold my arms over my chest. "Allison, I know that we have to find Scott. Trust me, we are going to find him." 

"Take my bow with you." 

"I'm sorry, what?" I give my cousin an incredulous look. 

Allison paces a little bit in front of me. "I know dad has been training you a little bit. You know how to use a bow. You don't know what you are going to run into in Mexico."

"The only target I can hit is thin air!" I snap at her. 

Stiles and his dad watch as I seem to have an arguement with myself. To them, they can't see Allison standing only a few feet away from them. They can't hear her, like I can. I probably look, like, I belong in Eichen House from being able to talk to the dead.

"Fire three arrows at once. You're bound to hit something." Allison shrugs, nonchalantly. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I can barely even draw an arrow back and you want me to fire three at one time." 

"I don't want you going to Mexico without a weapon." 

"I'll throw a rock at someone."

"Carter, really?" 

"Allison, really?" I mock her tone. "Rocks can be dangerous."

Allison presses her fingers to her temples. "Okay, just- If you need me, you know I'll be there to help you." She sighs. 

I wait until she disappears into thin air to turn towards the two real people in the office. I flash a smile. "Please continue."

Mr. Stilinski's furrowed look lingers on me before he walks around his desk. He looks back to Stiles. "Okay, even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing to do is to go through the proper channels." 

"Dad-" Stiles shakes his head and waves his hand in the air in frustration. 

"That means, calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points..."