I Guess We're Lucky

The Plan is Set in Motion

     Stiles turned the key to his jeep, only to find out it wouldn't start. Sighing he grabbed the toolbox then opened the hood. He was really tired and didn't have time for this. He needed to get going, he didn't mean to fall asleep so long in the library.

     He began to twist the wrench hoping whatever he was twisting would fix itself, when he heard something behind him. Before he could turn around something slammed his head onto the jeep. He fell to the ground dazed, with blood now running down the side of his face. Before he could do anything, his attacker picked him up and turned him around.

     To Stiles's surprise he faced a Donovan with a mouth full of sharp teeth. Wide-eyed and now panicking Stiles felt around behind him and felt his hand brush the wrench. He quickly grabbed it and swung his arm around to connect with Donovan's head. 

     Blood splattered out of Donovan's mouth as his head turned from the force of the wrench. He growled and let go of Stiles. 

     "Oh come on Stiles. If you just played along we wouldn't have to make this so hard." Donovan said spitting blood out of his mouth.

     "What do you want? We can help you. You're not the only person this has happened to", Stiles said making the connection that he must be a chimera. His voice was weary and knees shaky from the adrenaline and probable concussion.

     "I don't need help", he spat out with a malicious grin on his face. "I need you Stiles. You see, I have some things I need to settle with your dear old dad.  He did something terrible, but he probably never told you." Donovan began to circle around Stiles threateningly.

     Stiles watched his every move, waiting for him to attack. He was probably trying to distract him by going off on a rant. That wouldn't work on Stiles though, he could easily listen to whatever Donovan said and calculate his every move.

     "Did you know back when your dad was a deputy, his partner was my dad?" He said continuing to circle. "Did you know my dad is paralyzed, because he was shot on duty? Your dad was too scared to go in with him when they were answering a call, after hearing gun shots. Your dad ran back to the car to call for backup, while my dad went in to help." 

     Stiles continued to watch and listen, clutching the wrench. He knew their dad's used to be partners, and that Donovan's dad was paralyzed from the waist down. However, he didn't know how it happened. He braced himself for whatever Donovan was going to say to distract him.

     "Maybe if your dad had gone in with him like he should have, my dad wouldn't have been shot. Maybe your dad would have even been the one who was shot", Donovan said trying to provoke Stiles. "Maybe it would have even killed him. He deserved it Stiles. Not my dad", Donovan said stopping a few yards in front of Stiles. "Maybe your dad would have died Stiles, just like your mom. And you would be all alone."

     That did the trick. Stiles dropped the arm that was holding the wrench. He was completely astounded at what Donovan just said. He didn't have time to ponder it for long, because Donovan began to advance.

     Stiles came back to the present and swung the wrench out again connecting it with the side of Donovan's head again. This time Donovan wasn't as dazed and grabbed Stiles' wrist. He squeezed it crushing bone and causing Stiles to drop the wrench and yell out in pain. Donovan swung his free hand around and connected it with the side of Stiles' head.

     Stiles fell to the ground clutching the side of his head. Donovan kicked him in the stomach causing Stiles to curl in on himself. Air left his lungs and left him gasping.  He opened his bleary eyes to see the wrench a few feet away on the ground. He gathered his strength and began to crawl over. 

     He was way dizzier than he thought he was because he fell over again as soon as he got on his hands. Donovan saw what he was doing and walked over to pick up the wrench.

     "It's funny how the tables have turned isn't it?" Donovan said picking up the wrench. He walked over to Stiles and knelt down. "I have a little message I have to send to your dad Stiles."

     Realizing what he meant Stiles eyes widened. Donovan smirked and held up his hand, which had a mouth on it.

     "No. No no no!" Stiles yelled trying to scramble away. Donovan latched his hand onto Stiles' shoulder to keep him in place. Stiles screamed out in pain.

     "We are going to have some fun Stiles", Donovan said with a sincere look on his face. With that he clutched Stiles' hair and picked up his head then slammed it down on the pavement. Stiles saw black.

     Donovan threw the wrench aside then stood up. He walked over to the tool box and got out the ductape. He walked back over to Stiles and rolled him over on to his stomach. Grabbing his hands and pinning them behind his back he tied them together. He then rolled him back over and onto his back and wrapped the duck tape around his mouth several times. 

     Donovan was the son of a cop too and knew that Stiles probably also knew how to escape from handcuffs and zip ties. He took care in making sure his hands were tightly secured before moving on and doing the same with his feet. He saw a truck pull into the parking lot and smiled as he saw Theo through the glass.

     "Throw him in the back seat", Theo said when he rolled down his window. With his new found strength Donovan found it very easy to sling Stiles over his shoulder. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face with how successful the plan went. 

     "I will give you a ride to the warehouse and that's it. I can't help anymore after that", Theo said after Donovan hopped in the front seat. Theo backed up the same way he came to stay out of the way of the security cameras. He knew Scott and the rest of the pack would recognize his truck.

     Donovan looked back at Stiles laid across the back seat. He smirked, enjoying seeing Stiles so quiet and helpless. His snarky attitude and sarcasm put out. He would enjoy this.