Sparks, Flowers and Plaid Shirts (Book Two in the 'Plaid Shirts' series)

Revealing the Secret- (Cora POV)

A/N - This is another one where I have taken a scene from the show and adapted it to my liking to fit in with my universe I have going on here, hope you enjoy :)

The colours take longer to come together this time, moving from the darkness of the basement to brighter more vibrant colours mainly consisting of a blue tone. We all appear before the colours have settled standing in a close circle, Jackson is the first to speak, "That was... Shit" and yeah I can completely get aboard with that sentiment. "What I don't understand", Melissa begins her voice in that sharp mother tone, "Is one how no one noticed and two why you two didn't tell anyone". She pointed sharp fingers at Erica and Boyd who look down guiltily. Scott moved away from his mother slightly to snuggle further into Isaac backing away from his mother's accusatory tone. No one said anything only let the harshness of the words hang in the silence as if they didn't even know the answer to them when the last of the scene came together from the swirling colours.

We where standing in Stiles' old bedroom at the Sheriff's home. The Sheriff was standing near the desk to the left of the window, past me was sitting on Stiles' bed to the right of his window and Stiles was pacing back and forth in front of his open bedroom door. Stiles stopped momentarily and lifted a hand as if to run it through his hair but stopped half way to his head and then let his hand drop before continuing to pace. Scott moved to stand next to the memory Stiles only to jump back again as the boy stopped suddenly and said, "Yes, Okay", then bringing his hand up again before letting out, "No. Nooooo" and continuing his dizzying pace of indecisive pacing. Near the desk the Sheriff seamed to be getting frustrated with Stiles' pacing and snapped out, "Stiles!". Derek began to growl low in his throat again so I gripped onto his tightening fist and tried to get him to relax his hold.

Stiles begins to walk towards the Sheriff with his hand spread open in front of him, his voice is slightly strained and a bit emotional when he speaks, "Dad, I'm sorry okay. I'm just, I'm trying to...". He takes a deep but shaky breath letting it out before continuing, "I'm just trying to figure out how to start here". Lydia shifts uncomfortably as Stiles twitches nervously, like she always seams to do as Stiles gets agitated but seams to stiffen in unease further when the Sheriff cuts Stiles off by saying, "Stiles... I don't have this kind of time". The older man is quite visibly impatient as he crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at his son. This seams to sober Stiles slightly and he looks over to where past me is sat only to have me shrug back at him. That was... really unhelpful.

"Umm...", Stiles lets out after turning back towards the Sheriff before beginning to ramble, "For the last year... You had all these cases right, that you couldn't figure out, right. I mean all these murders involving Kate Argent and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him and all these murders right now. It's like... It's like you have been playing a loosing game". The Sheriff's face is set in a hard as stone expression, is obvious annoyance and anger at his son coming out when he speak almost through gritted teeth, "Stiles. The last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son". The statement causes Stiles to let out a deep almost resigned sigh as he brings his hands up to his head like the whole situation is giving him a headache. He doesn't lift his head to meet the Sheriff's intense gaze when hi hand twitched with that ever present ADHD and he practically breathes out, "I know, I'm...".

Stiles fades out of his train of thought as he spots something off to his right before breathing out something incoherent even to weres and practically dives over to the filing cabinet. He grasps onto the folded chess board and then flings him self back over towards his father standing at the desk. "That's... that's just it dad. The... The reason that you are loosing the game is cause you have never been able to see the whole board. Stiles places the chess board down onto his desk and begins to open it up. All the Sheriff does is look at him in anger and slight incredulity which doesn't seam to phase Stiles in the least, "I need to show you the whole board". Jackson starts to say something about Stiles being weird but the tugging feeling happens again in the bottom my gut and we are pulled forward into a skipping of time within the memory.