The Stiles Experiment

Chapter 3

Sheriff Stilinski sighed a week later, looking at Dr. Christensen's card, as well as trying to find information on his facility in Alaska when he heard the door swing open and a yell echoing through the house.

"Hey dad! I'm home!"

Even though he knew the research would benefit several others with the disease that killed his wife and almost took his son's life, he didn't know if he was prepared to lose Stiles for five years after just getting him back.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Stiles walk into the dining room with a plate of Double Stuff Oreos and a tall glass of milk, so he covered his research with his elbows, closed the laptop and asked the question on his mind.

"Where did you find Oreos?"

"It doesn't matter, you can't eat them. Remember, we eat healthy." He insisted, popping one into his mouth.

"That's a extremely healthy after school snack, kiddo." His dad smirked sarcastically, reaching for one of them on the edge of the plate. However, his son was too fast for him as he moved the small plate out of his reach from the chair he was in, standing up.

"Yeah, well I'm almost 17 and don't have high cholesterol, so I can have these." The teen insisted, mouth full of the chocolate cookies.

"If you choke, then it doesn't matter what your cholesterol levels are."

Stiles rolled his eyes, downing the glass of milk before catching his eye on the papers. "What's that?" He questioned, still with Oreo in his mouth.

Not wanting to make his son suspicious, he replied with the answer you would give a seven year old.

"Adult stuff."

"Dad, I'll be a adult in a year and three months, therefore, I call it close enough." Stiles argued, grabbing for the laptop and opening it, whilst his dad protested.

"Stiles, don-"

"West Alaska Medical Institution?" Stiles asked, a slight whimper creeping into his voice after scanning the screen. "You think I need to be in a institution like Eichan House?"

"Stiles, it isn't what you think is." His dad started, standing up, but his son backed away, sadness turning to rage in a instant after placing the laptop back onto the table.

"No, I know exactly what it is! You think I'm going crazy like Mom did! Well, guess what?! I'm not Mom! I'm finally normal again, and you still think I'm absolutely crazy! You don't even believe me about Scott and the others, do you?!"

"Stiles, that is completely untrue. Yes, I believe you about the supernatural. I also know that the supernatural almost killed you! I can't lose you too." He insisted, tears forming in his eyes with thoughts of the past months flooding his mind while he started to slowly advance towards his son in order to calm him down, but Stiles wasn't having it as he continued to back towards the stairs.

"Stop treating me like a insane criminal! I'm not a basket case with a sob story, I'm your son! And yeah, people are dead cause of me getting possessed! Do you think that I wanted Aiden to die?! That I wanted Allison to die?!"

"Stiles-"

"Just leave me the hell alone!" The teen stormed up the stairs, the door loudly slamming closed a few moments later, causing his dad to wince, before sitting back down, staring at the card with the small phone number on it.

He rubbed his eyes after a few moments, feeling the stress of his job, his son, and the fact that money wasn't really coming in anymore finally wearing down on him.