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

A Spattering of Red - (Allison POV)

A/N - Once again I am switching up the order of a scene to suit my plot, especially because in my time line certain people who don't make it to certain seasons are still alive. Sorry again for the late update, I could give you all the excuses but it would take forever to type out... lets just say I have been and still am really busy recently as well as being really ill and I truly am sorry about neglecting my writing.

Something is different this time when the scene comes together, it feels, strange. Everything feels pushed in and confined. Like we are trapped in some way. It just feels wrong. So very wrong. The whole scene had a slight blue tinge to it and was slightly shimmering at the edges. It was cold, so cold. The scene opens up to Stiles just standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods before it zooms out of focus in a jarring manner, when the scene comes to a stop again I slam into Lydia's back as I stumble forward and the other girl falls into Jackson who doesn't budge but does huff indignantly. Cora floats over from her position next to Derek and places a steadying arm on my arm giving it a slight squeeze to make sure I okay, I nod to her and she pats my arm a little more before turning to the scene playing out in front of us.

There is a scrabbling noise in the direction of where she is looking and I follow her gaze to see it is coming from a rather frantic looking Stiles. We are standing in Coaches office as Stiles flings himself around the room in an unorganized frenzy seeming to pull out and open and just be trying to look at every single object in the room.He lunges over to the desk and begins to rummage through a pile of paper before checking the desk drawer. Huffing out a massive breath of air he flings himself down onto the coaches seat after slamming the drawer shut and just stares at the table. There is a smaller stack of folded notes in the table that Stiles spots and gives a considering look before picking them up and reading the first one. He flicks through the, and the red 'APPROVED' stamp on each appears to be fading with each before he stops suddenly on the next one which has 'APPROVED' stamped on it in deep black. He appears to be lost in fought for a moment before spreading the papers out in font of them to see the others stamped in black and then looking over the items on the desk.

Stiles eyes linger on the bright orange mug to the right on the desk and carefully reaches forward and picks up the item, turning it over in his hands to expose the black thumb prints left on its side by the ink. When the voice speaks from over in the door way the pack all jump and Stiles scrambles out of the chair. "I was wondering how that idiot got sick. I am also wondering where your friends are". The man standing in the door way smiles creepily, his stubbled jaw twitching up with the movement. He was wearing a shit with a tie and had two moles, one above is lip and one just above his chin. I remember the noise his body made when it hit the ground. The man continued to speak as he twisted a silencer onto the muzzle of a gun with a click, "Since I want to get paid by the Benefactor, I have to get proof that they are dead".

"When the hell was this!", Derek asked. Scott squinted for a moment before shaking his head slightly and answering, "Just after I joined the pack, When you had gone to South America for a few days to get Cora back to help with the whole benefactor thing. It was the day we where meant to take our SAT's. Right now I think Erica, Boyd and I are locked in the Hale vault". Derek frowned but turned back to Stiles who says with a tight voice that is almost a whisper, "Visual Conformation". The man raises his eye brow in a slightly judging gesture as if saying 'Well duh' and raises the gun to point at Stiles, "Exactly", the man says happily, then the time within the memory skips and we are pulled forward and through a wall into a different room in the school.

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Stiles comes tumbling through the door to the classroom that we have been transported into, he has to grip onto the sides of the frame to keep himself standing as the man pushes him further into the room. The look on Stiles face is just utterly pissed and not the frightened that I had expected it had been on that day. Stiles continues into the room with his back to the man with the gun pointed low on his back. "You still look feverish Mr Stilinski", the man says as they continue to walk into the room and Stiles' hands twitch as if to go and wipe off some of the sweat that is collecting on his brow. The man continues, "You should know something. The virus doesn't kill humans. You will get better. So don't you think you should tell me where they are. Shouldn't one of you get to live?".