Frozen In Time

07

"He what?!" Stansfield shouts in Stiles' face, causing the younger man to flinch at the harsh sound.

"Bullshit." Stansfield comments in a much lower and quieter tone.

"I'm not kidding, sir. There's no bullshit. He's alive. Scott McCall is his name and he is breathing and everything. Standing up, actually. He's still a little cold and pale, but nothing heaters, warm blankets, hot drinks and warm clothes can't fix. There's no sign of frostbite or any other deterioration, nor does he seem to have any illnesses thus far. The ice somehow miraculously kept him safe from danger for 70 years." Stiles informs his boss once again.

"Mr Stilinski, you better not be messing with me, or I'll be kicking you out the door for good in less than a second." Stansfield practically growls at Stiles.

"It's completely true though, sir. You can see for yourself. You wanted me to inform you when the ice was melted, right? Well the ice has melted... And Scott isn't as dead as we once thought he was." Stiles continues in his upbeat, cheerful tone. Stansfield groans and rubs a hand over his face, obviously not in the mood to deal with something as impossible sounding as this today.

"I need to stop giving you permission to go on all these expeditions." Stansfield grumbles and Stiles can't help but smirk at that. Stiles knows that Stansfield can't deny that he does great work, but unfortunately for Stansfield, Stiles does tend to push his buttons a little. Although, today would definitely be the most he's ever pushed the boundaries, but it's not his fault, not really.

"Alright, fine. Show me this Scott. If it turns out you're just pulling my leg... You'll regret it, Stilinski." Stansfield finally decides.

"I won't regret it, sir. Now, come on!" Stiles replies cheerfully before turning around and rushing out of Stansfield's office and down the hallway, back to the lab, assuming that Stansfield is following after him, which he is. Once Stiles gets to his lab, he stops for a moment and waits for Stansfield to catch up. Suddenly, Stiles is a little nervous, not knowing what Stansfield will want to do with Scott. Stiles tries to calm himself down by reminding himself that he made a promise to Scott to look after him and not leave him, and Stiles intends on sticking to that promise.

"Hurry up, Stilinski. We don't have all day." Robert Stansfield grumbles impatiently. Stiles rolls his eyes a little bit, but reaches out and opens the door anyway, stepping into the lab with Stansfield following right behind them. The two men see Scott standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, right where Stiles had left him.

"Uh, hi." Scott greets, waving a little as he gazes from Stiles to the man he has never seen before, but Scott can tell that he is very shocked to see him.

"Hi." Stansfield stammers the only world he can actually say at the moment. He's speechless and he can't believe it. How is this possible? How is this Scott person alive? He was certain Stilinski was pulling his leg, but apparently not.

"Right. Scott, this is Robert Stansfield, basically the CEO for this whole place, and my boss. Stansfield, this is Scott McCall, who has been trapped and frozen in ice since 1948." Stiles introduces the two men to each other, breaking the very awkward silence. Well, it's very awkward on Scott's part, at least. Stansfield just looks fascinated.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Scott. Very nice indeed." Stansfield says as he walks up to Scott and holds his hand out to shake it. Scott hesitates, unsure whether to trust this man or not. His eyes flick over to Stiles, who gives him a small, comforting nod and smile of reassurance. With that little reassurance that it's okay from Stiles, Scott finally extends his own hand and tentatively shakes Robert Stansfield's hand.