Lydia's Cousin -1-

Restraint

Laney's Pov.

Puts another picture on my board, a swim team photo in the corner and Mr. Harris class in 2006 in the other corner, Kanima master ? In the middle of the board. Doesn't know how to swim, all 24, all murders from swim team. Knew Jackson had the camera and that Danny was fixing the video.

Writes down a suspect name on the board, Matt Daeler.

Stiles Pov.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him" Allison says, from my phone on loud speaker.

"Or he doesn't remember" Scott says, leaning over the table.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Laney and Lydia when they both took off from the hospital?" I ask, looking up at Scott.

"A fugue state?" Allison asks, on the other end of the phone.

"He's have to forget everything. The murder" Scott says.

"Getting rid of the blood" Allison says.

"But he had help with one thing though, the video" I say.

"Maybe someone else helped him forget that" Scott says, looking at me "Whoever's controlling him"

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing" I say, looking down at my phone.

"So do we try to convince him he's not?" Allison asks.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah" Scott says, nodding.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us" I say, looks up at Scott "Right?"

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My dad comes and gets us once Jackso's dad has finished the restraining order, I sit next to Scott looking at my dad as he reads what Mr. Whittemore has written "You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically" Puts it down when he's done.

"What about school?" I ask, looking at dad, seriously wondering about that.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance" Dad says, looking at me.

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" I ask, actually curious about that, noticing the look on my dad's face "I'll just hold it"

Dad pulls me out of the room "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're pressing charges?" He says, looking at me.

"Come on, it was just a joke" I say, looking at dad.

"A joke?" Dad asks, looking at me.

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken that seriously" I say, looking at dad "Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here"

"Uh huh" Dad says, looking at me.

"Uh huh" I say, looking at dad.

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen transport van, huh?" Dad asks, looking at me.