RETURN || SCOTT MCCALL [1]

6.01

"WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THREE THINKING?"

And these eight words, ladies and gentleman, are words I hear every other day of my life.

"We were just trying to help." Stiles Stilinski, one of my best friends, who happens to also be one of the only human friends I have, protests, like he usually does, and his father, Sheriff Stilinski, only sighs, like he usually does.

Shaking his head, his expression the definition of "I'm too old for this stuff", the Sheriff lets out a mirthless chuckle. "Why don't you try and help me understand... what the hell happened here?"

I exchange a look with Stiles and Scott McCall, my mate, my other half, my best friend for the better half of five years, before we all simultaneously duck our heads sheepishly. "Right, well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." I mumble, shrugging, and Scott grins.

  "Yeah!" he nods his head rapidly like a puppy.

The Sheriff raises one eyebrow, unconvinced, and, well, he honestly shouldn't be.

Gently persuading him to pull over? More like Stiles and I riding his death trap of a Jeep next to the van while Scott growls and claws on the hood of it.

"He was getting away." Stiles argues, as if that justifies practically giving the thief a heart attack.

The Sheriff nods, scoffing. "He got away." he points out, and Stiles flails a little.

"Right," the human agrees. "Because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad."

His dad snorts, and so do I. "Uh-huh. You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is? Hmm?"

  Scott and I wince. "Critical life-saving medical equipment?" I guess weakly.

"No."

"Poison gas?"

"Nope."

"Filled with drugs?"

"Helium." the Sheriff deadpans, arms crossed, and I cringe.

"Well, you have a good night, Sheriff." I give him a wide, false smile, pushing the two boys toward the Jeep, and the comply quickly.

The Sheriff only sighs exasperatedly, as I tell Stiles to step on it.

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"Helium?" I'm still pondering from where I lean between the two seats, always pushed to the back. That's how it is with Stiles- he drives, Scott gets shotgun over everyone, and I get shotgun over everyone but Scott. It could be worse, considering my little brother Liam is always pushed to the back even when it's just him and Stiles, so I never complain.

"This could be a good thing." my mate points out, leaning against his window, and Stiles snorts from where he's been oddly quiet while driving.

"That we saved helium?"

I laugh a bit, the human always making me laugh, even back when we first met, and I was probably the bitchiest, cold- hearted, self- absorbed ice queen to walk the halls of Beacon Hills High. "No, he means... that they don't need us anymore..." I trail off softly, and Scott nods beside me, because as his mate, we share the same thoughts.

"Okay, well, they need us." Stiles scoffs defensively. "They just don't know it."

I look to Scott, before thinking in my mind, knowing full well with our telekinesis he can hear me.

Tread lightly.

I will- he hasn't talked about it yet.

Scott takes a deep breath. "We're all going off to college soon, so Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us..."