Move On ~Liam Dunbar/Teen Wolf

117: Part 2

Chelsea's P.O.V.

We all rushed to the old Hale house and saw a deputy there.

"Shoot." I scrunch up my nose in.

"Let's see what happened." Stiles says getting out of the car.

We walk up to the deputy at the scene.

"What happened here?" Stiles points around the scene.

The deputy ignores Stiles.

Stiles clears his throat and hands the deputy a twenty dollar bill, "No one needs to know. Just tell me what happened."

Oh my god Stiles, I thought.

The deputy just glares at Stiles.

Stiles puts the twenty away, "Look, my dad is the Sheriff. I will file a complain if you don't tell me what happened here."

The deputy rolls his eyes, "Some teenager was taken in for trespassing."

"Derek." I whisper to Scott.

"Where did they take him?" Stiles raises an eyebrow.

"To your dad." He answers.

"Now was that so hard?" Stiles looks at the deputy in disappointment for not telling him what happened in the first place.

We all rushed back into the car.

"I totally scared that deputy." Stiles says feeling proud of himself as he starts the car.

"Yeah, you totally did." I say sarcastically.

"Really?" Stiles smiles ecstatically as he stares at me through the rear view mirror.

"No." I scoff. "Now drive."

"Meanie." Stiles says under his breath.

I just laugh.

Once we made it to the station, we ran to the door catching everyone's attention. The Sheriff stared at us displeased with our dramatic entrance.

The Sheriff turned to the other deputy, "I'll handle this."

He ushers us in into his office. The Sheriff leans against his desk as we stood in front of him, "I want you to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest. Have you been time traveling?"

I snorted as Stiles replied to his dad bizarre question. "Hang on. What?"

"Because if time traveling is real, you know what? I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House." Sheriff slightly raises his voice in distress.

"We found him like that." Scott cuts in.

"Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?" Sheriff stands up clearly bewilder.

"No. We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church in the middle of the town that was destroyed by an earthquake." Stiles explains to his father and soon realizes he gave us away.

Really Stiles? You tell him this now? I thought.

"You told me you went camping." Sheriff looks at Stiles bemused.

"Yeah we were. It was in-in Mexico." Stiles stutters.

Sheriff points his finger at Stiles, ready to discipline the hell out of him, but I spoke up.

"Derek's been aged backwards. He can't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him." Stiles adds holding his hand up at his dad hoping to calm him down.