Dark Side of the World // S.S. [Book Two]

Chapter 12

"The two of you are not going to Mexico!" Sheriff yells.

I sit on the couch in the station, listening to the conversation. "Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay?"

"Reasonable reason to go, I should think." I say.

Sheriff frowns at me before turning back to his son. "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing is to go through the proper channels."

"Dad--" Stiles tries.

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."

Stiles shakes his head. "Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay? Someone needs to go down there, find them, and rescue them. We're going."

Sheriff Stilinski narrows his eyes. "I can keep you from going."

"I'd find a way."

"I can throw you in a cell."

"I'd still find a way."

I can't help but let out a laugh as the sheriff says, "Stiles, please. Just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision with some guy with a third eye. Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to. If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go, okay?"

I can see Stiles' impatience, thanks to him shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Okay, great! That's great! Do I get a gun?"

Sheriff and I look at Stiles in disbelief. "No!"

We pick up Malia and head to Scott's. We run up to his room and Stiles tosses something that hopefully smells like Scott. I then toss her a jacket. "How about that?"

She sniffs it and sighs. "Fabric softener."

Stiles runs into Scott's bathroom and I turn to Malia. "I'm so sorry."

He returns with a pair of dirty underwear, causing a look of disgust to cross Malia's face. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line." He says, shoving a pair of boxers in her face.

She gives him a look and grabs a pillow from Scott's bed. She sniffs it and says, "Got it."

Stiles sighs. "Yeah. That works too."

As we walk down the stairs, we see Liam sitting at the kitchen table. Stiles gives him a look. "Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" Liam asks.

"Because it's a full moon. And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out."

"Stiles, this will be his first full moon without us." I remind him.

Liam nods. "Thank you, Meg! Yeah! You can lock me up, right? Chain me to the back seat or something?"

Malia frowns. "You tore through the last chains, remember?"

Stiles sighs. "Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there."

Liam looks between the three of us. "Okay, then where do we get carbonite?"

"Oh, gods."

Stiles narrows his eyes. "Seriously? You haven't seen it either?"

I turn to Liam and smirk. "Movie night. You're gonna watch my favorite movie."

He smiles. "Sounds good." He then turns back to Stiles. "Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?"

Malia rolls her eyes. "You'd get out of that, too."