The Kids From Yesterday // Stiles Stilinksi [2/2]

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

Lucy pulled her legs up to her chest as she sat on the couch, watching their conversation unfold. "Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay?"

She nodded. "I think that's a perfectly acceptable reason to go."

The sheriff shot her a look before focusing back on his son. "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing is to go through the proper channels."

"Dad---" Stiles began.

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

Stiles shook 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. Besides; Lu had a demigod dream about them and she knows something's wrong. We're going."

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

"I'd find a way."

"I can throw you in a cell."

Lucy frowned. "You're not throwing me in any cell."

The sheriff turned to her. "No, I'll just deliver you back to Melissa."

Stiles glared. "I'd still find a way."

He sighed. "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. Or a demigod dream of some dark cave. 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?"

Stiles' impatience showed when he shifted from one foot to another. "Okay, great! That's great! Do I get a gun?"

The sheriff turned to his son. "No!"

Stiles turned to Lucy. "Do you have another sword, Lu?"

She shook her head. "Fresh out of Stygian Iron. Sorry. And I'm not getting any from the Underworld for you."

They swung by to get Malia and made their way to Scott's. They rushed to his room and Stiles tossed an article of clothing. Lucy threw a jacket to Malia. "Maybe this?"

She sniffed it and let out a sigh. "Fabric softener."

Stiles ran into Scott's bathroom and Lucy glanced at Malia. "Oh, gods, I'm sorry."

He reappeared with a pair of dirty underwear, causing Malia to glare at him in disgust. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line." He told her, shoving the boxers in her face.

She shot him a look before grabbing a pillow from Scott's bed. She sniffed it and smiled. "Got it."

Stiles let out a sigh. "Yeah. That works too."

They walked down the stairs and saw Liam sitting at the kitchen table. Stiles frowned at him. "Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" Liam wondered.

"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 or my girlfriend's throat out."

Lucy glanced at him. "Remember, this will be his first full moon without us."

Liam nodded and pointed to her. "Thanks, Lu! You can lock me up, right? Chain me to the back set or something?"

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