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

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Season Six

A scared, frantic boy was in the sheriff's office.

The sheriff told the boy, "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents. And since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might have you remember. But I need you to be okay with it. I also need you to know that it's probably going to hurt you."

Alex shook his head. "I don't care. I just want to find my mom and dad."

"You ready?" Scott asked, kneeling in front of Alex.

He let out a breath and nodded. Scott flicked his claws and inserted them into the back of Alex's neck. He gasped and his eyes rolled into the back of his neck as Scott's closed.

Scott's eyes opened a few minutes later and stepped back. "What did you see?" Stiles wondered.

"I saw a guy on a horse," Scott said.

"Horse?"

"He had a gun."

Lucy frowned, fearing what it could be.

The sheriff looked between the teens. "Okay, a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours."

Lucy glanced to Alex and back to the sheriff. "And his parents? What happened to them?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't know. That's all I remember. But... I got this feeling."

"What kind of feeling?" Stiles asked.

"They're coming back," Alex replied. "They're coming for me."

Lucy followed Stiles, Malia, and Lydia out to a car. The car had a broken windshield and the passenger's door was missing.

"I don't think they're dead," Lydia said, glancing to Lucy who nodded.

Malia shrugged. "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia frowned. "They're not dead. If they were dead, Lucy and I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it."

Scott looked around. "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either."

Stiles looked at his friend. "Scott, what are you talkin' about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science. And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

Malia frowned. "Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead."

Lucy sighed. "They're not dead! No ringing ears, no sense of Underworld judging."

Malia glared as Stiles said, "Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

Lydia narrowed her eyes towards Stiles. "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural."

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and once a week you drag me and Lucy out of bed like we're some sort of supernatural metal detector."

He shrugged. "Okay, it is way more often than that."

Lucy frowned at him. "Every freaking night. I don't sleep well due to dreams as it is. I need my sleep!"

Stiles turned to her. "I can't stop if I know something's going on. You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"