Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Sundowning Pt 2

 With a breath of determination, I sat down in the chair adjacent to Elias. "Mr. Stilinski, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I was a friend of a guy named Stiles. This is Lydia Martin." She sat down in the chair in front of him, smiling as he looked at her, while Scott stood on the other side of the table. "That's my bo-... Uh, that's Scott McCall, and over there. That's Malia Tate."

Elias looked around at all of us, but his eyes stayed on Scott. "You're Scott?" Scott nodded with a smile. "No, no, no, no, no. You're my son."

"Keep it down, old guy!" Malia hissed. "You'll wake the other old people." Malia picked up a pea from the pile in the trey of food. They looked hardly cooked, yet she popped it in her mouth. Then she kept going, inhaling the peas like they actually tasted good. Great. We broke Malia.

"I don't like her," Elias mumbled to me, and I giggled at him.

"She can be difficult to get along with at first, but you grow to love her," I replied, and he cracked a small smile. Maybe I was getting somewhere. "Elias, your son. He's the Sheriff of Beacon Hills."

"Sheriff? No, no, no. I-I was in the Army."

"Use your claws, Scott," Malia whispered.

"It could kill him," Scott replied.

"No, a man this age with no healing abilities and an already damaged brain, it would definitely kill him," I said.

"I get that. But we're running out of time," Malia said.

"I can't." Scott shook his head.

Malia, who obviously didn't like Scott's answer, growled and flicked out her claws, stalking toward Elias with the intent of doing it herself. I quickly stood to my feet, grabbing her wrist in my hand and giving her a glare meant to warn her. "Do not touch him. We're not hurting him."

Elias, who'd jumped back in his seat at the sight of Malia's claws, said, "Young lady, you need to clip those nails." Malia frowned, backing down as I released her wrist. She walked away to cool down, her arms crossed, and Scott got up to pace. I sat back down in my seat, offering Elias a comforting smile.

"You shouldn't be here," he said to us, but he was speaking to an audience who already knew that. "If you don't leave, I'll have to report you." He riffled through his stack of papers, his exterior now hard and business-like.

"Uhhh, what's wrong with him?" Scott asked.

Lydia looked at the windows and frowned while Elias mumbled angry nonsense to himself. "The sun went down. He's sundowning. It's when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down."

Elias panted heavily, almost like he was about to cry. "I don't want to talk to you anymore!" I moved out of the way just in time for his pointed finger to miss my face. He wasn't aiming for me, but he did look a little sorry that he missed.

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"We wait until the sun comes back up," Lydia replied.

"We can't wait that long," Malia complained.

"There's gotta be something we could do to keep him quiet," Scott said while Elias yelled at us to leave over and over again, his voice cracking like he was about to cry.

"I can calm him down," Malia said, to which all three of us gave a quick and stern 'no!'.

I didn't know how I knew to do it, but I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a math equation on it. It was nothing difficult considering I wasn't the math genius that Lydia was, but I hoped it would work. "Elias, look at this equation for me." He quieted down as I shoved the paper over to him. "It's binomial probability. What's p?"