"Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball"
Emily "Lemony" Stilinski woke from a coma when her friend Allison Argent died.
Once she woke everything was different, n...
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A/N: Okay these gifs are kinda annoying me now. Also sorry this chapter is more a build up chapter than an eventual chapter.
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The plan was set, the group were ready, they just needed final things to fall into place, Scott and Kira's scents and Kira's sword. Artie left to pick up her bow and arrows. Lydia went to get Kira's jacket, while Derek and Braeden were preparing a elaborate collection of guns which would make even the Calaveras nervous. Stiles and Lemony went to the sheriff station.
"You're not going to Mexico." Noah's voice was tired and fed up with the crazy stories.
"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay?" Stiles followed him around his office. "I think that's pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico."
"Okay." Noah leant against his desk. "Even if Deaton is right about this."
"Yeah." His two children leaned forwards.
"The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels." Noah explained.
"Dad." Stiles said in defeat, Lemony just sighed.
"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points." Noah didn't stop.
"Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay?" Stiles argued. "Someone needs to go down there right now, find them and rescue them. I'm going."
"We Stiles." Lemony interrupted. "We are going."
Stiles pointed to Lemony. "Right we."
"I can keep you two from going." Noah was pointing now, it was an annoyed point.
"I'd find a way." Stiles shrugged.
"I can throw you in a cell." Noah's eyebrows were so creased they looked like one eyebrow rather than two.
"Don't believe it." Lemony spoke, mainly to herself.
"I'd still find a way." Stiles raised his arms in the air at his dad.
Noah took a breath, it was monologue time. Noah gestured as he spoke. "Stiles, please. Just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by 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?"
"Okay, okay, great." Stiles pointed at Noah. "Do I get a gun?"
"No." Noah dismissed, walking away.
"But you have one, Lem has her scythe." Stiles asked. "What do I have?"
Lemony shrugged. "A baseball bat." She then walked out of the door, following Noah who left just before.
