Fallen » Isaac Lahey

Chapter 6

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably- he'd have to forget everything. The murder" Allison said on the phone.

"Or he doesn't remember" I shrugged.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggested.

"A fugue state?" Allison said.

"Doesn't know someone's controlling him" Scott said.

"Getting rid of the blood" Allison added.

"But he had help with one thing; the video. And someone else helped him forget that" Stiles said.

"Whoever's controlling him"

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing" Stiles answered.

"So do we try to convince him he's not?" I questioned.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah"

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison said.

"Yeah, it's us" Stiles laughed a little. "He'll talk to us. Right?"

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"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically" Sheriff Stilinksi informed us.

"What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance"

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles asked. His dad gave him a glare. "I'll just hold it"

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Mr Stilinski said.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke" Stiles laughed.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?" He raised his eyebrows.

"We filled the tank!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Shay, give us a moment" his dad smiled at me.

I nodded and left Stiles and his dad alone and headed down the hall. I could see Scott and his mom in the distance.

"It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed" His mom said.

Scott's eyes widened. "I missed a chemistry test?"

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded"

"What about work?"

"Fine other than work. And no TV"

"The TV's broken"

"Then no computer"

"I need the computer for school"

"Then no, uh no Stiles"