𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Hospitality

I stare out of the window of the stolen prison transport van, watching the sun come up, as Scott drives towards the Beacon Hills Preserve. It's the first time tonight that I've actually had any time to think and my thoughts immediately return to everything that happened at Scott's house. The vision, what I did to Isaac, Allison. I hate not knowing what's going through her head right now.

"Did you see Gerard and Allison's dad?" Scott asks, to which I shake my head as he continues. "At the club, they were there too."

I continue to watch the blurry trees zooming past as Scott drives. "Yeah, it seems like they're everywhere."

There's a moment of silence as he taps his thumbs against the steering wheel before asking me another question.

"So, how are you doing?"

I glance at him before letting my head fall against the hard wall behind me and let out a short laugh. "Uh, on a scale from one to ten. I'd say about four and a half."

"Yeah, well, I'm starting to think this wasn't such a good idea either." He admits.

"The moment Stiles said, "It's gonna be fine, it's not like they're going to miss it." I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy."

Scott chuckles, but I notice the look of dread on his face. I'm sure my expression doesn't look too different.

"Alright, we're here." He announces as he applies pressure to the brakes, stopping the van in the middle of the woods.

We both get out and make our way to the rear doors of the vehicle.

"Where's Stiles?" I wonder, but just as the words leave my mouth, his blue Jeep screeches to a halt in front of us.

Stiles steps out, a backpack hanging off his shoulder as he carries a baggy pair of grey sweatpants in his hands while he walks towards us.

"Okay, so, who's doing the honors?" He asks, holding up the pants.

I cross my arms. "I spent half the night with his feet on my lap. I think I'll pass."

Stiles raises an eyebrow at Scott. "Scotty?"

"No way. You had me steal the van while you made small talk with the officer at the desk." Scott adds.

Stiles points his finger towards Scott. "Hey, I was distracting her, alright?"

"I don't think so, buddy." I place my hand on Stiles' shoulder, leading him to the back of the van. "Your genius plan, you do it."

He whips around, giving both of us pleading looks. "But I— Paper, Rock, Scissors?"

We don't budge, causing Stiles' face to drop.

"Uh, fine." Stiles gives in before shoving his backpack in my chest.

He opens up the left door before slowly getting into the back with Jackson. I peer in, seeing an indecent Jackson lying on the metal seats as Stiles clothes him with an uncomfortable look on his face before he attaches the chain cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He climbs back out, closing the door behind him, and makes his way to Scott and me.

I sit the backpack on the hood of the Jeep and cross my arms again as I look between them. "So, uh, what now?"

Scott shakes his head. "I— I guess I can try to figure out why he'd be after Danny. It just doesn't make any sense. I mean they're best friends."

I scratch the back of my neck as Stiles leans against the tree to my left. "I'll stay here. What about you, Wes?"

"I'm staying." I answer. "Hope you bought enough sandwiches."