Seva: Service; working for the benefit of others.
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Angelina spent her late preteens into her early teens fighting for not only her life, but the lives of others close to her. She just wished that after the loss of their close friend, Allison Argent...
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"You are not going to Mexico." Noah Stilinski whisper-shouted at his children while he slammed the office door shut.
Angelina awkwardly shifted next to Stiles, then sat down on the couch. She never was good with this stuff, she always hated when their dad got angry or upset.
"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico, okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico." Stiles argued.
Their father paced, turning to the siblings and sighing. "Okay, even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing to do is to go through the proper channels."
"Dad-"
"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, boarder patrol, putting out-"
"Dad! We can't just wait around!" Angelina argued standing up from the couch and walking over to the desk. "Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them."
"I'm going." Stiles added.
"We're going." She corrected.
"I can keep you from going." Noah put out there.
"We'd find a way." His daughter smiled.
"I can throw you both in a cell."
"Dad, Angel is literally strong enough to rip those apart."
"Guys, 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!" He whisper shouted again. "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 I get a gun?" Stiles rubbed his hands together, making his sister laugh.
"No." Angelina and Noah said at the same time.
Once their dad walked out Stiles grabbed Angie by the arm and dragged her out to the jeep. "We're still going aren't we?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yup."
"Here try that." Stiles tossed one of Scott's jackets to Malia.
"Fabric softener." She sighed.
He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a pair of boxers. For Scott, right?
"No. Stiles, ew." Angelina groaned, walking out into the hallway.
Malia turned around and ran over to his bed, grabbing the pillow and instantly finding a scent.
