𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

44|try to be civil

Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Planning on knocking this one over, too?" I asked.

He chuckled lightly at the little reminder of how he had pulled the vending machine over when we were here while Lydia was in the hospital. I felt one of his hands on my arm, while the other inserted a coin into the machine, "Not if it decides to give me my food this time. Do you want anything?"

Unwrapping myself from him, I stepped so that I was standing by his side. "I'm okay, thanks. How's your dad."

"He's awake," he said with a small smile. "And he knows everything about that night in the library. I mean, he knew before, but he thought it was Theo. I told him the truth and he doesn't hate me."

"Of course he doesn't," I said, knowing full well his father could never.

The metallic sound of wheels caught our attention, both of us turning to see two nurses rolling a gurney with a body bag on it through the hallway. I was about to say something when I noticed that Stiles had one of his confused thinking faces on.

Before I got the chance to ask him what was wrong, he grabbed my hand and led me to his dad's hospital room. I lifted a chair over so that I could sit beside him as he took a seat beside his dad's bed and grabbed out the man's laptop.

He was logged in moments later, beginning to sift through what I could only imagine being confidential files.

There was a small yawn before I noticed the Sheriff was now awake, squinting down at his son. "Is that my laptop?"

"Yep," Stiles answered, not really caring.

"Do you have my password?" the man asked. I almost laughed; you'd think he would already know the answer to that.

Stiles looked just as confused by the question, "I have all your passwords. You know they just brought in another body from last night?"

"Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't find out," he groaned as he sat up. When he finally spotted me, he smiled, "Riley, good to see you. Stiles told me what happened, I'm glad to see you're okay."

"Thanks, Noah," I smiled gratefully. "You too; you're a real fighter."

"Someone's gotta keep you kids out of trouble," he chuckled. When he looked back at his son and noticed the boy was still going through his laptop, he held his hand out, "Speaking of which, give me my damn computer."

"Hang on, hang on," Stiles said quickly, moving out of reach of his father. The Sheriff groaned as he strained, still sore from his surgery, no doubt.
"I think there's some footage missing. Or something missing in the footage," the boy stated.

"I think there's something missing in your head."

I laughed, watching as the man reached for his laptop again, only for Stiles to turn away from him so he couldn't get a hold of it.

"You need your rest," Stiles claimed, continuing to go through the files in search of whatever he was after.

When I noticed a confused squinting look reach his face, I stood up from the chair to stand beside him. He played the video he found again so that I could see it, but  I immediately made him play it again, doubting what I was seeing with my own eyes.

Something large had just torn its way out of a building, black smoke sifting off of it and bright blue eyes. It reminded me of Peter when he was in his full wolf form, except this one looked bigger - much bigger.

"Stiles, what is that?" I asked quietly.

He watched the video again, zooming in. "I'm not sure, yet."
Stiles quickly emailed the video to his phone, before closing the laptop and putting it away.