Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

T H I R T E E N

Scott climbed into the jeep. I was in the back seat with Jackson lying semi-unconscious literally next to me. "Couldn't get anything out of Danny." He told Stiles.

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my Dads deputy's sees me?" He asked hurriedly. Scott nodded Stiles turned the key in the ignition just before the flashing lights of his Dads cop car parked right in front of him.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?" He panicked and Jackson groaned. "That was rhetorical!" He snapped at him. I furrowed my brows.

"Did you just shout at someone who's basically unconscious?" I asked him.

"Get rid of him." Scott told Stiles and I scoffed. Complete idiot. "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff." At least Stiles isn't that dumb.

"Do something!" He whisper yelled.

Stiles hurried out of the car and went to talk to his Dad. Jackson groaned and sat up. "What's-whats going on?" He mumbled. I shoved him back down so he's stay out of sight if the Sheriff. "Be quiet." Jackson groaned again. I looked at Scott. "If he doesn't stop I'm gonna punch him." I said seriously.

Jackson groaned again and sat up. "Seriously what's going o-" before he could finish my fist connected with his face, knocking him unconscious again. I looked at Scott to see him just staring at me. "What? I know you were thinking about and I did say I would." He hummed in confirmation, shrugging his shoulders as he turned back. Stilinski and Stiles were looking our way and Scott waved, putting in the innocent facade.

"Alright, I'll be back." I opened the door and ignored Scott trying to stop me. I jogged over to the Sheriff and his son. "The truth, Stiles." His father demanded just before I reached them.

"Just tell him, Stiles." I said.

"The truth, alright, uh... well, the truth is that we were here with Danny." I smiled slightly, "yeah, cause he just broke up with his boyfriend so, you know, we were just trying to take him out, get his mind off things, you know? That's it." Stilinski thought for a moment before speaking.

"That's really good of you guys." Stiles smiled. "Your good friends." Stiles pat his father on the arm before dragging me back to his jeep. We both climbed in and drove off. He glanced back at Jackson and furrowed his brows.

"Where did that bruise come from?" He asked, turning his attention back to the road.

"Oh, yeah, I knocked him out." I said. "Hey, does anyone have any food? Im starving?"

"Where are we gonna take him?" Scott asked, turning to Stiles. "Uhhh, what about your house?"

"Not with my Mom there! We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him."

"I second that."

"We're not killing him." Scott snapped at us.

"Okay, okay," Stiles paused, "I've got an idea."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

"By now don't you think that's a given?"

"I was just trying to be optimistic."

"Don't bother." I advised.

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"STILES! MCCALL!" Jackson's voice bellowed from inside the containment car that I was currently sat on top of. "IM GONNA KILL YOU!"

Stiles sighed and went over to the vehicle, unlocking her door and climbing inside. I jumped down from the top and followed behind him, shutting the door once I was seated.