Warnings: vagueness, no violence in this one, just mentioned, ANGST
Noah Stilinski ran his hand along the slash marks at the hood of the van. Police and ambulance lights lit up the side of the highway. The man sighed, he walked around the van to the ambulance where Scott watched as Stiles was getting his hand put in a brace.
"What the hell were you two thinking?" Noah demaned as he walked over.
"We were just trying to help," Scott said.
"Why don't you try and help me understand what the hell happened here?" Noah said, gesturing to the van.
"We were trying to gently persuade him to pull over," Stiles said.
Scott nodded, remembering being wolfed out, slamming his claws down into the hood of the van. The sheriff glared at the two. Scott winced, rubbing his neck. "He was getting away," Scott said weakly.
"He got away," Noah pointed out.
"Right, because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad," Stiles cut in.
Noah sighed and led them to the back of the van. "You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is?" He opened the van to reveal dozens of silver gas tanks that filled the back of the van.
"Critical life saving equiptment?" Stiles guessed.
"No," his dad said.
"Poison gas?"
"Nope.
"Filled with drugs?" The guess came out weaker then the others.
"Helium," The man informed.
"Helium," Stiles repeated.
Chazós. Stiles rubbed his temples, trying to push that voice away. It had been bugging him for a month now, and he didn't know where it came from. He didn't even know what the word meant.
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Because of the brace on his hand, Stiles wasn't able to drive. Which meant Scott had to drive. He trusted Scott with his Jeep, knew he would be careful. Afterall, he drove him and Lydia to Deaton's when the banshee was about to explode with an earth shattering scream.
Hadn't he? Backroads, but mostly at a farm in Wisconsin. Great, that stupid voice was back again.
"Maybe it's a good thing," Scott said, breaking Stiles from his thoughts.
"That we saved helium?" Stiles asked, not looking at his friend.
"I mean that they don't need us anymore," Scott clarified.
"Okay, well they need us," Stiles said. "They just don't know it yet."
"We're all going off to college soon," Scott pointed out. "Beacon Hills is gonna have to surivie without us."
Stiles snorted in disbelief. "Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us."
His phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out to see his dad's contact, showing it to Scott. He felt a smile grow on his face. "They need us!"
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Scott, Stiles and Noah walked into the sheriff's office. It looked the same as always, smelt the same as always. Old paper, dogs and bad coffee. God I love the smell of the sheriff's station.
The only difference was the twelve year old kid sat on the couch. Alex Turner. He had been found by Liam and Hayden on an abandoned road. The kid had been in the back of wrecked car and he couldn't remember what happened to his parents, who had been driving the car. So, Noah called in the alpha for a last resort.
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Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Fanfic"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
