in which the originals, the scooby gang, and the super squad was brought together to watch hope mikaelson's life after she had mysteriously fell into another universe
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THEY STOOD IN the boy's locker room as Noah Stilinski talked to them. "I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson."
Not only was Jackson dead, Stiles was missing, Gerard had control over the Kanima, and Allison had gone rouge.
"Well fuck!" Kol exclaimed, and then quietly sipped his drink.
"I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means — oh, hell, I don't know what that means. Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any of you see him—"
"We'll call you," Isaac assured the worried father, his voice soft.
"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him," Scott said softly, none of them wanting to come to the worst possible conclusion.
"Yeah," Stilinski agreed, his voice quivering. "I'll see you, okay?" He walked away, his brows furrowed deeply in worry.
The three teens stood huddled together in front of Stiles' locker, waiting for the rest of the team to finish and exit the locker room. They needed to break into Stiles' locker. Hope needed something of his to do the locator spell, and Scott wanted to try and sniff him out if it didn't work. But, they couldn't do that if everyone was still around.
"McCall," Finstock's voice called out, the lacrosse coach approaching the three of them. "We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."
Scott nodded, "Yeah, I know, Coach."
Hope looked around at all the other boys, biting her lip, really trying to not snap and yell at them to leave.
"She just wants to make sure that Stiles is okay, it's so sweet," Rebekah said with a soft smile.
Finstock's continued, "I mean, I — I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we — I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."
Scott nodded, and firmly answered, "I will."
"I know," Finstock replied, backing away from the three of them.
