Invisible String || Peter Hale

Chapter Two: Karma's A Bitch

"Ow. Ow. Ow." Stiles whined as they were dragged away from the car by the sheriff.

"There. Stand. All of you." Noah released his son, facing the three with exhaustion settled to his features "What the hell do you think you're doing? And who are the both of you?"

"I was just trying to help." Stiles defended weakly, before gesturing to the Argent's to introduce them to his father "Dad, this is Andrea and Harper. Guys, meet my dad."

Harper wore a soft smile, rocking on her feet as she greeted the man "Hi."

"He dragged us into this." Andrea informed the man, finger outstretched in the direction of the offended teenage boy.

"That doesn't surprise me." Noah admitted, releasing an deflated sigh as he sent the girls a small, albeit exhausted smile before refocusing his attention on his son "Now, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you stumbled across this?"

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Stiles informed him absentmindedly, tucking his hands inside his pockets.

"Which he dropped when?" Noah questioned, his eyebrows lifting as he awaited a response.

Stiles gave a weak shrug "The other night."

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?" Noah questioned.

"Yes." Stiles nodded in agreement, missing the amused glances exchanged between the Argent's.

"The other night when you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

"Yes." Stiles seemingly didn't realise he had just exposed his own lie, both girls winced as they shook their heads "No. Oh crap."

"So you lied to me?" Noah wore an unimpressed expression, gaze burning holes within his son's skull.

"That depends on how you define lying." Stiles uttered hesitantly.

"Does he realise he's simply making things worse for himself?" Harper muttered to her mom, Andrea watched on with a grimace as she slowly shook her head.

"He's Stiles. What do you think?" The retort fell from Andrea's lips, giving the daughter pause, before she ultimately nodded in agreement.

"Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" Noah's arms folded across his chest, eyebrows stood raised expectantly.

Stiles gestured with his hands frantically, though his words were hesitant as he spoke "Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position."

"Oh my god." Andrea buried her face within the palms of her hand, the second hand embarrassment creeping in the longer she observed the scene "It's as though watching a live train wreck."

"Get the hell out of here." Noah ordered after a moment, finger outstretched towards the jeep.

"Absolutely." Stiles scrambled away, thankful his father's wrath hadn't gone further for the moment.

"Nice to meet you." Andrea offered the man a soft smile, Noah returned the smile.

"You too. Stay out of trouble." Chuckles escaped the Argent's at the man's words, a conversation shared with a mere glance.

"We've befriended Stiles," Harper pushed auburn curls behind her ear as a sheepish smile took her lips "I don't see that happening anytime soon, so I offer my apologies in advance."

Noah released a sigh but nodded slowly, as though mentally preparing himself for the future chaos awaiting him. Andrea chuckled as they moved away from the ruins of the old home, gaze lingering on the police car that held the Hale men before they left the scene.