"You said they'd be out for only a few seconds!" She shouted, pacing back and forth. "It's been 15 hours!" She had not slept one wink while waiting for the trio to wake. "They should wake. I did everything correctly." Deaton told her in he scarily calm voice. "Maddy stop." Isaac said as she paced past the table he was sitting on for about the 60th time. He'd lost count around 40. "Mads, sit down." Isaac said, grabbing her hurt arm a little to tightly. She cried out and yanked her arm away from him. "You leave me no choice." He grumbled. Isaac hopped off the table and grabbed her by the waist and carried her back to his table and sat her down on top. She tried to wiggled out of his grip like a whiny 3 year old. She turned away from him and crossed her arms, making her seem more childish. He hopped up a second later.
"Just sit for a minute and calm down. I'm sorry I grabbed your hurt arm, I was trying to get you to sit and relax." She continued to look the other way with her arms crossed. "Are you going to ever talk to me?" She shook her head. "Fine." He went silent, and a moment later her phone buzzed. She tried to resist the urge to pull it out, but it buzzed again, and again. She finally gave up and yanked it out.
Claustro: I just wanted to help you calm down. I swear I didn't mean to grab your cut!
Claustro: Maddy, come on.
Claustro: if you don't answer, I'm going to have to force you to.
Part of her didn't want to reply because she felt like she should leave him hanging, but another part told her she should answer and not leave Isaac hanging. She finally decided to just kick her childish act away and answer.
Athagora: Fine, I know you didn't, I'm just freaking out about the three of them. They've been under WAY too long.
Isaac: Why are you taking it out on me?
Knightoftheroundtable: I'm sorry alright. I didn't mean to be bitchy
Isaac: You all good now?
Knightoftheroundtable: Idk, probably
"Good, now you'll actually talk to me." Isaac spoke, putting his phone away. "Do I have to?" She asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "You don't have to, but I'd prefer to hear your voice." He grinned. She went to say something smart, but Scott, Stiles and Allison sat up coughing. She jumped off the table and grabbed a pile of towels. "I saw it! I know where it is!" Scott told them all. "We passed it. There's -- there's this stump, a huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore, it was cut down. But it's still big though, very big." Stiles tagged on. "It was the night we were looking for the body." Stiles looked over at Scott. "Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter." They all were standing now, each telling their own story of what they saw. "I was there too, in the car with my mother. We almost hit someone." Scott looked over at her shocked. "It was me, you almost hit me. We can find it." All four of them stared at the trio with mixed gazes. Each held sadness. "What?" Allison asked. "You guys were out a long time." Isaac told them. "How long is a long time?" Stiles asked worriedly. "16 hours." Maddy stated. "We've been in the water for 16 hours?" Scott asked with a hint of anger. "And the full moon rises in less than four." Deaton replied.
She handed each of them a towel so they could dry off. Scott sat on the edge of the middle tub and sighed. "I have to go back to Ducalion." He told them. "No, dude, you are not going back to them." Stiles walked over angrily. "I made a deal with Ducalion." Scott replied. "Does anyone else think that sounds like a deal with the Devil?" Maddy raised her hand sheepishly and out it back down when she got an annoyed look from Scott. "Why does it matter anyway?" Isaac questioned. "Because, I still don't think we can beat Jennifer without their help." He looked down at the floor. "He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong." Allison spat angrily at Deaton. "Im not so sure he is. Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider your enemies." Deaton explained to them, backing up Scott. "So we're going to trust him? The guy that calls himself Death, destroyer of worlds? We're going to trust that guy?" Maddy let out a small snort of laughter and had to cover it up with a cough. "Sorry." She mumbled to Isaac. "I wouldn't trust him, no. But you could use him to your advantage. Ducalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait." He looked around at all of the teen in the room with a serious look. They all became tense when they heard the door open and the bell chime. They all were silent until they heard Aiden's voice. "I'm looking for Lydia." She walked up next to Deaton with Scott right behind her. "What do you want?" She asked quietly. "I need your help." Stiles popped around the corner to glare at the Alpha. "With what?" He almost yelled. "Stopping my brother and Kali... from killing Derek." Lydia left with him, and a minute later, everyone else left.
Stiles headed home to find something Scott could use to sniff out the sheriff and they all headed to Allison's apartment so Isaac could smell something of Mr. Argent's. They were in the elevator when Stiles called Scott.
"Just grab anything."
"Stiles, I'm not smelling your dads boxers."
"Socks? Okay I'll smell the socks."
He gave up and ended the call. "What about me?" Isaac asked, looking over at Allison. "See what you can find in my dad's closet. Anything with the strongest scent." Allison opened the door to his office and froze in the doorway. "Quite an arsenal your father's got here young lady." A voice said from inside. Scott froze up like Allison, as if he recognized who's it was. He then went and stood by Allison. "Scott." The man greeted. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "Following one of the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat and we can talk." He then paused for a moment. "You too Isaac!" He called out loudly. Maddy gripped his arm and shook her head. He took his arm back and ushered her away. "He doesn't know you're here. Go!" He whispered. She shook her head again. "I'm not leaving you guys." She told him quietly. He gave her a small push and peeked around the corner, into the office.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. "Your name is one of the few things I know. To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling around in the dark, even over the smallest clue. Well, there is one more thing I know. I checked with the school and they told me all the names of the people in your little group. I know Stiles isn't here, because I assume you were talking to him on the phone a minute ago. There's only two others, Lydia and Madeline. So, which one is with you? Stiles isn't here, so I assume it's Madeline." The man put two and two together, making her freeze half way to the door and turn. Isaac glanced back at her and motioned for her to go.
"Madeline, come on out." He called. She sighed and walked over, popping her head in between Scott and Isaac. "You should've ran." Isaac muttered to her. "And what? Leave you guys? No way in Hell." She snapped back. Maddy looked at the collection of weapons on Mr. Argent's desk for the first time and her jaw dropped. He had at least seven guns, a handful of different knives, a crossbow and arrows, plus a few odds and ends she didn't recognize.
"If you're trying to tell me you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago." Scott walked into the room, glaring at the man. They obviously had a lot of history together. "I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own son into an interrogation room. Really hoping." The pieces of the puzzle clicked together. That was his father, who left when Scott was young.
He made them sit down, she and Isaac had to sit on an end table. "I'm not going to lie, I'm more than a little disturbed not only by the number of missing parents," Rafael McCall started off. Isaac pulled out mints from his pocket and popped it open, offering her one. She gave him a small nod of thanks and popped it in her mouth. "but the fact that it's Stiles' father, your father, and your mother." He pointed to Allison and Scott. Isaac raised his hand slightly. "Mine are both dead." He told the agent with a strait face. Maddy piped up, adding onto him. "Probably mine too. Haven't seen 'em in years." She shrugged. "Save the cliche teenage apathy for your high school teachers. The four of you know more than you're saying, and I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to." He snapped at them. "No wonder Scott doesn't like him." She muttered under her breath to Isaac, who nearly spit out his mint from laughing. He held the laugh down, his face turning bright red in the process.
"You can't keep us here." Scott said monotonously, making him sound even more intimidating than usual. "Not without some kind of warrant." Allison added on. Rafael looked down at the desk and back at her. "I've got a desk full of probable cause." Allison grimaced and stood up, ready to talk her way out of this one. "My father is a highly respected private security consultant and federally licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few weapons." She pointed to a crossbow. "Like this, 175-pound draw tactical crossbow or this carbon steel marine combat knife, .50AE Desert Eagle." She starred down at the desk for a moment, thinking. "Hmm... Smoke grenade with pull ring igniter." She picked it up, and in one quick movement, she pulled the pin and threw it at them. The smoke began to fill the room. "Go!" She told them, dashing out of the room. They asked no questions, standing up and running after her. "Wait! Scott, wait!" His father called to the werewolf as they left.
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