#ho-stiles

[redeyedmccall]

Aftermath

Scott fumed, retreating to Stiles’s quarters in the Tower. He shouldn’t have lost his temper with Mirror, but the thought of the leader of the heroes putting her hands on Stiles was almost too much. She was the representation of everything he was fighting against and dangerous, her touch could end up killing the only friend he ever had. These heroes were reckless, someone needed to stomp them out for the good of everyone else.

Soon. He would have to move up his timetable. If he could find the gem hidden in this place, then he could be on his way with both prizes. Stiles would be coming with him, there was no way that Scott could leave him behind again. Not now.

He swallowed his rage, affecting the bland smile and wished for the hundredth time he could have just worn his mask. “Hey dude, you around?” 

[redeyedmccall]

[Text:] On my way home. Are you caught up?

[text] Yeah.I think. We need to talk.

[redeyedmccall]

98:Top 3 movies you'd like to see :|

The new Star Wars (I’ll admit, I’m interested)

Captain America: Civil War

Deadpool

[redeyedmccall]

[Text:]

Stiles: I GOT OUT OF CLASS THIS IS NOT FAIR Scott: Life’s hard. Me too.

Scott: [Image Attached]

[redeyedmccall]

Hidden

The hotel room was nicer than any Scott had ever seen and he was grateful that Kincaid had managed to pull it all off. They’d registered under a false name and enough money meant they had absolute privacy in their penthouse suite overlooking the city. Kincaid had retired to one of the other bedrooms with Scottie asleep in his arms. He had enough experience with his own kids to take care of the exhausted toddler and give her parents a much needed chance to rest. The boys deserved it.

Scott kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to strip. Everything hurt and he’d held it together for too long, but his family was safe and he could finally stop fighting so hard. No one knew they were here, they didn’t have to pretend. “I want a bath, but I think I might fall asleep and drown in it. Think someone could feed me if I just laid here with my mouth open?”

@ho-stiles

[redeyedmccall]

Sent to Mrs. Kincaid: [Text from Derek Hale:] 19F93A48

Scott looked at the phone that Kincaid had slipped into his hand, confused at the jumbled mix of numbers and letters. “What does it mean?”

“It means he’s okay.”

“Is he coming home? Where are they?”

The beta frowned thoughtfully before helping Scott type out a reply.

[Text to Derek Hale’s phone] 3M8O13E

[quicklikelight]

I hope you feel better Anne! D:

Thanks babe <3 I do feel some better today after the steroid shot last night, but my fever’s still a mess, so I had to come home early from work :( So tired

[redeyedmccall]

Scott’s arms trembled as he hauled himself up over the keel of the pirate ship, unused to such strenuous activity. His sealskin cloak was thrown back, too heavy to make the climb easy and tangling in the ropes that hung off the sides of the ship. Poor seal, this was all his fault. He couldn’t let anyone die for him, even if it meant facing down actual humans for once. His heart thudded in his chest, terrified. This was closer than he’d ever been to a real human before, but if he was careful, maybe he could get the seal and get out before anyone knew he was there.

With a grunt of effort, he finally made it to the deck and slipped the skin from his shoulders. He couldn’t carry it and sneak around, but it would be safe if he could hide it. Scott tucked it near the rail for his easy escape and padded barefoot and naked along the deck. Careful, silent, he crept along the ship. Where would they take a their captive?