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Stiles heaved a deep sigh as he clicked off the browser on his phone. Wishing that he had his laptop in front of him. The multiple tabs that he needed to have open to reference all that he needed to know, was never great for his phone.
“What's wrong kiddo?” Noah asked from the front seat beside Stiles. His weekly allowance of burger and fries sitting in his lap.
Stiles leaned his head over to the cool window of the cruiser. “Nothing that you can help much with.”
Noah paused, his burger half way up to his mouth. “What's that suppose to mean? Does it have to do with this supernatural stuff you've all been dealing with for the past year?”
Stiles looked down at his own food before nodding. “Yeah, But I can't seem to find the right things I'm looking for.”
“And the fact that you're looking on your phone instead of your laptop isn't helping.”
“Yep.” Stiles couldn't help but pop the p. This whole deal with an alpha pack coming and searching for ways to better protect his father and himself, from the creatures and psychos that like to run around this town has been exhausting. And the only thing that Stiles could think of to better protect them, was to take the bite and hope he survived. Or stick to the mountain ash and wolfs bane bullets.
Noah put back down his food, before twisting slightly to get a better look at his son. “Well what is it your trying to work on? Maybe there is somethings I can look up back at the station.”
“Unless you have access to some supernatural police database that I don't know about. Then I don't think there isn't much looking up you can do at the station.” Stiles head jerked up at this thought. Quickly turning to look over at his father. “Wait you don't have a supernatural police database do you?”
Noah couldn't help but laugh at his son's random thoughts. “No I don't. But it wouldn't be a bad idea to figure out how to set one up.” Noah picked back up his burger. Setting back a little in his seat. “ Now why don't you tell me what's going on and I can see if I can help you track down some information.”
Stiles crammed a couple of curly fries in his mouth before going in to explaining what he knows to his father. “Well a few weeks ago, Derek went to the old Hale house. To check and see if there were anymore hidey holes that Peter had scattered around the place was still intact. Only just when he got there, he found this strange triskelion painted on the door.”
“What do you mean by strange Stiles?” Noah asked around a full mouth. “Currently with this whole supernatural business. There is a lot of things that is strange to me. I kinda need you to narrow it down when you say strange.”
“Ewe dad, don't talk with your mouth full. What are you four?” Stiles said, trying to forget the sight he had just saw.
“This coming from the boy that constantly tries to imitates a chipmunk and stuff as much food into his mouth as he can.” Noah said, giving an eye roll as he grabs hold of his soda.
“Hey I'm a growing boy.”
“Does that growing include chipmunk?”
Stiles just sticks his tongue out at Noah. Noah just laughs. “Now stop trying to change the subject. How was this triskelion different for the normal?”
Stiles pops another fry in to his mouth before talking. “Well this one was all sharp angles and in the shape of a triangle, instead the arching spirals that Derek has. plus him and the betas are all training like mad to. So since I'm pretty much the only useless one of the pack. I thought I would try and collect as much information on them as I possibly can to help protect us. You and me especially.”
Noah reached over and rubbed a hand over his son's head, coming down to rest on Stiles' cheek. “You are a lot of things Stiles, but you are not useless. Annoying sure but never useless.”
Stiles smiled at his father. “Thanks dad.”
Noah smiles back. “Anytime son. But lets put this Alpha pack on the back burner for a minute. I might be able to take a look to things up back at the station and see if has been anything strange deaths that has had triangular triskelion at the location.”
“Okay.”
Going back to their food, Noah asked about Stiles search about better defenses. “So what have you found about better protecting us if this Alpha Pack really out to kill everyone?”
Stiles just shrugs. “Other then the normal, mountain ash, wolfs bane, mistletoe, or taking the bite. There isn't really any other options then those. Even the few sites I found to be more reliable on supernatural information doesn't have more then that. Everything else just happens to be outrageous rumors about some group called the Dread Doctors. And how they pervert the balance of the supernatural world.”
Noah arched a brow at this. “Can you really pervert something that's technically so beyond natural that it's super?”
Stiles opened his mouth to agree. But was out off before he even could start by the police radio squawking to life.
“Parrish to Sheriff Stilinski.”
Noah held up one finger to Stiles, before reaching for the radio. “Hold that thought. Go for Stilinski Parrish. You do know that I'm on my dinner break with my kid right?”
“Yeah I know boss. But you're the only car that's close by. And we just got a call about something strange happening out at one of the city's substations. Sparks and electricity flying everywhere and some people in strange metal masks and dark clothes. I figured that interrupting your dinner was better then part of the city losing power. Or someone getting fried.”
Noah sighed, bring a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Yeah you right Parrish. Thanks for the heads up.” Noah looked over at Stiles. He was holding up his phone showing the location of the substation. “Send back up as fast as possible.”
“All ready on it boss. Here's the location of the substation.”
“No need, Stiles already has it pulled up on his phone.”
Placing the mic back in to it's cradle. Noah started to place his food back in to the paper bag it came in. “Now tell me what you were about to say before Parrish called. We can discuss everything on the way.”
Stiles hurriedly put his food back in to his bag too. Saying on how he agreed with what Noah had said and even went on to ask it in the forum that he found the post in. Only to get a reply that sounded to much like an over zealous Druid about how the balance should never be messed with. And things that play in the supernatural but doesn't fallow it's laws shouldn't exist. It sounded way to much like Deaton for Stiles comfort.
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As the Stilinski's pulled up to the substation, Stiles had been talking about this guy that had PMed him about his question and how they thought that supernatural world shouldn't be bound by something as basic as law.
Stiles stopped talking as the sight of arching lightning flashed around the metal and glass tops of the stations power poles.
“Wow, that's a lot of lighting.” Noah said, leaning closer to the windshield. “There isn't any supernatural creature that feeds off electricity is there?”
Stiles shook his head. “Not that I know of. I mean the pack can take a lot of punishment from it. But this much electricity could fry them.”
Noah heaved a sigh as he reach to unbuckle his seat belt. “Right now I don't think I shouldn't have to say this. But I know you and you won't listen anyways. But I'll feel better having it on the record. You need to stay here in the car.”
Stiles turned to grab hold of Noah's arm. “You can't go out there. You get fried.”
“I kinda have to son. I can't know whats happening in there unless I get out. It's not like I'm planing to go in there. I kinda of like living Stiles.” Shaking off Stiles' hand. Noah released his seat belt and grabbing hold of the door handle. Just as the sound of the door clicked open. Electric static filled the air, as a wave of blue and purple expanded from the center of the substation.
“Okay that was definitely something weird.”
Stiles just nodded along. His mouth hanging open a little bit. Only for it to close rapidly and jerk his head toward his dad. Whom was still getting out of the cruiser. “Really? We just saw electricity explode like a supernova and you still want to get out of the car?”
“Can't be helped Stiles. I got to go check and see if everything is okay. And make sure there isn't someone dead in there.” Noah said, leaning down to keep eye contact with Stiles. “Now stay put and make sure that Parrish is on his way.”
“What? Like hell you are.” Stiles said, scrambling out of his side of the car. “Stiles.” Noah breathed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Oh don't Stiles me. I'm not going to let you go in there by yourself. There could be any type of supernatural creature in there. At least I'll be there to watch your back.”
“Yes, or it could just be a some idiot that just got himself fried by a couple hundred million volts of electricity and is nothing more then a charred corps now.” Noah said pointing in to the substation.
“Yeah or it could be a trap set up by Raiden or something.”
Noah arched a brow at Stiles. “Mortal Kombat, really?”
Stiles arched his brows back up at Noah. “We live a world where Werewolves and other type of supernatural creatures aren't myth and legend anymore. I wouldn't put it past the universe to actually have something like the Mortal Kombat tournament.”
Noah just rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt it that something like that would actually be;” Noah's next word were cut off as the Police scanner screeched with static. Both men looked down in to the car. The digital readout on the scanner was quickly switching around stations. The number going so fast they couldn't really see what station number it was on.
“Stiles Stilinski.”
Stiles and Noah both rose back up to look at the substation in front of them. Three figures were standing in front of the gate of the substation. Each one wearing some sort of leather coat and has a metal mask covering their faces.
“We are glad you could make it to our meeting.” One of the three said. Before the one in the middle raised their cane and struck it on the ground. The sound that came for the strike made both Noah and Stiles cover their ears.
Stiles could feel his consciousness slipping away as the figure in the middle of the three struck the ground again. The last thing Stiles was able to see before he fell to the ground, was the other two starting to make their way to them.