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Part 71 of Full Moon challenge, Part 28 of Bloody Hearts Bingo 2025- [Multifandom]
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Full Moon Ficlet Prompt #696:, Bloody Hearts Bingo, 101 Ways to Kill Scott McCall
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The Beekeeper

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Summary:

When his father died, FBI agent Stiles Stilinski came back to Beacon Hills to find out more than he ever imagined.

Notes:

Fusion with the Beekeeper movie. I rec that movie, also forgive me for the rush ending, it was also a challenge for Bloody Hearts Bingo, with 1k word counts:

Hadrian - Yellow Honey
General prompt: Getting into beekeeping

There are lines from transcript, I love the movie lol, very very much.

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Stiles returned to Beacon Hills as he heard that his dad is dead, but didn’t know what the cause of it.

He noticed the man in his dad’s house.

“Don’t move.”

“Don’t you fucking move,” Stiles said and added, “Drop the knife.”

The knife clattered on the ground.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Slowly get on your knees one knee at a time.”

After he got the man in handcuffs, Stiles questioned, he was angry to his dad dead and the strange man who walked into the living room having a knife in his hand.

“Now, who the fuck are you…” Stiles asked as he placed the handcuffs around the man’s hands, “…and what are you doing in my dad’s house?

“Stiles… I’m so sorry.” the man said.

That got Stiles by surprise, he didn’t say his name toward the man.

“How do you know my…”

The cops took him for overnight investigation, and on the next morning they were dropping off in Stilinski’s house.

“You were the one that found my dad?” Stiles asked, now he got all the facts about the man living in the barn.

Peter nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter Hale,” Peter replied and added, “I’m a beekeeper. Your father was the nicest man, and he was like a father figure to me.”

Stiles nodded, making himself a strong drink, and offering alcohol for the man.

Peter just poured to himself a orange juice and sat besides Stiles.

“He got scammed.” Stiles said, and continued, “Somebody emptied out all his accounts, savings, his retirement. Got every penny. Maxed out all his cards. he was an educator, director of a charity for kids. They got two million out of that account.”

Peter asked. “You know who did it?”

Stiles sighed.

“I talked to an agent in our cyber crimes office. This crew’s been operating for two years and we don’t even have names. And even if we did, good luck building an indictment that would stand up in court. Some defense attorney would just argue that the elderly victim agreed to wire a complete stranger his entire life savings.”

Peter agreed, “Taking from an elderly person is as bad as stealing from a child. Maybe worse. Someone hurts a child, there are parents. People who care, ready to step in. Someone hurts an older person… sometimes they’re left to face the hornets alone. Because either it goes unnoticed… or no one cares.”

Stiles said, “I care. And I’m stubborn. And so help me God, I’m going to get these motherfuckers who did this.”

Peter stood up, “I need to take care of the hive.”

Stiles pointed out. “You’ve been up all night.”

Peter said, “The hive is more important.”

Peter took the jar of honey he left the previous night as he walked toward the hive.

Peter found out from his resources that the group called McCall Global Technologies were responsible from the scams.

Peter visit a branch of McCall Global Technologies with a gasoline jar, but was stopped by the guards before he entered the place.

Several minutes later, the place was go of in flames, as explosions happen, leaving behind trail of bodies and questions remain unanswered.

Stiles visit the scene with his partner Lydia, and then they were called for another scene, his father’s house, which was now burnt.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked with concern.

“Yeah, Lydia, I’m good. I’m good.” Stiles answered, trying to convince his partner and himself.

“You think there’s even the remotest chance that the dude who burned down McCall Global Technologies is the same guy renting this spot from your father?” Lydia asked.

Stiles sighed, remembering, “The beekeeper.”

Then Stiles added. “I lost my virginity in that barn.”

“Wait, with the beekeeper?” Lydia asked, hoped that her partner will add more juicy details.

She noticed how Stiles blushing, smiling, as he walked away.

“Stiles, wait, tell me more.” Lydia asked.

McCall Global Technologies

Rafe watched the news as the female reporter talked, “Breaking news in Springfield, where three bodies have been discovered following an arson fire at a small farm.

There was an office building explosion…”

Rafe asked, “And you say one guy did this?”

The young man who sat on the couch replied, “Yup.” he sighed and added, “Killed seven armed men without firing a shot. Yup. And he said he was going to kill me.”

“And this is your data mining consumer service business, right?” Rafe questioned his step son.

“Yes, something like that. Pulling in 9 million a month in one office. I’ve got, like, 20. Yeah.”

“And the only thing you know about him is he says he’s a beekeeper.”

“Yeah, it’s like his whole brand or whatever.” Scott said.

Rafe groaned as he said, “Jesus.”

“What?”

“For someone who has elevated fucking up into an art form, this might well be your Mona Lisa.”

“How did I fuck up?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know. You’ve done something. You’ve disturbed a Beekeeper.”

“Oh. Oh, okay. So fucking what? Why’d I care if the guy keeps bees?” Scott asked, not taking the things Rafe told him seriously.

“If a Beekeeper says you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die. There’s nothing I can do or anybody else to stop it.”

Scott asked, “So, like, what do you even do here, then? What good are you?”

“I did 35 years of loyal government service, culminating as director of the world’s premier intelligence agency. I could have done anything, but I chose this job as a favor to your mother. I keep McCall Enterprises safe. Keep her reputation safe, her name safe.” Rafe told him.

“Rafe, just tell me what the fuck this guy is.” Scott wanted to know.

“He’s probably the last pair of eyes that you’re going to sneer at.” Rafe replied.

It all ended in the white house, which the beekeeper Peter killed in one shot, Scott McCall as he aimed the gun toward his mother.

Peter exchanged glances with Stiles.

“I’ll wait for you.” Stiles promised.