Okay Stiles.

You can do this.

No one is actually going to get hurt.

You're doing this for Scott, he's your brother. You need to save him.

I let out a gulp as I stare at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a silver suit, with a dark grey button up shirt and a black tie. My hair was carefully gelled promptly.

Grabbing the grey briefcase which was laying on my bed, I give myself one last nod of approval in the mirror.

Come on Stiles, it's time to save your brother.

I take one last look around my apartment, a feeling of sadness waved over me as the realisation struck that I'd never, most likely never be able to set foot into the apartment again.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I retrive it and see the caller ID before answering.

"I swear to god! Stiles Stilinski, if you're about to do what I think you're doing, I'm going to actually kill you!"

I chuckle slightly, "Careful Malia, it almost sounds like you care"

"Of course, I care you idiot! I've already lost Scott...I-I can't lose you"

I let out a sigh, as guilt floods my stomach, "Y-You're not losing me, we're both coming back"

Malia scoffs bitterly, "How? The only way you're both coming back, is in body bags"

I roll my eyes as I begin walking down my apartment building staircase, "Please, do you think I've just jumped straight into this? I've got a plan"

"A plan which is going to get you killed"

"You know it hurts, that you have no faith in me Mal"

"Speaking of hurts, do you know how much this is going to hurt Jace? He's already lost his dad, and now he's going to loose his Uncle. How am I supposed to tell my son that he's going to lose both of his heroes in a matter of weeks"

A pang of guilt hits my chest, "I-I'm doing this, so that he loses neither"

"I swear to god, you better be right about this"

I can't help but let a smirk grow onto my face, "I'm always right"

Malia scoffs on the other end of the line, "I hope you know, while you're gone basically planning your suicide, I'll be looking more into the case"

I sigh, "Mal, it's done. They've stiched him up good, there's no way you can find the evidence we need in time"

"I don't care, I know he's innocent, I'm not stopping searching until it's the end"

"I-I need to go now"

A strangled sob enters my ear from the speaker on the phone, "B-Bye Stiles, I love you"

"I love you too, Mal. And don't worry we'll be home soon"

"You better, bet your ass that you are"

"Don't worry, It'll be fine"

"Okay..."

"Bye"

"Bye"

I run a hand over my face before putting my phone back into my pocket, and leaving my apartment building.

Gripping my briefcase tightly, I stare at the building standing across the road from me. There stands me ticket, my ticket too freeing my brother.

Anixety plumets through my veins rapidly, as I feel bile rise in my throat.

Every natural insinict of mine was telling to me run. But I had no choice but to ignore it, I need to save my brother.

Inhaling a deep, shaky breath I begin advancing forward. Until I'm faced against the doors which will lead me into the first stage of my plan, to make sure Scott is free.

I shake my head, as I try and create a blank canvas in my mind. The less thoughts, the better right now. I can't risk overthinking and not going through with this. I need to rely on my impulse to be a good brother.

Walking quickly, I advance towards the front desk. Ignoring people's cries of my igronance and arrogance.

Reaching into my blazer pocket, I stare at the man who was looking blankly at the computer screen infront of him.

"There's a que" He murmurs.

"And I don't care, I need money"

The man scoffs and looks up at me, "And I need you to join the que"

I chuckle darkly, as I pull the black object out of my blazer pocket, "And I need you to give me money"

Fear flashes into the guy's eyes, "I-I can't get you money"

I fake a sigh of annoyance, before lifting my gun towards the ceiling and letting one bullet fire. Screams surround my ears, guilt swarms inside of me, as panic washes over me.

I face the man again, as I see him shake, terror clearly running through him, "M-My boss is on lunch, I-I r-really can't get you anything"

A wave of almost satisifaction washes over me as I hear sirens in the near-by distance.

The sirens become closer, causing a stomach of anxiety riddled butterflies to dance around my stomach.

"Hand where I can see them!" A voice calls.

Sighing loudly, I place my hands in the area clearly.

"We've got a weapon!... Sir place your weapon on the floor!"

I close my eyes for brief second before gently placing the gun down in-front of me.

"Kneel down and put your hands on your head!"

I sink my knees down to the floor and place my hands against my head, I feel my arms being roughly grabbed before something cold and tight wraps around my wrists.

"You're under-arrest for attempting armed robbary, anything you say no may be used as a defence and held against you in court"

I feel my body being pulled up, as I'm being guided outside. I growl as I feel my head being roughly shoved inside of a police car.

…

I sigh loudly as, I wait paitentally inside a room as I await for my lawer. The handcuffs on my wrists make me wince slightly.

The door bursts open to reveal, someone who made my breath catch into my throat, my eyes widen as large as saucers.

"I'm your lawyer"

"A-Allison?!" I ask, in disbelief.

Allison gives me a sad smile before sitting across from me, "Stiles...What have you done?"

"I've done what I needed to"

"Why didn't you tell me, you needed money?"

I shake my head, as I stare at her blankly, "I-I was embarassed"

"Did you lose your job?"

"...I did"

Allison sighs as she burries her head in her hands, "Stiles, seriously. There's not much I can do, I mean they only slight bonus, is that you've had a perfectly clean recorded all twenty-five years of your life"

"What does this mean?"

"It means, that you've got five years. But if you have good behaviour, then maybe we can narrow it down too two"

I nod, "Where will I get sent?"

Allison, looks over at the files she previously laid down on the desk, "Beacon Hills Penitentory. Looks like you'll be joining Scott"

"When's my trial?"

"Tomorrow, all you need to do is plee guilty, there's no point trying to figure out a defence, they've got you on security tape"

"He misses you" I blurt out.

Allison looks at me painfully, "I-I don't care Stiles, I can't look at him in the same way. Not after what he did"

I narrow my eyes, "Please, we both know that Scott isn't a murder"

"If he wasn't a murder, then why would all the evidence say that he is"

"He's been set-up! I've told you numerous times!" I hiss.

Allison rolls her eyes, "And I've told you numerous times, I can't nor will I help you"

I let out a grunt of disbelief, "You used to love him, remember when you where sixteen, you've known him all your life"

Tears burn in the deep brown eyes which are across from me, "H-He's not that boy anymore"

"And he's not the man, you think he is either"

Allison shakes her head, "I'll see you tomorrow, have a good nights sleep"

"Allison please, believe me, believe us. Scott's innocent"

"...Seriously, you'll need a good nights sleep, it'll be a long day and probably the last good night's sleep you'll have for a while"

"Alli-" I start but she, walks out of the room.

I sigh in defeat.

How could Allison, someone who used too see so much good in Scott, think that he was a killer?

…

"Does the defendant plead guilty or not guilty?" The judge asks.

I fidget uncomfortable, as I squirm in the uncomfortable wooden seat I've been sat in for the past forty minuets.

"Guilty" Allison concludes.

The judge slams his harmer down against the wooden coaster.

"And by the eyes of the court, you will be sent too Beacon Hills Penitentory. For the sentence of up to five years, due to the attempt of an armed robbary"

I feel my body being dragged upwards, as I'm taken out of the courthouse, and into a police van.

"I hope you realise, you're going to the most secure prison, in the state" The prison guard says as he sits me down in the back of the van.

A small, smug smirk works onto my face, "So I've heard"

..

I look down at the change of clothes, I've just recently changed into and what I'll be wearing for this upcoming month. A light-blue jumpsuit, over the top of a light grey t-shirt.

"Alright Pretty Boy, Welcome to Hell" A guard says, as he pushes me into 'Prison Block B'.

"I need to write down, my medical requirements" I grunt, as I try and get out of the guys grip.

The guard chuckles darkly, "What happened? Does Pretty Boy, have a boo-boo?"

"I have diabetes, type 1"

The guard sighs loudly, before dragging me out of the block of cells and taking me down the corridor, towards the infirmary.

The guard knocks on the door, before it swings open, to reveal a peite woman, she had long strawberry blonde hair, big green eyes and pale skin. I couldn't help but stare slightly, she was really pretty.

"What do you want Parrish?" The woman, dressed in a light orange dress and a white lab-coat asks.

"I've got a new in-mate, who needs to write down is requirements"

The woman looks at me for a few seconds before shifting slightly, "O-Okay, let me talk to him"

"Do you want me to wait?"

She chuckles slightly, "He's handcuffed, I think I'll be fine Parrish"

Parrish nods, and shoves me inside of the room.

"That guy's a dick" I murmur.

The starwberry blond laughs, "He's just grouchy, because he hates his job. But don't we all?

"What's your name?"

"I'm Dr. Martin, and what is yours?"

"I'm Stiles Stilinski"

The doctor's eyes light up with recognition, "Ah, I've heard about you. You've got type 1 diabetes, correct?"

I nod, "Correct"

"Well, I'll give you, your injection of insulin now and then you'll come and see me everyday to receive it"

I nod, "Okay"

The doctor stands up and begins collecting equipment from her drawers, and placing them on a silver trolley.

"Roll up, your sleeve. I need to do your blood-pressure first"

I nod and begin rolling up my sleeve and allow her to wrap the blood-pressure machine around my arm.

"Someone is a fan of their ink" Dr. Martin muses as she looks at the many tattoo's stained onto my arm.

I chuckle, "What can I say? I had a lot of money, and got bored"

Dr. Martin eyes me up in amusement, "You must get bored a lot, this must of taken hours"

Another chuckle escapes my lips, "I don't have many friends"

The strawberry blond haired woman smiles slightly, "No, why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Must be my rugged good-looks" I say smugly.

She laughs, "Well Mr. Stilisnki, they didn't warn me how modest you are"

She takes the measurement as the blood-pressure strap deflates, "Perfect, now let's do your shot"

I nod anxiously, as I try and not think about the dangerous of extra insulin will make in my body.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask curiously, as she tightens a strap against my arm to make my veins more visable.

Dr. Martin taps the needle in-front of her, "I don't think that's a very appropriate question, to be asking Mr. Stilinski"

"I'm just trying to get to know you better" I say, as I feel my skin get pinched by the needle in Dr. Martin's hands.

"Well I am your doctor and that's all you need to know"

I feel my arm being wiped before a plaster is being placed where I was injected.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around Dr. Martin"

"I guess you, will" Dr. Martin murmurs.

I step outside and feel my body being pushes by 'Parrish'.

"She's a pretty one, ain't she?" Parrish asks as he looks at Dr. Martin who had her face scrunched up as she wrote down something in a file.

I shrug, "If that's your type"

Parrish chuckles, "With breasts like that, she's everyone's type"

I scoff, "You're a pig"

At the desperate man dragging me towards the block of cells. I hear numerous shouts and whistles as I'm dragged towards me cell.

I feel my hands being released from their handcuffs as the bars off the cell electronically open.

"Here you go, Pretty Boy"

I step inside the cell, and see a dark haired man I'd say sat on the top bunk of the beds.

"Hey" I murmur.

"Hey Fish, what's your name?"

Fish?

"I'm Stiles Stilinski"

"I'm Derek, Derek Hale"

"Nice too meet you" I mumur.

"So what you in here for?"

"Armed robbery, you?"

Derek chuckles, "What a small world, so am I"

I force a smile, "It's un-canny"