A/N: So get ready for some more Stiles v. Attorney
Also warning it might get sad for some people here.
The night went by fast for everyone involved the room. Morning however dragged on slowly as the annoyed attorney returned as the four people in the room came back and took their seats again, ready to eat, as the man started to set up his presentation.
"A presentation really? What are you going to sell us time shares to?" Stiles quipped out earning him annoyed look from the attorney, and small chuckles from the other two in the room.
"Let's begin." Breathed out the attorney with hatred for boy oozing out.
The presentation started off slow and boring with marshal repeatedly slowing nodding off before being jarred awake as the teen slapped his arm. Earning them more looks of hatred from the attorney and small laughs from the woman. After the beginning part of the presentation, that summed up the contract from the day before, was over the rest of the presentation was informing the two men of the Stiles identity and back story.
"Okay so pretty much everything is the same from before except you know my name, birth place, family, and oh yea, some one trying to kill me." Stiles said out loud as he read through his file that held his new identity's background.
The attorney stayed silent and just shot a look at the teen, that went unnoticed or choose to feign innocence, as he flipped through his file. The attorney quickly looked at the marshal and the woman catching their pleased smiles disappear when the met the man's eyes and let them fall into the file.
"Before I can gladly entertain the thought of sending the two of you off to your location. Let's make sure we have the story straight for both you." The attorney spoke after fifth-teen minutes making sure everyone had enough time to properly read the file.
"New name - Stiles Stilinski. Check. Marshal Stilinski - equals dad. Check. Moved because - "Dad's" work. Check." Stiles butted in pointing to the subjects as he spoke and stretching the one word he said over and over as he moved through the list before continuing. "Oh, yeah. Super secret thing about me that I'll share with all the kids at show and tell - that I'm in Witness Protection, wanted dead, and have to testify against a psycho. CheeecK."
The attorney shot his strongest death glare at Stiles before turning it on the marshal and woman. Earning Stiles a slap on the arm from the marshal who gave a look that said shut and listen, which Stiles answered with a sly smile.
"Fine. Sorry enlighten us O' Great One." Stiles mocked, quickly bowing, as he looked at the attorney before straightening his posture in his seat and folding his hands into each other, giving his best model student impression, as he waited for the man to begin again.
"You do realize Stiles that one slip from either of you could result in Mr. Daehler finding your location and risking your security, which could result in your deaths. So if you are done lets try to minimize the risk of such a thing happening. Remember your back story and try to keep it concise between the two of you. Your cover for the time being is to act like father and son, which means that you can not shoot the witness..." Quickly muttering. "No matter how tempting that might be"
Continuing in a normal tone. "You are to keep in contact with the marshal in regular time interval; that will be set by the marshal. You must avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to yourself as best as you can; that means avoiding making the news and having your picture taken. You are not to have any contact with your past life unless arranged with marshal before hand that means no phone calls, letters, emails, or social media." The attorney was quickly interrupted by Stiles raising his hands and waving it around franticly with a look that can only be described as his PICK ME look. "Yes."
"Uh, are you sure you read my file about my life before this. Because I have no family, hardly any friends, and was to busy taking care of myself before hand to have social media." Stiles quickly breathed out accenting the final two words in mocking tone.
The attorney took a sharp intake of air into his lungs before starting to continuing with the presentation. After a hour of repeatedly going over every detail of Stiles and the marshal's back story that was followed by the attorney, more than happily, drilling questions at both the teen and marshal. But unfortunately for the attorney his hopes of having the two men fail his quiz were dashed as the two passed with flying colors. More time was spent in making sure that everyone understood the rules, the back story for the two men, and passing contact information incase of emergencies. After one final review of the back story for the two men, everyone felt there was nothing more to do but to trust and hope for the best of the two.
After they left the room with the attorney was more than happy to march to elevators ahead of everyone else taking the first that opened up and letting the door shut on them; as he quickly pressed the button to close the doors. But to Stiles and everyone else he was just short of sticking the middle finger at them; which Stiles was gladly to return by sticking his tongue out and blew a raspberry at the attorney as the door closed.
"We should should start getting you packed...Stiles." The woman spoke as they waited for the next elevator to arrive not used to the boy's name.
"Yeah."
"Is it much?" The marshal asked.
"No. Just the important stuff." Stiles spoke his eyes glazing over.
The time passed for Stiles. Knowing the looks that the two adults were hiding from him as they walked through the building where he was staying for the time being. After they made it to the floor where his was, Stiles opened the door to his room stepping inside with the marshal just behind him. The woman stayed behind in the hallway to give the two some privacy. The small suite they had him in was comfortable without being to big, because of the regulations, or small ,without being cruel, but just enough room to breathe. The room looked like it was recently clean but the marshal saw a small stash of junk food tucked in the couch, said other wise. The marshal followed the boy as he opened the door to his room; again the marshal thought it was recently cleaned but the small stack of clothes and comic books said others wise.
"What?" Stiles said after noticing the marshal just standing in the middle of the room looking like he just step on Mars.
"Nothing, is it normally this clean?"
"Well there's not much stuff to do. Plus this stuff isn't mine, so keep its better to keep it clean. That and I didn't really have time to grab the kitchen before coming here."
"Smart ass." the marshal spoke as he helped Stiles gather his things.
After the two of them grabbed all of Stiles things he had in the room they left the suite returning to the waiting woman outside.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Stiles breathed out as fixed the strap of luggage bag on his shoulder.
"Come on we have a plane to catch." The marshal spoke fixing his grip on the smaller bag that Stiles let him carry.
"Seriously a plane? Like with other people and being stuck in the air with a possible assassin stuck with us at 30,000 feet?"
"Yes. And no. A small charter plane. We would normally take commercial flight but seeing as the Kanima's have tried killing you once in a public setting this time we'll try to keep it more private this time."
"Oh, okay. Wait what kind of weird name is the Kanima's for a gang anyway?"
"I don't know. The file says he saw it somewhere, liked it, and used it."
"Oh. Whatever." Stiles breathed out as he waited for the marshal to take the lead.
The three of them towards the elevator riding it down into the lobby and heading for the exit. After getting all of Stiles things into the car just before getting ready to leave the marshal turned back and asked if he had everything. To which Stiles replied back with more sarcastic remarks. After the marshal gave Stiles that said everything he apologized and answered that he did, the marshal give one final look and started to drive.
They left towards the fringes of the city before there was nothing but land and open road.
"Remind me again why heading to the woods?" Stiles spoke out loud as he looked out the window.
"Not woods. Small airstrip for smaller personal planes to land." The marshal said answering the question.
"Again. Why? I mean you guys already hopped me over into the next state. With a few dozen cities and small towns away from there. Why not just stay here."
"Because you have no idea how far the Kanima's power goes do you." Half question half statement.
"Let me guess even back there they could have gotten me?"
"Yup. That's why had to do this fast after you got out of the hospital and why we moved you every couple of days at night. Lower the risk of you being seen."
"No one thought to tell me this why?"
"Because kiddo we wanted you to rest and give you some breathing room." The woman spoke better equipped to answer the question.
Kiddo Stiles thought. He knew that she probably said that a lot, giving her a smile as she looked back at him before speaking.
"Yeah breathing room. Thats why someone was outside the door every time I had to go pee."
"Protection." The marshal piped out.
"I know, but they don't have to stand right out there and be there as soon as I get out. Some semblance of privacy would be nice."
"You do realize that the only reason that you aren't dead after that attack was because of..."
"Yeah protection." Stiles cut in.
"No. Yes but no. One of the people there said you tripped on you own shoelaces and thats why the bullets missed. Before they returned fire."
"Score one for clumsiness. So... what the people with guns were the to catch me incase I tripped again?" Stiles scuffed out the last part.
"Pretty much." The marshal said looking back in the rear view mirror letting his grin show.
"Cute. Thats cute." Stiles snipped back at the grin.
"Yeah like you said score one for clumsiness."
The three of smiled and laughed at each other as they drove heading for the small airport.
By the time they got there it was night. Stiles knew it was late by the time they got there the small jet was waiting for them to get on. The three of them exited from the SUV grabbing Stiles' belongings heading for the small plane.
"Good luck Stiles." The woman spoke just before the steps to the plane's door.
"Wait. What your not coming?" Stiles asked broken hearted.
"No kiddo. Sorry I can't."
"Why not?"
"She doesn't have clearance." The marshal spoke firmly.
"So. Aren't you like assigned to my case or whatever. Still a minor and your Child Services."
"I am, was." She spoke sadly.
"Was?"
"I..." She started.
"She was assigned to your case. She was here to evaluate whether or not you would need further assistance or if you were ready to leave. She said you'll be fine. Your a strong kid. She'll be able to see you on routine check ups but she's not cleared for field work."
"I'm sorry." The woman spoke before hugging Stiles. "You'll be fine. You're a strong kid. But you don't need me anymore. Just look after the marshal here. Your right about him eating like a 5 year old hopped on fast food and sodas."
"Yeah." Stiles said hugging back, knowing that she was right about him being fine.
"I can look after myself thank you." The marshal butted in.
"Really? I'm surprised you haven't had a heart attack yet the way you eat." Stiles replied.
"You should get going. Its getting late." The woman spoke out.
The two men gave her a look nodding and headed up towards the plane steps looking back at her waving goodbye. Stiles and the marshal took their seats and looked out the windows as they watch the woman walk back a little to stay away from the plane as it started to power up for take off. Giving the two men a smile and a wave as the plane started to crawl away on its wheels, and giving a small gesture to the two saying to look at for each other; both of them smiling and nodding just as the plane started to leave.
Stiles sighed as the plane started to take off towards the air.
"You okay." The marshal asked noticing teen boy shaking a little.
"Yeah. She. She was nice. Part of the job right." Stiles half asked and half stated.
"Yes. But she is always like that. Makes her the best at what she does, thats why she was assigned to your case, and volunteered."
"She volunteered?"
"Yeah. She's good at what she does. So if she says your ready, then your ready."
Stiles smiled knowing that the two of them were right about him and took a deep breath calming himself down. Soon realizing that this was probably the first he was ever on a plane.
"So. Will there be an in flight movie." Stiles spoke breaking the tension that filled the small plane.
"Yes. Its called get some sleep your going to need it." The marshal said fixing his chair recline a little.
"Oh, I've seen that movie like a thousand times what else is there to watch?"
The marshal just breathed in and looked at Stiles knowing that he had trouble of maintaining any long periods of silence, short of falling sleep.
"So where are we going anyways?" Stiles asked ignoring the look for now.
"First we're flying for a little whiles to our pit stop and then if we're up for driving the rest of the way there, right away."
"Drive? I thought the how point of the plane was to avoid driving."
"Yes. But do you really think its smart to show up to your new life in a charter plane. Because thats really staying off and under the radar."
"Point. But driving."
"Makes it harder incase Daehler finds out where you are some how. The plane gives us the head start, and driving the rest of the way makes it even harder without having a giant give away to everyone in town."
"So where are we going anyway?" Stiles asked.
The marshal looked around for something reached underneath the seat pulling out a file and opening it on the table. Flipping through the paper as he looked for the name of the location.
"Beacon Hills."
A/N: So sorry if this chapter was kind of sad.
Hoped you liked.