A/N: Also before I probably should have mentioned earlier that the Titles for the Chapters are things Stiles says.

Almost to Beacon Hills sorry its taking so long.


They quickly loaded up their bag back into the car and drove around to the front office again giving back the keys before looking for some place to eat. After a short drive they found another diner and sat down and after another small fight that ended with Stiles finding something the was still healthy for the marshal while having just enough meat for him not to complain; they eat their meals in peace, paid, and left heading back on the road.

The drive was quiet except for the radio providing back noise to both Stiles and the marshal, with each of them bouncing their leg and drumming their thumbs, neither one listening to the song being played. They drove for hours stopping a few times to eat, go to the bathroom, or to stretch their legs. Stiles fell asleep after their last pit stop and woke when the marshal nudged him awake.

"Stiles. We're here."

"Beacon Hills?"

"No. One final stop and then Beacon Hills."

"So where is here?" Stiles asked looking around where they were parked. "And we're in a rundown building why?"

"Not rundown. Its what's inside that's important." The marshal said before getting ready exit the vehicle.

"Wait. You're just going to head into the creepy building in the middle of nowhere and leave me here?"

"Stop worrying, its safe here. Just trust me. I'll be right back; I've got to knock and show them my ID or else they'll shoot us."

"Gee, thanks. Thats really comforting." Stiles said as the marshal closed the door and headed over to the building.

The short minutes passed as the marshal knocked on the heavy looking door to the building. Followed by someone on the other side opening the small eye slot on the door, followed by the marshal lifting and waving his badge, followed by it being taken inside through slot; before being returned, then marshal pointing to himself and back to the SUV at Stiles, and then some small talk, that ended with the marshal nodding and walking back to the SUV.

"Well how'd it go." Stiles song sang.

"We just pull around back, and they'll let us in."

"So what is important inside? That we had to stopped here?"

"You'll see. Just wait a little more."

"Awww. But I want to open my presents now." Stiles mockingly protested. The marshal just ignored it as he drove around the building.

The marshal stopped just short of the garage entrance waiting a little before it opened. Stiles by this point was bored and started to play with a cord on the one side of his hoodie biting on it a little; as he watched the doors open slowly.

"Really? Is this how they always do it? Or do they like to pull the smoke and mirrors out when they have guests?"

"Stiles."

"Yeah, yeah. Zip it." Stiles breathed out as doors finished opening and a man came out from side and waved them in.

"So what is this place anyways? And why did we have to stop here before heading over to Beacon Hills in the first place?" Stiles spoke as the marshal just drove in the dark building. "Are you sure we can trust these people. I mean this just looks like something from out of a horror movie. And the stupid ones always get killed first, well no usually its some two bit character that's just meant to scare the audience before the actual story starts. But the main person has to watch or find every other person strung up like puppets and buckets of blood everywhere. And the usual last ones to die are the... Owww." Stiles started to ramble on but was stopped as the marshal slapped him on the back the head.

"Pauses."

"Pleases. Would be nice. Is it pleases or please's? Like someone from the medieval ages would - "if it pleases you m' lord." or please's with the apostrophe s."

"STILES." The marshal hissed out.

"Right. Shutting up. But which it is?" Stiles muttered the last part.

Stiles was to busy caught up in his internal debate about spelling and correct use of the words that didn't make sense to him. To realize that the car stopped and the garage doors close behind them; leaving stuck in the car surround by darkness with faint glows of light off in the distance. The flashing of bright fluorescent lights turning on was the only that made him realize that he had missed everything that happened after starting his debate.

"Relax." The marshal said noticing the boy jump in his seat.

"Right. 'Cuz rundown buildings in the middle of nowhere have such great reputations for being safe, and inviting, with milk and cookies, and pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. That may or not be magically delicious." Stiles said looking at the marshal.

The marshal just looked at the boy. Stiles just looked back with a sly smile that crossed his face, seeing that the marshal wanted to laugh at the last part but knew that he didn't want to encourage him any more than he should. Stiles broke the small staring contest that was happening between the two of them when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh. My. God." Stiles said really taking a good look at the inside of the building since the lights came on.

The inside of the building was the compete opposite from the rundown exterior of the building. The floors looked like the crew just finished them the day before. The walls looked freshly coated with primer, the lights new the latest model giving the place a sleek look. Then the thing that really caught Stiles eyes were the aisle after aisle of storage. Stacked filled with things that caught his eye. Stiles looked to the other side and saw a small group of cars parked next to the door. That were near a staircase that led to small offices overlooking the entire building and its stored goods. Stiles was taken out from his daze when the marshal opened the door on Stiles' side and shook the teen.

"Come on." Was all the marshal said, before heading over to the stairs. Leaving Stiles to shake his head and quickly follow after him.

Stiles felt a little nervous as reached the top of the steps and turned the corner into the small open offices that was over the field stored goods. Inside the room he just entered was another small door that was opened by a man on the other side and asked for the marshal's ID and badge and double checked, as he asked the marshal to sign in, before asking for Stiles.

"ID, kid?" The man asked as he handed back the marshal his ID and badge, looking at Stiles.

"Uhhhhh." Was all Stiles could say.

"Here." The marshal said handing the man a folder.

The man quickly looked at it and then to Stiles before handing it back. "Okay. Go on through.

"Okay." Stiles said raising an eyebrow at the two of them as he followed the marshal into another room.

The marshal greeted the two other people in the room and shook their hands. Huddling close together as they talked periodically looking back at Stiles who decided to lean against the wall next to the door, kicking his shoes back and forth as they finished talking. The marshal thanked before walking back to Stiles and dragged him into another room where a computer was set up.

The marshal sat down and Stiles followed taking a seat opposite of him. Stiles didn't say anything, just taking in the new surroundings. Stiles drowned every other thing out looking at the room, like new pet that you just brought home, until the marshal gently kicked him under the table snapping him back to reality.

"What?" Stiles asked snapping his head back at the marshal.

"Get over here." The marshal asked him swatting the air next to him for Stiles sit down.

Stiles got up and moved over to where the marshal gestured. Stiles was more than happy to greet who he saw on the computer.

"Hey! Buddy I missed you. So how's the stick - Ouch." Stiles mocked as he looked at the screen to see the attorney from earlier, but not before the marshal jabbed him with his elbow.

The attorney tried and failed to hide the slight eye roll and slightly audible disgruntle sigh as Stiles greet him.

"You're late." The marshal snapped out as he addressed the two of them from the other side of the screen.

"Traffic." The marshal said annoyed.

"Regulations dictate that..." The attorney started before being interrupted.

"We are.." Looking at his watch. "5 minutes late. If we were more than a hour late than I would have called."

"Burned." Stiles added.

"No matter. I can see that the witness is safe and sound. Shocking. We have arranged everything that you have requested for. The paper should there for ... the witness to attend classes at Beacon Hill High School. As well as paperwork and identities to help you pass yourselves off as father and son. So long as..." The attorney started.

"Yeah. So long as we stick to the background story provided by you." Stiles interrupted before continuing. "OH! And by the way, buddy, whats my favorite color? Or his, sorry my dad's while your at it?"

"Excuse me." The attorney said caught between a hiss and growl. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, you know. Like you said got to get that background story straightened out. Know it from the front to back, back to front, and while we're at it side to side. But sorry if my dad has to come to school for some reason and has to answer some basic questions about me and doesn't even know my favorite color, if I have food allergies, my favorite music that I may or may not like to annoy him with, and you know some general common stuff that a child and their parents go through."

The attorney looked at Stiles as if imagining a list of ways to hurt him. But still silent as Stiles looked at him on the monitor with a grin.

"You knowing some depth to his flimsy cover story you got going on." Stiles added as the attorney looked like his head was literally either going to explode or steam was about to shoot out his ears and nose, and heard a small stifled laughter from off screen.

"Hey! Is that the lady from Child Services?" Stiles asked leaning forward as if he could see more on the other side if he did.

"Yes. Stiles it's me." The woman said stepping into view. "I trust you're looking after the marshal."

"Got him to eat salad. Twice. So I'd say so far so good, but we have a lot work still left to do." Stiles said smiling.

"Marshal. I trust you're being kind to Stiles." Looking back at the marshal.

"Most of the time. Like you said strong kid." The marshal said smiling.

"That's good to hear." The woman said smiling at the both of them. Everyone ignoring the attorney as they talked through the screen.

"Can we get back to the topic at hand." The attorney barked out frustrated as everyone ignored what was being discussed. "I trust that the two of you will find everything you had ordered for your new life ready to taken with you to your location. All the paperwork has been arranged to the Stiles to finish his education, the house has been settled, and that the two of you will stick to the background story provided. If thats all, then we can end this meeting."

"WAIT!" Stiles protested.

"What?" The attorney spat out.

"Bye." Stiles said waving to the woman.

"Bye, Stiles." Was all she could say before the attorney ended the meeting by closing webcam.

The marshal and Stiles shared a look and laughed as they stared at the computer screen. They left the room and walked down the stairs again meeting the man who waved them into the building.

"Hello." The man said looking at the two of them as they walked up.

"Is everything ready?" The marshal asked shaking the man's hand.

"Yup. All you gotta do is double check the inventory and then its all yours." The man said as he handed him the clipboard.

After a minute or two of the marshal checking the list the man nodded and went over to the SUV opening the back grabbing their things and setting them on the floor.

"Uhhh. Watcha you doing?" Stiles asked as he watched man unloading their things on the floor.

"Getting our things out of the really expensive SUV."

"Why?"

"Low profile remember. And besides it belongs to the US Marshal's."

"And you're what a milk man."

"No. But if we role up in the this and thats kind of flashes look at me doesn't it. So we get something more low profile."

"And what is low profile exactly?"

"That." The marshal said pointing to the small car that the man from before was rolling towards the garage doors.

"That looks so, so... so ordinary." Stiles said looking as the slightly older model dark blue car that he looked at.

"Low.." The marshal started.

"Low profile, got it." Stiles sighed as he grabbed his bags and headed toward the car.

"Hold on." The marshal stopped Stiles as he headed to load his things into the car.

"What?"

"Not yet. Still a few more things, we need to get done." The marshal said nodding his head towards another car being pulled up towards the garage entrance.

"A moving van really?"

"Got to keep up appearances don't we, and that means a moving a van with our stuff."

"Like what."

"The stuff we ordered, remember."

"Oh, yeah."

The marshal walked around moving van and met the man as he opened the gate to look at their furniture double checking and signing the clipboard he had with him.

"Alright you ready?" Asked the marshal as Stiles looked back and forth where to put his bags. "Just put them in the back of the van. I'll come back drop off the van after we get settled and come back with the car."

"Okay." Stiles said as he dropped his stuff in the back of the van and walked around the front getting in the passenger seat and waited for the marshal.

A few more minutes passed as the Stiles watched the marshal load his stuff into the car, talking the to the people in the building, getting a small bag before heading inside the van ready to drive off to Beacon Hills.


A/N: Okay hoped you liked the chapter and the story so far.

Again sorry for any major spelling mistakes no beta. Thanks for reading.