Chapter 5.

It had been about a week and a half since anyone had seen Stiles, Jackson or Derek. When Sheriff Stilinski arrived back home from the trip he had been called out to, he noticed Stiles wasn't home. Figuring he was probably out with Scott and the others he hadn't panicked. But when his jeep didn't pull into the driveway around eleven at night he got worried and called Scott.

Scott informed the Sheriff that Stiles had been missing for about three days now, along with Jackson. In less than twenty-four hours Sheriff Stilinski had set up a search party to search for the two boys. Nothing was found. Stiles room didn't look like there had been a struggle; there was no evidence to be found there. The scene at Jacksons' was pretty much the same. Jackson's parents let Sheriff Stilinski know that it wasn't completely unlike Jackson to take a few days off to be on his own; but he could usually be found at Lydia Martins house or he'd at least text them letting them know he was fine. He wasnt at Lydia's and there had been no texts.

Sheriff Stilinski was sitting at the dinner table with a bottle of vodka to his right and a veggie burger to his left. He sighed when he looked down at all the information he had gathered. Even with all this information put together still nothing makes any sense. From the short stories Stiles had told him about Jackson he knew they were far from friends. So it wouldn't make sense that they would run off together. And he was pretty sure Stiles only had eyes for Derek so it couldn't have been him frolicking off into the sunset with Jackson. He shuddered at the fact that his son was "in love" with someone who he had presumed to be a murderer. He brought his attention back to the problem at hand. His son was gone. He left him at home alone and came back to an empty house. Anything could be happening…could have happened, to his son and he had not one idea what to do to rectify the situation. He couldn't lose Stiles. He had already lost his wife and he wouldn't have made it through that if it weren't for Stiles.

"I can't lose my son too" Sheriff Stilinski brokenly said, tears welling up in his eyes. He almost fell out of his chair when a voice broke through his haze of silence and sadness.

"Lose me? What do you mean lose me? I'm right here!"

Sheriff Stilinski swung his entire body around the face the entrance dividing the dining room and the foyer. There was Stiles, looking slightly paler than he had known his son to be. He was wearing all black with the exception of a red t-shirt peaking through his half zipped leather jacket. His arms were folded nonchalantly as he leaned on the wooden frame of the entrance.

Sheriff Stilinski pushed off of his chair knocking it to the floor and embraced his son, grunting at the unexpected solidness of his sons frame. "Stiles, where the hell have you been?" He held his son back to looking over him, ignoring his new style, checking for any signs of him possibly being hurt, he looked fine. Awesome actually. He frowned and looked in his sons light brown eyes giving him a stern look. "Where. Have. You. Been?" He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

Stiles sighed and placed his hand on fathers shoulder, "I just needed some time to myself dad, things just became...too much and I had to go".

"What do you mean "things became too much"? Does this have something to do with Derek? Do you know I've been worried sick?"

"Daaad, don't worry about it, it's not about…Derek. I'm fine, it's not that big of a deal" Stiles flailed his hands around to solidify his point. The Sheriff wasn't buying it.

"What do you mean? Not a big deal? Do you know I had search party out looking for you? And Jackson!? Was he with you? I need to call his parents." The Sheriff turned around to go get his cell off the dinner table and stopped in shock Jackson was sitting at the table, leaning far too back in the chair with his legs crossed on the table. "Jackson!? What the hell is going on here?" he turned back to Stiles and then back to Jackson "Do you know your parents have been worried sick about you?"

"Aw, come on its like Stiles said, we're fine. Calm down" Jackson said crossing his hands behind his head with a smug look on his face

The Sheriff squinted his eyes. Something wasn't right. These two boys, who hate each other, go missing together for a week and a half. Show up again, act as if nothing happened and are suddenly best buds? He frowned and turned back to his son "What the fuck is going on here Stiles?"

"Dad" Stiles said shifting off the door frame and sighing again "I said don't worry about it-"

"No Stiles! Where were you two? If you don't answer I'm cuffing both of you and taking you down to the precinct. I'll hold you both until the morning if one of you doesn't speak up" he said looking between the boys. He wasn't bluffing.

"See, I told you we'd have to use compulsion on him." Jackson said looking over at Stiles as if he hadn't just heard the Sheriff's threat.

"Jackson no, he's my dad" Stiles answered back sounding annoyed

"Well get him under control, jeez!" Jackson replied rolling his eyes and taking a swig of the Sheriffs Jack Daniels.

The Sheriff had had enough. He reached for his cuffs; he was taking them to the precinct. After awhile of feeling around for his cuffs he heard jingling in Jackson direction. "Looking for these?", he turned to see Jackson twirling the cuffs around on his index finger. How the hell did he get those? The Sheriff marched over to swipe them from Jackson's hand missing when Jackson did a quick maneuver out of the seat and into a leaning position on the table. Causing the Sheriff to slip and topple over the chair onto the floor.

"FUCK!" he shouted. He was pretty sure he twisted his ankle.

"Jackson you're such an asshole! He's my dads are you serious?" Stiles half shouted at Jackson

"Dude I'm sorry!" Jackson snorted, currently stifling a laugh.

"Stiles…what's going on?" Sheriff Stilinski choked, he was so confused. Why was his son acting like this? Had he really not cared what everyone had gone through while they were gone? Did he not care about how he had left him and everyone else thinking the worst?

Stiles stepped out of the dividing rooms and walked over to his dad who was still lying on the floor. He sat cross legged on the floor next to his dads' head placing it on his lap and stroking his hair.

"Dad. I do care. I know you were worried, but there's nothing to be worried about I'm fine…better than fine actually" he said with a smirk, his eyes glowing slightly

"Stiles I just need you to tell me wha-"

"Shhh" Stiles said placing his index finger over his dads' lips and gazing in his eyes.

"Told you" Jackson snorted taking another swig of the Jack

"Shut up Jackson" Stiles whispered. His eyes began to glow and he looked back down to his dad.

"Jackson and I are fine; you don't need to be worried about us. You're going to go upstairs, go to bed and forget this ever happened. You're also going to stop eating your veggie burgers with a bottle of Jack; it defeats the purpose…ok?" Stiles didn't blink once

"Yes…ok" the Sheriff replied gazing back into Stiles golden eyes. He got up off the floor and made his way upstairs, limping to his bedroom without looking back at the two boys. Stiles stood up and turned to frown at Jackson. "If you weren't such an ass I wouldn't have had to do that!" he said gesturing towards where he just put his father under compulsion.

"Oh whatever, your dads the fucking Sheriff there's no way he was going to let you waltz in here and not want questions answered. If anything I did you a favor." He looked over Stiles and snorted.

Stiles ran his hands through his hair and glared at Jackson. "How'd I get stuck with such a jerk? I should've just let you die."

Jackson stood up off the table and in a blur of movement pinned Stiles to the dinning room wall, leaving two fist sized holes in the wall on either side of Stiles head. He still hadn't mastered controlling his strength yet. "Oh really? Because that's not what you said the other night when I was balls deep inside you" he said brushing his soft lips on the lowers side Stiles' jaw. "Seems like you couldn't get enough of me then..." he whispered, now looking impishly in Stiles eyes.

Stiles looked away from Jackson trying to ignore how close they were to each other, sadly his dick wasn't good a ignoring much these days. Jackson knew it too, which is precisely why he reached down to grip Stiles' growing erection. "You like that?" he asked still looking in Stiles' eyes. His own eyes where glowing a grayish blue color. He licked Stiles' lips before biting down on the bottom lip. Stiles moaned kissing onto Jackson's lips and arching into the touch. "Tell me you like it. I know you do" he breathily said squeezing Stiles erection through his jeans harder "come on tell me…babe".

In a split of a second, Stiles eyes shone the familiar golden brown and he knocked Jackson back several feet with a swift palm to the chest. "I fucking hate you so much, go to the precinct and take care of that, then go home and brainwash your parents or whatever. You could eat them for all I care" he said bending down to pick up all the files and pictures Jackson had knocked over.

"Oh come on Stiles don't be like that, I was only kidding" Jackson said smirking walking back over to Stiles

"Go! Now Jackson, before I punch through your face…again" Stiles' said, a pseudo smile spreading across his face

Jackson flipped him the bird before leaving the house with his new supernatural speed.

Students were pulling up to the school, some who lived close walking and others being dropped off. Scott spotted Allison pulling into a parking space and jogged over. Allison was reaching into the back seat to grab her bag when Scott finally made it over. She locked the door and smiling faintly when she saw him.

"Hey?" she said questioningly the concerning look on Scott's face "What's wrong?"

"Derek's been missing just as long as Stiles and Jackson. At first I didn't make anything of it because...well they're boyfriends or whatever. So maybe him and Derek had left togther. But Derek told me he was gonna call me back. And he didn't...and I'm so-"

Allison had to interrupt this was too much. "Scott!...Just...calm down and get to the point" she said looking to see how many students were still left outside if they were late again wouldn't be so forgiving.

Scott sighed and his face slipped into its 'I'm really confused and don't know whats going on' puppy face "Isaac said he saw Jackson last night"

Allison blinked "Well...that's good right?"

"Yeah...I guess...but Isaac said that Jackson smelt weird...like blood..."

"Well he is...the Kanima. Look don't think to hard into it right now. Now come on! Were gonna be late" she said pulling his hand towards the school building.

They made it to class just in time. Scott stopped half way to his seat when he felt something wasn't quite right. He looked around the class room his eyes widening when he saw the weirdest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Well...aside from Jackson naked. Stiles and Jackson were sitting next to each other. In the same classroom. At the same desk. In this universe.

"Are you going to have a seat inhere or the principles office Mr. McCall" growled

Scott's eyes fluttered, he swallowed his Adams apple and rushed to his seat. turned back around before staring at Stiles and Jackson's.

"I see you've decided to make a smart choice in your academic life Stilinski" he said finally turning around and transferring words from a paper he was holding on to the chalkboard. Scott turned to Stiles and flagged him down to get his attention. Stiles turned only his head to Scott and looked him over before asking "What?"

"Dude whats your problem?" Scott whispered immediately feeling the tension between the two of them "Where have you been? Where's Derek? Why are you sitting with Jackson?".

Stiles smiled almost demonically "I've been...gone. I don't know and I don't care. And I'm sitting with Jackson because I'm fucking him" he turned his head away to look over at Jackson who was now smiling at him and admiring his lips. Scott felt the bile in him churn.

"Stiles! Seriously!" he whispered as quietly as he could without attracting attention.

Stiles turned around to face him completely this time. "I am serious Scott. Did you hear me lie?"

Scott tried to listen in on Stiles heartbeat. His eyes widened and he said loud enough for everyone to hear "What the fuck".

" !" shouted bringing the attention from everyone's eyes to Scott. Stiles was already facing forward; wiping away any proof that he had been speaking to Scott.

"Sorry... " he had to think on his toes quick "I have...a really bad headache, can I go to the nurse?" he put on his best hurt face. stared him down for a few seconds before writing him a pass to the nurse. Scott got up and made sure to stay as far away from Stiles as possible while he got up to retrieve his pass. Allison gave him a look as if to say 'whats going on?' as went to retrieve his pass. Nodded his head toward Stiles and Jackson and mouthed 'stay away' before getting his pass and leaving.

Scott stood in front of Isaac's class gesturing for him to come out and waited for him to get a pass to the bathroom before the both walked into the boys bathroom. He and Isaac had gotten closer during the time Stiles was gone and he couldn't exactly go to Stiles so Isaac would have to do. He checked all the stalls in the bathroom for anyone before he turned to Isaac

"Stiles and Jackson don't have heartbeats"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Isaac! They. don't. have. heart. beats"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"I think they're fucking vampires!" Scott half shouted.

Just then Jackson and Stiles both walked into the bathroom closing the door behind them.

"Scott...you're not such a dumbass after all" Stiles said speeding over to stand in front of Scott, eyes glowing amber.

Isaac growled and extracted his claws beginning to shift into his beta form. Jackson came up behind him grabbing his arm and twisting behind his back until it snapped throwing him to the floor. And chuckling "And to think I wanted to be a fucking wolf. This is so much better"

Stiles smirked and brought his eyes back to Scott

"We have so much to catch up on."