HEY! Update because I've actually been being a good little shit and have a couple chapters on reserve! I'll get chapter 57 up once I get 59 done. Notes for this chapter are: For anyone who doesn't watch the show Stiles' name is Mieczyslaw and he was called "Mischief" mostly by his mother, *spoilers for chapter* that is NOT relevant to this chapter, the ghost featured is Sheriff Stilinski, it's just the app in this chapter is based of the app "Ghost Radar Classic" and that app has a limited word bank- it doesn't even have the word style- so this was really the only way I could have the app basically say Stiles' name. Also I am in no way sponsored by Spudpickles. That is all. Onto Replies!
Guardian: Okay, first of all I wanted to call you Gofal so bad… ignoring that- WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, FRIEND! Thank you so much, I try my best with this bad boy, except with betaing because I'm too impatient to have a beta and I suck at proofreading my own writing. Lol. Thankfully I'm not too terrible and it's usually only a couple mistakes. Forgive me if I'm wrong, because honestly I'm not caught up, but is Manila a typo? I don't know what it is, and I searched both wikis and got nothing. The first thing that came to mind for me is the Kanima. If that is what you meant, yes it will appear, but it'll be a bit, because it's still gonna show up in the events of season 2. If it wasn't what you meant, let me know what you did mean and I'll answer properly! Thanks again, your review really did make my day!
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"Somebody has to keep watch!" Scott insisted as Stiles approached the fence alongside him.
"Why do I always have to be the one to keep watch? Why can't Claire keep watch?" Stiles asked, not at all planning to be left out of this.
"Because we met her an hour ago, and she's literally playing candy crush right now?" Scott answered irritatedly.
"Okay. Why is it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time!"
"No ones' Batman or Robin any of the time!"
"Not even some of the time?!" Derek took his hand, pulling him back towards the car a few steps, ignoring Stiles' pouting, unfortunately.
"Stiles, you know they're going to have a patrol coming through here… We can't wait half a minute for our getaway driver to climb the fence."
"But you know what I also know? How to navigate a crime scene undetected! Getting away isn't gonna do much if you two leave identifiable evidence everywhere." Derek took a deep breath, grabbing Stiles by the shoulders, trying to calm his jittery excited bouncing.
"Babe… Isn't the number one rule of crime scenes, the less people in them the better?" Stiles just glared dully. Yes, he was technically right, but it was still rude. "We'll be careful. Just honk if you see someone coming, okay?"
"Fine…" He conceded, pouting. Derek kissed his cheek and they went their separate ways. Derek to follow Scott over the fence, and Stiles pausing on his way back to his jeep to enjoy the view before hoping back in Roscoe. "Stupid furry jerks…" He muttered. Claire gave a half-hearted hum of agreement. Stiles sat a moment, contemplating before pulling out his phone. Claire glanced up at his movement only momentarily.
"Whatcha doin'?" She asked in a light jovial sing song, looking back down at her phone. Stiles was actually pretty sure she was texting, not playing any games. He sighed.
"Don't laugh?" She nodded, he assumed agreeing. "Ghost app." She laughed. He rolled his eyes.
"Those apps are such bullshit." She said, chuckling. Stiles set his phone down on the console once he'd started it up and closed the opening ad.
"Eh. I've gotten some good results off this one…" That was a lie. He'd gotten mixed results at most. Enough that he believed the app probably worked, but never enough to hold a conversation, and not the most reliable. It took a minute for the app to actually start working. A blue blip just beneath the radar's zero point, which Stiles assumed to mean in the back seat. A moment after the blip appeared, the app spoke in the feminine robotic voice.
"SCHOOL" The screen showed as the voice croaked the word out. Stiles nodded, glancing at Claire in the rear view mirror, as she avoided doing the same.
"Yep, we're at the school. What're you up to?" He asked aloud. It didn't respond at first. After a few minutes, as Claire inhaled as if about to speak, the app worked again.
"ALONE" It croaked simply. It made them both jump a little.
"You know, you shouldn't encourage hauntings…" Claire said after a moment of silence, a new sense of resolve accompanying it now. Stiles' scoffed.
"I thought the app was bullshit?" He mocked, looking over his shoulder as she looked at her own phone.
"The intent's still there…" She said instead of admitting she might've been wrong. Stiles rolled his eyes good naturedly.
"Yes, of course. Please dad, I know you were viciously killed on duty, the details of which have been covered up and withheld from me, but let's certainly NOT seek any type of closure or-" Stiles' snarky reply was cut short by the app.
"LIGHTS" The app somehow sounded more insistent, and Stiles looked forward,for some reason, to see headlights of what looked to be a department SUV approaching from around the other side of the school. His first instinct was to lay on the horn, and his second was to start the jeep up. The approaching car sped up as Scott and Derek burst out of the bus, running like the devil was at their heels. Scott gave a more artful jump over the fence, running up a car and flipping over, as Derek gave a simpler, faster run and jump, but stumbled a bit more on the landing. Scott hopped in the front and Derek the back, and Stiles started to reverse as the patrol pulled up to the locked gate, flashing the blue and reds and letting the siren whoop as one of the officers got out to unlock the gate, warning them to pull over. God he was glad their department wasn't trigger happy. By the time Stiles had the car turned around they had the gate unlocked and ready to proceed.
"Stiles!" Derek warned as he and Claire looked back.
"Don't worry, I've done this a dozen times." He said, putting the car back into gear and tearing off.
"MISS" The app insisted again, and he winced, realizing what that probably meant. "MISS- MISS- CHIEF" The app said, confirming his suspicion.
"What's that?" Scott asked.
"CHILD- ANGRY" The app said. "BAD- TROUBLE" Stiles sighed, trying to think where he was going, where traffic cameras were around town, what streets would have the least traffic right now. "BEHAVIOR"
"OKAY, I get it! Can we talk about what a disappointment I am later? Kinda trying to not get arrested for murder right now." He sped up, doing his best to stay out of the patrol car's headlights.
"Stiles! It wasn't me, I didn't attack the driver!" Scott finally said excitedly.
"Awesome, that means-"
"I can go out with Allison tomorrow!" He exclaimed relieved. Stiles glared dully out the windshield. He made the next turn harder than he needed, sending Scott, who still hadn't put his seatbelt on, ricocheting about jarringly.
"I was going to say 'that means your not going to murder me'..." He corrected snarkily. Scott nodded innocently, realizing his mistake.
"Oh yeah… That too."
"Just put on your seatbelt, you ass." They crossed a busy street, onto another back road into town.
"Wait, we're heading deeper into town?" Derek asked confused, holding on as they made another sharp turn.
"Yep!" Stiles answered, eyes fixed on the road, as they pulled onto an empty main street.
"In this thing… How do you think we're going to lose them?"
"Trust me, I got this." Stiles assured calmly, as they turned onto a one way backstreet, hardly more than an alleyway. It was no time before the police SUV was just behind them. Stiles just picked up speed. Up ahead, Derek noticed there was an abandoned car to the side of the alley, taking up just enough space that they definitely couldn't thread the gap. But Stiles just sped up already going way too fast to turn on a dime. He gripped the frame bar next to him.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" He asked trying to keep the panic out of his voice and failing miserably.
"Just buckle up and hold on." As they came to the mouth of the alley, Stiles threw on his hazards, making the van slam on the breaks. But Stiles didn't stop, and a second later they were flying past the car a few feet off the ground, and then unceremoniously slamming back down, just barely clearing the car. They slowed immediately and considerably but remained speeding, zig-zagging on and off streets before calmly slipping into a bit of the night life traffic. Derek and Claire both took a deep breath of relief.
"How did you do that…" Derek deadpanned, staring at Stiles in a way that could only really be called "fearful admiration". Stiles looked back at him, completely unbothered.
"What, the jump? There's a speed bump there. All the department vehicles are too short or wide to make it, so it's a good way to lose 'em whenever I'm in trouble." Scott nodded along.
"The first time we did it we were goofing around. It's really cool when you're not getting chased by police." Derek exhaled deeply.
"That was awesome." Claire voiced in his place. "Way to fucking go, kid." She chuckled and reached forward punching Stiles' shoulder.
"Thanks." He answered, smiling. "Everyone ready to turn in? Or do you crazy kids wanna hit up some putt putt?"
"Fuck yeah." Claire answered so half heartedly it might have been sarcastic. Scott didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes.
"It's almost nine and there's a curfew. They'd probably be closed." Derek replied, trying not to smile as he stared at the side of Stiles' head.
"Sounds like someone's afraid of getting their ass kicked at mini golf." Stiles joked, smiling.
"You're amazing…" Derek swooned, knowing how sappy it sounded and not really caring.