[ The defense of Sheriff Stilinski earns Jonas a bright, feverish look of intense appreciation from Stiles, who will never be an unbiased party where his dad is concerned. In fact, he’s cursed himself with this overprotective, too sensitive, neurotic love for his only remaining parent. Donovan’s words that night are the real infection in desperate need of being drained and dried. Even now, the memory of them – the accusation his dad was responsible for what happened to Deputy Donati, the insinuation his dad is a coward – is like a white-knuckled fist crushing his guts into pulp, setting his teeth on edge. Unable to remain seated any longer, Stiles launches to his feet with wild energy. Like clockwork, he falls into the same tightly wound elliptical route in their living room; the woodwork is beginning to show wear from repeated nights of pacing. ]
Okay. [ A harsh exhale, eyes skittering in the direction of his best friend before abruptly changing course to look at Sasuke instead. ] Okay.
[ “No person in their right mind would see this and believe you did it intentionally, but others haven't seen it.”
One chance, Stilinski. Get it right.
As quickly as he began pacing, Stiles stops. ]
There was construction going on in the library. Scaffolding everywhere. He found where I was hiding and attacked me again. Threw me into the scaffolding. So, I climbed up. Then he…grabbed my legs. Told me he was going to eat them.
[ The pocketknife comes out a final time, neatly severing the thread he’d been pulling from his wrist. Stiles watches the silk thread flutter weightlessly to his feet. ]
I wasn’t trying to kill him, [ he insists in a soft, hushed tone, as if he were in a confessional booth at church. ] I was just trying to get away. I pulled out the support from the scaffolding above me and it all rained down on him. This huge beam…impaled him, right here. [ A surprisingly steady hand rests against his body in demonstration, picking out the spot all too easily; Stiles hallucinates the scene with his own corpse enough to know intimately where the brace would have skewered him. ] I was going to try and help, but he died before I could do anything.
When Scott found out…he wouldn’t believe me when I told him it was self-defense. [ A brief, humorless laugh. ] I guess we broke up over it. Him and Malia.
[ And now, maybe Jonas too. Gaze both evasive and keen, Stiles awaits whatever judgment Jonas will call down on his head. ]
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Okay. [ A harsh exhale, eyes skittering in the direction of his best friend before abruptly changing course to look at Sasuke instead. ] Okay.
[ “No person in their right mind would see this and believe you did it intentionally, but others haven't seen it.”
One chance, Stilinski. Get it right.
As quickly as he began pacing, Stiles stops. ]
There was construction going on in the library. Scaffolding everywhere. He found where I was hiding and attacked me again. Threw me into the scaffolding. So, I climbed up. Then he…grabbed my legs. Told me he was going to eat them.
[ The pocketknife comes out a final time, neatly severing the thread he’d been pulling from his wrist. Stiles watches the silk thread flutter weightlessly to his feet. ]
I wasn’t trying to kill him, [ he insists in a soft, hushed tone, as if he were in a confessional booth at church. ] I was just trying to get away. I pulled out the support from the scaffolding above me and it all rained down on him. This huge beam…impaled him, right here. [ A surprisingly steady hand rests against his body in demonstration, picking out the spot all too easily; Stiles hallucinates the scene with his own corpse enough to know intimately where the brace would have skewered him. ] I was going to try and help, but he died before I could do anything.
When Scott found out…he wouldn’t believe me when I told him it was self-defense. [ A brief, humorless laugh. ] I guess we broke up over it. Him and Malia.
[ And now, maybe Jonas too. Gaze both evasive and keen, Stiles awaits whatever judgment Jonas will call down on his head. ]