Stiles

Time Travel
S02e10: Fury
Matt gets his
Still dead deputies
Argents get in trouble
Because opening fire with that many hard-core weapons is idiocy
Noah finds out
Scott whines
Deaton is an asshole

Spooky Mulder Stiles

The man, teen really, watched the sun rise from his front porch. Remembering the days of futures past now. Or was that the time that never would be? A time far in the never future where he had made it to Supervisor Special Agent at the FBI. He snorted to himself, yeah that was/will not be him, SSA “Spooky Mulder” Stilinski. Who everyone either ignored or made fun of unless it was something up his alley. Then they were all sweet and light. Until the end came, because Deaton, fucking Deaton, had pissed on (and off) the fucking Furies. And they enacted their revenge on everyone for his wrongs.

It had been deemed by his magical superiors (who knew. He certainly didn’t) that since he knew, and been close too, (yeah right) he would be the one sent. He had only specified the best time to do it, as they had said it had to be when all the players were in place.

And that time and place was last night, when Matt tried to attack them at his father’s work to get rid of all the evidence against him.
He had quickly merged with his younger self as soon as Jackson had used Jackson’s venom to paralyze him and allowed his Spark to go through his system to neutralize it as Matt had Jackson move him and Derek out of the way.

Matt was off to gloat over his plan working to Scott who was stuck trying to figure out how to stop him.
With the venom out of system, he cast a “don’t notice me” spell over Jackson and the other two, then, slowly got up and went to his father’s safe to get the spare gun and ammo.
He cast a silencing charm over where he was working and got the safe open, getting the old revolver out and the speed rounds that went with it.
The old revolver was a .45 with the ammo being hollow points his father only used against body armored crack heads (it was just the once and he swore never to be unprepared again).

The thing was, he, having grown up and raised in the sheriff’s office, knew that neither Matt nor Scott really figured out, it wasn’t just the uniforms that were camera’ed up. The station was as well. And going 24/7 throughout the building for security reasons. And Matt had just stated he was responsible for controlling Jackson to do all the murders. Including the murders of every police officer in the station but his father. Who was now handcuffed in receiving. A death sentence offence in this state. Many times over. And he, Stiles, would not catch any type of hell for taking him, or the controlled Jackson, out because of it.

He had stealthily crept up behind Jackson, and Kanima or no, having his brains blown out at close range by a .45 did kill him right off the bat. And the next bullet went past Scott and into the shocked Matt’s brain cavity as well.

Remembering that the Argents were going to blow the hell out of the front of the building he had yelled at Scott to lay the fuck down and tend to himself, then had gone into the back to attend to the recordings and make sure they got a lovely view of the Argents when they drove up front. Getting out of their SUVs with their weapons of war, and not ten minutes later opening fire with everything they had.

He opened the 911 channel to the next town and county’s police department, downloading the view from out front and an SOS need all hands in capital letters. Manipulating the cameras out front as the Argents reloaded for another go, to zoom in on each face shooting out the front of the building.

As the Argents were finishing up, he zoomed into show the front license plates on each vehicle behind them, with the added message, “all on duty deputy’s dead. Massacre. Killer killed by added hostages. Along with a person under Stockholm Syndrome and acting under his command. People out front owners of Argent Arms, Weapons Dealers stationed in town under license. Warning very armed and very dangerous.”
The Argents were nodding and smiling, clapping each other on the back for a job well, before getting in their vehicles and heading off.

It took the town’s actual police department five minutes to show up along with the coroner and every ambulance the local hospital had. Word through the police band had it that every police and county department was on their way. Along with the local FBI.

His father and Scott were sent to the hospital overnight for their wounds, Derek was seen at the hospital, but released a couple hours later.
Stiles spent the time with a child welfare agent being questioned over everything to verify the recordings.

Which brought him to now, the FBI and area SWAT had taken down the Argents in their own barricaded home, killing Gerrard in the process and discovering the torture chambers in the basement.

Scott had called to cry out that his FBI Agent father had arrested Allison for being at the station last night and firing weapons just as the rest of her family did. All caught on the station’s cameras.
Scott had woken him an hour after he had gotten to bed after being questioned by the feds. So, he had just put it on speaker and went to the bathroom to begin his day early.

So now, here he was, watching the sun rise, before he headed off to un-bury Peter’s corps to send him off to a healer, he had contacted that he had known from before.
After that, pick up his father from the hospital. He was so getting a steak and eggs breakfast to make up for what he had gone through the night before. Stiles also knew his father was going to want to know just what had been going on in town and the truth about last night, so breakfast was also to serve as a butter-me-up breakfast.

Deaton was on the horizon now that the Argents were taken care of. As was the Void. But that was for the new future.
Till then he would watch the new sun rise on a new day he didn’t believe he’d get a chance to see again.