voluntaryapnea | 18. You want a revelation/Some kind of resolution/Tell me what you want me to say

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[Stiles sits with his back to the wall in a cell in Zero, scowl etched onto his features. He can hear Jackson's heart beating from across the hall and he wishes he'd ripped it out of his chest so at least he'd have some peace and quiet while he's stuck down here. Being alone would be better than being stuck in the same vicinity as Jackson Whittemore.

He shuts his eyes and covers his ears with his hands, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know exactly how containment down here works, but he knows that short of someone letting him out, he's trapped for now.

It's fine. He'll deal. He always does. He's not thrilled about it, because there are things he could be doing if he wasn't locked in a freaking jail cell.

He opens his eyes again when he hears the distant echo of footsteps approaching -- but whether they're approaching his cell or Jackson's, or if someone else is being locked up -- that he's not sure about yet.

So he stares at the bars ahead, eyes dark and narrow. Waiting.]

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[He's never done well with boredom. After several hours of sitting in relative silence, he picks up his comm. The boredom is as evident in his tone as the sarcastic taunting.]

I have to say that if this is the worst you people can do for punishment, I'm severely disappointed. No wonder our barge graduates more people than yours. You don't even have an ounce of creativity.

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[He wants to tell him about how Allison keeps coming around. About how for whatever reason, she has it in her head that they're packmates. He isn't sure what keeps him from telling Scott, but he doesn't. He shrugs instead.]

Bored out of my skull. Stuck down here with Jackson. [And he knows Scott will know how much he hates that.]

But at least I got to kick his ass first.

[Scott doesn't mention it either, but that's because he's afraid of her, now. And he can't admit that, not even to Stiles.]

Yeah? Good. He deserves that, I don't care what universe he's from. No way he isn't still a total asswipe.

He's a loser. [He hopes that Jackson's listening.] They're cutting him loose before me, though. Shocking, right?

What? That's bullshit. He's the weak one, so he gets off early. That's how this ship works?

They assume I'm the aggressor. He came after me.

Sounds kinda aggressive to me.

How dare I defend myself instead of just letting him kill me.

[He rolls his eyes.]

You gotta be careful while I'm down here, okay?

Don't worry, man.

[He flashes a smile, fang-tipped.]

No one's touching me.

[He's as arrogant as ever, except there's something in his eyes that says he's worried. He's scared. He's not on top. He's never as strong as he wants to be. He needs to be stronger. So he can protect himself - and Stiles.]

[He sees that worry and it doesn't help soothe his own sense of growing anxiety.]

If they do, they're gonna die.

[And he means that with every fabric of his being, the way he's always meant it. If anyone harms Scott while Stiles is in Zero, they'll be sorry when he's out. The same way that Jennifer Blake had been sorry when he killed her back home. The same way that Deucalion had been sorry. The alpha twins.]

He smiles at Stiles' assurance. There's such a viciousness in him, a violence and a loyalty that Scott loves. He trusts Stiles. Even after the other one trapped him in mountain ash, Scott trusts him. And that's no mean feat, for him.]

Slowly and painfully. That's why no one's gonna touch me.

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