voluntaryapnea | 15. Who knows what's right?/The lines keep getting thinner

[He finds himself on the fourth floor, just outside of what's left of cabin 407, the room next to Dean's. He already has a pretty good idea of what exactly happened. Already knows that the vampire had been sealed inside the room courtesy of mountain ash. He sees it on the floor just outside the door and he kneels down, running his fingers through it and pursing his lips.

He's an awesome warden, really. Helping incite his inmate to attempted murder. Not that Jerry doesn't deserve it. It isn't about Jerry. He has no guilt or sympathy for the guy. It's that Dean is the one who dealt the strike. And Stiles had handed over the information he'd needed to do it with. He doesn't see a difference really, between someone handing a loaded gun to a psychopath out to commit homicide and his own role in the events that had taken place the night before. He lets out a breath and then steps inside the room, looking up at the scorched ceiling. Scorpius had been injured, too. Others could have been. People could have died.

Stiles rubs the back of his neck and grimaces. Innocent people getting caught up in this isn't something he'd wanted to happen, but it has and now he has to figure out how to deal with the fallout. The question is...how?]

[Private Video -- Dean Winchester.]

[It takes him a few hours to decide what to do about the whole situation with Dean. He can't just allow him to go around setting people on fire -- even if they deserve it and he maintains that Jerry did. But he also isn't going to be terribly harsh about punishment in this case. Maybe it's wrong, but considering he played a role in Dean's actions, he can't be too hard on the guy.

And he won't put Dean in Zero or confine him to his room. That's not even a punishment for the guy. Dean wants to be alone. Which is exactly why he can't be. Not just because it's supposed to be a punishment, but because it's unhealthy. Solitude is great, but everyone needs someone, and Dean is no exception, even if he believes otherwise.]

So. We should probably talk about what happened last night.

[Video -- Public]

[The video feed clicks on and it shows Stiles in the pub. There's a blender beside him that's full of ice, and several bottles of various syrups around. He's holding a container of sugar and eying the blender before he begins pouring it atop the ice.]

So, someone wondered about Slurpees on the Barge. I think this is everything it takes to make one. [Maybe. Possibly. Mostly he's just experimenting right now.] So if anyone would like to be a taste tester, come up to the Pub. [You know. If you're feeling brave. Or if you want to bounce off the walls. He's still pouring in the sugar and now half the container is in the blender.]

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You're a big, fat liar--and no, don't! [She's whining with a smile, and the feed shifts as she starts towards the pub.] I wanna help make it!

[He mock gasps.]

Allison Argent. I can't believe you'd say something so...utterly true. [He smirks.] Hurry up!

I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying! I'm working on trying not to die 'cause you all love me, remember?

[It's slightly in bad taste, but Allison really needs to make light of it as much as possible. She needs to do something to make that hole in their eyes smaller, to heal the wounds even a little by joking about it, talking about it more...reminding them that she's here and she's alive, and that she's going to stay alive because they will all get their deals.

She needs to make it okay for them, because Jerry is still a problem, and she can't stop protecting them. No matter how badly they want her to.

So she cuts off the feed, and makes her way to the pub as quickly as she can, flouncing in with a smile and dumping her purse on the bartop as she greets Stiles with a grin, pausing to point at him in mock accusation.]

If you put more sugar in there, I will Dora up your bedsheets, Stilinski.

[Stiles feels his breath hitch at her words even if the smile remains on his face, believably hiding that particular reaction. But the second the video switches off, he pulls his hand away from the blender and rubs it over his face, letting out a breath. He gets it -- why she needs to make light of it. He'd probably be doing the same thing, only he'd be more sarcastic about it. And they're going to get their deals -- because there's not another option here.

But it's still an open wound for him. His last memory of her back home is seeing her lying limp and lifeless cradled in Scott's arms as he leaned heavily on Lydia for physical support. And it's one he can't get out of his head no matter how hard he tries.

By the time Allison makes it to the pub, he's adding in water to the mixture and smirking at her comment as she enters.]

Just water. No Dora please. I like my sheets the way they are.

Good. Because you definitely can't inevitably bring my best friend back to your cabin someday to have your way with her with Dora sheets. So behave yourself.

[Moving to his side, she peers into the blender with a critical eye.] Yeah...next one's going to be cherry limeade. This one, you can only put, like...three drops of syrup in. Seriously, Stiles, it didn't look like that much sugar on the feed..

[His eyes widen at those words and he nearly drops the pitcher of water he's pouring. Oh my god, Allison, you can't just say things like that when he's holding a container of liquid. It's dangerous.]

It'll be really good! Uh. The Slurpee, I mean. [But now his eyes widen even more at what he's just implied.] Not that -- that won't also be good, because I think it'll be great if it does happen, when it happens, I just -- oh my god.

Right moving on. Cherry limeade.

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