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keepsmeawakeIt was supposed to be easy... in theory. Okay, so, Stiles had known their plan was risky, stupid even, but they didn't have anything better, and surely the Calavera followed the code and probably wouldn't hurt them... he didn't know why they'd been banking on that one, really, because these guys seemed crazy.
So of course their cunning plan to rescue Derek had ended up with Stiles locked up in a bathroom with no idea where the rest of his friends were. But hey, at least he'd found Derek... because he'd been thrown in said bathroom with the werewolf in question.
Explaining to Derek that they were there to rescue him had gone over predictably well, so Stiles had resorted to banging on the door and yelling. He'd just reached the part about kidnapping a sheriff's son, yea, didn't know that did you assholes, when he finally got a response.
"We know everything about your ragtag little pack, Mieczysław" a voice called pointedly through the door "your father doesn't scare us, he has no jurisdiction here, and nor does Agent McCall."
Technically true, he supposed, though Stiles is pretty sure the FBI can do something about kidnapped American teenagers, even in Mexico...if they know it's happened, which neither his dad nor Scott's did.
"Oh well done, you know my name, I'm suitably terrified." He shot back with venomous sarcasm, but he did retreat from the door and kick a wall in frustration. All it did was hurt his foot and he glared at it, offended.
"You know, you could try to be some help here." He snapped at Derek
So of course their cunning plan to rescue Derek had ended up with Stiles locked up in a bathroom with no idea where the rest of his friends were. But hey, at least he'd found Derek... because he'd been thrown in said bathroom with the werewolf in question.
Explaining to Derek that they were there to rescue him had gone over predictably well, so Stiles had resorted to banging on the door and yelling. He'd just reached the part about kidnapping a sheriff's son, yea, didn't know that did you assholes, when he finally got a response.
"We know everything about your ragtag little pack, Mieczysław" a voice called pointedly through the door "your father doesn't scare us, he has no jurisdiction here, and nor does Agent McCall."
Technically true, he supposed, though Stiles is pretty sure the FBI can do something about kidnapped American teenagers, even in Mexico...if they know it's happened, which neither his dad nor Scott's did.
"Oh well done, you know my name, I'm suitably terrified." He shot back with venomous sarcasm, but he did retreat from the door and kick a wall in frustration. All it did was hurt his foot and he glared at it, offended.
"You know, you could try to be some help here." He snapped at Derek
