[He knows his son, though- at least now, he feels like he knows his son again. Getting to his feet, he rubs Stiles's hair and looks at Derek.]
...What exactly is going to be involved?
[The question was more than just that, and it spoke in his eyes; what did Jona need to do for his son? What happened to Scott? What was going to happen from now on?
[ The image of him and Laura in the police station after the fire is one that Derek doesn't like to remember, because it's just so clouded over-- he had tunnel vision on his sister, trying hard to keep herself together because she was older. She was the Alpha, after their parents' deaths and Peter's state. There was no one else but them, and all he could think of was how he'd caused it all.
He doesn't need to look to Stiles again, to know that there's a sudden change in his determination. But he doesn't bring it forward, simply pushes it aside for when it's the two of them again, and buries away the thoughts lingering in his mind about the first time he'd really spoken with Jona Stilinski. Instead, his body seems to shift of its own accord back into the spot he'd vacated, eyes still on the sheriff as he moves. ]
Melissa's known since the incident in the police station.
[ There's a need to answer this question first, to reassure Jona that their pack mother's been in the know for a while now. That she's had the support of the pack since her son's death. (Not that he needed to know about the wolves to know that, though. There's been at least one person coming and going at near constant from the McCall house since Scott died.) ]
As for what's going to be involved-- [ His attention shifts to Stiles, gently nudging him with his shoulder-- it's then that he realizes that he's moved, and he'll assess that later-- before tipping his head towards his father. ] --we should give him the bestiary, for starters.
[Before Stiles can actually explain what's going on, Derek makes the suggestion of the Bestiary, and Stiles nods, making a thoughtful noise as he reaches across the bed for his Mac, pulling out a small USB drive and pressing it into his dad's hand. It's not the original--the original is hidden somewhere under a rowan tree, away from prying eyes.
This is the one that has his and Lydia's translations on it. It's their baby, five months worth of lessons, musty old archaic Latin textbooks, immeasurable late nights. For every page he translated, Lydia translated five more, and they came together eventually, until they were working on getting the whole thing finished.]
So, yeah. The Beastiary's just what it sounds like. Not beastiality. [The fact that he says that automatically makes his heart twinge a little. Damn it, Scott.] It's a collection of knowledge passed down through the Argent family that we sort of stole. It's originally in Archaic Latin, but Lydia and I have been working on translating it--it's got pictures for everything we haven't done yet, too. It's basically our bible and our textbook all at once.
We don't know who or what's going to show up in Beacon Hills, but...if something does, we'll be ready. And I guess you will be too.
[Closing his hand around his dad's, he pulls back carefully. There's no one else he'd trust with that information. No one. Stiles leans back into his former spot, falling in next to Derek with ease. ]
The more up you are on things, the more you can help people that aren't involved--the more you can help us. Me.
[With a heavy sigh, Jona raises his brows for just a moment- of course Melissa knew. Of course she did, and knew how her baby died, and hadn't told anyone. He was going to have to thank Derek later- he knew about the steady stream of runaways that kept Melissa company.
Not only that, he knew now why they were runaways.
Isaac Lahey with his father's death and abuse, Erica Reyes and her epilepsy, and Vernon Boyd, described as lonely by his mother.
Of course they had run. On one hand, it seemed like a better life- on the other, however, it seemed like it was much more dangerous.]
I know what a beastiery is, Stiles, I was a teenager once- and when I was a teenager werewolves were limited to Dungeons and Dragons.
[He looks almost annoyed- but this is a lot to take in and to manage, after all.]
What can I do to help those kids? All four of you need a steady shelter. Somewhere you can go without... being in the danger Scott was.
[ A surprised yet amused snort manages to escape Derek at the Dungeons and Dragons comment, and his shoulders twitch a little in a silent laugh at the image of Sheriff Stilinski playing Dungeons and Dragons, taking down werewolves on an ironic level. It's a little hysterical, but he doesn't comment on it and instead moves on away from that thought, and onto the pack circling through houses. ]
We have a few locations that we utilize, but two of them aren't... exactly up to standards, currently. [ He doesn't need to tell Jona which they are, not when he can easily picture the burnt shell of his home for one of them. He doesn't expand on the addition of currently, keeping his secret of rebuilding the Hale house to himself and only himself for the time being. ]
Melissa has at least one of us around the house most days, if we can help it. Occasionally, we'll meet at Jackson's or Lydia's, but we don't actively stay there like we do anywhere else.
[ There's a beat, as if considering the full information. ]
[Oh thanks, Derek. Way to out him on that. He shoots Derek a look, then rolls his head to his dad again, not even getting the chance to properly enjoy that Dungeons and Dragons thing. He knew his dad was a nerd, he just didn't know the full extent of it.
Heh.
Anyway, he lifts up a hand at his dad, already feeling his Judging Stilinski Eyebrows(TM) from across the room where he's standing.]
Yeah, well, he goes through the window.
[...He's really not helping his own fate here.]
Look, we needed somewhere that didn't smell like actual death to spend time, and it was kind of a spur of the moment idea, and sometimes I even had a girl over, dad. Granted, it was because she needed someone to watch Grey's Anatomy with, but she totally sleeps in my bed on Mondays now when you have your late shift. And then Isaac came over here all the time because he was really close with Scott, and Boyd plays Xbox with me, and then Mister Ooh, I'm The Alpha comes over and invades my space like twenty four seven. Not--like that, that's a new development, and IIII'm just gonna stop talking about this now.
[ Slowly, Derek turns a flat stare towards Stiles as he begins rambling-- as if what he's talking about will make this sound any better. But he can't help the quiet huff of a laugh at what the sheriff says, and slowly turns his attention back to him. There's more than can be done, but they need to slowly work him into everything. They don't want him to drown in information, not with how much it is to take. ]
That's fine, sheriff. If there's anything in particular you want to know, you can ask, instead of having to read through it.
[ There's a slight tilt to his head, irises finally bleeding from red back into the sugar glass green stare he typically presents to everyone as he considers their options.
With a lack of staffing in the station, it's best to offer the idea. ]
We patrol a lot of Beacon Hills routinely. [ Mostly he does, honestly. ] It's off the books, but if you need backup or another pair of eyes, we'll be there. Even when you get the replacements you need.
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[He knows his son, though- at least now, he feels like he knows his son again. Getting to his feet, he rubs Stiles's hair and looks at Derek.]
...What exactly is going to be involved?
[The question was more than just that, and it spoke in his eyes; what did Jona need to do for his son? What happened to Scott? What was going to happen from now on?
...And then, another question comes to mind.]
...Does Melissa know?
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He doesn't need to look to Stiles again, to know that there's a sudden change in his determination. But he doesn't bring it forward, simply pushes it aside for when it's the two of them again, and buries away the thoughts lingering in his mind about the first time he'd really spoken with Jona Stilinski. Instead, his body seems to shift of its own accord back into the spot he'd vacated, eyes still on the sheriff as he moves. ]
Melissa's known since the incident in the police station.
[ There's a need to answer this question first, to reassure Jona that their pack mother's been in the know for a while now. That she's had the support of the pack since her son's death. (Not that he needed to know about the wolves to know that, though. There's been at least one person coming and going at near constant from the McCall house since Scott died.) ]
As for what's going to be involved-- [ His attention shifts to Stiles, gently nudging him with his shoulder-- it's then that he realizes that he's moved, and he'll assess that later-- before tipping his head towards his father. ] --we should give him the bestiary, for starters.
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This is the one that has his and Lydia's translations on it. It's their baby, five months worth of lessons, musty old archaic Latin textbooks, immeasurable late nights. For every page he translated, Lydia translated five more, and they came together eventually, until they were working on getting the whole thing finished.]
So, yeah. The Beastiary's just what it sounds like. Not beastiality. [The fact that he says that automatically makes his heart twinge a little. Damn it, Scott.] It's a collection of knowledge passed down through the Argent family that we sort of stole. It's originally in Archaic Latin, but Lydia and I have been working on translating it--it's got pictures for everything we haven't done yet, too. It's basically our bible and our textbook all at once.
We don't know who or what's going to show up in Beacon Hills, but...if something does, we'll be ready. And I guess you will be too.
[Closing his hand around his dad's, he pulls back carefully. There's no one else he'd trust with that information. No one. Stiles leans back into his former spot, falling in next to Derek with ease. ]
The more up you are on things, the more you can help people that aren't involved--the more you can help us. Me.
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Not only that, he knew now why they were runaways.
Isaac Lahey with his father's death and abuse, Erica Reyes and her epilepsy, and Vernon Boyd, described as lonely by his mother.
Of course they had run. On one hand, it seemed like a better life- on the other, however, it seemed like it was much more dangerous.]
I know what a beastiery is, Stiles, I was a teenager once- and when I was a teenager werewolves were limited to Dungeons and Dragons.
[He looks almost annoyed- but this is a lot to take in and to manage, after all.]
What can I do to help those kids? All four of you need a steady shelter. Somewhere you can go without... being in the danger Scott was.
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We have a few locations that we utilize, but two of them aren't... exactly up to standards, currently. [ He doesn't need to tell Jona which they are, not when he can easily picture the burnt shell of his home for one of them. He doesn't expand on the addition of currently, keeping his secret of rebuilding the Hale house to himself and only himself for the time being. ]
Melissa has at least one of us around the house most days, if we can help it. Occasionally, we'll meet at Jackson's or Lydia's, but we don't actively stay there like we do anywhere else.
[ There's a beat, as if considering the full information. ]
Stiles has a lot of us over when you're working.
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Heh.
Anyway, he lifts up a hand at his dad, already feeling his Judging Stilinski Eyebrows(TM) from across the room where he's standing.]
Yeah, well, he goes through the window.
[...He's really not helping his own fate here.]
Look, we needed somewhere that didn't smell like actual death to spend time, and it was kind of a spur of the moment idea, and sometimes I even had a girl over, dad. Granted, it was because she needed someone to watch Grey's Anatomy with, but she totally sleeps in my bed on Mondays now when you have your late shift. And then Isaac came over here all the time because he was really close with Scott, and Boyd plays Xbox with me, and then Mister Ooh, I'm The Alpha comes over and invades my space like twenty four seven. Not--like that, that's a new development, and IIII'm just gonna stop talking about this now.
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[Sighing, he pats his son's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.]
...If that's... all you need, I'll take a look at that when I can. And we can set up the couch sometimes.
[It's a lot to take in, but he's trying. He has to be here for his son, after all- and besides, it explains the deaths of his deputies.
As if he was really going to take a 16-year-old with one hand gun as a real explanation to why his hallways were stained with blood.
He rubs his temples before looking at Stiles, frowning.]
I can't guarantee I can look through that beastiery too quickly. We still haven't gotten much back in the way of replacements at the station.
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That's fine, sheriff. If there's anything in particular you want to know, you can ask, instead of having to read through it.
[ There's a slight tilt to his head, irises finally bleeding from red back into the sugar glass green stare he typically presents to everyone as he considers their options.
With a lack of staffing in the station, it's best to offer the idea. ]
We patrol a lot of Beacon Hills routinely. [ Mostly he does, honestly. ] It's off the books, but if you need backup or another pair of eyes, we'll be there. Even when you get the replacements you need.