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[ this is probably the shittiest thing stiles has ever done but whatever sometimes a guy has to do what he has to do to protect his family. ]

Hey there, Miss Argent. It's Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Uh, I know we haven't spoken much, but I was wondering if I could talk to you about some stuff? Or text you. As the case may be. Some uh. Werewolf stuff.

[To say that she's instantly paranoid is putting it lightly. She doesn't want to think the worst. She'd had a pretty decent talk with Stiles, but she knows better. She knows this ship. She knows that people go missing and there are much bigger things on board that are a bigger risk than the werewolves.

Everyone knows this and so when someone from home, someone like Stiles who is the go-between, contacts her she doesn't want to think the worst.

But she does.]

What do you want, Stiles?

Jesus that's a long list. Uh. I want people to be safe. Which might be a foreign concept to you, I dunno. I wanna feel safe, but that's not happening on this ship. I wanna know how to defend myself and since I no longer have access to my good friend Google you're kinda my No. 1 resource.

What makes you think I don't want

[Nope. She deletes that part, then goes back to typing.]

There's security on the ship, Stiles. If you have a problem, I've been told they're good at helping.

I can't tell SEC, my dad's SEC. Come on, this is me all ready to make sure Peter Hale can't threaten people. You want revenge, right?

[Okay, so the kid has a point. Though... hold on.]

revenge for what?

Ripping your throat out, maybe?

[ there's a level of premeditation in this response, even if stiles could maybe plead that he didn't realize he's playing with matches in a room full of gasoline. ]

[She reads it.

Then again and frowns. They were going after he Alpha and Derek had been the Alpha when she got on board, but he hadn't been the Alpha when she had been back home.

He'd been at the Hale House.

The Alpha her and her brother had been tracking. Scott... and Derek and the only other link... is Peter.

She is sorry for the delay on her end, Stiles, but she's trying to piece it together. Albeit, she's only working on assumptions. And a few slips.

The Sheriff said she was dead.

Allison was awkward and didn't seem to understand where her apology had come from. Or what it was even referencing. As if she'd moved past it and had bigger things to worry about.

Her hands wring together as she paces the length of her room. The device resting on her bed, waiting for her reply.]

I didn't know that. I have that to look forward to if I ever get off this ship.

Wow, gee. Timelines are a bitch, huh. Believe me, I know. Do you need some time to process that?

[ he hopes the text means that seems genuine instead of sounding like the deep sarcasm with which he wrote it. ]

[Sadly, Stiles, the sarcasm sort of oozes off of the word 'gee'.]

What do you want, Stiles?

[ shucks. ]

We've covered this, keep up.

[ man, he started out really polite, too. ]

I'm caught up. Remember? I'm dead. You were the vague one. So I'll ask you one more time - what do you want?

[ie: give her a question or a list or something. she's not a Stiles mind-reader and, God, if she ever got that power she would lock herself up far, far away from him.]

I wanna be able to threaten a werewolf and have them back the hell off. I'd say "kill", but death, as you've probably just worked out, kinda meaningless around here.

[Stiles, you are making her really wonder about you.]

Aconit Napel Bleu Nordique. Tell them you have it.

Wolfsbane?

It's a rare form of wolfsbane. Different types, different effects. Some are easier to deal with. This is not one of those types. Quick results. Usually fatal.

[She says usually because she did shoot someone with it and no bodies turned up. Derek... silly werewolf.]

[ meanwhile stiles is having flashbacks to that time he nearly had to cut off derek's arm. meeeeeemories. ]

Ok. Thanks.

[That is one way of dealing with it!]

Stiles, did someone threaten you?

Nope! Can't a guy indulge in healthy curiosity about how to stop serial murderers?

[Hold on, there's some irony here somewhere...]

Aren't you already surrounded by people who can help you with this?

[She's pretty sure Derek made a big fuss about Kate 'Staying away from his pack.' Even if Stiles is a human, he lingers around the edge so much they should be just pushing him in.]

[ he's fully aware!! ]

Am I? Name one.

Derek.

[Because, let's be real, for all the stalking -ahem- research she does on this ship, she's not about to tell him who she knows about.]

Yeah no. That door is closed and locked. I mean at least with you I know you're always gonna pick me over Peter.

[This is true. Especially if what Stiles told her is true.]

True.

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