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Team: Athene
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Unter Sock- für mich
Fandom: Teen Wolf (Head Canon AU)
Pairing: erst mal gar keins
Anmerkung: Bezieht sich auf eine Idee, die mir seit längerem im Kopf umherrschwirrt. Ich werd's wieder so aufziehen, wie Wino und ich vor 3(?) Jahren die Robin Hood AU gebastelt hatten, also Häppchenweise.
Pack-Bestückungs-bedingt liegt es etwa Anfang 3b, Kira und Scott sind frisch, Isaac und Allison eher establishes... gewürzt mit meiner üblichen Prise Sterek.
To enjoy in my most awesome english.
Wörter: 612


„And according to the School Inspector and the lack of further evidences that proof any interference of anybody else of you lot... “ the sheriff sighs into the dead silence around him and threw the paper, he was just reading from, back on the table, “only Stiles gets expelled from Beacon Hills High.” Like gripping for steadiness he leaned a little bit forward on both of his hand, wile turning his view at all the expecting faces in front of him.
Nobody responded. Some didn't even move. Like the awareness of the whole situation only caught in yet.
“There is no doubt about this.” he added, finally catching his own sons eyes.
Stiles didn't even bother to look back, only dropped his head on the broader shoulder behind him, letting fall the whole weight of this decision onto all of them.
And it weighed heavy. The whole pack sat huddled together in the small Stilinski kitchen, mostly in the laps or under each other, in shortage of enough chairs, with sunken heads and dropped eyes. All of them aware of the consequences they were presented with.
“But this isn't fair! We were all involved in that! Kind of.” He would have thanked Scott out loud for being the best friend his son could ever have – if he wasn't just that fed up like he already was.
“Yes, but only pieces of Stiles Jeep back light were found in the mess of destroyed gym. And since there were no witnesses, “ - “ it's just me and not you.” Stiles finished, facing back to his friends.
Even from the other side of the table he could sense Isaacs tension next to him or felt Allisons sad eyes vis-à-vis... saw Dereks tightening grip on Stiles' tight. They all knew what that meant. But nobody wanted to face it first.

“So... What are we gonna do?” Of course it was his son who asked.
“I already registered you at a new school.” he answered reluctant. “Unfortunately they became curious because of a change after beginning of senior year so I had to declare the situation.
“They agreed, but only on some conditions: So they want you to take a psychological test to” – he implied quotes – “ 'estimate your character'. Further you wont be allowed to take part in any gym related sports activities and have to take some extra classes for better school fixation. And...”
“And?” He felt the absolute tension in this one word, suspected like the peak of emotions of all people in their kitchen.
“You are expected to frequent the school psychologist twice a week.”
“What!?” “What kind of school is that?” It nearly warmed the sheriffs heart how the friends of his son were even more enraged than his offspring himself. And he understood every single outburst by heart.
Because it wasn't fair.
These kids defended Beacon Hills again from a foreign feral pack attack; saved several hundred lives by risking their own ones – only to get it rewarded with punishment.
He had done all he could, to hide evidences, to blur any leads as far as he could... But even his connections ended when federal officers became involved.
And they already made sure that he understood, that these punishments were only the attenuated version of the true estimated consequences.
In fact they even got of cheaply.
“The school isn't that bad in generally. They only have some really strict rule enforcement.” He would knew it. He made sure for that – even if only to convince the accuser.
“You start at Beacon Valley High.”