** COMPLETED **
(This is a Lydia Martin GirlxGirl story)
Florence Clarke has lived all around the world with her adoptive family since her parents left her when she was young. And where her family goes, destruction tends to come with.
But one day...
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Chapter Fifty-Seven ⚡Memory Found⚡
At a crime scene, numerous police cruisers and an ambulance with flashing lights are parked as deputies mill around the scene. The radiator of a transport van that wrecked is hissing loudly as Stilinski walks over to it.
He runs his hands over the five long, parallel claw gashes in the paint of the van's hood and makes an exasperated face before walking over to the ambulance, where a deputy is in the middle of putting a brace on Stiles' injured fingers and hand. Looking exasperated, Stilinski wastes no time in demanding to know what is going on.
"What in the hell were you three thinking?" He asked making Florence turned to Scott and Stiles with raised eyebrows, "We were just trying to help." Scott said making Stilinski nod slightly. "Why don't you try and help me understand- what the hell happened here?" He asked.
"Right. Well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." Stiles said and Scott and Florence nodded, "Oh, yeah. Gently is definitely how I would describe it." She said sarcastically, smiling with Stiles shot her a look. "He was getting away?" Scott asked sheepishly and Stilinski nodded, "He got away."
"Right! Because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad!" Stiles said and Stilinski started leading them to the back of the van. "You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is? Hmmm?" Stilinski asks as he opens the doors to reveal that the back is full of large gas tanks and Stiles pursed his lips, "Critical life-saving medical equipment?"
"No."
"...Poison gas?"
"Nope!"
"...Filled with drugs...?"
"Helium." Stilinski said making Florence raise her eyebrows, "Helium?" She asked and he nodded making her sigh. "Well that was anti-climactic." She muttered.
A few minutes later the three of them were back in the jeep, Scott driving while Stiles sat in the passenger seat and Florence in the back, leaning forward with her arms on their seats. "This could be a good thing." Scott said making Stiles look over at him and scoff, "That we saved helium?" Stiles asked and Scott chuckled.
