canon au } { post-608: blitzkrieg

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Buffy: That was not part of the plan.

Peter: Malia and Scott were in danger. Better me than them.

Stiles: [facepalm] This is why you guys need me. You need me to make the plans.

Buffy: Hey. My plan is perfectly solid.

Laura: It better be. [totally watching Parrish from where she's standing. they haven't let the nazi in on who she is to Parrish yet, for good reason]

Stiles: So someone want to get me caught up on who our new overlord is? [nods at the guy pulling Parrish's leash]

Laura: That would be the alpha that the Dread Doctors was keeping prisoner in their lab. [makes a face] Though I don't think he's all wolf.

Mason: He's not. He's a Lowenmensch

Stiles: .... A what?

Mason: Half wolf, half lion.

Stiles: ..... So he's a cat/dog.

Laura: Oh gross. That explains the pineal glands.

Stiles: Pineal glands?

Laura: There was a run of bodies where the pineal glands were stolen. Lowenmensch can steal the powers of other shifters - and apparently ghost riders - that way.

Stiles: ..... Seriously I go away for a few weeks from reality and the whole town goes to hell.

Laura: Shut up, Stiles. We're here to get you out of here, remember?

Stiles: Yeah, but just how are we going to do that?

Peter: I'm not getting burned up again.

Buffy: No you're not. First things first, we need to get Parrish back. Which will probably be easier said than done, but that's why we need Laura. She's the only one of us other than Lydia who's actually talked to the hound part, and not just the boy part.

Stiles: So Cat/Dog loses his guard dog. Then what?

Buffy: Then me, Faith, Lindsay and Maria take some Slayer-style revenge that's been ninety years in the making, and Parrish gets us back home.

Stiles: Um, not to doubt you ladies... but there's a few dozen of them, four of you. What's to keep them from just hitting you with a bullet or whip and just removing you from complete existence?

Buffy: Two Winchesters, two Hales, a handful of werewolves, the entire Beacon Hills sheriff's department and this. [and she'll hold up the scythe because no one ever said they couldn't take weapons with them] And, I'm willing to bet the riders don't want him anymore than we do.

Argent: And I'm not all that useless either. [because he has his two pistols and shotgun]

Mason: I'm just going to stand over against the wall of people who are useless.

Buffy: [turns around, surprised but pleased] Oh hey! I didn't realize they got you guys too.

Stiles: Yeah. I think I see everyone here but Scott, Malia, Lydia, Liam, and my Dad.

Mason: [looks at Hayden. Nope, not telling him about Theo]

Hayden: [nope, she's not saying anything either]

Buffy: Yeah. Derek and Dawn took Cora to Berkeley.

Stiles: [softens] How is she?

Buffy: [she takes a deep breath] She doesn't want to remember you in case you don't come back, so she doesn't have to grieve another person she's lost. [harsh? maybe. but she needs Stiles' head in the game.]

Stiles: [and he actually stumbles back, looking over at Laura and then Peter: You said you would...

Peter: It's still her choice, Stiles. I gave her your wallet, and Scott the keys. But I can't force them to remember.

Buffy: Scott remembered. But she's ... she's not in a good place, Stiles. We couldn't force her into something that was going to cause her more pain.

Stiles: [nods] Um... okay. I just need... [and he's going to step away a moment]

Buffy: [nods and lets him go, giving him space to process that. he was going to need it]

Peter: He'll get his head together.

Buffy: [she nods] I know he will. Right now, we need to get the lay of the land. Maybe see if we can get the riders on our side.

Peter: Not sure that's going to work.

Buffy: He killed one of their own and stole their power. And now he just wants to control them? That's gotta rile them, at least a little bit.

Peter: Oh, I'm sure. But that doesn't mean they will side with us.

Buffy: [shrugs slightly as she scans the room] Never know until we try.

Peter: You know how to speak to them? Pretty sure Parrish is going to be hard to convince.

Buffy: [she glances to Laura, and Laura is still watching Parrish trying to figure out how she's going to get to him] Not if we send the right person.

Peter: But you need to get her to Parrish while his nazi overlord is not near him.

Buffy: [considers for a moment] What do you know about the lay of the land?

Peter: It's a train station. The doors are fake portals that just lead back into the room. The tunnel there is the way out but that's where the guard dog and cat/dog are. The only other room is the radio room.

Buffy: [she pauses for a moment as she eyes the room] Do you think if there was a ruckus in here, he might leave the dog to guard the door and come in here to deal with it himself?

Ben: You want a ruckus? [because obviously this is a job for the Winchesters]

Peter: Yeah, but he's also got a whip, so safe to say that's going to be a problem.

Argent: We don't have the items here to cure anyone who gets poisoned.

Peter: If they don't just vanish first.

Buffy: Well, this is their plane of existence. How do we know it just won't hurt like a bitch?

Argent: Not sure it's a risk you want to take right now. Trust me, I've been on the poisoned end of the spectrum.

Buffy: Okay, fair enough. [there's a beat] He's probably going to come in here to gloat eventually, right? Maybe that'll be our opportunity.

Ben: Sorry, I've only got a fifth grade education. Do Nazi's gloat?

Buffy: Most big bads at least like to monologue.

Ben: Fair enough. So we wait for a monologue, someone gets the whip, Laura gets the hellhound, and then we start punching things.

Buffy: Sounds like a plan to me. Let's fill everyone else in.

Stiles: [and cue a sudden blue glowy light near Stiles, who turns and squints into it] Dad? [and he starts to take a step to it and the light just impodes and Stiles is tossed across the room]

Buffy: Oh god, flying teenager.

Melissa: [spins and darts over when he lands. She doesn't have the reflexes to catch him but she can at least be a nurse in his general direction] Stiles?

Stiles: [groans, because fuck that hurt]

Peter: [skids up beside her, worried] I swear Stiles if you start turning into green gas...

Melissa: [gently examines him, before shaking her head] It's not. He's not incinerating.

Stiles: [looks up at Peter, then Melissa] I saw my Dad.

Melissa: Noah? When? How?

Stiles: I don't know. I was standing there trying to focus and this light just appeared next to me and it was my room... or what used to be and he was standing there and turned around to look at me. And when I tried to get to him... bam.

Melissa: [her head tips to the side before she glances up to Peter - because as much as she loathes speaking with him, he understands these things] Stiles doesn't have a room in the sheriff's house. Or at least he didn't after he went missing.

Stiles: What? What do you mean I don't have a room? [tries to sit up]

Peter: Cora was still living at the Sheriff's, but I didn't go there to look and see what it looked like.

Melissa: It was just a guest room, there wasn't anything personal to it. [Melissa turns to face him again] Stiles, focus. Are you sure it was your room?

Stiles: It was my Dad, and he was crying. I know it was him.

Melissa: That's not what I asked you, Stiles, I asked you about the room.

Stiles: It was my bed. My murder board. The red yarn... it was my room, but almost like it was half gone.

Melissa: [and back to Peter] How could his room just have ... reconstituted itself out of nowhere?

Peter: Lydia had talked to him about Stiles, trying to make him believe. Scott had too. Maybe if he was strong enough, he could summon parts of Stiles back too.

Melissa: So maybe the people in Beacon Hills remembering us is how we get out of here.

Peter: [stands up and looks around the train station and how packed it was] There's not really a lot of Beacon Hills left there.

Melissa: Scott's there. So is Malia and Noah and Liam.

Mason: And Lydia and Theo.

Stiles: [blinks] Melissa, I think I have a concussion because I swear Mason just said that Theo was back in Beacon Hills.

Melissa: He's currently locked in a jail cell, don't worry.

Stiles: He's supposed to be in Hell. Who thought that was a good idea?

Peter: Malia said it was Liam.

Stiles: I'm going to kill that little shit.

Melissa: You can't kill him if we don't get home. [and she's turning her attention back to Stiles] You ready to help us do that?

Stiles: Yeah, let's do this.

Melissa: Good boy. We do have a plan, right?

Stiles: [thinks, rolling his tongue along his lips, fingers tapping his leg a moment] Yeah, we got a plan. [and he goes to walk over to Liv]

Olivia: [just watching everything like a hawk and looks over at Stiles when she sees him] What's up?

Stiles: Time to trash the place.

Olivia: [just grins] I was hoping you'd say that.

Stiles: Use it as a way to get the Riders back, but keep the Nazi, the Hellhound, and the Riders all separated. Buffy, you and your girls take the Riders. Laura, get your man back. Peter, Argent, Ben - help Liv, then go hunt Nazis.

Mason: What about us?

Stiles: I'm going to get you and Melissa into the radio room. Between the jeep and my Dad's car, one of the scanners has to pick us up and you have to reach him.

Melissa: This does not sound easy at all.

Stiles: I didn't say it was easy. Just that it's a plan.

Ben: And honestly, it's actually a good one.

Stiles: [holds his hands out at Ben in a SEE?! motion]

Melissa: [holds up her hands before nodding] Alright. We'll do our best.