canon au } { post-6:11: said the spider to the fly

[fadingspark]

Shelby: ... Am I babysitting or is he actually a recruit?

McCall: A recruit with a bad habit of being on time.

Stiles: In my defense there was traffic and it's not my fault there was a dead body in the road.

Shelby: Uh-huh. But see, my question is that every recruit worth his salt should be able to find his way out of zip ties no problem. If you're suggesting I use them, that kind of implies I'm babysitting.

McCall: You telling me you can't be creative with them?

Stiles: [looks between them because what is going on here]

Shelby: Oh, I can. I just want to make sure he's aware of the high expectations. [then she smirks] Maybe I should give him a test drive, just to be on the safe side.

McCall: Just make sure you put him back together when you're done.

Stiles: If you two want a room I can just go Oooooow [as McCall's grip on his shoulder gets tighter]

Shelby: [she laughs] Uh, that would be a no. [and she'll reach for Stiles' other shoulder and pull him to towards the classroom] I think we'll take it from here.

McCall: Behave.

Stiles: I'm a perfect angel.

McCall: You haven't been an angel since you learned to talk.

Stiles: [goes to make a comeback, but no, he really can't debate that]

Shelby: [and she will lead him inside where the recruits are seated in a circle around a circular stage. there, a middle eastern woman is standing on top of it, basically taking attendance next to a chair. Shelby just leads him past the class however, to the chair, and sits him down on it]

Nima: [glances back to her] We have a volunteer?

Shelby: Of sorts. You want to do the honors.

Nima: [smirks before moving to ... ziptie Stiles to the chair as promised]

Shelby: [meanwhile, Shelby moves to the front of the class] Okay. My name is Special Agent Shelby Wyatt. If that name means something to you, raise your hand.

Stiles: Seriously? [and he's going to just look at the chair because the fastest way is to, of course, just fall backwards and break the chair. But that only works on wood]

Nima: [yep, this chair is not wood, and she's zip tying wrists and ankles]

Shelby: [a bunch of hands shoot up in the front of the room and Shelby picks one of them]

Suck Up #1: You were one of the agents who investigated both the battle of New York and the investigation into the Speaker of the House who turned out to be selling state secrets.

Shelby: Good. Anyone else know something not that? [the amount of hands raised gets cut in half]

Stiles: [and he's going to look at the chair design and then at Nima] You good?

Nima: Have at it.

Recruit: [when Shelby calls on them] Are you kidnapping some dude?

Shelby: [smirks] No. He's a fellow recruit, just like you. Agents need to be prepared for anything, so we're seeing how prepared he is. Anyone else want to answer my question?

Suck Up #2: You're the primary shareholder of McGregor Wyatt.

Shelby: Excellent. Anything else?

Stiles: [and he is going to test the bonds a bit, but the amount of time a. his dad has handcuffed him to something, b. someone at school has tied him to something and c. that one time with Cora... oh that was a nice moment. Wait, no he needs to focus on getting out. Which with zip ties are easy because the lock is the weakest point so he's just going to act uninterested in escaping, paying attention to Shelby while his wrists just slowly rotate the zip ties around until they have the edge of the bottom of the chair arms under it. Same thing with his ankles to get them under the edge of the plastic legs.]

Caleb: [from the back of the classroom, where he had planted himself] Didn't you sleep with your boss, who also happened to be the father of your boyfriend at the time, who also happened to be the husband of the vice president of the United States?

Shelby: [sighs before looking up to him] Thank you, Caleb.

Caleb: Anytime.

Shelby: [she rolls her eyes before holding up her fingers] Okay. You have three points of information - decorated agent, technology titan, adulterer. If you were looking at those qualities to build a profile, what would they tell you about me? [she glances back over her shoulder] You're free to answer too, Stiles.

Stiles: [rubbing his freed wrists as she looks back at him, smiling] Sounds to me like you're someone who does what she needs to in an effort to gain the information you need for your mission. And you're good at it.

Shelby: [she smirks. she likes you already] Dedicated. Who else?

Recruit: Lack of impulse control?

Nima: [laughs] I wonder what gave that away.

Recruit: [another one, speaking up] A multitasker?

Shelby: [she shrugs] Sometimes.

Stiles: And probably really good in bed. No offense, but he's still here willing to work with you.

Caleb: Her abilities in the sack have nothing to do with it. [he gets up from his seat and makes his way down to the front] When your mom is the president and tells you that you can't just hang out at Berkeley and smoke pot, you need to get a real job, you kinda have to do as she says. [he reaches the front of the room and waves] Hi there. Caleb Haas. I was once you, before I ceased to give a shit.

Stiles: Pot at Berkley? I probably know your dealer. [smirks, and look, his feet are free and he's standing up to hold out his hand for a handshake] Stiles Stilinski.

Caleb: [shakes his hand] Not bad. I think he beat Alex's time.

Nima: Alex always had to struggle and yell first. Have a seat, Stiles. [and while he does that, the three of them move to take seats in the front of the room] I'm Special Agent Nima Amin. I also was part of the Grand Central Bombing case, as well as uncovering the conspiracy against President Haas involving the Speaker of the House.

Shelby: And odds are, your career is not going to be as exciting as ours. If you're lucky, you'll get a desk in a city with enough cases to keep you busy and enough time to still have a life. But we didn't exactly come into our first day of Quantico expecting what we got either, so we're here to help you prepare for it.

Caleb: These two are going to be your instructors. For the purpose of this session, I'm going to be your cautionary tale. If you have questions, now's the time to ask them.

Stiles: What keeps you guys here? I mean, yeah loving the country and the desire to keep it safe aside - you can do that anywhere. Why here, especially after everything you guys say you've gone through?

Caleb: Oh, I'm not. As I said, cautionary tale. I'm the guy who washed out in the worst way.

Stiles: And yet you're still here to be that tale, and not back at a desk in Berkley smoking pot on your lunch break.

Caleb: I'm not on a desk. I'm a student. And my mom's the president.

Shelby: Caleb aside, Nima and I are still here because we believe in the agency we're a part of and we want to leave it better than we found it.

Nima: Both the Grand Central bombing and the incident with President Haas began because the enemy was able to infiltrate both the FBI and the CIA at the ground level. With you, sitting in this room, or the recruits out on the Farm. Shelby and I want to limit those instances from happening again.

Shelby: And who knows? Maybe the next Alex Parrish is sitting right here in this room.

Stiles: [just nods. He'll probably spend the rest of the session being quiet and listening, but his eyes tend to travel around the room, trying to take everything in, including the other recruits around him]

Recruit: [and the other recruits ask a lot of questions, ending with:] Is someone going to get tied to a chair every session?

Shelby: [laughs] No. But we do intend to keep things interesting and keep you on your toes. So as we said, be ready for anything.

Stiles: Great, sounds just like I'm back home.

Shelby: [shrugs with a smirk] Anyway. You're dismissed for now. Feel free to head back to your dorms to settle in, and get to know your fellow recruits. We'll start for real first thing in the morning.

Stiles: [and thankfully McCall left his bag by the door they had entered in, so he is going to go over and get it] Interesting first day...

Shelby: Yeah, but you didn't freak out as much as you could have.

Stiles: Hilariously enough? Wasn't my first time in zip ties. Probably won't be my last.

Shelby: Definitely not if what McCall claims about you is true.

Stiles: My best friend is his son. We have a very long and complicated history. McCall, not me and Scott.

Shelby: He certainly thinks highly of you if he recommended you for our program.

Stiles: Does the file on me that doesn't exist tell you about why he thinks that?

Shelby: [she shakes her head] I don't have access to that kind of stuff. Just some psychological assessments and work history. [she moves to lean against the door frame] Smart, resourceful and cool under pressure is basically the FBI starter pack, and thinking outside the box doesn't hurt. But honestly, once you walked through those doors with me, none of that mattered anymore. What matters now is what you do with your time here. What happened back home isn't going to save you unless you use it.

Stiles: Yeah, well the Beacon Hills pretraining program is kinda unique. We don't have boxes to think in.

Shelby: Good. [she reaches out to pat him on the shoulder when Nima calls her over] Don't let that change here.

Stiles: [he nods and watches her go, then heads off to figure out where the dorms are] Pretty sure it's in my blood at this point.

Aaron: [and settling in with all of his stuff, talking to someone on speaker because Stiles wasn't there] It's six weeks, Bess, I think you can survive.

Bess: Of course I can survive. It's Jessie that I'm worried about.

Aaron: Jessie is in rehab, and if that changes before I get back you call me ASAP.

Bess: Why are you making me be the responsible one?

Stiles: [finds the room and knocks as he goes to enter, waving but not speaking since he's got the phone on]

Aaron: [glances back over his shoulder and ... huh. that's an aura] Hey, Bess, I gotta go. Keep an eye on Jessie for me. I'll see you in a few weeks.

Bess: [blows a raspberry] Don't die. [and she hangs up]

Aaron: [takes a deep breath] Sorry. She's not used to having to be an adult.

Stiles: I know the feeling. [smirks] I'm Stiles, or I guess zip tie guy?

Aaron: Aaron Wilkinson. [and he'll make his way closer to shake Stiles' hand while closing the door at the same time] And uh - I don't mean to be rude, but I figure I'd better put it out there ahead of time - I'm a paladin.

Stiles: [blinks] So you're warning me in advance that you're lawful stupid?

Aaron: [his brow furrows a bit] Are you not magical? Because your aura is telling a whole different story.

Stiles: Oh, I thought you were talking about the D&D alignment. [tilts his head] You can see my aura?

Aaron: Yeah. Yours is weird, but it's definitely not mundane. [he moves further into the room and goes to sit on his bed]

Stiles: [laughs and tosses his bag onto the spare bed] Yeah, it's a long story. Very long, very confusing, and not a story to be told sober. But technically I'm human, but I've got some bonus features.

Aaron: Uh-huh. [that sounds fake but okay] Do you know what a paladin is?

Stiles: Only in the D&D terms. Some kind of knight, I'm assuming.

Aaron: We were, way back when. We basically live on the fringes of magic. We don't have a whole lot of magic, but the one thing we can do is bind an incredibly powerful force. We act as magical law enforcement, and make sure the mundane either doesn't discover us or is protected from us. It goes all the way back to the beginning, but we only got our names after Charlemagne. Magic and Christianity didn't mix at the time which is kinda bullshit considering Jesus was divine which is inherently magical.

Stiles: I'm surprised you don't have a home office in Beacon Hills.

Aaron: You're from Beacon Hills?

Stiles: Yup.

Aaron: Now it makes sense. But yeah, Beacon Hills has been quiet for a long time. The Hales were there forever and when they weren't, the Nematon was dead. There was no need for a paladin. [a beat] And now you have a hellhound.

Stiles: And the Hales came back, and the nematon kinda got a boost of energy and let's just sum things up with lots of bad things.

Aaron: Yeah. I don't know, man, it's not like we're connected, and Miami had enough bullshit for me to deal with. Do you really want some outsider coming in to tell you how to run your shit at this point?

Stiles: [flops on his bed and laughs] Pretty sure we were making shit up as we went, and we're just too stubborn to give up and die. Well, die and stay dead.

Aaron: [snorts] Well, if you really want him I could call the guy who trained me. Jude doesn't get to kick ass as much as he used to.

Stiles: Well, for the next six weeks I'm here so he'll just have to cool his heels a bit longer. Though I'll keep that in mind for the next season of As the Nematon Turns.

Aaron: [smirks] Just give me a good head start. He'll have to sober up a bit.

Stiles: Will do. [and he will pull his cell phone out to quickly text Scott that his dad is still a dick, and then to Cora to let her know he's settled in and misses her but will be semi out of pocket for six weeks.]

Cora: Everything okay?

Stiles: Yup. Agent Asshole brought me in and told the instructor to zip tie me to a chair. Which they did.

Cora: You got out of 'em, right?

Stiles: Of course I did. You see how many times Dad tries to use those on me? Though I did get to thinking about that one time. 😉

Cora: [totally blushing behind her phone, why are you doing this to her] Yeah, I remember.

Stiles: I probably would have gotten out faster if that hadn't distracted me. But yeah. I may have set a new record. Not sure if my dad will be proud of that or not lol

Cora: I'm sure he'd proud when it saves your life somewhere down the line.

Stiles: Yeah, I'm sure. [shifts on his bed and then yawns] Alright, I think I need to take a nap. Just wanted to let you know I was here.

Cora: Okay. Good luck. I'll talk to you later.

Stiles: [and he will put the phone on the side table and look at his unpacked bag under his feet, then at Aaron] I'm exhausted, man. Would it put you out if I grabbed a quick nap?

Aaron: [shakes his head] Nope. I was going to go for a run anyway. Want me to bring you anything back?

Stiles: Nah, but thanks. I probably should figure out where everything is later so I don't starve to death. [smirks]

Aaron: [smirks] Alright. See you later.

Stiles: [and he's going to curl up on his side and pretty much pass out since he hasn't been keeping a normal sleep schedule in months and trying to come back from that is hard]

Aaron: [true story. And he'll go for a run, scope the perimeter, place a few magical alarms just to be on the safe side, and just generally "settle in" in his own way]

Stiles: [and he will still be sound asleep, jaw open and probably drooling on his arm when Aaron returns. The mighty magician, right?]

Aaron: [snorts before going over to flop back on the bed and read for a bit]

Stiles: [and eventually he will mumble as he goes to wake back up] Hey.

Aaron: Hey. There's a kitchen downstairs if you're looking for something to eat.

Stiles: Probably a good idea. That and a shower. [yawns and stretches]

Aaron: [nods as he flips the page] Morning workouts start at six am.

Stiles: Yeah, I'm usually still up then. I just need to readjust to living like a normal person and not a nocturnal one.

Aaron: Good luck. I did night shifts when I was working as a cop in New York, and switching back to daytime hours after that was a pain in the ass.

Stiles: [well that got his interest] You're NYPD?

Aaron: I was, for a little while yeah. Moved up there from Miami when I was eighteen.

Stiles: And now you're here. [nods] My dad's the sheriff, back in Beacon Hills.

Aaron: Ahh. Cool, cool. For me, becoming a cop was the easiest way to do what I do without drawing too much attention to myself. Worked pretty well, too.

Stiles: I'm still in that whole place of trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

Aaron: So you decided to come to Quantico?

Stiles: [laughs, rubbing his neck] Actually, it was suggested that I go. My dad felt I had a talent, he called my friend's dad and he agreed and poof, time for you to join the real world, Stiles, get up to DC. Worse thing that could happen is I get cut out of the program.

Aaron: [he gives a small shrug] Fair enough. Good luck and godspeed, then?

Stiles: Same to you. Want anything from the kitchen?

Aaron: [shakes his head] I think I'm gonna step out and call a friend, then pass out. I'll see you in the morning for training.

Stiles: Alright. I'll try not to wake you up.

Aaron: [nods and reaches for his phone to call Jessie]

Stiles: [and he is going to go poke his head into the kitchen and see what's going on in there and what he can scrounge up for a meal]

Angie: [is totally doing yoga in the living room, and will mostly ignore Stiles until she hears the fridge open] I wouldn't go for the communal water. Pretty sure there's hallucinogens in it.

Stiles: [and his hand is going to hover there a moment] How do you figure that?

Angie: [she gives a small shrug] Mad scientist looking dude wandered in about an hour ago, only touched the water, but didn't actually drink any of it. Seemed a little out of it.

Stiles: Uh huh. [and he's going to pull one of the bottles out to see if the seal has been broken, then turn it upside-down to see if there were any holes in the top]

Angie: [doesn't actually see him doing this, her eyes are closed, but almost as though by a second sense] I meant the pitcher, man.

Stiles: Oh. Well, I learned never to drink from open containers anyway. [and he will start to close the door before] Wait... how did you do that?

Angie: The bottle makes a softer scuff sound than the pitcher does. And the water bottles are the first thing you see, so stands to reason that's what you'd reach for first. [and she opens her eyes as she finishes the last of her yoga routine]

Stiles: Uh huh. And you have good hearing. [and he's going to look for food now]

Angie: You never know what useless knowledge might come in handy. Or knowing our instructors, when you're going to be blindfolded and dumped somewhere and have to figure your way out.

Stiles: Well, been there done that. [thinks] Twice.

Angie: See? It's a practical skill.

Stiles: For a very improbable situation

Angie: If it's happened to you twice, I wouldn't call it improbable.

Stiles: Yeah, well it was different circumstances.

Angie: Sure.

Stiles: [sighs and closes the fridge] I guess if you miss dinner here, there's no leftovers.

Angie: Sorry. But there's a pizza place not too far that has permission to deliver.

Stiles: Thank Jesus. I think I have a few bucks in my account still.

Angie: [she goes to get a bottle of water before pointing to the side of the fridge] Menus are over there.

Stiles: [and he will go and] Ooh, they do subs too.

Angie: Have fun. I'm going to grab a shower.

Stiles: Thanks. Nice talking to you.

Angie: You too.

Stiles: [and he will be getting a meatball sub with fries, and will sneak into his room to get his wallet from his bag to go and wait for the delivery guy]

Angie: [and I'm out of random agents for him to run into so we can timeskip a bit?]

Stiles: [sure. Aaron will probably wake up to find Stiles meditating on the floor in front of his bed]

Aaron: [okay. cool. and he will grumble, stumble to the drawers to pull together some clothes and head to the showers]

Stiles: [and by the time he comes out Stiles wil be up and changed, lacing his shoes]

Aaron: Morning. [see, English.]

Stiles: Morning. Sleep well?

Aaron: [he nods] Once I'm out, I'm usually out.

Stiles: Cool. So I found a great pizza and sub shop that delivers.

Aaron: Nice. Gotta love some good pizza.

Stiles: I had a meatball sub and that was good.

Aaron: Cool. I'm still getting used to what people consider "good" pizza. When I got to New York I was quickly informed that it did not exist anywhere else.

Stiles: What I've learned in the last six months is that there are five styles of pizzas, and everyone has their favorite and believes you're a heathen if you disagree.

Aaron: Seems about right.

Stiles: [and he's up and stretching] We should probably get going.

Aaron: Yep. Time for the real fun to start.

Stiles: Here's to not dying on the first day [smirks]

Aaron: Fingers crossed. [and they'll make their way out of the room as Angie is coming out of hers]

Angie: Morning boys.

Stiles: Hey Angie.

Angie: Ready to fight some crime?

Aaron: [smirks] Some fake crime, anyway.

Stiles: As long as I'm not ziptied to a chair again, I'm down for it.

Angie: I don't think they're about to pull the same trick twice.

Stiles: True. It'll be worse next time.

Aaron: Stands to reason. [they approach the main room and see Shelby and Nima already at the front of the room] See you on the other side?

Stiles: I'll save a seat for you. [and he is going to find a chair that isn't in the front of the room]

Angie: [will go right to the front of the room, folding herself into one of the chairs, while Aaron situates himself somewhere in the middle and class begins! and we ... can handwave this because I don't remember a lot of the montages very well?]

Stiles: [neither do I but it'll be fun when they get to live arms practice and Stiles looks at the gun and laughs] You know, now one really ever wanted to give me a gun before...

Aaron: [pulls the hearing protection up over his ears and takes his gun with ease] Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Stiles: I think we're about to find out.. [puts his protection on as well, and he's seen his dad handle a gun more than enough times to know how to check it over and make sure it's ready to use, to take the safety off, and even how to position his body to aim it. He knows there's a kickback, and how to aim, and he's probably thinking about it all way too much that he'll be the last person to start firing]

Aaron: [Meanwhile Aaron steps up with the confidence of someone who's been using it since he was old enough to carry it and empties the whole clip into the paper target at the end. Some of them go a little wide as he is gaging the distance, but once he figures that out, pretty much all of them are right on target. He pauses to change mags and get a fresh target, when he glances over to see how Stiles is doing]

Stiles: [well, with a horrible 3 on that roll, at least he hasn't shot his eye out. But yeah, obviously someone who's never used a gun and as he finishes the clip, he is shaking his head] Guess they were all right.

Aaron: You just need practice, man. [steps over but still stays in the safety zone] Which hand is your dominant hand?

Stiles: Not sure six weeks is going to be long enough. [he doesn't need to change his target, but thanks for asking target man] My right.

Aaron: Okay. [and he'll take the gun and place it in Stiles' right hand] Your dominant hand is steadier, so that's going to be your trigger hand. Three fingers and thumb on the grip. Your trigger finger stays on the slide unless you're actually ready to shoot. Use your left hand - [and he'll reach for Stiles' left arm to bring it up] - to steady the shot and help you keep the gun up at your eyeline. You don't want to hunch because it limits your peripheral. Square your shoulders, for support and use the slide of the gun to guide the shot. If you're aiming for the chest and can see too much of his stomach above the slide, you're going to shoot low, so use that as a guide to tell you where the bullet's going to go.

Stiles: [and he listens, letting Aaron guide his hands and it's different from how his father does it, but it's not uncomfortable. He nods, and when Aaron is clear from him, he will try again and with a 12 he's at least hitting the target. Not going to kill the guy, but he'll be hobbling]

Aaron: [grins and claps him on the shoulder as he finishes] See? Better.

Stiles: [smiles, looking up at the target] Yeah, that felt a lot better. Thanks, Aaron.

Aaron: No problem. [and he'll go back to his stall to take another round with his target]

Stiles: [and his next few rounds are still probably bottom of the class shooting, at least it's not the worst ever]

Aaron: [eh, well, he'll get better. he's not the only one in there without law enforcement experience - a few of the likely analysts are around his level too]

Stiles: [and how he survived the physical part of the day with the running and jumping and climbing is beyond anyone's guess]

Aaron: [so do Aaron and Angie basically find him collapsed on the floor of their room at the end of the day after barely managing to keep it together in front of the instructors?]

Stiles: [pretty much, on his back, having sweat through his clothing and breathing like he can't fill his lungs]

Angie: Oh, sweetie. [she is also sweaty but she's in better shape apparently, and she'll reach forward to try and sit him up] You're not going to catch your breath that way, you gotta sit up.

Stiles: [and he will sit up, holding onto his legs] I knew I shouldn't have stopped playing lacrosse senior year.

Angie: [she laughs] It'll come back. Just take some deep breaths, really let your lungs fill.

Stiles: [and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing like he does when he meditates] I think Agent McCall is finally getting his revenge against me.

Angie: Agent who?

Stiles: Agent Raphael McCall. He's the guy who walked me in yesterday. Also known as my best friend's father.

Aaron: What is he getting revenge for, exactly?

Stiles: Probably the amount of shade and crap I've thrown at him for 18 years.

Angie: [she laughs] That must have been some kind of shade.

Stiles: And it was all deserved. mostly. I may have enjoyed it a bit too much. [smirking]

Angie: [shakes her head] C'mon. Let's get you some electrolytes.

Stiles: Just be warned, I probably stink. I think I lost ten pounds in sweat.

Angie: [she laughs] Don't worry. We'll get you some smart water and then dump you in the shower.

Stiles: I'm down with this plan.

Angie: [and off they will go to do just that, while Aaron takes the opportunity to shower first]

Stiles: [looks over at Angie as he's drinking his Gatorade] So what's your story?

Angie: [she shrugs] You ever heard of Malone Petroleum and/or the Benjamin Malone Memorial Fund for Neurological Preservation and Study?

Stiles: Yeah, I have. My dad applied for the fund when my mom got sick.

Angie: Oh! That's my dad.

Stiles: Your dad is Benjamin Malone?

Angie: Yep.

Stiles: [and he gives her a small smile] Sorry for your loss. I know how that goes.

Angie: [she shrugs] We actually got lucky and had him for a long time. Other people have had it worse. Anyway, my mom runs the foundation, my grandmother runs the oil company and they're both disappointed because none of his descendants have an interest in running either part of the family businesses - though Val may wind up back at the foundation if/when she actually gets married though.

Stiles: And they think you've gone off to play cops and robbers and should be more interested in the family business?

Angie: Well, Val is already playing cops and robbers, but she's doing white collar accounting and fraud which is fairly low risk. They don't trust me to not be low risk. And my younger brother is just nabbed a cushy residency at the NYPD morgue and has no desire to work on actual living patients.

Stiles: Well, at least they can't really say that you guys aren't making a difference in the world in your own way.

Angie: More or less. I think my mom would just prefer that I make a difference without being shot at.

Stiles: Technically you can be shot at anywhere. It's just an odds of being shot at that are different.

Angie: I tried that point with her, she still wasn't convinced.

Stiles: She'll come around, I'm sure. After a while.

Angie: And maybe a few drinks.

Stiles: And one of your siblings giving her a grandkid?

Angie: Probably. [snorts] My sister's potential father-in-law is also harping on the whole grandchildren thing, so ... who knows? She'll either give in or let her ovaries turn to dust out of spite.

Stiles: [laughs] i don't think they turn to dust, but I get the picture.

Angie: Oh, Val would make it happen by force of will.

Stiles: She would be a force to be reckoned with.

Angie: She already is, the control freak.

Stiles: I should introduce her to my friend Lydia. They'd either kill each other or take over the world.

Angie: It would certainly be fun to watch.

Stiles: From outside the shockwave distance.

Angie: [she nods] Of course. All proper safety procedures will be taken.

Stiles: [and he grins. Yeah, he's going to like his classmates, that's for sure. He'll finish his Gatorade] Alright, time to hit the showers.

Angie: Good. I'll probably do the same and then crash. See you tomorrow?

Stiles: Sure thing. And thanks, for looking after me.

Angie: Course. Teamwork makes the dream work. [and with a fistpump, Angie out]

Stiles: [and he's going to go and find a shower, and then skip the evening meditation and pass out]

Aaron: [and things will continue in this fashion for a few weeks?]

Stiles: [pretty much, but getting harder and to everyone's surprise Stiles manages to keep up, and the scrawny beanpole transforms to an actual buff looking human after a few weeks]

Aaron: [and Aaron and Angie manage to help him but still make the cuts on their stuff which probably pisses people off but whatever. Angie also probably teaches him yoga for meditation AND exercise. Time management for the win.]

Stiles: [people aren't going to recognize Stiles anymore when they see him again]