"This sucks," I sigh as I lean my head back into the wall, closing my eyes briefly to try and process what has happened in the past 24 hours. Never in my life have I wanted to go home and just take a nice long nap and pretend nothing even happened.
 
I feel Allison's hand brush over my own. "It'll be okay. They can't charge us or anything like that. After all, they don't have proof we actually broke in."

"I hope not." I flick my eyes open again as I scan the police station, practically memorizing everything inside. After all, we've been sitting here for a good thirty minutes and not a single person has told us we could leave or even told us what was going on.

Allison looks out the nearby window, the moon reflecting onto the parking lot outside. "I just hope Derek and Scott can catch Boyd and Cora before it's too late. If they kill someone...it's on me."

I tighten my grip around her hand then, causing her to turn away from the window and look at me. "In no way, shape, or form would that be your fault. You saved their lives, and Deucalion was the one who did that to them in the first place. If I would have know about it I would have made the two of them leave the moment I laid my eyes on them."

Allison is silent for a moment, taking in what I said. "So...did Deucalion say why he wanted you? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

I gulp then, remembering that I hadn't told her about Jade or my ability yet. "About that..."

"Corey and Allison," I hear someone say, causing the two of us to look up and see the same officer that had taken us here. I tried to read his name tag, but the light glaring off of it made it almost impossible. "For breaking and entering-"

"We didn't break in," Allison fires back quickly, determined to get out of this in the less amount of trouble as possible. "We thought it would be a cool place to see--from the outside. We stayed in the car the whole time before you came."

He sighs. "Oh yes, I remember your make-out scene. If you stayed in the car, can you explain the bolt cutters I found right outside the door, next to the broken chain that was on the door?"

Allison chokes then, making it quite obvious that we had broken in. "That, uh--that wasn't us-"

"It doesn't matter," the man sighs, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "You both are getting off of the hook. Since there's not really any other physical proof and this is the first time I've seen you two in here, you're free to go. I just hope I don't see either of you in here again, got it? You'll have to call your parents to come pick you up."

My stomach knots at the last part. Allison looked over at me then, knowing that I was thinking the same thing she was. Things were about to get really weird if I had to call my parents--since I'm still technically dead to them.

"Sure officer," Allison says, taking control of the situation. "Thank you."

He nods his head once before turning and walking off the other way, back to doing whatever other work he had started. I gulp as I look back at Allison, whispering under my breath. "What am I supposed to do? I'm still technically a dead man."

"Maybe we can play it off as we're siblings?"

"Oh my God, Allison. He caught us kissing."

"Crap," Allison fades out, staring down at her shoes. I could see the gears spinning in her head, but nothing was coming up. We didn't have a plan, and I didn't know how I was supposed to get out of this one.

We didn't have much time to think before the same officer comes walking back over, this time papers in hand. He's eyebrows are furrowed as he stares down at them, stopping in front of the two of us. I knew then what this was going to be about.

"Allison Argent, correct?" he says as he looks down at her. She nods her head briefly as he flips pages, turning to me this time. "And you're Corey Ham, right?"

What can I say? When he asked for a last name I was hungry and thought of ham. "Yeah, that's correct."

He shakes his head. "Well, your name isn't in the system."

My jaw opens to say something, but I can't before Allison is for me. "Look, okay, he didn't know how to tell you this, but he's an orphan. He doesn't exactly have a last name."

The officer looks more confused than ever. "But he should still have a name where all of his background information is under."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you," I say, playing along with it. "My parents died when I was a year old. I was put in an orphanage before I could learn what my old last name was or who they even were."

"What was the name of your orphanage then?" he asks as I panic. I didn't know of any orphanages.

I bite my tongue slightly. "I forgot that too."

"You can't tell me you don't know," he says, catching onto us. "I know you know something and you're keeping it from me. I can keep you here until I know."

Allison scoffs from beside me before another man walks up, my heart lifting when I saw that it was Sheriff Stilinski. "Is there a problem over here, Conner?"

"These two aren't telling me the truth," he says. "They claim that he is an orphan and doesn't have a last name."

Sheriff Stilinski furrows his eyebrows. "Well, I know this one over here and I know she wouldn't like about something like that."

The officer, Conner, turns to face him. "Well everything they're saying isn't adding up. What do we do with him then if he doesn't have any parents to call?"

Allison pipes up. "He can just stay with me."

"We can't allow that," the officer says. "Not unless you get it approved by the government. Especially if he did come from an orphanage."

"You are the government..." I groan under my breath, none of them hearing it but Allison.

Allison sounds frustrated. "Then what is he supposed to do? Sleep on the streets?"

Sheriff Stilinski holds his hands out. "He can just stay at my place until we get this all sorted out."

Officer Conner looks at him. "What?"

"I'm the Sheriff, so I make the rules," he nods. "Plus I can keep an eye on him this way."

The officer looks more than hesitant, but he simply nods his head and goes on his way. Allison and I exchange looks before the Sheriff is nodding his head towards the door, indicating for me to follow.

"Come on, I'm sure Stiles will want to meet you."

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"Corey..." Stiles says, sitting on the edge of his bed. He was leaning forwards as he folded his hands, staring at me as if I just told him I was God. "Why does that name sound so familiar to me."

I'm speaking quickly. "Well actually it's a common name. But maybe you heard it in history class or something; after all, it is Gaelic."

Stiles narrows his eyes. "I sure hope you don't talk that fast normally."

I laugh, trying to lighten the air. "No, I just kind of feel awkward standing here in the doorway as you stare at me."

Stiles shakes his head then, realizing that he was doing just that. "Sorry--I've just had a lot on my mind lately; something you wouldn't want to know about."

"It's not about the new star wars movie coming, is it?" I say, remembering hearing Stiles say something when I was a ghost about it. I wanted to get him to like me--or at least to where this wasn't awkward as hell. I knew the best way to do that was to talk about the stuff he loves; the stuff I had learned when I was...inside him. I really need to think of another term to use.

His face lightens. "You watch Star Wars?"

"Who doesn't?" I laugh, but I've never seen a single movie in my life.

Stiles points at me as he makes a clicking sound. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

I laugh slightly with him before I hear someone walk up behind me, causing me to turn and see Sheriff Stilinski standing there. "I'm going to head out, Stiles. Duty calls."

"Did you really just say duty dad," Stiles fades out, raising an eyebrow.

The Sheriff shakes his head. "Go to bed, Stiles. And give Corey here a place to sleep too for Christ's sake. Don't just stare at him."

"We were conversating," Stiles says as he points to me and him back and forth. "That's what usually happens when people meet for the first time."

Stilinski groans before leaning closer to me so only I could hear him. "If he gets on your nerves just go get the bottle of water under the sink in the bathroom. He usually stops after a few sprays of water to the face."

I laugh slightly before I try to cover it up. "Thanks."

He nods before walking down the hall and down the stairs, leaving the house. Stiles rolls his eyes, probably because he heard his father, but it didn't matter. He stands then as he walks around me, practically yelling to me as he walked down the stairs.

"Come on, the couch is calling your name," he says as I follow after him, more than bummed to be sleeping on a couch again. I guess it's better than sleeping on the concrete flooring in the vault however. I have a feeling I'm going to be having a lot of back problems in the near future.

Stiles leads me into the living room as he throws a couple of blankets out for me. "I would give you the Star Wars one, but I paid too much money for that one. Here--just take the batman one."

I catch the blanket as he tosses it to me. "Thanks."

"Okay, I know I said you talked a lot earlier but now you're just being too quiet," Stiles sighs as he jokes around.

"Well, I don't have much to say."

Stiles turns and faces me again. "How come you don't want the police knowing about your last name? Is it bad or something? You're not like an agent or something and you have to keep everything classified-"

"No, Stiles," I laugh at him. "I'm not some type of secret agent."

"Dammit," he groans. "That would have been really sweet. What's the real reason then?"

I try to think of a million other answers, but come up short. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Trust me," Stiles scoffs, referring to the supernatural part of his life. "I'll believe anything by this point."

I couldn't hold it in any more. "Makes sense since your best friend is a werewolf."

Never in my life have a seen someone's face turn pale that fast at one little sentence. "What did you just say?"

I could tell that he felt threatened for some reason. "I just know a lot more than you think."

Stiles takes a step closer to me. "I swear to God if you're some type of monster that is going to kill me in my sleep, just know that I am very skilled with a bat-"

"I'm not going to kill you, oh my God," I shake my head. "You'd just have to hear it from Allison to hear the whole story."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Allison? What does she have to do with anything-"

Something clicks behind his eyes. "What?"

"Corey..." he fades out before he looks back in my eyes. "She's said that name a lot."

"It'll make more sense after she tells you," I assure. "Besides, it's not like you'd believe me anyways. I'm just a random stranger in your house that could be telling you lies, which I'm not."

Stiles never looked more frustrated and confused in his life. "I can't tell if you're good or not, and that terrifies me. But I do believe you have good intentions and since you're with Allison, you must be alright, right?"

It sounded more as if he was talking to himself out loud. I didn't get to answer him before his cell phone is ringing, causing him to press it to his ear as he answered it. I could only hear his side of the conversation, but he sounded frantic for some reason. He finally hangs up before he's snapping into motion, myself trailing behind him to figure out what was happening.

"Who was that?" I ask, not meaning to sound rude. "What's going on?"

Stiles shakes his head as he grabs his jacket. "It's Lydia; she found a dead body at the school pool."

My eyes widen. "What?"

Stiles turns and hands me another one of his spare jackets, his dark eyes showing what I was exactly thinking.

"Looks like there's another murderer in town."

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First of all, Stiles and Corey. Ngl from all of the fanfics I've read with DOB and Grant, I kinda ship them a little, but only for that reason. Allison and Corey are still OTP and always will be.

I tried to be a little funny this chapter...did I succeed? No? Okay. I'm not a very funny person.

But awe Charlie Carver came out today! His little thing on instagram was amazing and I'm happy for him. Everyone has his support and it makes me so happy like I can't even. Max is probably the cutest about it, ngl.

Dedicated to gustinisms for commenting and just being a straight up awesome person. KIKing you is hella fun (even though I suck at replying 99.9% of the time *sigh*) Check her stories out guys! <3

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