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"Lydia, stop jumping on the couch!" This was the first thing Sheriff Stilinski heard when walking through his front door, amongst a lot of other noise. "But there's a SPIDER on the floor!" Lydia screamed back at Peter.
Noah walked into the living room, bracing himself. He was right to do so, as he was greeted by the sight of Lydia, jumping on the couch, freaking out.
And apparently everyone else was too.
Liam was literally running in circles around the room.
Allison was trying to shoot the spider in question, swearing up and down the wall.
Isaac sat perched on the coffee table, eyes wide, watching the scene unfold.
And Noah's deputy, the hellhound, the man that was fine while being shot at, screaming at the top of his lungs, terrified, of a tiny spider.
Theo was somewhat calmer, but still cautiously watched the spiders’ movements.
Stiles, Derek, Scott, Malia and Peter were the only ones that looked composed. Stiles was trying to navigate his way through the chaos to smash the spider with a tissue in hand, while Peter was still attempting to get Lydia to stop jumping on the couch. While Derek looked like he would kill the next person who shouted.
In one quick move, Stiles jumped onto the spider and smashed it, while at the same time, Peter snapped, grabbing the resident banshee around the waist and lifting her off the couch, draping her over his shoulders and trying to pin her hands.
As soon as Stiles killed the spider, the room became around half as loud, as certain members of the group tried to look less panicked. After a moment of the relative quiet, the front door slammed. "Tara's here!" Stiles proclaimed, smiling.
The young woman in question walked into the living room and raised an eyebrow at the mess of, well, mess, and Supernaturals.
"Hey sheriff, how you doing?" the chimera asked Noah. "Well, I would be fine, but a bunch of crazy creatures are sitting in my living room, destroying it, and probably getting a noise complaint from my neighbors."
"Yeah, what the fuck's going on here? Ya'll were supposed to be ready to leave." Tara asked, looking at the assembled members of the pack.
"Leave?" Noah asked, "Where are you going?" "I-" Liam started answering, but Noah cut him off. "Hold on, do I even want to Know?" The concern was evident in his voice.
Stiles gave his father an appraising glance. "Dad, we're going to New Mexico to kill a vampire that's taken over a possessed Aztec temple and is threatening to kill every last were-creature." He deadpanned.
The look on Noah's face said he'd rather not have heard that. "Fine, I don't want to know anything else, just be back by Monday morning for school. Goodnight." And he promptly went upstairs.
"Alright everyone, I need to see everything in order so I can doublecheck that we have it all. So, Sit your asses down on the couch, in age order, Peter and Derek on the outsides." Everyone sat down as told, and Tara did a quick headcount, her brow furrowing as she re-counted.
"We're missing someone...Peter, Jordan, Allison, Scott, Theo, Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, Derek, Me. Who are we missing?" Just then, Theo yelped from his seat on the couch, and jumped up to reveal Liam, gasping, having been crushed by Theo's bodyweight for the last minute.
Tara rolled her eyes at her brother and her best friend. "Liam, get up and get the fuck over, in-between Lydia and Derek." Tara ordered. Liam followed her instructions and glared at his boyfriend, who at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"Alright. Stiles, Lydia, go and grab the fanny-packs please." Tara said. The two in question did as instructed and returned with the twelve bags. "People, non-people: Lydia, Stiles, and myself stayed up for thirty hours straight to put these together, so listen up and don't waste your supplies. These each contain wolfsbane, silver spray, sage, matches, and either a pistol and silver bullets, or a knife. No Liam, you do not get a gun." Liam pouted from his seat on the couch.
Tare made to continue, trying to explain all the research she, Stiles, and Lydia had done, when she got cut off. Again.
"I have a question." Peter said. "Yes, Jackass?" Tara responded. "Why the supplies?"
Tara had to pause to look confusedly at him. "Alright, any more stupid questions and I'll beat your ass so bad you won’t be walking for a week, are we clear?" Plowing past his query.
Again, Peter cut in. "Well, I'm just saying, I could kill a vampire by hand. I could just back it into a corner, snap its’ neck, and while it’s healing, put my claws through its’ heart." Tara silently glared at him for a moment before saying, "The supplies are here because this isn't the ‘Alpha werewolves guide to world domination’ But the ‘Crash course on how to survive in unfamiliar territory while fighting an unfamiliar supernatural for Dummies’ handbook.”
Liam's hand shot up. Tara groaned. "But, don't you think we can just figure it out as we go?" Stiles leaned over to smack Liam’s shoulder, while Derek agreed with the baby wolf.
At that, the room burst into another argument, and order quickly dissolved.
"Oh, why the fuck can't things just be easy with this group." Tara asked no one in particular.
This would probably take a while. A while, and a whole lot of alcohol if the were all to survive it.