"We need to go," Sheriff Stilinski stood in front of Parrish where he sat. He'd been trying to shake the deputy out of his disquietude, for over three minutes.

He looked over towards Fisher, who didn't appear to be doing any better; Noah wasn't really sure what to do, he didn't seem to know what to say either. Both of his deputies had been through so much that night, but he came to them with an already heavy heart, for he'd been through a hell of his own that same night.

And as if that wasn't enough, he had to spend most of that day watching half of his department being carried away senseless on stretchers, some were heading straight for the hospital but others... Weren't as lucky. He watched the light go off in the eyes of some of them as he held their hands for comfort. He pressed his hands against so many wounds in order to prevent them from bleeding out as they waited for help to come.

When he'd finally gotten to Eichen, where Parrish and Fisher were, his spirits were already out and gone... So, he stood there just looking at both of them for a moment. Seeing as neither of them was really responsive, he sat down near Jordan and stared off into nothing.

"You know I am not daft, right?"

That seemed to do the trick; Parrish's eyes instantly shot up in Stilinski's direction, "I... Yes, why would you think that?"

"What? You think I haven't noticed? I know you've been struggling for the past three years. I don't know with what exactly, but I've seen it. In every look, in every smile you give, every move you make, I could see it. I assumed it had something to do with your... powers," said Noah, his eyes still wandering around and about.

"Something of the sort," Parrish sighed.

"I didn't say anything about it, because frankly, I didn't know what to say, even though I wanted to," said Stilinski, his eyes still ahead.

"It's fine," Parrish said simply.

"No, it's not. I've been introduced to the supernatural world since long enough. I should be able to be there for my deputies, my family, my friends... But every time I think about it, I find myself seriously impaired. I find myself short on words," Noah admitted.

"But... You are always there. I know you think you're not doing enough but, trust me, it always was enough for me,"

Stilinski chuckled, "I guess, we're a lot more alike than I thought we were,"

"Kidding me? You two are almost identical. Even I have noticed it, and I've only been here for over a month," somewhere along their conversation, Fisher sat down near them and commented.

"Now, what is that supposed to mean?" asked Noah, smiling lightly.

"Well, you both act like nothing is bothering you, like you've got it all figured out, but in reality...," she said.

"Yeah...," Parrish said nothing after that.

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"All I know is, we're not gonna figure anything out by sitting here," Noah's phone buzzed as he spoke. he could read Mason's name on the screen, but he opted on not answering it then and there. He put it back in his pocket and turned towards Parrish again, "We have a lot of things on our hands before we can just sit and wallow in despair,"

"Where are we even supposed to start?" said Jordan.

"Right now, I'd say the station would be a good place to start," Fisher interjected.

She stood first, with a little more energy than the two men. Noah followed suit, before landing a hand to Parrish, which he took with a smile.

As they drove towards the station, the sheriff had asked Jordan to sit with him in the car. It was a good opportunity to speak more freely.

"Mind giving me any details?" Stilinski broke the silence.

"Not sure where to start," he paused, but continued once he noticed Noah's short glances his way, "It's just that, I've been having these flash backs to three years ago. Sometimes it goes back to the day I first came into Beacon Hills,"

"So, it's like a feeling? Like something is coming your way but you can't explain it?" Stilinski's words took Parrish by surprise. That itch that he couldn't scratche for months, seemed to finally subside a little.

"Yes, but it's a little more complicated than that. I have no idea how to interpret any of it. Am I having visions? Am I predicting something? It feels like trying to look through a blurry screen, and I can't get a hold over my powers, no matter how hard I try, I can't see it clearer," said Parrish.

"Well, have you thought that... Maybe, your powers aren't the problem? Maybe, something out there is preventing you from seeing clearer," said Noah.

Something clicked in Parrish's mind. What Noah had mentioned, was an idea that had already crossed Jordan's mind, but he'd immediately scratched it off the board. His lack of faith in himself drove him to make that decision. But hearing it out of someone else's mouth, someone he truly admired and respected... Made him feel like, he was allowed to think the idea through, like he wasn't trying to find excuses for his incompetence at being... A hellhound.

"When did the feeling and the flashes start?" Stilinski's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Around six months ago, I think. I am not sure," he said.

"That's broad," Noah paused, seemingly thoughtful, before he added, "And when did it get worse?"

Parrish took a few minutes to think the question over, before answering, "Two or a month ago, I think,"

"I believe that's when our enemy got closer. It makes sense. But instead of trying to figure out why you can't see through it, maybe we focus on actually understanding your visions, that's more urgent for us now," said Stilinski.

"I've tried, I tried a lot,"

"Maybe you shouldn't try, maybe you should ask someone about it. Someone with a lot more knowledge about your powers,"

"I already talked to Chris, and I think he did enough,"

"I wasn't talking about Argent," said Stilinski, his eyes forward on the road.

Noah parked the car in front of the station. As they both walked towards the door, Stilinski's phone buzzed again. His eyes widened remembering that he's ignored a call from Mason. He thought it was high time he remedied to that, lest it was something important. But when he picked his phone up, he stopped for a second, reading Stiles' name. He answered it and trailed behind Parrish.

"Stiles? What is it?" he said.

Though, he could barely comprehend what was coming through the other end of the call. Stiles was breathing erratically, trying to articulate.

"Dad? The sheriff station... We can't reach anyone there! You have to evacuate! There's a bomb!"

The moment he heard those words, Noah's hand felt heavy, he couldn't hold his phone up to his ear any longer. His eyes darted towards Parrish who, was a second from opening the door to the station.

Stilinski ran forward as fast as he could, but as soon as he reached the threshold, he was thrown backwards by a powerful blow. The last things he'd had the time to see were splinters, and pieces of furniture flying around him and settling on the ground beside him.

His eyes fluttered shut shortly after that, leaving nothing but the sound of Stiles' voice emanating through his phone, "Dad? Dad? You there? Dad!!"