Eli listened in worry at Malia in Mrs.Martins off, hearing her heart rate sky rocket. Before he had the chance to open the door, a coyote ran out and attacked him. Eli gave a scream as he fell back against the floor, first getting growled at and then licked on the face. "What is happening to you right now?"

Eli lifted her up, carrying the four legged dog down the hallway with a sigh, she growled at him. "Yeah, I know. Gr, gr, grr."

"Eli!" Scott came around the corner, Lydia close after.

"No, go, go, I know where she wants to go." Eli waved them off, taking her to the room she use to go to before the lake houses. Lydia got the door for them. "We have to back off if she's gonna ch-"

Malia tried to bite Eli, thrashing around in his arms. "Aye! Chill out, woman!"

He let her down as she ran to the corner, growling as they waiting. He looked af her with risen eyebrows. "You done yet?"

Malia walked forward, her paws slowly turning into feet as she stood up. "It's alright. I'm okay."

"Fantastic." Eli turned around with Scott as Lydia brought her clothes.

"Do you know what happened?" Scott whispered his way.

"She was freaking out with her test." Eli explained with a shake of his head. "I don't know what's going on with her, she's been out of control a lot lately."

"She has been under a lot of pressure." Scott pointed out. "Life after graduation, The Desert Wolf. But, it shouldn't make her shift."

"Well, what if it's connected to a Stiles?" Eli suggested, the day after Lydia had informed them that is what they'd been forgetting.

"It's a he." Sheriff Stilinki spoke as he walked in. Eli jumped. "I was waiting by the door."

"Why didn't you just come on?" the Foxx boy gave a look of disbelief as he held his heart.

"Figured i'd give Malia time to put some clothes on." he shrugged. "But, it's a he."

"What's a he?" Scott frowned his eyebrows.

"Stiles. It's a family nickname. I never used it but my father did." he informed them, the pair sharing a gapping look.

"Am I not working anymore?" Eli leaned on Malias locker with an odd look. "Am I not your anchor now?"

"You are helping, I just keep shifting." she explained with a wild look, shutting her locker. "Even when I feel in control, i'm not."

"You think your body is trying to tell you something?" Eli suggested with a curious look. "You want me to do my thing for you?"

"No, I don't want you to do your thing." she shook her head with an exhale.

Scott walking over toward the two caught their attention. Eli smiled. "What did he say?"

"He said no, didn't he?" Malia agreed.

"Yeah." Scott nodded.

"But we're going anyway?" she went on with a knowing look.

"Yup." Scott agreed.

"Woo, road trip!" Eli cheered with a smile across his face.

"Or you can stay here and help me convince Gwen she's in danger." Liam showed up with a very hopeful look.

"Sorry, Liam. Last time I talked to Gwen, it didn't end very well." Eli shook his head. "Doubt she's forgotten about when I accidentally ran into the girls bathroom."

"How do you accidentally run into the girls bathroom?" Malia looked oddly his way.

"Anxiety makes you have to pee a lot and very suddenly." he explained with a red face, throwing his hand forward. "I was zoomin, and did not realize I tackled the wrong door."

"Okay, Eli's out." Liam confirmed, looking at Malia. "Malia?"

"It's not your job to convince her." Scott shook his head at Liam. "It's your job to keep her safe."

"Just kidnap her." Malia shrugged, tossing a finger to Eli. "Or invite her to a party."

"Don't do that, she might assume you're a sex cult." Eli shook his head with a tight lipped smile, Malia latching onto his wrist to pull him away. "Good luck, though!"

Malia slapped Eli's chest as they came around the corner. "Stop it."

"Sorry." he rubbed his heart. "Nursing homes are so creepy."

"You're fine." she latched into his hand as the four walked down the hallway, following the classical music to stop before an older man.

"Yes?" he turned. "Is it time for my medicine?"

"We don't have your medicine." Malia shook her head.

"But..." Eli trailed off, reaching into his pocket. "I do have a butterscotch if you want it."

He held his hand out, Eli placed it in his palm. "Thank you, boy."

"Are you Ellias Stilinski?" Lydia asked him.

He glanced at her. "I am."

Lydia smiled, walking forward. "I'm Lydia Martin. Do you know who I am?"

"Should I?" he frowned his eyebrows.

"Mr.Stilinski-" Scott walked forward. "-we're looking for somebody who might be named Stiles. You went by the name in the army, right?"

"Yes." the older man stared up at him. "Best years of my life."

"Do you know any of us?" Malia asked, a questionable look on her face.

"Or, recognize us." Eli added in, a lot more gentle then Malia was.

"Of course I do." he frowned his eyebrow, staring up at Scott. "How can I forget my own son?"

"Oh, man." Eli sighed.

"Your son?" Scott looked in confusion.

"Mr.Stilinski." Lydia got his attention again as her and Scott shared a look. "What year is it?"

"1976." he said in rerun.

"Oh man." Eli repeated, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"It's my sons birthday next week." Mr.Stilinski went on.

"He has dementia." Lydia sighed as she looked to Scott.

"Why are no old people just normal old people?" Eli whispered with a worried look.

"Is it time for my medicine?" he looked up again, glancing between the four.

The light outside went down and the room darkened, Lydia sat next to him. "Your son- he's the sheriff of Beacon Hills."

"He's the sheriff!" he looked at her.Eli wrapped his arms around Malias left one, the lights out scaring him even more. "No, no, no, no, no. I was in the army."

"Use your claws, Scott." Malia encouraged the hesitant Alpha.

"That could kill him." he argued.

"I get that. But we're running out of time." Malia shook her head.

"I can't." he argued more defensively.

"Malia." Eli caught her wrist tightly when she flicked her claws out. "We are not killing an old man that we don't even know. This is the sheriffs dad, he'd be devastated."

"Young lady, you need to clip those nails." Mr.Stilinski gapped, Eli stiffed a laugh as he rubbed Malias back to keep her calm. "You shouldn't be here! If you don't leave, i'll have to report you?"

"Want me to do my thing?" Eli motioned toward his own eyes.

"So killing him for a good reason is bad but giving him a heart attack with glowing eyes is any better?" Malia asked in disbelief.

"Malia, are we really arguing over which one of us could kill him worse?" Eli gapped at her.

"What's wrong with him?" Scott asked Lydia at the older man's sudden out burst and clearly unsettling state.

"The sun went down." Lydia said back in realization.

"So?" Scott didn't get it.

"He's sundowning." Lydia spoke as the older man continued talking out loud. "It's when dementia patience lose their faculties after the sun goes down."

"Nu, uh. Nu, uh." Eli shook his head with a wave of his fingers. "We gotta get out of here, I do not mess with scary old people that now loose their faculties at nighttime."

"I don't want to talk anymore!" Mr.Stilinski yelled.

"Y'all." Eli tried again, tossing his thumbs to the door. "Let's go, right out that door."

"We have to wait till the sun comes back up." Lydia looked over.

"And stay here all night? Are you trying to kill me, woman?" Eli asked, placing a hand onto his heart. "Let's just come back."

"Yeah, we can't wait that long." Malia agreed.

"There's gotta be something we can do to keep him quiet." Scott spoke up.

"He can still do his Eli Thing." Malia pointed to her boyfriend.

"Something that won't scare him into a heart attack." Scott corrected her.

"Leave! Leave! Leave!" the older man cried out as he slapped his forehead.

"Ellias. Look at the equations." Lydia placed the papers infront of him. "It's binomial probability. What P?"

"Um, probability of success?" he asked her.

"Right." Lydia nodded her head. "That mean N=K is..?"

"Um..... number of trials, minus the number of success." he went on as Lydia laughed.

"What's with the math?" Malia looked in confusion, eating the butterscotch Eli brought.

"It helps dementia patients concentrate." Lydia informed her. "And, this one?"

"Conditional probabilities." he smiled.

"Lydia." Eli nudged her with a nod. "We can get what we need by doing this."

She nodded, standing up. "Let's find the moment of intertia. Ellias-"

"That's Mr.Stilinski." he corrected her. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"

All all gapped, Eli shook his head as he tugged on Malias are to try and go again. Lydia looked at him. "You know Scott isn't your son?"

"Of course I know that." he shot back in disbelief. "Are brains getting smaller with the skirts?"

Eli glared, Lydia put an arm out to stop his anger from getting the best of him.

"So, you're that McCall kid?" Ellias looked down at Scott.

"You know me?" Scott turned to face him.

"I know your dad." he shook his head. "Couldn't hold his liquor, and he certainly couldn't keep that wedding ring on his finger. Pretty young thing would walk by, and poof. That ring just disappeared like magic."

"Do you know all of us?" Lydia spoke up, Malia grabbed Eli's hand.

"Your Natalie Martins girl. Am I right?" he pointed at her. "You look like her. She was pretty once too."

"Stop talking." Malia glared as her eyes flashed blue.

"Malia." Scott warned.

"She also liked to talk like she was the smartest person in the room." he went on toward Lydia.

Malia let out a growl, her claws flicker. "Malia!"

Eli turned to her to grab her shoulders, a new voice cutting in. "Enough!"

"Sheriff. Ugh, we-" Scott looked for an excuse.

"I explicitly told you not to come here." he stated in disbelief as he looked at the four. "And who attacked a staff member?"

"That's her." the staff glared at Malia.

Eli's nose twitched in annoyance toward the man's way. "You have dementia too? She didn't touch you."

"Yes, she did." he argued.

"No, she didn't!" Eli tried to gaslight the man as much as he could to save Malia from getting in trouble. "Maybe you need to be checked into an old persons home."

"I think i'd know if that girl, whoever she is, attacked me." he argued with a look of annoyance across his face.

"Keep her out of this!" Eli glared with a finger his way.

"Enough." the sheriff cut in again as he called him off. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Noah, we were just having a nice conversation." Mr.Stilinski circled the table.

"The four of you, out." Noah demanded the teens.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Eli shook his head, latching onto Malias hand and dragging her with him.

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kylie speaks

eli really said
KEEP MY WIFES NAME
OUT YOUR FUCKING
MOUTH!