ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE * NEW BOND

 "As you see dear General, I have no ill intent. I just need to speak with the Spark." The General stood up,

 "You want him to give you your eye site back." Deucalion stood and walked till he was face to face with Lasko, 

"It's not a lot to ask for, if I'm offering help to find a family member of his companion." The general looked at Deucalion,

 "This Ogmios, what does he want?" Deucalion smashed his lips together, 

"Not my concern, but he has your other son, I suggest you cooperate, or well who knows?"

.........

Stiles was tossing and turning, Michael woke up, and placed his arms around Stiles's waist, 

"Stiles, wake up, Sarge you're having a bad dream. STILES." At that Stiles awoke, he looked around the room, 

"Your father, he is in trouble." Michael smiled,

 "It was just a bad dream, come here and I'll hold you." Stiles shook his head, 

"No, it was real, call him please." Michael picked up his phone, 

"Ahh come on, it's only a little past Twelve hundred hours, he will be asleep." Stiles gave him a look.

"I'm serious.". Michael reluctantly dialed Lasko's number. 

"Straight to voice mail." Stiles got out of bed, 

"Ah come on Sti." Michael whined, but he knew that Stiles didn't give up once his mind was set to it. Stiles walked out into the hall; Ethan was coming down the steps from the Second floor. 

"Dude are you okay?" Ethan looked as Liam and Alec came the bottom of the stairs, 

"Stiles are you alright?" Liam asked looking down at the two men. Stiles now realized the six men had formed a pack bond, 

"Oh, wow when one of us is in distress, the others will feel it, you guys that means we are officially a pack." Stiles said as Michael sat on the couch in the upper hallway. 

 "Hey if you guys want to go check on Mike's dad, I can stay in the room with the twins." Liam stood there in shock. 

"Who are you, and what did you do with Jackson, and how did we all come into sync this well?" Jackson just stood there.

 "Ok let's go, oh wait, go get dressed first..."

At the S.I. Unit office the lights went out and the four people were all standing in the dark. Deucalion felt a presence behind him, but it was too late, a club was used to hit him over the head, as he fell to the ground, the lights flickered back on. The room was filling up with fog, as a man walked out of the fog right up to Lasko. 

"You are coming with me, you will be an extra guarantee, oh by the way, this one may seem familiar to you, 

"Ah I missed you Pop's, not!" with that he punched the General in the face, causing him to fall backwards.

 "Maxwell" The demon man looked at him,

 "No, that name no longer has any meaning to me now." Deucalion started to sit up, "Really quoting Star Wars, are we?" Again, the club swung and struck the blind man in the head, sending him back to the floor.

 'Bring them all, but that." the demon pointed at Deucalion. Max pulled the General by the arms into the fog, The entire group followed him and disappeared. Deucalion awoke as they vanished, he placed his hand on the back of his head, he had a small laceration that had left some blood on his hand. He could see car lights in the parking lot, so he placed his hands on the floor, pushing himself up slowly, and finding his way through the still dense fog, and left out the backdoor, causing the alarm to go off. Stiles was the first to enter the front door, followed by Michael.

 "Did you see the cloud as we came in?" He asked as Michael turned to look at him, 

"I actually did, remind you of anything?" Liam came in with Alec, 

"That foggy stuff looked like the stuff at the park in New Orleans." Michael returned from closing the back door, thus shutting off the alarm.

 "Well, no sign of Dad, or anything out of the ordinary besides that fog." Stiles scratched his head, Liam looked up at the offices on the upper level, 

"Hey, wait the Generals light is on in his office." the four men all rushed up the steps.

 "Um Michael," Alec said as Michael walked to the other side of the desk. "Isn't this your dad's phone?" Michael picked it up, as Stiles pointed out, 

"It is still on, and someone had dial 911, but the screen was smashed, and they never hit dial."