Jackson halted, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't even heard Stiles move. Shock and maybe a little fear shown plain on his face, as he glanced back at where the other had been sitting. Now he knew he had to get out of there. "I don't have time for this," he said, trying to sound just as tough and irritated as always. "Now get out of my way." There was an attempt at a threatening tone, but his conviction had been shaken. If Stiles could move like that, could he be hurt?