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Songs for Chapter
"Medicine"- Daughter (Derek and Stiles, talking)
"Scotland"- The Lumineers (Edinburgh)
THIS IS A SQUEAL TO THE STORY "Heavy in Your Arms" and if you have not read it I suggest doing so before you read this story.
There were two black bands on the piece of paper, the tattoo artist saw. "Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture" he sighed. He put down the piece of paper to reveal a smiling Scott McCall.
"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles said from the other side of the room. The teen held up a drawing that looked very similar to the kanima. Scott looked at his friend in disbelief.
"Too soon? Yeah" Stiles shrugged. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"
"I'm not changing my mind" Scott told him.
"Okay, but why two bands?" his friend asked.
"I just like it" Scot shrugged.
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles looked at his friend.
"Getting a tattoo means something" Scott replied.
Stiles smirked. "I don't think that's..."
"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word tatua means to leave a mark. Like a rite of passage" the tattoo artist quipped.
"Yeah, you see? He gets it" Scott smirked.
"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally" Stiles huffed.
"Okay, you ready?" the tattoo artist said turning on the machine to start the tattoo. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
"Nope" Scott shook his head.
Stiles walked closer to his friend and looked as the needle went into the skin. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." Before the teen could finish he fell to the ground and passed out.
"Oh, man" Scott said wincing in pain slightly.
Stiles and Scott back into the jeep. There was a bandage around Scott's arm to let the tattoo heal. Stiles on the other hand had a ice pack to his head from when he passed out.
"You okay?" Stiles asked looking over at Scott.
"Kinda burns" Scott breathed.
"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle" Stiles said staring at his friend.
"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this" Scott frowned at him. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation on his arm. "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this."
"Oh god" Stiles stuttered.
"Oh, I gotta take this thing off" Scott said starting to take off the bandage.
"No, no, no, no, Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop" Stiles pleaded closing his eyes. Once the bandage was off the tattoo began to slowly fade.
"Whoa, whoa" Stiles looked in shock.
"Oh, no, what? No, no, come on" Scott watched the tattoo disappear completely "It healed."
"Ah, thank God. I hated it" Stiles grimaced only to receive a look from Scott. "Sorry."
The teen turned on his car and began to drive down the road. Scott looked out the window at the night sky as they drove through the town. He looked over at his best friend. He could tell something was on his mind and he knew exactly what it was. It had been the same thing that had been on his mind for months. Charlie. No one had heard from her since she left for Scotland. Not even Derek or her Gran. The strange thing was no one had heard anything about the coven in Edinburgh.
"Anything on Charlie yet?" he asked.
Stiles sat back in his seat, his eyes still on the road. "No nothing" he said shaking his head. "It's been four months Scott and we've heard nothing. No phone calls, no texts, not even anything from other covens. I can't say I'm still optimistic, but I hope she'll come back."
"What's her Gran say?" Scott asked.
"It's the same thing every week when I go into the flower shop" Stiles sighed. "No news is good news and if something had happened, we would know by now."
"How's Derek handling it? Has she said?" the beta continued with his questions.
"She said there's something different about Derek. He was keeping in touch with Eleanor daily and now she's barely heard from him. She invited both him and Isaac over to dinner a few weeks ago and she said he barely said a word. Isaac wouldn't stop asking about her
"It can't be easy on either of them. She did save Isaac's life." Scott shrugged. "I'm convinced Derek was in love with her."
"It's not been easy on any of us" Stiles replied. "I don't like this waiting and not knowing anything. Makes me more nervous than usual."
"Charlie's one of the strongest people we know. If anyone can get themselves through something like that, its her" Scott smiled trying to ease his friend's nerves.
"I know Scott" Stiles nodded. "But the clock's ticking. If she's not back in the next few weeks we have to give those letters to everyone, Derek included."
"I know" the teen nodded. "You never told me what she said in the letter she gave you with the instructions."
"It basically was just about how thankful she was to have me apart of her life and she considers me family. Just stuff like that. Nothing major" Stiles shrugged.
"And yet you have to read it when you get up and before you go to bed" Scott smirked.
"Hey that's my personal business" Stiles glared. "At least I'm not staring at pictures of her like you are with Allison. Speaking of which how's that going?"
"I don't think she's coming back" Scott told him.
"You haven't talk to her?" Stiles frowned slightly.
"Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer... no texts, no calls" Scott explained as Stiles came to a red light and stopped.
"So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" Stiles frowned.
"After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all" Scott told him.
Stiles looked over at him and saw the car beside them. Inside he saw Lydia and Allison talking and laughing with one another. " I think she is. I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent." Scott looked over at Stiles and frowned in confusion. The teen motioned his head over to the other side and Scott and turned to see Lydia and Allison. He stared at her as she was laughing with Lydia and turned to her friend. The teen's face fell when she saw Scott staring out from the outer side.
"Oh, my God. Oh..." Scott stuttered quickly trying to hide. "Can we just drive please, Stiles?"
"Scott, it's a red light" Stiles protested. "I think we should talk to her, I just think we should say something." He reached over to Scott and began to roll down the window.
"No. No, no, Stiles, come on. Oh, my God, dude, no" Scott yelled trying to get Stiles to stop.
"Hey!" Stiles called out and with that Lydia's car sped off down the room. "You know, they probably didn't see us" the teen shrugged. The light turned green and Stiles put on the gas and began to drive, following Lydia's car.
"What are you doing?" Scott turned to his friend.
"I'm driving" Stiles glared at him slightly.
"We're right behind them" Scott shouted at him.
"Okay, well, do you see any turns?" Stiles asked him.
"I don't want it to look like we're following them" Scott protested.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Stiles exclaimed.
"I don't know, anything" Scott kept yelling. Suddenly Stiles slammed on the breaks stopping the Jeep completely. After a few moments, Lydia's car stopped as well down the road. The two teens looked at the car wondering why they had stopped as well and what they were doing. The two teens looked at one another in confusion and then back at the car. Suddenly out of no where, Scott could see something running towards Lydia's car. It was a deer. The animals slammed into the windshield and Scott and Stiles looked at one another. The two of them quickly ran out of the Jeep and ran down the road to the girls. Both Allison and Lydia jumped out of the car shaking like crazy.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked running up to them.
"It came out of nowhere" Lydia screamed loudly.
"Are you hurt?" Stiles looked at the red head.
"It ran right into us" Lydia continued shakily.
"Are you okay?" Scott looked at Allison.
"I'm okay" Allison nodded quickly.
"Well, I'm not okay" Lydia exclaimed loudly. "I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like it... it was like it was crazy."
Scott frowned and walked over to the animal on the hood of the car. "No, it was scared" he said looking at it. He placed his hand on it gently. "Actually... terrified."
Scott and Stiles walked down the hallway of the high school. It was their first day of school and so far it seemed as though it was going to be completely normal. The teen was still disappointed over the fact that his tattoo did not stay permanent, but he had an idea. An idea that Stiles was not on board with at all.
"You want to ask Derek for help? Why, why?" Stiles exclaimed at his best friend.
"He's got the triskele tattooed on his back. So there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?" Scott replied.
"Okay, yeah, but still, doesn't he have his hands a little full?" Stiles asked stopping at bulletin board. On it were two missing posters for Erica and Boyd. "Erica and Boyd are missing. His girlfriend is missing. Guys got a lot going on right now. "
Melissa stood in a hospital room with Isaac. The teen had been brought in with severe wounds. She began to peel away the bandage on his stomach and looked at them.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's healing, visibly" she spoke up. "Wow. They can't see this. Nobody can see this."
"All right, cover it up" the teen told her.
" I-I don't think that's going to matter. I mean, you're scheduled for surgery, which is obviously going to be very confusing for a lot of people" she frowned at him.
"Okay, can you do something?" Isaac looked at him.
"Me do something?" Melissa looked a him."I'm relatively new to all of this. And there's a sheriff's deputy that's stationed right outside the door."
"Have you tried calling Derek?" he asked.
"Like, five times" she nodded quickly. "Should I try Charlie?"
"You won't be able to get a hold of her" Isaac shook his head. "We don't even know where she is right now."
"She's still MIA?" Melissa asked in disbelief, remembering that Scott had told her that the witch had gone back to Scott. Isaac only nodded at the nurse.
She sighed and took a deep breathing looking at him. "Perfect. Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?"
"Yeah" Isaac nodded looking up at Melissa. "Call Scott."
Allison and Lydia walked into their first class of the day. English. Lydia quickly walked over to a seat and Allison stopped as another student sat down in the seat in front of her. Looking around, her face fell. The only other seat was in front of Scott. He looked around to see if there was another seat available, but there wasn't. He took a deep breath as she walked over towards him and spoke.
"Is anyone..."
"No, no, no, no. No, it's all you, all yours. Uh, it's totally vacant" Scott replied quickly. The teen nodded and sat down. All of a sudden everyone's cellphones began to ring. All the students quickly reached into their pockets and bags for their phones. It was a text message.
""The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness" a woman in a dress and high heels read out loud while walking in. She turned to the class and smiled. " "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone." All the students groaned slightly as they turned off their phones. Summer was officially over.
It wasn't even in fifteen minutes into class when an administer walked in and over to the teacher who had introduced herself as Miss Blake. The administer whispered something into her ear before leaving the classroom. Miss Blake looked over at the class.
"Mr. McCall?" she called out. Scott looked up and saw her motion for him to come over to her. When he got up to her she led him out of the classroom and explained that his mother had called and needed him at the hospital.
As the two of them walked out of the classroom Miss Blake stopped and looked at him. "Uh, I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school, but I'm going to give you a warning in the nicest possible way" she began. "I am well aware of your attendance record. I don't want to see you slip back into old habits."
"I won't. It's going to be different this year" Scott told her with confidence.
"Resolutions are only good if you stick with them, Scott" she told him in response.
"I will" Scott smiled. "I promise it won't be ephemeral." With that he began to walk down the hallway, leaving Miss Blake to laugh slightly at his comment.
When Scott arrived at the hospital, his mom explained what had happened with Isaac and how he was scheduled for a surgery that he didn't need. The teen took a deep breath. Something was going on, he could feel it.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Scott asked as he and Melissa walked down the hospital hallway.
"Honestly, I was hoping I didn't have to" his mother replied.
"What do you mean?" he frowned at her.
"Everything that you've been doing... the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike, even though it scares me half to death... honey, I just didn't want to disrupt a good rhythm" she explained with concern in her voice.
Scott stopped walking and looked at her. "It's not going to stop. I-I'm going to be better this year. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. I promise."
"Okay" Melissa nodded. "He's in room 215 if he isn't already in surgery."
"Thank you" Scott said giving his mom a quick kiss on the cheek.
The teen walked towards the elevator and got in, pressing the button for the second floor. As the doors were closing, a stick stopped the door and Scott pushed them back. A blind man walked into the elevator and stood right beside whim.
"Would you hit the button for the second floor, please?" the man asked after a moment.
Scott looked at the buttons. The second floor button was already hit. "Yeah" the teen spoke quietly pushing the button.
"Thank you" the man replied. The two of them sat in silence as they rode up to the second floor. Occasionally Scott looked over at the man. He had an eerie feeling about him. The doors to the second floor opened and Scott began to walk out.
"You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you?" the man suddenly asked.
Scott turned to him. "Um... sure" he said as the man put his hand on his shoulder. He led the man out of the elevator. The man stopped and smiled at him. The teen quickly ran off before the man could say anything else to him.
Scott frantically walked down the hallway searching for Isaac. He wasn't in his room, which meant he was somewhere in surgery or somewhere else on the walked passed another hallway when something caught his eye. It was a male nurse rolling Isaac in a wheel car into the elevator. Scott looked at him and the nurse turned around and stared at him. He was a werewolf. The nurse pushed a button and smirked at the teen. With the flick of his hands, Scott's claws came out of his fingers and he growled at the nurse, who followed suit. The elevator doors began to close and the teen rushed in. The Alpha threw him against the walls of the elevator multiple times and on the ceiling as the teen tried to fight back as best he could. The Alpha grabbed him and lifted him up off the ground.
"Don't you realize what you're dealing with? I'm an Alpha" he growled. Suddenly the elevator doors opened and the Alpha felt claws dig into his back. Scott looked up. It was Derek.
"So am I" he sneered before throwing the other wolf out of the elevator. The doors then shut.
Derek turned to the teen and raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
Derek opened the door the Hale house while holding Isaac and bringing him into a nearby room. Scott came in right behind him while on the phone with Stiles.
"We got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake's class..." his friend began.
"Hey, can you tell me about it later?" Scott interrupted him.
"Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion" Stiles shot back.
"Okay, then meet me at Derek's" Scott told him.
"Derek's house? What the hell are you doing at..."
"Just meet us here, okay?" Scott huffed. He then hung up the phone and walked over to where Derek and Isaac were. Derek was down on the floor messing with some of the floor boards.
"You don't still live here, do you?" Scott frowned.
"No. The county took it over, but there's something here that I need. It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha" Derek said continuing to search.
"Yeah, but it did heal" Scott protested.
"Not on the inside" Derek shook his head.
Scott stood there quietly for a moment. "Hey, are you going to tell me who that was back there? That Alpha."
Derek stopped searching and looked up at Scott and sighed. "A rival pack. It's my problem. I know you want to help, and you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager."
Scott turned to leave and then stopped. He grabbed his arm. "Uh, hey, Derek. If you want to repay back that favor now... There is something you can do for me."
Derek's eyes flashed red and back to his normal color as he examined Scott's arm. Stiles watched over them, his mind debating back and forth if he should even mention a certain red head in front of the Alpha.
"Yeah, I see it" Derek nodded. "It's two bands, right?" Scott nodded his head at him. "What does it mean?"
Scott frowned slightly. "I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers" he said tracing the bands on the dusty table as the Alpha watched.
"Why is this so important to you?" Derek looked at him.
"Do you know what the word tattoo means?" Scott replied.
"To mark something" Stiles smirked pleased with himself.
"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means, open wound.I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward" Scott explained.
"For what?" Derek spoke.
"For not calling or texting Allison all summer" Scott replied sadly. Derek only nodded at him. He would never admit it out loud, but Scott wasn't the only person dealing with heartbreak all summer.
"Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants" Scott said looking down. Going' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh..."
"Like an open wound" Stiles stated.
"Yeah" Scott nodded.
"The pain's going to be worse than anything you've ever felt" Derek said looking at him.
"Ah, that's great" Stiles grimaced.
"Do it" Scott told him in confidence. Derek didn't say a word as he pulled out a flame torch and turned it on causing both teen's eyes to go wide.
"Oh, wow. That's a... that's a lot for me" Stiles stuttered. So I'm going to take that as my cue. I'm just going to wait outside." He began to walk away from the two werewolves.
"Nope" Derek said putting a hand to his chest stopping him. "You can help hold him down."
Stiles was shoved back behind the Alpha and slowly walked over to his best friend. He placed his hands on Scott's shoulders. "Oh, my God" he said staring at the flame. Derek moved the torch closer and closer to Scott's arm until it started to burn the skin, creating a sizzling noise. Scott began to squirm and cry out in pain.
"Hold him" Derek looked up at Stiles. Scott began to scream louder and louder until his canines came out.
Scott was still passed out from Derek tattooing his arm. Stiles sat looking at Derek walk around the Hale house doing various things while he waited for his friend to wake up. In that moment, he found himself missing Charlie. If she was here, if she was alive. Stiles quickly shook his head. He couldn't think like that. For some reason he knew she was alive. She had to have a good reason for not contacting anyone. She had to at least he hoped so. He looked up at the Alpha and bit his lip, already regretting what he was going to ask.
"Derek you haven't heard from Charlie have you?" the teen blurted out. Derek stopped what he was doing and turned around and stared at the teen. Stiles couldn't get a read on him. His face was nothing more than a blank expression.
"No one has heard from her" Stiles shrugged. "I figured if she would contact anyone, you'd be the first person she'd call or something." Derek continued to stare at him, not saying a word. He knew the answer to that question better than what Stiles realized.
One month ago
Derek stood with Isaac in the guesthouse kitchen looking over maps. Derek put a black "X" on apart of the map. Three months they had been searching for Erica and Boyd and they haven't found anything. Isaac sighed while he looked at the map. There was too many "X"s on the map for his liking. The Alpha looked over and saw his beta's frustration.
"We'll find something" Derek looked at him. "We just have to keep searching."
"Yeah I know" Isaac nodded. "I'm going to go get some food. Do you want anything?" Derek just shook his head and the beta then walked out of the kitchen and eventually out of the house. Derek took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. He looked at his phone and the time. However his background picture of Charlie was what kept his gaze. He missed her more than anything. He just wanted to know she was alive or anything. His phone suddenly began to ring. The number was unknown causing him to frown slightly. He picked up the phone and pushed the button to answer.
"Hello?" he answered. The line was quiet. "Hello?" he repeated.
"Hi Derek" he heard Charlie say quietly after a Alpha felt his heart stop slightly. It was her.
"Charlie?" he breathed in shock.
"Yeah it's me" the witch responded softly.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, given the circumstances" she said cryptically.
"What? What are you talking about? When are you coming back?" he threw questions at her quickly.
"It doesn't matter" Charlie replied almost instantly. "I just wanted to call to tell you…Derek….I'm…. I'm not coming back."
Derek stood quietly for a moment. Shutting his eyes he took a deep breath. He didn't want to hear this at all. "What? Why?" he demanded. "Charlie what's been going on over there?"
"It's nothing you need you concern yourself with Derek" she shot back. "You just need to know I'm not coming back."
"What about everyone here?" he exclaimed. "What about your Gran? Isaac? Scott? Even Stiles? What about us?"
"Everyone just needs to forget about me" she said icily. "Especially you Derek. I can't be with someone like you. I'm a witch. You're an Alpha. We come from two different worlds. You and I both know we would have never worked. It's better this way."
"Charlie don't do this" Derek pleaded. "You can't tell me you don't still care about me!"
"I don't Derek! Just forget about me!
"What am I suppose to tell everyone else?"
"I really could care less." With that the line went dead. Derek slammed his phone on the counter, smashing it into various bits and pieces. His eyes flashed to red before he roared loudly and angrily.
Derek snapped out of the memory and looked up at Stiles. He couldn't bring himself to tell him the truth. Not yet at least. "No I haven't" he said shaking his head at the teen. "If we haven't heard from her by now, I think it's safe to say we won't. I don't think she's coming back, if she's even alive."
Before Stiles could even protest what Derek had said. Scott gasped for air and opened his eyes. He looked down at his arm. Two black bands were wrapped around it. He looked up and saw Stiles and Derek looking at him.
"It worked" the teen said happily. He got up from the chair and put his shirt back on, the sleeve of the arm with his new tattoo on it, rolled up. He motioned for Stiles to leave with him and the two teens began to walk off towards the house entrance.
"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now" Stiles commented.
"Yeah" Scott agreed. "I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh... ephemeral."
Stiles looked at his friend in disbelief and slowly nodded. "Studying for the PSATs?"
"Yep" Scott told him.
"Nice" Stiles replied.
Scott went to open the front door and stopped, frowing. The front door was painted a deep red color. It had never been that color before nor had it been painted. He brushed his hand over the door. "You painted the door." Scott turned to look at Derek. "Why'd you paint the door?"
Derek just sighed at the teen. "Go home, Scott."
The teen didn't budge. His hand moved up the front of the door slowly. "And why only one side?" With the flick of his hand his claws came out. He scratched part of the paint with a single claw. He could tell that something was underneath the paint.
"Scott" Derek called out running to the front. By then Scott had started using both claws to scratch off the paint on the door. Once enough paint was off he could see a symbol. Derek came up to the two teens and just shook his head.
"The birds at school and the deer last night... just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha" Scott breathed glaring at Derek."How many are there?"
Derek let out a breath. "A pack of them. An Alpha pack."
"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles asked.
" I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica" Derek explained to the two teens
"Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for him for the last four months when I haven't been trying to get a hold of..." Derek stopped for a moment. He hadn't even said her name for over a month. He wasn't even sure at this point he even could. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Charlie."
Scott and Stiles looked at one another. They hadn't even begin to realize or understand how much Charlie being gone had effected Derek.
"Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott said quickly breaking the silence.
"With all the help I can get" Derek looked at him. Scott looked over Stiles who only shrugged.
"Where is she?" they all heard a voice say. They turned and saw Isaac awake and sitting up. "Where's the girl?" he asked looking at them.
Derek looked at Isaac in confusion. "What girl?"
Edinburgh, Scotland
Agatha Ross walked down the long corridor of her family castle. She smiled to herself. Everything was going according to plan perfectly. She just had to finish everything once and for all. At the end of the hallway stood two security guards at their post. She stopped in front of them and looked at the pair.
"Where is she?" Agatha asked them.
"Still in her room Madame" one of the guards replied.
"Good" Agatha smiled. "In the next hour, you have your instructions." With that the elder witch walked down another side of the corridor. The guards continued to stand at their post, neither of them noticing the hooded figure climbing down the wall outside.
Outside the figure jumped down to the ground. The figure slowly stood up and looked up. Charlie smiled slightly. She was getting out of here. She looked around to make sure no one had seen her. She heard the nearby security guards laughing from a distance and ran straight ahead towards the woods. She saw two guards searching the woods and she ducked behind a tree, breathing heavily. The two guards walked past the tree, only paying attention to their conversation and not the fact that someone could be running through the property. Once they were out of sight, she came out from behind the tree and double-checked to make sure no one else was near. She was suddenly grabbed from behind and was turned around, ready to face her attacker. Breathing heavily she saw that the person behind her was no one other than her brother, Thomas.
"Thomas!" she exclaimed whispering. "Don't do that!"
"Sorry" he chuckled slightly. "Any problems?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle. Where's Molly?" Charlie frowned looking behind him.
"In the car" Thomas said quickly. "Let's go. We don't have much time." He grabbed his sister's hand and the two of them ran through the woods of their family's property. They came to a wall that was at the back of the property and the two of them climbed it, jumping onto the ground on the other side of it. A black car was on the other side of the wall that was running. Thomas and Charlie ran over to it and got into it with Thomas in the driver's seat and Charlie in the passenger's seat.
"Any problems?" a voice from the back seat said.
"It went perfectly. Molly give her everything" Thomas looked back at the brunette in the backseat. The brunette nodded and grabbed a black bag and handed it to Charlie.
"Your carry on. This is everything you need for your flight to Amsterdam" Molly explained.
"I'm not going to London?" Charlie frowned at the two of them.
"Too dangerous. It's the normal route to get back to the states" Thomas shook his head. "They'll be expecting you to go that way. This way we get them off your trail."
"We booked you a flight there too, but by the time they realize you aren't on the plane it'll be too late. Your passport, money, snacks, iPod" Molly explained as Charlie opened the passport.
"Cosima Garrett?" she said looking at the passport. "And excuse me, but I don't have purple hair or glasses" she flashed the passport at her brother.
Molly laughed out loud. "Keep going through the bag darling." Charlie did as she was told and sure enough, she found a purple wig and the glasses.
"From one of your favorite people personally" Thomas smirked. "Thought the less you look like…well you, the easier time you'll have."
"You are really thought of everything didn't you?" Charlie said taking the hair tie that was around her wrist and putting her hair into a bun. She put down one of the mirrors in the car and put the wig on her head, fixing it so that her red hair was not be seen through any part. She then put on the square glasses, looked at the passport, and then compared herself in the mirror.
"Well?" she asked looking at Thomas and Molly.
"Perfect" Molly smiled. "Now there's an envelope explaining what you need to do once you get into Amsterdam. Open it before you land and keep it hidden."
The rest of the drive to the airport was silent. Occasionally Charlie would notice, Thomas look in the rear view mirror or hear Molly turn around to make sure that they weren't being followed. She knew that they both were taking a huge risk by helping her get out of the country. Thomas parked on the outskirts of the parking lot. All three of them got out of the car looking around to make sure no one was near.
"This is as far as either of us can go" Thomas said looking at Charlie. "They'll be looking for anyone who could have helped you. No matter what happens, no matter what you here, don't come back." He walked over and hugged his sister tightly.
Charlie nodded "The moment you can get yourself out of this hell hole, do it! Get yourselves out of here as soon as you can please and find me."
"I promise. I'm so glad to have met you little sister" he breathed. "I'll see you soon and I will be expecting to meet that werewolf"
Charlie took a deep breath just at the mention of Derek , but now wasn't the time to worry about that. "Bye big brother" she said pulling away. "I love you."
"Love you too" Thomas smiled.
She then walked over to Molly and gave the brunette a hug. "Molly I'm so glad to have met you and my brother has someone like you in his life. I'll see you soon!"
"Well we better" Molly smiled brightly. "I need you to be in my bridal party for when Thomas and I actually get married. Just stay safe." With that Charlie pulled away from the brunette and gave one last look to the bag before grabbing her bags. She ran off towards the airport and the two watched her until she was out of sight.
"You don't think they'll think she's going back there do you?" Molly asked as Thomas put his arm around her.
Thomas shook his head. "We made sure they won't look there and besides she knows what to do" he said looking at her. "We should go and tell the others the plan worked and to move onto the next step. It's time to take down this coven once and for all."
There you have it! The title of this story comes from the song "The Habit" by the artist Lissie. The story is really inspired for this song so if your interested go give it a listen! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think or your theories for the season. On my tumblr there is a sneak peak at the next chapter, so if you're interested check it out. There will be sneak peaks either with gifs and text or just texts. Enjoy! Read and review!