Summary: It was the right thing to do...giving her up. Scott knew that, and he was willing to move on. But now, he and his friends are dealing with a force beyond their abilities, and comprehension. And the only person able to help them was the one person he let go. The one person who did not remember what they had. Bonnie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries), the characters, any storylines that are not of my creation, or referenced...not mine. If they were...I would be making bank.
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"So in a couple of weeks, I am going to be going home, and you…"
Bonnie watched Tyler shrug, not even looking at her. The hybrid was sitting on her bed, flipping through one of the last grimoires she had. Most of them had been sent home. The plan was to do a series of trips to return all her old books. But after the dreams, she had been hesitant.
Ever since that last day, when she saw the wolf in her window, Bonnie had pushed herself to stop thinking about it. She had not resorted to magical means, instead deciding to focus more on school. It had worked, to an extent. During the day she was okay, not a thought about what her dreams or the fleeting image had meant. But at night she was his.
She did not know where she went, but every time she was with Scott.
A part of her wanted to confront it. Just to get it out of the way so she could live her life. But then the thought of her being involved in a possible supernatural situation…
"Bonnie?"
It took a knock to her head to come back to reality. And to see just how far from the ground she was.
"Holy…"
Bonnie had levitated to the point of touching the ceiling.
"Are you okay?"
Bonnie nodded.
"What was that?"
Tyler sat down besides her, waiting for an answer.
"Things have been…off."
The look Tyler gave her almost made her flinch. It was annoyance, and disbelief, meaning Tyler knew there was more.
"Look Bonnie…"
The door opened, and there stood Bonnie's roommate, Nina.
"Oh…hi Tyler."
Tyler gave her a nod of acknowledgement. He turned back to Bonnie, who had gone back to packing, as if she had not fluttered up to the ceiling in an absent minded thought. He wanted to question her, grill her as much as possible to get whatever answers he could. He could piece them back together, but he needed something.
Unfortunately Bonnie was not going to give it to him now. Not with…
"So…Bonnie when are you leaving?
Tyler looked to see Bonnie turning to look at her roommate. A fake smile plastered across her face.
"Uh, I only have like three exams and two of them are on the same day, so maybe…Wednesday?"
"Wednesday? Okay."
Tyler kept his attention on Bonnie. In the year they had connected, he learned the little things. One being her ability to avoid a situation. Her roommate was a fortunate moment, and now she did not have to actually try to get out of talking about her floating.
The two girls spoke some more, a small awkward conversation having been struck up, mostly by Bonnie. Tyler noticed the other one was more so asking questions, and rarely engaging. Occasionally he would get asked something as well, and in only a few words answer it. He was not the target of either girl. They were, albeit for different reasons.
Standing up, he stretched, and moved over to give Bonnie a hug.
"Alright, well I am leaving. If I don't see you later, I will try to catch up with you over the summer."
He looked Bonnie in her green eyes, searching for something that would hint to anything.
Her gaze only softened.
"We will see each other before school is over, and you will be visiting me."
She hugged him back, giving a firm squeeze. The lone Hybrid took that as a sign, but for what? He did not get to question it as she let go. Moving back, she got him his coat, and he gave her a small nod. They moved toward the door, aware of Nina's eyes on them. He gave them both a goodbye, and made his way out of the room. Bonnie closed the door behind him, and stood there eyes closed. Bonnie sighed.
"You okay?"
She opened her eyes to see Nina sitting on her bed, a book on her bed. Bonnie rolled her eyes, but nodded. Nina's words may have showed concern, but Bonnie had known better. She had hoped for the cliché college experience, with the friends, and new adventures. While that did happen, she had been given a rather difficult roommate. Nina had rules. A lot of them.
Could not keep clothes on the floor.
Trash must be taken out everyday, despite their utility trashcan.
Do to Nina preferring to study in their room, neither were to have friends after a certain time.
Coasters.
All of this was easy to deal with. Until Bonnie had gotten her magic back. It was then that the rules started to slip, mostly in her side being more messy.
It would have been reasonable, if Bonnie had not caught Nina snooping around her stuff. Cleaning.
Their argument was quick. The spell Bonnie used to erase her mind of what she had found was even quicker. After that, they were both on thin ice with each other.
"Yeah, just a little stressed."
Nina gave her a nod. Curt and satisfied with the answer.
"Alright…well I have a group meeting, so I won't be here tonight."
Bonnie gave her a nod. Sloppy, halfhearted. Not really caring. She knew that the meeting was with some boy Nina had been seeing.
"Have fun."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Nina stiffen up only slightly. She turned her head, hiding her smirk.
At least something good could come from this.
A nap. That was all it was. Just a simple nap. He had a long day. School was exhausting. Work was brutal. Just being around people had been taxing.
What was a word he could sum this all up as?
Onerous?
That sounded about right.
Today had been onerous. And he deserved to take a nap. So why did he feel fear?
Why was he not refreshed?
Taking in a breath, he looked at the ceiling. Was it real?
Was he really in his room?
Was he in reality?
That was why naps were not good. Because he never knew where he was. If he was ever going to wake up.
"Scott?"
Someone was there. Sitting up he inhaled.
"Yeah?"
The door opened, and there stood his mom.
"Hey, dinner is here…"
Scott gave her a nod. He did not feel hungry.
"Scott…did you have another…"
"No…"
He stretched, even though he did not need to, and got up. Try as hard as he could to act normal. He had played off his slips out of reality as simple nightmares to his mother. She did not need to know what was wrong. Supernatural problems were too much for her. Time had proven that over and over again. He gave her a smile.
"Today has been rough, and that nap just made me…"
He cracked his back, an audible pop being the result.
"Uncomfortable"
Melissa watched her son, nodding. Scott knew she would still be suspicious. But the lies were getting better, and would continue doing so. He moved past her, toward the door.
"So what's for dinner?"
Melissa did not move out the way, instead followed him with her eyes.
"Pizza."
"Cool. Guess this will be my cheat day."
Scott walked out of the room, making sure not to look at his mother. The lie would work better if he stayed out of situations like this. Where her gaze would not break him.
He flew down the steps, happy and annoyed. Being in reality was a blessing. It had not been that long ago, since Scott had started slipping in between. Maybe two, or three weeks. Maybe a month.
He had no clue. He just knew that it was serious. And that he was not alone.
"How are Stiles and Allison doing?"
Scott looked up the steps to see Melissa staring at him.
"Fine?"
He had no clue. All three were suffering. Each having to carry a different burden as a result of coming back to life.
"Fine."
Melissa just repeated him, showing no signs of suspicion or belief. That made him nervous, but he gave a nod and continued to the kitchen. With every step he was wary, hoping she would not ask anything else. The smell of pizza greeted him when he had made it to the kitchen. Three boxes of pizza were waiting. Scott went to the sink and washed his hands, before turning to the boxes.
"So what did you get?"
He could feel his mother's presence at the kitchen door.
"Pepperoni, cheese, and a mushroom pineapple for me."
Scott turned to Melissa and nodded. While he dried his hands, Melissa pulled out two plates, handing one to her son. With a smile, Scott took it.
"So three pizzas?"
Melissa nodded.
"Just in case you have a visitor."
She left it at that, getting her entire pizza box and walking off. Scott understood. Scott's werewolf status made it impossible for him to have a night at home, especially now that he was the Alpha of his pack. He would have thought it would get easier. Instead it seemed to be one massive problem after another.
The last few months had possibly been the worst. The war with the hunters, the Alpha pack, and Bonnie had left Scott worn. It did not help that he had died three times. Now there was nothing to really worry about, but them.
"I'll put this in the oven or something."
"Okay Scott. I'll check up on you later if you are here."
Melissa was already on the way up the steps when she said that. It did not stop Scott from giving a nod. He knew she knew something, but she had nothing to grill him with. Scott had told no one, and he doubted Stiles and Allison have done the same. The last time he died and came back had been rough. That was when Bonnie brought him back.
The fear in his stomach dropped, transforming into sadness. Inhaling he felt the pit in his stomach fight off the deep breath he had taken. Would he ever get over her? He knew she would be coming back soon, and that would make it hard.
Their situation was different. Something that was affected by their pasts and magic.
He opened the box and took a three pieces of cheese. He would save the pepperoni for Stiles if he came over for whatever reason. Closing the box, he placed the cheese on top of the pepperoni and got himself a bottled water.
He never ate pizza with Bonnie.
That made him feel worse. The good things…they existed somewhere else. Almost all of his memories were clouded with the obstacles. Everything they went through…and for what?
For what?
Scott woke up.
Almost six in the morning, and the sun was slowly creeping. Sitting up, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm. Wincing, he put his hand over his stomach. Looking around his room, he noticed Stiles and Allison were sprawled around his room. Allison in the chair near his desk. Stiles occupied the corner of his room.
The sound of footsteps tip-toeing, softly whispered into his senses. He took a whiff of the air. Even with the door close he could smell the familiar scent coming closer. It was his mother.
The opened quietly, and he saw her. She looked worried and then shocked.
"Scott?"
"Yeah?"
The way she had said his name made him hesitant to respond. Something was wrong. Of course it was.
Something always was.
Melissa Rushed to him, not caring if the door would slam into the wall. That woke up the other sleeping occupants. Allison just sat up, looking around, as if ready to fight. Stiles jumped in his usual flailing matter. He was the first to speak, while Melissa hugged her son. Despite his power Scott was impressed by her death grip of a hug. Something big must have happened.
"What's wrong, do we need to go Rambo on a motherfuh…?"
"No Stiles. Scott's awake!"
Both his friends had looks of relief and happiness. As nice as that was, Scott really did not like that it had come to that. He needed to ask what happened.
"Mom…"
Melissa's grip tightened, shaking her head.
"Nope. No. I don't want to hear it. Just let me have this for like twenty more seconds."
He looked at both Allison and Stiles and they just nodded. Without even arguing, he hugged her back. But he did not know why. It was then he noticed his hand felt different.
"Uh...Scott..."
He looked at his hand, and saw it was in mid shift. He pulled away, trying not to touch his mother with his corrupted claw-like hand. It started to hurt again, but a familiar pain. It was the pain of it shifting. He had not experienced that in so long, having become accustomed to it. But now...
He watched his hand shift back to normal. It was disturbing, like watching bones reconstruct itself, and skin tear apart to regenerate instantly. Hair was shed, nails retracted. All of it once again become a perfectly normal, slightly tanned hand.
Scott looked up, confused, only to be matched with equally confused looks.
What had happened?
A/N: I'M BACK. WITH A SEQUEL! Yes this is the sequel to my mess of a story called Tell Me Silently (TMS). I had promised said I would do a sequel as I started to wind down the story...ultimately I did not see an ending at the time, and largely do to wanting to make a really fleshed out story...and that had happened...unfortunately it was too long, and in my opinion a little too much. So I ended it with the chapter Kilter, and decided to start anew. When it comes to updating I have promised myself to take it slow, but not too slow...I don't want to give TMS frequency updates...However, I want to really focus on making sure the story is tight, understandable, easy to follow, and well edited. I'm still going to have a few errors of course, but here is hoping to making sure they are minimal at best. The first few chapters will be updated throughout the day (As I have already started this), however after a certain point it will become less frequent.
To all that read this, and continue on with me, thank you. All the comments on TMS...I appreciate all of them. I'm so thankful for all the support on that story, as well as the continuous support. I hope this story will be even better, and give the same effect that TMS had (sounds so pretentious, but I could not even word that another way.)
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