/A/N: Hi guys. I'm new to writing Fanfiction, not new to reading them. Haha. I love reading them and took a chance on writing one.
I appreciate constructive criticism but not someone being rude for the heck of it. So review please so I know what to change. I'll post the next chapter after I get a couple reviews so I get a sense of what to continue with.
Love you guys. Don't worry. It won't stay this boring. ;) Just introducing my character and getting her through the things that anyone would have to do.
I don't own Teen Wolf. Wish I did. I do own the new characters in the story though.
FAMILY MATTERS
The phone rang as I waited for her to pick up. It clicked and a female voice on the other end spoke. "Hello?" I hesitated a moment. "Mom?"
"Serena?" My mom's voice was questioning. She hadn't heard from me in months.
"It's me. I need your help." My voice waivered.
She told me to go on, explain everything to her. I did, and with some persuasion, I convinced her to help me.
"Dad said he wouldn't. I need to do this. Please."
"Alright. I'll do what I can on that and your dad and I will have to have a long discussion. I'll need your custody signed over to me before there's anything else I can do, hun."
She told me she'd do everything she could and I started crying, thanking her.
That was a couple months ago. This. This is now.
My plane landed a few minutes ago and I descended the stairs, my arms full.
The plane ride was uneventful really.
The airport smells bad and there's litter everywhere. The runway the only thing clear of garbage. The sidewalk full of people as is the airport as I walk in.
The airport has a sickly smell to it, as if they're trying to make it smell good but it mixes with the bad smell to create something awful.
I'm pushed around often, the whole building crowded with people I can barely see where I'm going let alone anything else. I do see the rows of chairs with people in them and the wall to floor windows that could use a clean but, besides that, only signs to point where to go. I see a sign for where I need to be.
I walk to the baggage claim where I was to meet my mom and saw her standing there waiting. She immediately started walking towards me and helped me with my bag. We stood there waiting for my other bags to come through and she grabbed them for me when I pointed them out, thanking her.
"Do you have car seats?" I ask, looking down at the two bundles in my arms.
"Of course." She replies before motioning for me to follow her.
I had sent her the money to buy all the necessary items so I'd have them when we got there. I smile gratefully. "Thank you for this. For everything."
"I'm just happy to have you and the babies." She grins. I laugh, happy to be here too.
We're jostled some more as we try to make our way out of the crowded airport, pushing out way through when needed. I follow my mom because she seems to know where to go and now that we're getting closer to the door, there's no way to see anything at all. It's all a crazy mess of people trying to get in and out.
We eventually make it outside and I can see the sky getting dark. It's probably about seven now, the sun's going down for the day.
There's less people outside so I bask in the comfort of being able to breathe my own, clean, fresh, air and see where I'm going as I walk on a sidewalk a few steps behind my mom.
The parking lot has a lot of cars, trees surrounding it and nice grass growing up until the parking lot begins. It's clean out here, barely any litter.
She leads me to her car and puts my bags in trunk.
Once the babies were in their seats, me in the passenger and mom in the drivers, we began the drive to the house. I would be staying with her and Scott, my brother. At least until I could find a place.
It was a long drive but with the music playing quietly and us talking it wasn't a bad thing.
"Does he know?" I ask, clearly wondering if my brother knew I was here or not.
She shook her head as we pull into the driveway. "I haven't told him. Thought it might be a nice surprise."
I shrug and get out of the car. I wasn't sure how he'd feel. He'd probably think the babies are mine then. That could be fun.
I grab my bag, my mom helping with my suitcases, and grab the babies. I got pretty good at holding both of them and their diaper bag, this really wasn't any different.
I look at the house I'd be living in, the one they'd lived in since I was born. I didn't have many memories of it but it seemed the same. A little more wear and tear on the bricks from years of standing, the grass mowed, trees tall. Windows clean, or relatively anyway.
We head to the door and Melissa, my mom, holds it open for me. "Scott, a little help!" She yells out. He comes bouncing down the stairs, freezing when he sees me.
"Ser?" My nickname slips from his lips. I'm surprised he even recognizes me.
I nod. "It's me Scott."
He shakes his head and grabs my bags.
"She'll be staying in the guest room. It's the biggest room besides mine." She adds for my benefit.
"Thank you mom." I hug her, careful of the twins in my arms. So it's more me leaning into her than a hug. She does wrap her arms around me, giving me a proper hug.
"Their stuff is already there. Scott can show you you're room and help set up." She heads away. "I'll be in the living room. Both of you join me when you're done and we can talk."
I don't reply but follow Scott, taking in the house as he leads me away.
We stopped outside a room and he opened the door, motioning for me to go first.
I enter and glance around what would be my room. There definitely is enough room in here for everything the twins and I would need.
I put my bag at the end of the bed after carefully laying one of the twins in the centre of the bed, picking the baby up after my bag was off my shoulder.
The bed's a queen, headboard against one wall and the left side of the bed against another with a window above it. The walls are a white, which I will change, the floor carpeted which was a bonus, a side table by the bed and a bookcase beside that. A chair across the room from the bookshelf, a TV across from the bed. Enough room for a chest at the end of my bed for things, shelves lining the walls, a small desk under the TV and enough room for two cribs. The closet and bathroom attached to the room by doors.
"This is perfect." I say out loud but more for myself. Scott doesn't say anything. In fact, he just stands there watching me with a frown on his face. I don't ask why. It's not my place.
"Can you help me set up the cribs?" I lay the two on my bed, the blue comforter sinking under the little weight, making sure they're not near the edge, and begin with one while he works on the other.
When it's done, I lay the twins in the identical brown cribs and stack the boxes with their things off to the side. I'll need to go through them but not yet. I trust my mom to have gotten everything they'll need. She did raise two of her own after all. Even if one was taken from her.
I do make sure to grab the baby monitor and set it up before leaving, one half in my hand.
On our way to the living room I pay attention, noticing the small art works on the wall, the carpeted and hardwood flooring, the dining area with the brown table and chairs. The kitchen with all the essentials, a pantry, white microwave, white fridge, nice brown cabinets, drawers, and doors with their designs and fancy handles. A black coffee pot, black oven with a white stove top, nice granite counter tops, black sink, window with curtains above the sink.
We pass the entryway again and I take in the sturdy staircase, the hall closet with its glass doors, not see through though.
We reach the living room and I sit beside my mom, glancing around.
There's a couch and two separate chairs, a coffee table, TV, fireplace with pictures I don't pay attention to on the ledge, a decent sized window and two lamps on either side of the room.
Scott sits on my other side, twisted to face me. The look on his face, you could tell he had a question.
"Go ahead Scott. Ask them. I know what you want to know."
He looks at me, face void of reaction. "Who are those two babies? Are they yours? Why have you come back? Now of all times."
"They're my best friend's twins. I was named godmother and she put, in a safe, in case anything happened to her, that she wanted me to raise her kids. She obviously wasn't planning on dying so soon. Since I am a minor, they were willing to let dad accept custody on my behalf until I came of age. He wasn't going to. I called mom. I explained everything to her." I sigh before continuing. "She agreed to take custody of me and the twins, dad let her. Now I'm here."
He was shocked when I told him my friend was dead but he accepted everything else in stride.
Mom stood up. "I have to work tomorrow so I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late talking." She told us as she walked up the stairs.
"Night mom. Love you." I call after her, Scott saying something similar.
When she's gone, Scott turns completely to face me. "I get that you're doing this for your friend but that's a lot to take on. What are you going to do about school? Work? How are you going to support them? Mom doesn't have enough money to do it and I work to help."
I smile a little. My brother. The saviour. "Don't worry Scott. I know what I'm doing. I'm not letting them be put into the system, I'm not letting mom lose the house, and they will not think of this as a bad environment to raise children in."
"How?" He questions.
"I have two years of school left, as you well know, during that time I will be working from home. I already have the job and everything. That way they'll be in daycare while I'm at school and other than that, I'll be with them. I may need to attend a meeting every now and then but a babysitter can fix that."
He nods, accepting that for an answer. "What are their names?"
I smile a little at that. "Noah and Abigail. Noah's seven minutes older."
He looked at the monitor. "Do they normally sleep that well?"
Laughing, I shake my head. "No, not really. Sometimes they sleep well but normally they tend to wake up a lot. I think jetlag got them." I shrug, knowing it was a possibility when we boarded the plane. The doctor had said they'd be fine flying but that they could sleep for a while after. "Doc said it might happen, that they'd be fine and not to worry." I told Scott, in case he was worried.
He glances up at me. "How are you?"
"I'm great little brother. A lot to deal with but I'm adjusting." I smile a little. "What about you? I haven't talked to you in years." I frown at that.
He hesitates a moment before replying. "I'm okay."
He sounds unsure of his reply, which makes me wonder what's going on. "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't sound very sure."
"Really Serena, I'm okay." He smiles. "Just some changes and things going on in my life."
I nod at that. "Sounds familiar." I giggle. "If you ever need to talk or need help, I'm here. Just ask."
"Thanks. Might take you up on that."
I take my phone out of my pocket, turning it on to check the time. It's ten at night. Not late but late enough for me. "It's getting late for me. I have to find a daycare, go to the office to sign some things for my job, register for school, unpack the boxes, go shopping for some things, paint my room, and everything for the twins. Diapers, feeding, naps, playing, a daily walk… Busy busy busy." I laugh.
He grins a little, barely lifting the corner of his mouth. "Then I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow." He stands.
I do too, standing awkwardly. "Good night brother. Remember, you can come talk to me anytime you need." I tell him as I'm walking away. "I love you Scott. I'm happy to back. Hopefully now I can be your sister again."
"Good night Serena." He starts to walk away. "I will, thank you." He heads up the stairs. "Love you too." It sounds so awkward coming from him, it makes me sad.
I close my door quietly, tip toeing to my bed and sliding under the covers, exhausted.
l NEXT DAY l
I wake up to one of the twins crying. Rolling over, I place my feet on the ground and stand. Pausing for a moment before walking to the twins.
Abby was the one crying.
I pick her up and rock her for a minute, calming her down, before noticing Noah is still sleeping. Smiling, I tip toe to the boxes and rummage in one, all of them labeled with what's in them, until I find a bottle and the formula.
Sneaking past Noah, I head to the kitchen to make the bottle. When it's made, I bring it and Abby to the living room, sitting on the couch and feeding her while I look around.
There's pictures of Scott at different ages and I smile a little at how goofy my brother looks in some of them.
There's another boy in most of the photos, he looks around my brother's age. I wonder who he is.
After burping her a couple times, letting her finish the bottle, I take her back to my room.
I change her diaper and rock her a bit more before putting her back in the empty crib while I get ready for the day. Changing into more "professional" clothing.
After getting ready, I unpack most of the boxes, leaving two for later.
Almost all their things are away, all mine are, and my room is looking a little more like a room. Definitely a little crowded. The way it's supposed to be.
After all that, I get the twins ready and put them in the red stroller at the front door, quickly putting the things they'll need in a diaper bag and placing it in the basket underneath their seats.
Scott comes down the stairs and starts getting ready for whatever his plans for the day are. "I'm off. I'll see you later." I call to him as I leave.
Mom said I could take her car so I got the twins in their seats, the stroller in the trunk, and then got in the driver's side. Heading towards town.
Once we got there, I parked and got the stroller ready, getting the kids into it, we started our walk. I noticed two daycares on our walk and got a pamphlet for both so I could look them over and decide at home later in the day. I then noticed a day home and paused outside the door before knocking.
From the outside, I can see it's a three floor house. Looks big, probably plenty of room. The clean white boards that make up front of the house, plus the clean windows, mowed lawn, and tended to trees and flowers, tell me the house is well taken care of. Outside at least. The door is a dark red with a black doorknob and bell. Peep hole higher than my head.
A young girl, about my age, blonde with green eyes, tiny bit taller than me, answers the door.
"Hello. Welcome to the Evans Family Day Home. I'm Melanie Evans. No, I don't work here but it is my home." She laughs. "My older sister runs the day home. During business hours I answer the door with that because I do help her out."
I laugh and grin at the girl. "That's very nice of you. I'm looking for a day home for my twins." I gesture to the two in the stroller. "I'm going to be starting school and need somewhere that's open at about eight and can keep them 'til about four."
She smiles down at the twins before glancing at me as I spoke. "Well, she's open from six-thirty to six. Even willing to watch children later than that if she gets enough warning. Why don't you come in and you can meet my sister."
I nod my head, taking the twins out and closing the stroller. Melanie takes it and brings it inside, leaning it against the railing.
"Follow me. I think her and the kids are having story time." I smile, following her up the carpeted stairs to a gate she opens and closes once we're both past, through a kitchen that's huge and very different from the one in my house, into the living room just off to the side of it.
The walls are a nice, light green, the carpet an off white/light brown sort of color. There's a flat screen with a small table against it and two giant couches lining the walls. The couches are almost the same color as the floor. There's a wall of windows behind one couch.
In the centre of the room a woman is sitting with a book and a couple kids around her, a playpen with a toddler in it is beside her.
"You can sit if you want, she'll be done soon then it's time for the little ones' naps. We can talk then."
I thank her and sit on the couch facing her with the twins in my arms, listening to the story. The twins, who had been fine the entire walk, just blabbering and giggling, though they did cry a bit in both daycares, start to fuss in my arms. I bounce them on my knee, lightly, which helps and let them see the book. The giggle a bit through the book.
Once the story is done, Noah yawns, rubbing his eyes, and I laugh a little. The woman gets the kids ready for bed, drinks and blankets, and lays the oldest two on the couch, the toddler in the playpen and takes the other two into another room while I sit on the couch.
When she's done she comes into the room. "Hi there. I'm Ash-Lynn. Why don't we go into the office to talk?" She motions for us to follow.
The office is a room in a hallway by the stairs and the gate. It's the first room on the right, a bathroom across from it on the left.
She brings a chair from a desk and lets me sit in it while she takes a seat in one in front of a computer.
"I'm Serena, by the way. This is Abby and Noah."
I struggle to get comfortable with the twins on my lap in a small chair which she notices. "Do you mind?" She questions, reaching for Noah. I shake my head, if she's going to watch them I better not, and let her hold him.
He doesn't mind either, playing with her fingers and cooing while Abby watches him. I pull two toys out of my sweater pocket and give one to Abby, which she takes and kisses before throwing it onto the floor. Melanie laughs and hands it back to her. They continue this game while I talk.
"As I told Melanie, I need a place for the twins to go while I'm in school. From eight until four. They're almost a year. They do say quite a few words but since the airplane they've been a bit tired. They get two naps a day right now but, waking them up that early, they could have one a couple hours after getting here than one in the afternoon and one in the evening with me. I would send bottles, diapers, wipes, change of clothes, anything else they may need."
Ash-Lynn nods, playing with Noah and his toy. "Well, they're definitely welcome here." She smiles.
"How much do you charge?" That's the thing that will decide for me.
"For you? Young mother with twins? Five hundred."
I gap at her. Is she serious? That's a very great price.
"Are you sure? That's quite low."
She giggles. "I know. I opened this place for people like you who could use a break when it comes to the overpriced daycares around here. I don't accept everyone. Some people can handle the daycares price and I want to be here for those that can't. I like you and you seem like you could use a break. My family's wealthy anyway so I don't need a lot of money."
"Well then. Thank you so much! I appreciate that."
"I'm assuming you just moved here, correct?" I nod. "Well then, I also assume you have some errands to run, right?" I nod again. "Why don't you leave the twins here, see how it works, and if you want to leave them with me for school after that, we can talk when you pick them up. Sound good?"
"Yes, that would be lovely! Thank you so much! I shouldn't be much longer anyway, just a few more errands." I stand and hug her. "You're amazing."
She laughs at that and Melanie takes Abby, smiling at her.
I sneak out so they won't cry and get in the car.
I'm a little hesitant to leave them here, I don't know these people. But they have other children in their care and they don't seem incompetent.
I call my mom and tell her about the home and she tells me she knows them, not to worry and to trust them, which eases my mind a little. We hang up and I drive off. Promising not to take too long.
I stop by the office, going by the address on my phone. Briskly walking in through the gorgeous lobby, marble flooring, floor to ceiling windows everywhere, brass everywhere else. The handles, window edges, elevator, all brass. There's a sitting area right by a receptionist desk, I head to the desk where a blonde haired, brown eyed female is sitting. She glances up as I walk towards her.
"Hello, welcome to Biggs Publishing. My names Chelsea, how can I help you?"
"Hi. My names Serena, I'm here to sign some papers for my job. Mr. Anders is expecting me."
"One moment please." She dials a number on the phone, waiting until someone picks up. "Mr. Anders, you're eleven o'clock is here." She listens for a moment before hanging up. "Penthouse. He'll be waiting." She gestures to the elevators and turns back to her work.
I shrug before getting into an elevator. I didn't even get to thank her. She must be really busy.
When it stops on the penthouse floor I exit the elevator to see a man standing by the wall. "Hello Ms. McCall. I'm Mr. Anders. Please come on in." He leads me to a couch not far from the elevators. I sit and he lays some papers on the coffee table in front of me. He's tall, white hair and brown eyes, crinkles under the eyes from lots of smiling. He's wearing a tailored suit and suddenly I feel very under dressed.
"These are the papers I was telling you about, feel free to look them over. Would you like some water?"
"Please." I smile as I read the papers in front of me. He walks to a mini fridge and grabs a bottle, handing it to me.
I take a sip as I read. When I'm done, I sign and hand them to him. He takes them and hands me several papers.
"This is all about the company, the team, what we do here, what we expect from you, how you'll be given the books to edit, things about the meetings… All that. Everything you'll need to know. My number is on one. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call." I nod. "I'm sorry to rush you and just hand you a bunch of papers but you have experience, you know what to do and how busy it gets. I have another meeting in a few minutes and wanted you to have everything you'd need."
I laugh, shaking my head. "No need to apologize. My last boss did almost the same thing. His job was chaos too." I stand, shaking his hand. "I'll call if I need anything. Thank you." He bows his head and watches me enter the elevator.
Once I'm back in the car, I drive to the school, planning on getting all of this done today.
The school, Beacon Hills High School, looks like any ordinary States School. It's big, looks a little run down, has a sign with the name, and on the front doors tells visitors to go to the office. Which is where I go. It's almost directly by the doors I enter so all I see is a hall way, lockers, and the tiled floor.
I enter the office and walk up to a lady behind a desk. "Hello, I'm here to register for school." She types something.
"What grade would be going into?"
"Eleven." I answer as she types more.
"Mrs. Ramsey is the juniors' Vice Principal. I'll call and see if she has a moment."
I thank her as she dials. Standing there, I glance around the office while she talks. There's many chairs, the desk, some people behind it and lots of doors for the vice principals and principal plus whoever else gets an office.
The woman hangs up and looks at me. "She'll see you in a moment. Just wait in one of the chairs and she'll come get you."
I thank her and take a seat. The chairs is wood and the seat is an off red almost carpet type fabric.
It doesn't take long before the principal to walk out of her office and up to me. "I'm Mrs. Ramsey. Please follow me to my office."
I do and then I sit in a chair exactly like the one I had just vacated.
"You'd like to register to be a student here I understand."
"Yes ma'am. I just moved here and want to finish school. I have all my transcripts, signed forms from my mom, everything you'll need."
"Good. Alright. Let's see."
I grab them from my bag, the one I'd taken out of the car when I parked at the school, not needing it until then. I hand her all the papers, even a copy of the custody report.
She looks them over, has me sign some more things and pick out classes then I'm all set to start school in a week.
I thank her and leave, heading back to the day home to pick up the twins.
/A/N: Thank you for getting to the end of my first chapter. Don't worry, it'll get more exciting. Serena's here to stay and that will be interesting for Scott. Will she find out his secret? Maybe. But I will tell you Scott and Serena will become siblings once again. You'll learn why she left. You'll learn more about her friend. She'll meet Scott's friends and enemies. ;)
It definitely won't be this boring next chapter or from now on really. Every now and then I'll throw in a cutesy chapter just for the heck of it but from now on it'll follow the show for the most part. Except, of course, when she's not with them. Then you'll get to see what she's up to.
Abby and Noah are very good children and some might say they're too good but I am basing them off of one year olds I know personally so… Yeah. These two are adorable, will sit with you as long as you'll hold them, won't cry unless they get hurt or they don't know what's going on/don't want you to leave them. Will play nicely and everything… You'll see more fighting and crying and things out of them later on though, when they get used to their new surroundings.
Oh and it may not be quite this long again but I could be persuaded… ;)
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