Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. All rights and credits go to Jeff Davis and MTV. I do, however own my original characters Camille and Jessica and all other original plot lines.
She hated airports. They were loud, crowded, and to make matters worse, Camille thought her arms were going to fall off. She felt sticky and claustrophobic as her and her mother found their way out of a relatively packed California airport. Between pulling her heavy suitcase, a purse strapped around her, and holding a 10 pound Savannah cat in a carrier, you could definitely say she was overloaded. Camille was sure she looked a mess, with her untied shoelaces and wrinkled clothes. She swore that travelling made her more lazy than usual.
Glancing at her mother, who somehow looked flawless after sitting in a plane for 4 hours, Camille saw that she had a hand free. "Uh, Mom, would you please carry Hannibal for me?" she asked, using the most innocent face she could muster. She knew her mom would probably say no, but it never hurt to ask, right? Her mom shook her head and chuckled at her.
"Oh no, honey. You brought this on yourself. You wanted a cat, so you get the full responsibility of having one," her mother responded, grinning at her. "And responsibility entails carrying him in his carrier"
Camille pouted, knowing there was no use arguing, because her mom was right. Lots of people said he was scary because he looked so much like a wild cat, but Hannibal was a big softie. As if he knew they were talking about him, Hannibal twitched in his carrier. "I know, Hannibal, were almost out of here," she cooed, bringing his carrier higher so she could talk to him. He squirmed once again and let out a meow before settling down.
"Speaking of getting out of here, Mom, when's dad coming?" she asked as they came to a stop outside the airport that was cluttered with taxis, cars, and people that were coming and going.
"Well," her mother paused to check her watch. "It's almost 2 so we have about 20 minutes until your dad said he'd be here. What'd you say we go over to Starbucks and get some coffees?" she suggested, pointing over across the street to the shop.
"That would be amazing," Camille replied, always up for coffee. They crossed the street and as they neared the shop, her mom's phone rang. She pulled it out and checked the caller ID, which read Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.
"It's the hospital, sorry Camille," she told her, giving a small smile. "Could you order for the both of us? Also, text your dad and tell him we're at Starbucks."
"No problem, Mom." Camille was used to this, seeing as her mom was such a busy person. So, she set her suitcase and Hannibal's carrier down next to a small table outside the shop where her mother sat down to answer her phone. She then entered the store and waited in line, pulling out her phone from her purse to text her dad where they were. Setting her phone back in her bag, she thought back on how her summer went.
For the past month, Camille and her mother Jessica were living in Los Angeles. They were visiting her aunt who lived there, and it had been a fun month full of shopping and cute boys. There was definitely something in the water over there because every other boy she saw was gorgeous. Most of them were assholes, but gorgeous nonetheless. Living there made her realize she wanted to live in a big city after she graduated. She loved Beacon Hills, but it didn't compare at all.
Camille shook away the thoughts of summer when it was her turn to order. She smiled at the cute barista who grinned back and told him her orders, paid then stepped away. When she got the drinks and walked back to the table where her mom was, she was still on the phone. She set her mom's drink in front of her and took a seat at the table. She sat there for a while, taking in the crowded area of the airport and relaxed.
Taking a sip of her Italian Roast coffee, she almost moaned. Starbucks may be overpriced, but damn it was good. Camille was a bit of an addict, she loved tea and coffee and she really tried to have some on her at all times. This was a passion she shared with the Sheriff at Beacon Hills, and she often went to the station to bring him her homemade pot that he couldn't get enough of. As her thoughts lead to the Sheriff, she remembered she wanted to call someone.
She dug through her bag to find her phone, glancing down to see where it was. Rummaging around a little more, she took it out of her bag and set it on the table. She really needed to clean her bag, it was way too cluttered. Camille played with the frayed edges of her shorts as it rang. He technically should be in school right now, but he was never really one to follow rules.
"Hey Camille! How are you and your mom? Are finally in Beacon Hills?" an excited voice came over the line, making her smile.
"Hi Stiles! We're great, how about you? We landed, we're just waiting for my dad to pick us up and I thought I should call you to say hi," Camille tells him, tapping her fingers on the table. "Where's Scott? Are you guys in free period or something?"
"I'm good Camille. Yeah, it's free period and we're just," He paused to cough. "Uh you know, o-on the field doing some practice. Anyway, Scott's right here, just hold on a sec."
He was lying. Camille could tell even over the phone. His voice hitched, he stuttered, and changed the subject, all classic symptoms of Stiles's terrible lying. She wouldn't bring it up now, though, she would the next time she had an opportunity to grill him, where he couldn't hang up or anything.
Scott and Stiles are some of her best friends she's known for a long time. She lives across the street from Scott, so they were around each other a lot growing up. Stiles was along with them too, so since diapers they've been really close. For a few moments, all she hears is muffled movement and words on the other line.
"Hey Camille how's it going? How was the flight?" Scott asked, voice sounding strained.
"Hey Scott, I'm good, everything was good," Camille replied, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong Scott? You sound weird. Is it Stiles? I knew something was off, what's he doing this time?"
Stiles had a bad habit of doing stupid things and stringing Scott, and occasionally herself along. Camille usually tried her best not to get caught up in his shenanigans, but it was like a talent of his. At any rate, Scott was obviously in pain or something and it was probably because of Stiles.
"Um, nothing, just some, uh, lacrosse train –" Scott was cut off and it sounded like the wind was knocked out of him.
Then, all she heard what sounded like Stiles's phone dropping, Scott cursing, and faintly, Stiles saying something about his aim. What the hell was going on? On second thought, maybe she didn't want to know. Sometimes, the shit Scott and Stiles did was so stupid, it made her head hurt. Suddenly, she heard Stiles voice again.
"Hey! Sorry about that Camille but we've got to go, bye!"
"Wha –" Stiles quickly hung up on her before she could question anything.
Pulling her phone away from her ear, Camille shook her head. Yeah, she definitely did not want to know what was happening there. She just hoped Scott was fine because of his severe asthma. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she opened it to read the text.
'I'm here.' Was all it read, and Camille looked up and around to search for him.
Then she saw her dad come around the front of his car and towards them, she hopped up from her chair, grinning and going in for a hug.
"Hey dad! It's good to see you!" she said, leaning her head to rest on his shoulder. He hugged her back, and they stayed there for a second or two before releasing each other.
"You too, Camille. Look, you've grown so much!" he exclaimed, pinching her cheeks. Camille groaned and swatted his hands away, knowing he liked doing that to tease her.
"Seriously Dad? We skyped like, every day."
"I know, I know."
Camille rolled her eyes and grinned. She had missed her dad a lot over the summer, although they kept up as much as possible in between texting, calling and skyping. They were both busy, but they made time. Her aunt back in LA owned a small coffee and book shop that she worked at during her time there. It was great, and there were no books she couldn't borrow. Practically heaven.
Her mom had finished her conversation and came up behind them, Camille stepping to the side so she could say hello. She walked up, hugging her dad and kissing him. Camille wasn't really bothered by this; her parents were pretty touchy-feely in front of her all the time.
"Hello Alan, how was the drive?" she asked, smiling, wrapped in his arms.
"It was fine, Jessica. C'mon let's get your things in the car, hm?" he offered, letting her go and going back to his car to open the trunk. Her mom nodded and went with him, picking her things up from around the table, speaking with him quietly.
Camille turned to their table, juggling her coffee, a cat carrier, and her suitcase in her hands. She ambled over to the car and stuffed her suitcase in to the trunk with some help from her dad. Then she opened the door and put Hannibal's carrier into the car before letting herself inside and shutting the door behind her. Setting down her drink in a cup hole, she sighed. A nap sounded really good right now. Opening the little door of the carrier and taking Hannibal out, she set him on her lap. He settled himself down instantly, purring, happy to finally be free. She absentmindedly pets him while getting out her earbuds. Turning on some music, she slowly fell asleep.
It was about 30 minutes into the drive and the only noise was Camille and Hannibal's light breathing. Alan's eyes flicked up from the road to the rearview mirror to make sure Camille was deeply sleeping. She wouldn't hear anything with her music playing, anyway. Of course Alan was happy to have both his girls back home, but the timing was terrible. An Alpha in Beacon Hills was killing innocent people left and right. He had put off telling Jessica until now. Explaining this was not going to be fun.
"Jessica," he started, gripping the wheel tighter. "We have a bit of a situation in Beacon Hills. There's an Alpha."
"I was wondering when you were going to tell me." Is all she says, lips pursed as if she was waiting for this moment.
Alan shoots her a look. How did she know?
Jessica isn't mad, just tired. Supernatural occurrences were not something new to her. She goes to explain. "A few days ago, Melissa called to check up on me. Mentioned there were a couple animal attacks recently. So I searched up the stories and I knew right off the bat. Alpha. Why didn't you tell me sooner Alan?"
Sighing, Alan mechanically makes a turn before answering. "I hoped the problem would go away eventually. But I knew something was bound to happen. It's been quiet for too long, Jessica."
"What else, Alan?" Alan glanced at his wife, who was looking at her interlocked hands, jaw tense. He hated the answer, but he had to tell her.
"The Alpha bit Scott." Alan replied, voice weary. Scott was a good kid, and he didn't deserve what he got. But if anyone could handle being turned into a werewolf, it was Scott McCall. The kid was pretty resilient.
"Scott? Scott Mcall?" Jessica's voice was complete disbelief. "Our Scott?"
Alan nodded, face solemn and continued to tell his wife his thoughts on the happenings of Beacon Hills. "Jessica, I don't think this problem will go away. I think this is just the beginning."
Camille woke to Hannibal nudging his paws against her arm. Moving her arm out of his reach, she pulled out her earbuds and stretched, hearing something crack. That was a really satisfying nap. Hannibal let out a string of meows, and Camille pet him to stop him. God, he was cute, but he was way too loud.
"Are you finally awake, sweetheart?" Her dad asked her, making eye contact with her in the rearview mirror.
"Yup." Camille replied, looking around at her surroundings. It was all very familiar, and Camille started to recognize her neighborhood through sleepy eyes.
"Well that's good because we're here." Her dad brought the car to a stop in the garage. They all exited the car, Camille first putting Hannibal back in his carrier and setting it down outside the car. She grabbed her now cold coffee and suitcase and entered her house with Hannibal, which was just as welcoming and warm as it was a month ago.
Walking up the stairs with all that in her hands was such a task. God she was so lazy. She entered her room and stopped at the doorway. A smile slipped onto her face. Nothing had changed since she left. She had missed the comfort of her slate gray walls and her forest green comforters. A sudden rush of homesickness hit her. Camille was glad she was back in Beacon Hills. Sighing and glancing around once more, she set down her bag on her bed and methodically changed into a comfy pair of pajama shorts and an oversized sweater. Slipping on some fuzzy socks, Camille was in her 'I'm not leaving the house unless someone is dying outfit'. It was good to be home.
She took an antsy Hannibal out of his carrier, scratching behind his ears just how he liked. Camille trudged down the stairs to see her parents sitting on the couch and talking, probably catching up on things. Walking over to the couch, she sat down right in between them, successfully interrupting their conversation. Yes, she's annoying but they love her so, whatever. They rolled their eyes and made more room for her. "So, can we order Chinese?"
Her dad glanced at his watch, and then clicked his tongue. "Well, you two can but I have to go back to the clinic, I need to finish up some work." He stood and kissed both their foreheads before getting his keys from a bowl in the kitchen. "I'll be back around 7," he told them before leaving through the garage door.
Jessica sat at an arm chair wringing her hands worriedly. It had been four hours since Alan left, two since he said he'd be back. Something was definitely wrong. Alan was usually never late, and if he was, he would always give a call. Two hours of radio silence was nothing like Alan, and she could tell something had happened to him. Jessica hoped to higher powers it wasn't what she feared.
Checking the time on her phone, she sighed. It read 9:15. She stood and paced, catching the attention of her daughter. Camille had been sitting with her mother, watching an ANTM marathon on the television. Jessica could tell Camille wasn't sure what got her so worried, and she tried not to let it show.
Making eye contact with her, Jessica tried to look as comforting as possible in her concerned state. "He probably just got a late patient he needed to patch up. You should head to bed hun, it's been a long day."
"It's okay Mom, I'll wait up for him with you." Camille gave her a half smile, pulling up her extra-long sleeves to run a hand through her hair. "I know he'll be fine, he always is. Don't worr –"
Camille was cut off by the shrill ringing of Jessica's phone. She immediately answered, not even checking who it was.
"Hello?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.
"Hello, is this Jessica Deaton? We were told that you're Alan Deaton's emergency contact," a voice came over the line, speaking slowly and calmly.
Jessica sharply inhaled and closed her eyes, dreading what they would tell her. He can't be dead. "Yes, um," she cleared her throat. " I'm his wife. What's happened?" Jessica's voice trembled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Camille's head snap up at her words.
"Well, ma'am, there's been an incident at Beacon Hills High School."