Disclaimer: Neither Lost Girl nor Teen Wolf and its subsequent characters are in any way my creation; nor does my fan fiction endow me with any kind of monetary gain. All writing posted here is simply done for pleasure.
Author's Note: First off, thank you to Jessara1 and Guest(who chooses to be anonymous) for your reviews. I also was going to wait to post but at Guest's urging, here ya go! There is simply not enough Lost Girl/Teen Wolf crossover fiction and I plan to right this serious injustice. Fellow supporters raise your fingers and type away! Also, all back story from Seasons 1 to 2 are in effect here, Deviates after Season 2's end (Teen Wolf) and picks up where Season 3 left off (Lost Girl). Be a few more days before the next.
: : : : : :Low, rumbling vibrations woke the slumbering female from the deep; sight bleary in the early morning. Raising her palms, Erica rubbed away the last dregs of her dream and glanced down at her bed partner, Isaac still drifting in slumber, wrapped in his cover. Wasn't you then, the brown-eyed girl shook her hair out over her shoulders and stood, stretching before going to explore the house for what had woken her.
Bruce was just shucking the last of the eggs onto a plate when the young woman entered the room, glancing up at her confused smile, "Morning." The soft gravel of his voice was pleasant to her sensitive ears, like the shifting of sand as it settled back on the beach and she beamed noting he had prepared not only for himself but the group it would seem,
"That for all of us?" Erica was already reaching for one of the plates before he had nodded his consent, and she spooned some of the scrambled gold onto one side then a slice of browned toast, "Thanks." As she watched him shift around the kitchen, running the cast iron pan beneath the water to rinse but not scrub, she found that despite his size he seemed comfortable in the place, "Do you like to cook?"
The look he attempted to give her over the round bulge of his shoulder seemed to indicate not many people inquired about his likes or dislikes and he took a minute before nodding, "I grow my own herbs when I'm home." Taking a seat, Bruce kept his weight balanced through his legs; making sure not to put too much weight on the chair or the table, "I think they have the most flavor. I actually trained alongside the chef who runs the kitchen for the family." Erica' picked up on the hesitation before he'd smoothed over into the word family, the man obviously trying not to give any names away.
Instead of pushing like she normally would, the blonde nodded, nibbling on toast, "Sorry we don't have much here. Derek likes to keep things simple." She thumbed at the older model fridge, its wires hooked into a car battery as a makeshift genie, "I'm surprised it was even on, mostly it just houses stuff we don't want animals getting into."
Bruce nodded, he had noticed the oddity earlier, but then they were living in a burnt out house on the edge of town; he had assumed roughing it was just the life here. Asking how long they had been there lead Erica into discussion about the Hale house itself, then how the group of young wolves had come together; their old haunt at the station, the hunters and finally why they had returned to the woods. The bit about her friend and she leaving he had already heard, but pieced together with the rest of the story he could see the reasoning, "And your family?"
Erica shrugged, glancing down at her empty plate and pulling fruit from the bowl in the center of the table to fill it, "Grades are fine, I make it for dinner when my dad's there." It was easier to see past her own desires, see the truth in why Derek had chosen the group of misfits that he had, "We're all like that. Isaac doesn't have anyone to miss him, Boyd's mom is probably glad he's out of her hair." Her voice was bitter, the sound too natural for someone so young, "Mine doesn't notice."
"Oh my gawd," the second half of the pair of visitors ran the rest of the way on bare feet into the kitchen to hug the younger woman, "You need some serious therapy time when we get things handled." Erica's eyes bulged slightly at the tiny girl's strength but did not push her away from stroking her hair, the action quite comforting and she flushed, "Spa day? Shopping? You name it."
The she wolf chuckled, patting her arm until she released her, the chick stealing some of the grapes she had on her plate, "Mmmm these are good," circling the room she picked up a piece of toast but ignored the cooked chicken fetuses, "So has anyone heard from the slim man?"
The two early birds shrugged, Erica's legs crossing under her chair to hook her feet around one of the legs, "I didn't check to see if Derek was up yet, but scouting generally covers a few days. Peter probably won't make a call until the end of the week."
"Will he need supplies?" The question came from Bruce, Kenzi not doubting the elder man able to take care of himself and Erica shook her head with a wry smile about to answer when another voice joined in, entering from the open back doors,
"If there's one thing my Uncle is it's resourceful," Derek's voice was ripe with derisive humor, "He'll be fine." The man moved to pile his plate without anything further, Kenzi kicking his chair when he sat down, his raised brows and Did you just? attitude not dissuading her,
"Yo dude, manners. My man here went to a lot of trouble."
The wolf looked from the unwashed, same-clothes human to the hulking mass occupying the seat across from him, "…It's my food." The icy glare came from slit lids and Derek got the distinct impression the imp might actually test him. He sighed, turning to face the larger man, deferring to the girl's suggestion, "Thanks, it looks… good."
Light brows drew up on the Erica's forehead, the teen choosing to go get her classmate rather than comment on the exchange in the kitchen in front of the subjects. Flouncing into their shared room, Erica pounced on the bed, the piled mattresses having just enough spring left to jostle the slumbering body onto the floor. An unashamed laugh rang out in the room, Erica covering her mouth with both hands curling inwards as she looked over the side, "Sorry."
Isaac glared, his cheeks pale from staying watch most the night, unable to sleep as he thought about the pack's current division. About Erica's near capture, about Boyd being captured and oddly enough that Derek's weird psychotic family member cared enough to volunteer his help. The man did not live with him, he had just been training the day before, he didn't have to go out looking when he did. "What?"
Erica wiggled on the bed, lower body shaking as she backed up when he stood, "You have to come downstairs. Not only is there breakfast," she ran a tongue over her teeth, still hungry, "Derek's listening to someone for a change."
Isaac spun around from his place changing shirts, his arms just through his sleeves, the T not over his head yet, "What?"
Erica sprang up snatching his hand, "Come on, its almost gone!" Isaac trailed after, still trying to slip on his clothes, barely getting his nose out the neckline and able to see to get down the stairs.
: : : : : :Later on, dishes empty, Kenzi stood at the sink filling the basin with water and the small bottle of Dawn that she was not sure which pup had been aware enough to bring into the house. It was easy to imagine what Derek would consider cleaning. The pull of the plate being taken from out of her fingers had her shaking her head to clear her mind, a slow blink wiping the last of the tongue imagery from her head, "Is telepathy a big thing with you guys?"
Derek's lips tipped just a small amount at the ends in what Kenzi could only describe as smugness, "What would I be doing with dishes?" He wiped down the plate he had stolen with a stray cloth before setting it in a crafted dry rack. The man didn't miss the blush along her cheeks, studying it as she didn't answer and they continued until everything from the morning was done.
Turning around, the homeowner rested his hips along the counter, "We don't do much during the day."
Kenzi looked over, head tilted as she folded her arms on the counter stretching her back, "Are you just stating a fact or did you want to follow that with a suggestion?"
Jaw shifting, a loud grunt escaped the stoic creature before he turned, "I'm going to take you into town," head dipping or his arm moving to gesture, "Get your things, show you around. You can share your thoughts on what we can work on here."
The smile Kenzi's face broke into was worth the breach in Derek's comfort zone for including her in home, "You're alright," the small push of a bro moment pushing into his shoulder was a bit much, but he let it slide as the girl headed out the kitchen.
On the lawn, Erica nudged her friend with her elbow, giving a small nod to the window looking in on two as they broke apart, "See?" Isaac shrugged, dodging as his friend swiped a claw at him attempting to catch him off guard,
"Whatever you say," the Beta crouched low, building up his energy in his legs as he took off at her, trying to stay serious about their training. Sparring with one another was not as challenging as yesterday's session with Peter and Derek, but he appreciated the step down. Though his back had healed with yesterday's exercise, the image of his back in the mirror after Derek had cleared out the last of the monkshood oil had instilled a level of appreciation for his healing factor he hadn't known he was taking for granted.
Eyes flashing, Erica dodged his attack, tumbling until she could position her legs beneath her for a jump. When she crashed into his shoulders, Isaac' stumbled back onto the ground, the young woman raising her one arm up, the other pressed against his throat just enough to show dominance, "You don't want me to be right, do you?"
The sound was accusing, not something Isaac expected given how little either of them know the girl who had returned Erica to them, "What?"
A low snarl slipped past lengthening canines, the blonde's transformation less wild looking than her male counterparts but just as effective, "You like her."
Isaac's quirky smile did calm the girl down but he tried to make his body as pliant as possible under hers in a sign of submission, "I don't know her."
Erica leaned forward, gold gaze disappearing to reveal her natural brown, "You know me." The two stared at one another, her aggression no less but Isaac's throat free and her claws running into his thick curls. The teen lay still under her before she grinned, lifting one leg off him to stand overtop reaching down to help him up, "Come on, that stuff wasn't enough earlier, I need something real."
Isaac stared after her as she disappeared into the house, thinking perhaps Peter wasn't the only one off balance these days. Hot, but crazy.
: : : : : :Everything hurt; there wasn't a bone not broken, a piece of flesh not clawed. Boyd both hated and loved the cold floor beneath him for soothing his aches, but stinging still open wounds. A wound from an Alpha takes longer to heal, how long would it take when they had been done over and over?
Light pressure asserted itself along his back and a warning rumble rose in his throat before a set of fingers petted the back of his neck, "Shh, you'll bring them back." The girl, of course. Boyd relaxed, managing to open one swollen eye to look at her. She'd healed a bit since yesterday, for whatever reason quicker than he could.
Hair, possibly light brown at one point but gone unwashed for so long it just looked greasy, hung down over her shoulders. The thin shirt she was captured in stained from the blood she'd soaked up off his body the first night they'd dropped him in with her. How long? He closed his eyes, he knew it was important to keep track but it could wait, "You ok?"
The girl nodded, her eyes quick to survey the new damage that had been inflicted on her fellow prisoner. The slashes along his back were the worst, Ennis's favorite choice, "Your legs?"
Boyd focused past the pain, the need to stay still, and wiggled his toes. The movement set fire along his body and he howled, the girl moving quick to pull him into her body in one go so she could wrap the inside of her arm in front of his mouth. The other one went under his chin to keep him from biting. Fear permeated the room as their ears picked up on the sound of toe nails clicking against the floor outside the door.
When it swung open the dark She wolf stood at the entrance, arm holding onto the top of the door, body melting into the curved frame, "We've told you about playing doctor Cora." Alpha and Omega, the two eyed each other with equal measure before the feral woman stepped into the vault, "Looks like you need another lesson."
Cora snarled, holding Boyd in her lap, body leaning over still trying to shield him when it was clear now attention was on her, "You can't keep doing this."
Kali grinned showcasing elongated fangs, "Oh honey, we can do whatever we want." The youth was in her hand, gripped by the throat before Cora had a chance to slash at her properly, "If you weren't kin you'd be dead by now," a dark claw wrapped around Kali's ankle and she looked down at the other teen in their holding,
"Let her go." Boyd's words came out on a grunt, red tinged saliva drooling out on the floor. Unimpressed, the Alpha raised her leg and Cora winced at the sound of a heel connecting with the Beta's head. : : : : : :
"Hey!" Derek pushed the passenger side window button up, for the first time wishing he had a child lock, "One of the other."
Kenzi fanned herself off in melodramatic fashion, popping the top buttons on the long sleeve she was still in from yesterday, "Why would you guys do this to yourself? Don't you have like, an aversion to the heat? Thick fur animals should stay cool."
Derek gave her an odd look, not his usual annoyance, "This is nice out. It's not even 80." A long groan escaped the human and he rolled his eyes choosing to instead focus on the road, "Just point out the hotel when we get to it."
Pulling over a few minutes later, Kenzi held her shoes in her hand, skipping on the concrete to keep her toes from burning and jimmying the key into the lock before disappearing inside. When she did not reappear within a few minutes, Derek cut the engine and headed in. They really did just get in town, two bags were on the floor; one open with clothes smelling strong of wolf, the other much larger and filled to the point that items stretched tight under the bag's fabric. Curiosity was not just a cat's weakness.
Glancing towards the bathroom where the shower was running, thick fingers reached unzipping the bulging bag, its contents spilling out in a wave. Cursing, the Alpha failed to catch the majority of items before they could clatter noisily to the carpeted floor. When the shower cut off, the man scrambled to pick up the array of small tubs, compact containers and… butterfly knives? Holding a green encased blade, Derek's lips pursed together, listening for the sound of fabric sliding over skin as the girl dressed, peaking further into the travel pack, weapons and make up. Who carries a mace?
Door opening, Derek jerked back at the wave of untainted freshness wafting from the washroom, nose twitching. Free of the strange wolf musk, the crisp bite of the girl's own scent assaulting the unprepared Alpha's senses while his pupils blew wide. Pausing in the doorway, Kenzi tilted her head, a makeup free face making her eyes look even bigger as she caught him committing the ultimate crime, "Are you going through my stuff?"
Red handed, the wolf just looked down at the items in his hands then back to her as she crossed the room to collect a few choice tubes and a single jar of eye cream, "Good luck with the zipper." She closed the door behind her to finish getting ready, smiling in satisfaction when she heard a small growl of frustration. She'd had to wait a good minute on Bruce trying to close it before they hit the road. If Derek hadn't had trouble she would have been surprised.
: : : : : :They separated just before the grocer's market, Kenzi having given the wolf a full run down about what they could start with to make his home more suitable, "I know you all have some super balancing act going for you, but you might consider a full banister, maybe complete stairs…" That in mind, the Alpha had dropped her off outside the store and headed on leaving her with one of quite a few cards she had spotted in his wallet.
Buying for Bo and herself had gotten easier when their Investigation Agency had taken off, before those freelance jobs that had cut them back a bit, back to how it had been before they had agreed to put their minds and skills together. Still several steps above being on my own… Of course I'm dealing with a completely different price set here – ugh! Why did I not, right, his card. Whew.
"Yeah, what are they thinking?" Half a foot taller than his unsuspecting target, the young man ran a hand up and through the back of his hair wishing he had something to spike as an excuse, any reason other than his nerves, "$5.50 is where I draw the line." When the girl turned towards him he was surprised to find that her complexion was not a side effect of the lights, she actually was paler than him, "Wow you are white."
Turning on her flats to face the boy addressing her, Kenzi's brows drew up, heightening the amused expression she had started with as he had kept speaking, "You know, that almost borders on insulting."
Watching red creep up his neck and over his ears, Kenzi folded her arm over her stomach, the other one moving to cover her mouth to hide her smile, "Its ok. And actually," she gestured at the gallons she had been looking at when her money crisis hit her, "If my math is right, yall are cheaper down here."
"Don't you mean, over here?" Cheek muscle twitching the young man smiled, watching as she pulled first one carton than another from the window. When she started to walk, he followed, basket in arm, "You just, you're uh accent, it's Russian right?"
A pale pink bottom lip rolled beneath a set of white front teeth, caramel eyes glued to the action and Kenzi let the kid stew a minute, ready to give him a break when he jumped in front of her. Arms raised and body flailing back so freely she was amazed he stay on his feet, "Listen, I'm sorry. Sometimes my foot lives in my mouth."
Amazingly enough the girl patted his shoulder, "It's fine. You're a bit of a spazz, but it works for you." The hand she had pulled from off his chest stretched out in front of him, "Kenzi."
The way the kid stared down at her fingers was as though his quirkiness had never paid off for him but after a moment he took the limb offered, "Stiles."
A half hour later, the two stood in line waiting to ring up, Kenzi's cart piled high, "Big family?"
Turning her head, Kenzi eyed his own basket filled with strictly organic food, "Vegan life style?"
Stiles smiled, "Touché'." He gave her a smoking gun pose, firing it off at her with a grin, "No, my dad's that age you know," he waved with an iffy shake of his hand, "Just trying to look out for him."
More than one piece of information slid out with that sentence and Kenzi reached to rub the outside of his arm, "That's great." At the wide eyes the kid got with the touch she pulled her hand back, right. Known you for five minutes. Nodding it off she moved to start putting her things on the conveyer belt offering up, "I'm in town for a while, staying with some friends. A few teens, you know the deal."
"Yeah cause that was so long ago for you," a spark of interest ran along his joke, "what, a few wee- months ago?"
A sly grin crossed her features, "Are you asking a lady her age?"
Stiles blinked, "N-no."
Turning away from him briefly, Kenzi heard the total, flashed a smile to the clerk and slid Derek's card through the machine. Spotting the familiar face on the side, bright eyes bugged out, snatching her wrist. There was a pause and then a double take from the card back to Kenzi to the card, releasing her when he realized the cashier was staring and he stuttered before the woman would ask Kenzi for ID, "Ju-just know her brother."
Kenzi eyed the teen wondering what the connection was, and waited by her cart after she had filled it back up with the loaded grocery bags. When he was done, Stiles carried a plastic bag in each hand stopping when they had gotten away from the lines, "What are you doing with Derek's card?"
A year ago, two, Kenzi would have come up with some quick witted lie but things were different now and it was obvious Stiles already knew the Hales, "He's the friend I'm staying with."
The teen ran blunt fingernails over his buzz cut, hands raising a moment then grasping her shoulders, his bags falling down to hook in the crease of his elbows, "Listen, Kenz, I know I just met you and- and maybe it's not my business but you cannot stay with him. Whatever he is offering you or promising he can do for you. Just, don't."
Searching the desperation in his face, the seriousness of his tone Kenzi took a minute. Exposing Fae was punishable by death; if Stiles did not already know… "Are you talking about what I think you are?"
Squeezing her shoulders, Stiles' eyes widened more if possible, "Are you? Have you?" He glanced her body over and back again, "He did, didn't he?" Releasing her he stepped back arms raising up, "Of course he did! The man's mad with power!"
Grabbing his arm, Kenzi led the crazed teen out of the gawking store, "Oh my god, shut up." She stared around the parking lot, gaze flicking over faces and checking cars for nosey passersby, "If you have any self-preservation you will stop opening your mouth right now."
Blinking, Stiles fish mouthed at the girl until he was able to regain control of his senses, "Me? You! How long has he been hiding you? It's been a day; what did he scoop you up outside of town?"
A flat annoyed expression crossed her face, "I told you: Came into town. Staying there."
Trying to figure things out as fast as possible as he spotted the familiar black gleam of the muscle car turning into the parking lot from the back, "So are you.. Do you share in his…" Curled fingers and swiping motion loosened the tension in her shoulders and she shook her head.
"No, I don't. I know people like him, I was coming down to…" Kenzi sighed backing up mentally, her tongue too loose with this kid, "It doesn't matter. I'm just helping him find part of his pack and then-"
That bit of information was news to him, Stiles starting to raise another question when tiles screeched to a halt in the crosswalk the driver opening his door and looking over the hood, "Problem Stiles?"
Kenzi gave the teen a sharp look, the youth keeping quiet, shaking his head, "No! All good!" He exaggerated the point with a thumbs up, stepping back as Kenzi moved to slide the groceries quickly into the trunk before waving,
"Thanks for the company, Stiles!"
As the Camaro drove off, Stiles stared. Another Erica – Erica. Shit, I need to text… The sleuth drew a blank. Scott had told him he needed a Supernatural Summer Break; Allison would be boarding a plane to Paris in the evening and Deaton essentially was the estranged Hale emissary. Who did that leave?
: : : : : :A pile of broken wood sat in the front yard when Derek pulled into the drive, Bruce walking out with the last of one side of the banister as he shut his door. Staring at the Alpha, the giant shifted his shoulders, rolling them back until his friend exited safely from the passenger seat, even from his place on the stairs he could read the tension between them, "Things ok?"
A dark stare fixed on him, short quick movements snatching up a few bags of groceries as Kenzi rolled her eyes and shut the trunk with the last of it. The man passed him by, stomping up the porch while Kenzi shook her head, "Forget about it Big man." She shook the bag, "Plenty of eats later." With that she slipped inside, leaving her guard to wonder what he'd missed.
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No one had come in or out of the building since yesterday, the lone man taking the time to circle the area, to discern the place as much as to keep from saturating any specific section of the woods with his scent. If only I'd known we'd be locating them so soon, I could have procured something from that precious Deaton, mouth set in a line, Peter sighed to himself. Too late now…
Watching the bank, Peter's brows drew up in surprise as the doors opened for the first time since he had stood guard. Alpha's, all of them in their normal human form, or as close as a few could manage, stood at the entryway: twins on either side, Dee and Dum, waiting for a woman with dark skin and darker hair to push a young-
Canine's lengthening, Peter's nails sharpened into claws that tore the bark from the tree he leaned against, "Cora." He bit the sound down, staring at one of the many children he had thought had been decimated in the fire, her body shoved to the ground to tumble back up on all fours. A chase, they were going to play a game with his kin.
The rage that had driven him, the need to devour the souls of those responsible for his pain rose up in a thick haze. Sapphires burned brightly, staring down the hill unnoticed: planning.
