This chapter is more of a complete continuation of the last chapter. I wanted to tie up everything from the last chapter and also feed into the next one. I don't really see this as counting as a single chapter on it's own but it had to be done nevertheless.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.
"Lydia," Allison asked in pure disbelief wiping the tear stains off her face with her sleeve, "what are you doing here? How did you get out of the hospital?" Allison looked at her clothes; she was still in her hospital gown and her patient ID bracelet was still around her wrist and she had no shoes on, her bare feet looking ghostly pale against the dark brown of the forest floor.
"It's nice to see you too Allison," the other girl said cocking her head to the side looking at her friend. "And I walked out, thanks for asking," the girl said in a tone that mocked being touched, "What's wrong with you, Jackson break your heart?"
Allison was struck with serious confusion at that last part, "what...why would I be crying over Jackson? We don't even go out."
Lydia scoffed, "could've fooled me." Allison watched her friend as she started to walk away before calling to her, "where are you going Lydia, you don't even have any clothes on."
Lydia stopped in her tracks and turned to her friend confusion painted across her face, "what...what am I doing here?" She looked around scared and then disgusted when she looked down and saw what she ws wearing, "what am I wearing?" She yelled and ran over to Allison, "can I get your jacket, it'll look better on me anyway." As Allison handed over her jacket Lydia looked down at her feet and then up to Allison.
Allison seeing what Lydia was hinting at shook her head, "oh no, not my shoes. Come on, my car's over here I'll take you home."
Lydia's eyes widened before she grabbed Allison's arm looking a bit desperate, "are my parents mad that I haven't been home in a while? How long have I been gone? What happened?"
Allison looked at her friend's truly frightened face and shook her head asking, "you don't remember anything, do you? What's the last thing you remember?"
"Umm...I was at the Formal and Stiles had asked me to dance...and then I saw Jackson leave and the last thing I remember is me standing on the lacrosse field with Stiles screaming my name and running towards me," Lydia looked down, "...that's it."
Allison breathed out, getting her head around how bad this really was, "I'm sure your parent's won't be mad. Now come on, let's get you home and in some proper clothes."
Allison laid on the bed as Lydia walked out the shower in a fresh white towel and drying her hair off.
"Ugh! You have no idea how good it feels to have a nice hot shower until you haven't for a while. So Allison, fill me in, what's been going on? Have I missed anything important?" Allison ran down the list; where should I start? Whith her being attacked by a werewolf or the fact that Jackson is now a werewolf? How about I tell her that there's a new girl who has told us that Scott's going to kill Stiles? Or should I tell her that hey, Scott's a werewolf...that would be the easiest place to start. Lydia looked back at Allison from where she was applying moisturizer in front of the mirror, "well, anything?"
Allison looked up from from where she had zoned out and shook her head, "just the usual; Mr. Harris gave us another killer exam, Stiles and Scott are still up to their usual weirdness, Jackson's still co-captain of the lacrosse team..."
"And Scott," Lydia asked looking at Allison through the mirror.
"...no, Mr. Finstock replaced him with Danny since he crashed the Formal..."
"Aww," Lydia said walking over to the closet, "that's a shame; I was looking forward to watching Jackson squirm."
"Oh! Hey, we got a new girl," Allison said in a feigned bright voice offering a smile to Lydia.
'Yeah..." Lydia said absentmindedly as she pushed clothes from side to side looking for something to wear. She pulled out a floral print sundress and held it up looking at Allison who nodded with a smile, Lydia held it out to face her and looking at it shook her head and put it back up in the closet, "is she cool, this new girl?"
Allison shook her head as she flipped through a magazine that was on Lydia's nightstand, "not really, they made me show her around the school since I was the new kid last. She's really weird and barely talks."
"That's fine," Lydia said pulling out a pink belted dress and a black blazer, "I'll just have to show her around myself, won't I?"
Allison looked at her friend with an unsure look on her face, "you sure you should be going back to school so soon? I mean, your mom did say you could stay home if you felt like it."
"I'm going, Allison, I want to see Stiles and if I happen to run into Jackson that's just a coincidence," Lydia said as she slipped on some sweat and a tank top. Allison just looked a little defeated as she huffed and continued to slip through the magazine before deciding to put it away.
"Hey," Lydia said as Allison sat up on the bed, "thatnks for the ride home."
"It's no problem, anytime," Allsion said with a shrug.
"But I'm tired and really just want to get to sleep."
Allison looked at the clock, "but it's only 7:30."
"Oh yeah," Lydia yawned, "I'm just really tired." Allison got up feeling a little apprehensive at her friend's behavior but thought nothing of it, she'd be tired too if she had just got out of the hospital.
"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Allison led her out into the hall.
"Yeah, of course," Lydia said as they walked down the stairs and stopping at the front door.
"Hey Lydia," Allison said as the other girl opened the door pulling her jacket closer to her when the evening air hit her, Lydia looked at her with a smile in respose to her friend, "I'm glad you're back and out of that hospital. I really missed you."
Lydia's smile deepened as she pulled Allison in for a hug, "I missed you too."
Allison felt Lydia tighten her grip and sensing something wwas wrong she leaned back to look at Lydia, still holding her arms and looking in her eyes, 'are you alright?" Lydia didn't respond, her eyes were gone, staring into nothing, "Lydia," Allison asked with questioning eyes.
'Hmm," the strawberry blonde girl snapped back to where she wasm her mouth drawn in a tight line.
'Are you okay," Allsion asked again shaking Lydia's arms a little.
"Yeah, I'm fine...just tired. Yeah...just tired," Lydia pulled her friend into another hug before saying goodnight and watched her drive off down the street.
Allison put her car in park and sat in the driveway of her home, she wasn't ready to go in. What am I going to do? My mother's out to kill my boyfriend and whatever Jackson is. Then there's Morgan, who I don't know anything about but she knows everything about us. And then Lydia's back and seriously whacked. She let out a frustrated grunt and hit her steering wheel, "what am I going to do?"
"You can get out of the car." Allison looked over and saw her dad smiling at her through her car window. She took off her seat belt and got out of the car. "Hi dad," she said as she gave him a hug.
"You okay," her dad asked as she hugged him, "I can't remember the last time you hugged me."
"I'm fine," she said pulling away, "just a lot on my mind."
"Well, if there's anyone you can talk to it's me," her dad said with a soft smile, "what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing," she said with a sigh, "I just found out mom is out to kill Scott and Jackson, no big deal."
Her dad laughed softly, "you know she's just trying to protect you. She wasn't there with us when everything went down with that alpha, so she's just a little scared."
"Yeah, but I don't think she has to worry about Scott and Jackson...and I'm pretty sure I don't even register to Derek, so she really doesn't have to worry about them."
"But she will, and if the smell of baking cookies means anything she's sorry..."
"Or upset and planning a murder," Allison said cutting her dad off. Mr. Argent sighed and led his daughter to the front door.
He stopped at the front door and took a big sniff of the smell of baking cookies and looked at Allison, he smiled, "I'm pretty sure she's sorry." Allison rolled her eyes, but the effect was lessened by her smile, and pushed the door open.
"Hey dad," Stiles said looking at his dad with a smile from across the dinner table, "it's nice to sit and have dinner again."
Mr. Stilinski looked up from his mashed potatoes, steak and peas and returned his son's smile, "yeah, I can't remember the last time we sat and had an actual dinner together."
They returned to their meals, the sound of silverware hitting ceramic filled to dim room. Stiles took a sip of water and cleared his throat, his dad looked up.
"So dad, there's this new girl at school," Stiles said leaning back a little.
"Yeah," Mr. Stilinski added trying to hide the little bit of excitement rising in his stomach, "is she umm..cute?"
"Dad what? Ugh! No. No, she just really weird. Her name's Morgan, I was wondering if you had heard anything about her," Stiles said returning to his steak refusing to touch his peas.
"Not that I know of," Mr. Stilinski said straightening his back, "does have a last name, this girl?"
"That's the thing dad, no one knows."
"Did you try asking her teachers, if you're so interested? Or you know, you could just ask her," Mr. Stilinski said that last bit in a matter of fact-ly.
"Don't you think I would've did that if I knew she'd give me a straight answer."
Mr. Stilinski picked up his glass of water and asked, "is this girl a problem or something?"
"I don't know...no one knows, she just came in with her black hair and wannabe Blade black coat and big boots and just really screwed me up."
"Sounds like she's really got you," his dad said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah," Stiles said with a sigh, "wait...no! No! She hasn't got me anywhere! She's weird and creepy and she walks around with really serious feel about her."
"Yeah well, if she's got you this worked up maybe you should talk to her at least you can get a peace of mind if nothing else."
Stiles let out a frustrated grunt and dragged a hand over his face, "why does everyone keep telling me to talk to her?"
"Hey, I'm only suggesting, I don't know what you kids are down with nowadays. Maybe you wanna get those digits and text her softly."
Stiles blanched, "dad stop, no one talks like that...ever." Stiles, finished with his steak and mashed potatoes got up to scrape his peas into the trash.
"Hey. Where are you going with those peas? Sit back down and eat those," Mr. Stilinski used his dad voice now. Stiles stopped and looked at his dad as if to say 'seriously?' But he sat down anyway and pushed his peas around on his plate, head held down.
"Why can't I get you to eat your peas?"
"...because they're evil," Stiles said looking at his dad over his brows. Mr. Stilinski laughed and Stiles couldn't help but laugh too, "you haven't changed all that much have you?"
"Not when it comes to vegetables dad, not when it comes to vegetables."
"Allison, you're being ridiculous!" Mrs. Argent yelled as Allison stomped upstairs.
"I am not! You're going to kill my friends and I'm the one being ridiculous? You are really backwards!"
"Allison don't yell at your mom," Mr. Argent added in an even tone.
"Sometimes I wonder if she is! I would never hunt someone who saved my daughter's life! Or my daughter's boyfriend, especially if he really makes her happy!"
"Are you saying that I don't want you to be happy," Mrs. Argent yelled from where she was mixing cookie dough next to her husband.
"I didn't say it mom, you did!"
"What," Mrs. Argent yelled as she shoved the mixing bowl at Mr. Argent and stomped up the stairs to her daughter. "You ungrateful little...! I have half a mind to..."
"What are you gonna do," Allison cutting her mother off, "kill me? I'd love to hear you explain ithat/i to your precious hunters!"
"The same hunters that have helped keep you safe from the beasts that walk the night!"
"Yeah," Allison said in a tone so soft that it struck Mrs. Argent straight in her heart, "what about the monsters that walk in my own home?" Mrs. Argent stunned took a step back down the stairs hand over her heart. She looked back at her husband, who looked stunned as well with the mixing bowl still in his arm, and then back up at Allison who had a glare so strong Mrs. Argent was sure she felt a chill in the room. Allison just glared at her mom satisfied with how she had hurt her mother, and then walked up the stairs and straight to her room slamming the door.
Mr. Argent was right there at her side, with a hand on his wife's elbow who turned to him with tears in her eyes and a hand over her mouth suppressing a sob that broke her husband's heart.
"She doesn't understand..." Mrs. Argent said wiping the tears from her eyes and grabbing the bowl her husband. "She'll understand, she won't have a choice," her voice regaining it's control and calm, "after we do this she won't have any other choice but to." And she began mixing the cookies again and walked back into the kitchen, Mr. Argent shook his head with a sigh and followed his wife.
"I need you to stay away from the boy," the girl said into the dark of the forest, "at least until I can get him on my side."
A voice spoke slipping in and out from just beyond her sight, "and why should we listen to you?" Her coat ruffled as she turned to face where the voice had come from.
"Because unlike those idiot hunters I know what you are and what you're here for."
A laugh. She turned again to face where the voice last came from but then from her right almost directly in her ear, "you simple mortal. You can't do anything to me. We're too powerful for you and your little incantations; I know that's how you've been getting to the boy, you have them all fooled," the voice trailed to her left ear and then behind her.
"Would you stop moving?"
"We can't stop, I am the darkness. I am everywhere."
"Darkness, yeah right. Listen, I can get you what you want, just stay away from the boy for a while at least."
"And what do you propose I do about that intolerable woman?"
"Lie to her, that's what you're good at."
"You mock us," the voice began to fade away.
The girl turned trying to find the voice, her hair a swirl around her face, "I'm not done with you!"
"But we are done with you," the voice said growing stronger. "I'll give you three days, after that the woman will become suspicious."
"Fine, three days."
"Goodbye tiny witch," the voice said in a mocking tone, "I'm really going to miss you."
"What do you mean by that?"
The voice was gone.
"Scott, is that you?"
Scott heard his mom call as he walked through the front door...for once. "Uh, yeah, hi mom."
She's in the...basement?
"Mom..." Scott called.
"I'm in the basement honey! I'm coming up." He heard the sound of her footsteps on the old creaky stairs and smiled when she popped up from around a corner. "Hi honey," she said with a smile and a box balanced on her hip.
"Uh, mom..?" Scott said gesturing to the box.
Melissa looked down where Scott was pointing and put her hand to her head and shaking with laughter, "I was going through some old things and I found a box of your baby stuff."
"What, mom," Scott groaned," seriously?"
"Mmmhmm," his mom said with a big smile on her face, "the baby book!" Scott groaned loudly and slumped against the wall. "One of my coworkers is pregnant and wanted to know how to make her baby book look so I thought I'd show her yours."
"Aww mom!"
"Oh hush, I won't show the picture of you tush."
"Mom," Scott groaned again.
"Stop that," his mom said in a serious voice, "it's unattractive to whine so much."
"Mom seriously," he looked at his mother pleading eyes.
"Oh alright," his mother said with a shrug, "I'll have to tell her that my son was just too embarrassed of himself to let me show a complete stranger -to him- his baby photos. Oh well, sigh." His mom hung her head in mock sadness but still looked at her son from under her brows.
"Puppy dog eyes, mom?" Scott blunk when he realized what he just said. Scott grunted in frustration, "fine you can take it, but leave the baby butt pic here."
"Fine, fine," his mom said putting her hand up before walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I was so busy with this I forgot to cook. Fend for yourself?"
"Fine..."
The next morning Stiles walked right up to Morgan, "what is your deal with me?"
Morgan didn't pay him any mind and just kept organizing her books in her locker. Stiles slammed her locker closed and glared at her.
"You know, you really have a way of treating a lady."
"I'm not playing with you Morgan. What. Is. Your. Deal?"
She laughed a little, "I don't have a 'deal' with you...if anything you should make a deal with me."
"Yeah," Stiles said licking his lips, "and why's that?"
"For the same reason I told you yesterday; Scott's going to kill you and I'm here to protect you. You ask a lot of questions, no wonder you're so smart." She patted his cheek and walked away.
"I'm not done talking to you," he went to grab her shoulder but she dodged it gracefully.
"You know, if you really want to talk why don't you meet me in out usual spot...you know the one," she said with a wink.
Stiles narrowed his eyes, "what are you getting at?"
"You hopefully," and with a flip of her hair she was gone.
Scott walked up to Stiles with his bag slung over his shoulder, "what was that about?"
"I don't know, but I'm about to find out," and Stiles was off chasing after where the girl in the black coat.
But you have..." Scott started but it fell on deaf ears, "economics."
Scott took his seat in economics class right as Mr. Finstock started to do the attendance.
"McCall...?
"Here."
"Stilinski...?"
No response.
"Stilinski...? McCall, where's Stilinski?"
"Umm...breakfast burrito."
Mr. Finstock winced and nodded understandingly, "well I hope he feels better."
"Why do you always call me out here?" Stiles said a little short of breath, "and why do you move so fast? Your legs are like, really short." He breathed out and leaned back looking at the sky spotted by the trees. "You know, this is a really nice green. It's like green but not too green...forest green almost. Hey, that's how it got it's name."
She snapped her finger to get his attention, "what are you planning to do about Scott?"
Stiles looked at her and shook his head saying, "what do you mean 'what am I planning to do about Scott?' Nothing, he's not going to kill me. I trust him."
"Do you trust him with you life?"
"What?"
Morgan now looked Stiles with a dark and seriously look, " do you trust Scott with your life?"
Stiles looked taken aback at that question before recovering, "yes, I trust Scott with my life."
"Aww, well that's a shame." Morgan walked over to Stiles going through her bag. Finding what she was looking for held her hand out to Stiles and opened it. A layered brown stone dangled from a shiny silver chain, "you're going to need this. It's..."
"Tiger Iron," Stiles cut her off, "yeah I know."
"So I'm assuming I don't have to tell you what it's for then."
"Protection from evil...yeah."
"I soaked it in water taken on a full moon from a still pond and rubbed it with monkshood..."
"Monkshood," Stiles interrupted flashing back to the car after they found Derek's sister and then when Kate had shot Derek.
"... you should be good but never take it off. And learn to let someone finish a thought, rude."She still had the necklace held out and was now twirling it slightly, it caught a glint off of the morning sun. Stiles looked at her before he took the necklace looking at it apprehensively.
"Don't say I never gave you anything," as she walked back towards the school. "Oh! And tell Derek that if he really wants to get to know me he should take me out on a date." And then she was gone. Stiles looked around completely confused, how does she keep doing that? Stiles unclasped the necklace and put it one, a little protection couldn't hurt, and putting the crystal under his shirt her walked back to the school.
"Dude, where were you?" Scott asked after getting out of class and meeting Stiles at his locker.
"Umm, I was in the woods...?" Stiles said looking a little suspect.
"Well...?" Scott prompted, "did she say anything?"
Stiles paused, "you know, she actually didn't. She just asked me if I trust you with my life, weird hun?" Stiles continued to occupy himself in his locker while he pretended Scott was looking at him expecting an answer.
Scott sighed heavily rolling his eyes, "what did you tell her?"
"Tell her what?" Stiles was still avoiding Scott's eyes.
"Did you tell her you trust me? With your life?"
"Hey guys," Allison said walking up to them looking a little sad but no one noticed because...
"Lydia!" The boys chorused squeezing her in a tight hug.
She squirmed, "you do know that I'm still a little sore."
"Oh! Sorry," Scott said as he and Stiles let her go.
Lydia, looking down as a smile creeped across her face, "hi Stiles."
Stiles rocked a little on the balls of his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets, "hi Lydia...howya feeling?"
"Pretty good actually, I finally got to put on make-up."
"Yeah, how did you get out of the hospital," Scott said cutting in.
"I walked out," Lydia said with an edge in her voice as she turned to Scott and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Okay Scott, I think we should leave them alone for a bit," Allison said as she pushed Scott a little ways down the hall. "And no wolf hypersensitive hearing," she said as moved him around the corner.
"So Lydia..."
"So Stiles..."
"Do you remember anything from the Formal?"
"Aside from us dancing and then looking for Jackson...not much. I do remember though, standing in the lacrosse field and seeing you run to me but that's it." The girl cocked her head to the side trying to remember as she spoke, "yeah, that's all I remember."
Stiles leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, "and that's it?"
Lydia blinked and looked back, "well, yeah...not much else about the night, aside from Scott and Danny. Which, BTW was so cute."
"Ummm ye-ah, should I go get Allison then," Stiles asked poiting to where she and Scott had walked off.
"No, no...just something that stuck with me. Hey," she perked up now and her eyes glistened in the harsh fluorescent of the school hall lights, "have you seen Jackson?"
"Jackson...? Umm, no. Not yet, why?"
"No reason," Stiles saw something flash across Lydia's face that wasn't there before and she bounced away down the hall.
Stiles' eyebrows raised as he had a sudden thought that he really wished he hadn't, "Scott?...Scott?"
He turned to look for him and was greeted by Danny.
"Was that Lydia you were just talking to?"
"Umm yeah, hey have you seen Scott?"
"Uh yeah, I think I just say him and Allison go into the supply clos_ Hey! Where are you going?"
But it was too late, Stiles was already running down the hall to the supply closet.
"Scott!" Stiles pulled the door open quickly and colored to his scalp covering his eyes and closed the door with a quickness. "Umm guys," he spoke to the door, "something might be wrong with Lydia."
"Yeah," Allison said as she walked out before Scott, "when she popped up in the woods last night after Jackson came by Derek's house. She looked really weird and she still had on her hospital gown. And it was like she was this completely different person, but that might just be me."
"No," Stiles said picking up where Allison had left off, "yeah, she seems really different now."
"Do you think it has anything to do with Peter and what happened on the field," Scott added as he walked out and laced his fingers with Allison as they walked down the hall. "Stiles, did you see anything that might give you a clue as to what might be up with Lydia?"
"Nothing, and I really looked," Stiles said as they turned a corner, "I mean I looked everywhere. I even chatted with this guy in Ireland who is supposed to be an expert but he said she could be anything from werewolf to just having a suppressed bite."
"'Suppressed bite?'" Allison asked looking at Stiles.
"Yeah," Stiles answered her question, "it means she could just be a carrier and her kids could probably end up as werewolves."
"So like how both parents can be blonde and their kid can be a brunette," Scott asked trying to clarify.
"Yeah, but there's no way to be sure what she really is," Stiles said looking up.
"Umm..." Allison said a little cautiously, "we could um...talk to Morgan."
"No!" Stiles objected a little too loudly.
"Stiles," Scott said in a hushed tone, "she might be our only chance at figuring out what's up with Lydia."
"What's up with Lydia?"
They looked up to see Jackson walking up to them.
"What's wrong with Lydia," Jackson said looking at the three teens in front of him.
"Nothing," Stiles said in a harsh tone.
"Whoa," Jackson said with a bit of a laugh putting his hands up in a show of no harm, "you really have to stop with this anger you have towards me. It can't be healthy, especially for someone with such a little amount of time left."
"What...what are you talking about," Scott asked stepping up next to Stiles.
"Nothing he doesn't already know. Look at him, he feels it, why do you think he has that crystal around his neck?"
"What?" Scott turned to Stiles and started to reach for his neck. Stiles swatted his hand away made to walk down the hall. Scott grabbed his arm pulling him back, "let me see your neck." Stiles let out a heavy sigh but didn't stop him when Scott reached for his neck. As his skin made contact with the silver there was a hissing sound and the smell of burning flesh, he pulled his hand back fast shaking it off at the pain.
"I could've told you that wasn't going to work; that's sterling silver with a tiger iron pendant, and said stone has been rubbed with wolfsbane. I'm a little surprised you hadn't picked up on it, Scott."
"Why do you have that," Scott demanded of Stiles.
"I um...I um...I...I..."
"Stiles, in all the years I've known you you've only been at a lose for words twice, when Lydia is around you and when your mom died. Dude, what is up?"
"Morgan gave it to me okay," Stiles said admittedly, "it's just something she thought I should have."
"And you're wearing it because...?"
"Protection," Jackson spoke up with his signature smirk laid heavily on his lips and scrunched his nose with what he said next, "he needs protection from you. Doesn't that just make you feel awful?"
"Jackson, not now." Allison spoke up after hearing all of this.
"You be quiet!" Jackson shot at Allison. "After what your mom tried to do yesterday, you shouldn't speak to me for a week."
"Hey wait a minute," Scott said rounding back to Jackson," that's not fair, you can't blame her for what her mom did!"
"I can't?" Jackson was raising his voice now, "she almost shot me!" The whole hallway fell quiet, everyone was starting at them now.
"We should go somewhere a bit more private, especially with Captain Outburst over here," Stiles said jutting a thumb at Jackson as he tried to usher them out the side exit of the school.
"Seriously?You expect us to stand next to the dumpsters?" Jackson protested.
"It's better than being in a hall full of gossipy teenagers, especially when talking about how your friend's mom tried to shoot you," Stiles said in a hushed whisper as he tried to get them just out of earshot of a few students that were smoking cigarettes.
"Allison," Scott said, "you're really quiet. You want to say something over here?"
"Not really, I'm pretty much done with my mom."
They all paused.
"What," Scott said walking over to where Allison had been keeping back and out of the argument. "You can't be serious about that?"
"I can't?" Allison finally showing some kind of emotion. "She basically told me that she'd kill you, Jackson and anyone else she thought could be a danger to me. And it won't just be her and dad looking out for me, she's going to get all the hunters that she called in..." she looked up at that. "Did I forget to mention my mom brought in more hunters? I kind of overheard her having a conversation with somebody with a really weird voice. I didn't see who they were but they had a lot of information about us."
"Do you think it was Morgan," Scott asked.
"No, Morgan wouldn't do anything like that," Stiles said noncommittalyly.
"Oh and you would know," Scott had rounded back on Stiles again. Jackson just stood back enjoying this. "And What are you smiling at," Scott turned to Jackson now, "you're primarily the blame for what happened to Lydia."
"I was hoping to run into you Jackson."
They froze. Jackson turned slowly to Lydia. She smiled at him and there was an instant drop in the temperature, Stiles was sure he could see his breath now.
"Hi...Lydia. How long have you been there," Jackson asked with an almost indistinguishable quiver in his voice, Lydia heard it and it was as if her lips became a deeper more strinking red.
"Jackson," she said sauntering over to the boy, "it's been a while. How've you been? Still dealing with your little problem?" She held up her pinky bending it slightly, Stiles laughed. Lydia looked back to where Stiles was bent over and her face softened a bit before turning back into a hard mask when she looked at Jackson.
"So guys," she said still looking at Jackson but clearly talking to everyone, "what is it that's wrong with me? You know my memory's not what it used to be, I can't seem to remember much but that I have this lingering hate for Jackson that just overwhelms me. I wonder why that is," a cold smile split across her face as her eyes pierced into those of a now frightened Jackson. Lydia was intense, that was for sure, but they couldn't place what that intensity was.
"So Jackson, please, inform me why it is that whenever I hear you name I vibrate with a silent rage, hmm?"
"I...I...I...umm..."
Lydia placed a finger over his lips and tutted softly, "I don't have time for your lies. You see, since it's been a while I made an appointment for a mani/pedi. Allison, would you like to come, it looks like you could use a break."
"Gladly," Allison said fixing her bag over her shoulder and walking over to Lydia.
Lydia linked arms with her friend and a smile, like when she had looked at Stiles, crept across her face and her voice lightened. "I was thinking pink for you because it'll go grat with you skin. And I don't know, I'm feeling like a little black today, what do you think?"
I think that's a wonderful idea," Allison said smiling at her friend before they walked off to Allison's car.
"Well, you guys are royally screwed."
Jackson and Scott jumped at hearing the sudden voice, and Stiles just laughed being a little used to it by now.
"What do you mean we're screwed," Scott asked as Morgan walked from around the corner behind them.
"I mean you guys are royally screwed. You don't know what you're dealing with do you?"
She laughed as all the boys just shook their heads.
"Why are boys so stupid," she asked to no one in particular, "she's a hybrid, and a damn pissed one if you ask me."
"What do you mean hybrid? A hybrid of what," Jackson asked in a tone that was supposed to be demanding but he was still shaken from Lydia.
"You really shouldn't be talking Jackson, especially since she wants your head on a platter."
"I didn't do anything to her," he yelled.
"Wow, she was right," Morgan said picking an invisible piece of lint off of her coat, "you really are a liar...and a bad one at that."
"Wait," Stiles spoke up, "can we go back to that hybrid thing? How," he asked shifting his weight and scratching his head. Morgan smiled and walked over to Stiles running a finger down his cheek. He froze and looked at Scott and Jackson.
"You don't have to worry about them, they're both terrified of me...and I can tell that one of them is having questions about your relationship with me." She said that last part looking at Scott who looked really uncomfortable in return.
"She's a hybrid," Morgan said walking back to what would be the center of their little group making sure she had all of their attention. "A hybrid only occurs on one of two occasions; first, when a human is bitten several times but none of the bites go any deeper than a scratch on the skin. And secondly, when one is experiencing a strong negative emotion that is consuming them. If they happen to get bitten while feeling this intense; pain, sadness, grief or heartbreak the emotion is intensified within the being until it forces their body to accept the bite but refuse the change."
"Is that the same as when someone has a suppressed bite," Stiles asked from where he was standing rapt.
"Yes, it's exactly the same. The person won't change or show any outer appearance of the wolf or the bite but will retain the wolf's reflexes and abilities. Thusly, creating an almost superhuman."
"But how does that happen," Scott spoke up and through his confusion.
"There's usually a trigger, an experience of extreme trauma. If the individual was ever able to recall what happened to them they would, in a way, be able to control the beast within by controlling that emotion."
Stiles looked at Jackson with a hand over his mouth, "you are royally screwed, dude."
"Thanks, I got the update," Jackson said with his jaw set tight. "Is there anything we can do about it, to stop her I mean?" Morgan started to sway as a breeze picked up. "I'm talking to you," Jackson said in a demanding tone as Morgan kept on swaying. "I'm talking to you!"
Morgan stopped and the breeze really picked up, "don't you ever yell at me you filthy mutt! You broke her heart, only you can fix it."
"That's like asking me to walk into a lion's den covered in steaks," Jackson said with his jaw still set tight but with an undertone of desperation.
Morgan started to sway in the breeze again, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
"That's not helpful," Jackson yelled again his anger and desperation getting the best of him.
The breeze picked up immediately as Morgan closed the distance between her and Jackson, Scott moved wisely out of the way just as a rock hit Jackson in the chest and then another in the shin. "You do not yell at me!Do you understand that you stray? I am a problem for you unlike Derek, and since you're going to have to deal with Lydia I suggest you squash that unjustifiable ego of yours and ask for my damn help!" Morgan was right in his face now and the wind had reached a new high but no one else seemed to notice the change, save for the three teens who were a part of this.
Jackson swallowed and genuine fear filled his eyes as he spoke in a quiet voice, "Morgan, will you please help me with Lydia?"
And just like that the wind stopped and Morgan had shrunk back to her normal size, "of course I will," she said with a smile. "Any friend of Stiles is a friend I'll tolerate for him." She looked at Scott and then to Jackson before finally turning to Stiles. Walking up to him she put a hand on his chest just over where the crystal was and whispered to him, "keep this on, and don't let anyone touch it." She looked at Scott before turning back to Stiles and saying with a more serious tone than the last, "no one, do you understand me?" Stiles still a little shocked at what he just witnessed nodded his head yes; and seeing he understood Morgan placed a small kiss on his cheek and began walking away. Just before she turned the corner she yelled over her shoulder, "we meet during my free period, Stiles can show you our place." And just like that she was gone.
The two boys turned to where Stiles now stood ramrod straight and not making it obvious that he was avoiding their gaze. Jackson was the first to speak up, "'our place?'"
Stiles swallowed hard and colored only slightly and flustered tried to defend himself, "Uh...yeah. I mean, no but...yeah. Well...she always leads me there whenever we had to speak, and it's hardly 'our place' we just talk there. You know, I don't need your judging glares okay? Especially when Jackson almost single-handedly let loose a hybrid on the population of Beacon Hills."
Jackson's nervousness returned at what Stiles said, and Stiles wasn't sure but he could swear he saw him break a sweat.
Scott searched for something to say, when he looked up he added sheepishly, "do you trust her?" Stiles looked up at his friend with a questioning look.
"Morgan," Scott clarified, "do you trust her, Stiles?"
Stiles was shocked, he had never really thought about that question. Honestly, he didn't know anything about Morgan other than that she said she was here to protect him but that was it. He didn't know. Did he trust her? Did he trust Scott? That's his best friend of course he did but, did he trust Scott with his life? Morgan had said that Scott was going to kill him, and sure he almost did a few times but he never did. Ultimately Scott was his best friend and he wouldn't purposely hut him...but would the wolf? He didn't know. Stiles looked up and met his friend's eyes and said in a voice so low it was almost frightening, "I don't know, Scott."
"And you expect us to," Jackson now asked dubiously.
"No, I'm not asking you to do that," Stiles said sternly, "but I am asking you to let her help us, we obviously don't know how to deal with this and she does."
"Okay," everyone paused when Scott spoke up, "we're going to let her help us, but don't do anything that she can use against us. I have a really weird feeling about that girl and I don't know what to think of it."
Jackson exhaled loudly running a hand down his face, "fine, but I'm not happy about this."
"No one asked you to," Scott sounded fed up, "but you're going to have to deal with this because you did that to her."
"Listen McCall, don't think you can go around trying to pressure me!"
"Well," Stiles breathed out, "that was random and uncalled for. And honestly, you're a douchebag and we have to go." Stiles walked to his Jeep but called over his shoulder, "we're going to Derek's! Come on Scott! Jackson, you had better be there!"
Jackson parked his porsche behind the chain barrier and next to Stiles' Jeep, huffing heavily he got out and started his way to Derek's house. He was not excited about this, not in the least, why should he have to deal with Lydia? It's noy like it was his fault that he broke up with Lydia, she was holding him back and he was expectiing really big change in his life. He had people to please and she was hindering that. He needed that bite, he couldn't let McCall take his place as team captain and how embarrassing was it that Coach had made Scott his, he swallowed bitterly, his co-captain. There was something way more important than him, Lydia, or Scott going on and he had to make sure his future was set. McCall, he rolled his eyes, what an obnoxious prick to think that he could actually be better than him. He sucked and it wasn't until he got that bite that he started to be worth something to the team. And Derek, what a joke, how could he let two little kids get him into so much trouble? He laughed to himself, what a big joke. His thoughts had trasported him to Derek's house where what felt would be his sentencing to death by his ex-girlfriend. Before he could even knock on the door it was opened and he was pulled inside.
"What the hell, Jackson," Derek yelled into his face.
"Well it's nice to see you too, Derek," he said as his brushed off his jacket and not making eye contact with anyone in the room. When he decided to look up, nonchalance plastered across his face as he saw where Stiles and Scott stood iver by the fallen television set with twin glares. Oh, so we're doing this still. He rolled his eyes and turned back to where Derek was barking in his face.
"...and what do you mean it's not your fault? You did this!"
Jackson sighed as he stared right back into Derek's eyes his voice calm and measured, "I don't think we should be passing judgement. The only thing we really have to worry about now is Lydia and that witch of a girl, Morgan."
Derek turned to Stiles and asked, "is she a witch?"
Stiles shrugged, "she hasn't said it out front but that's the vibe I'm getting from her."
"She gave him a tiger iron pendant rubbed in monskhood on a silver chain," Jackson adding what Stiles had graciously forgotten.
"She gave you what?" Derek turned his full attention from Jackson to Stiles.
"Yeah, she felt I could use some protection," Stiles said a bit too sheepishly.
"Tell him protection from what...or who," Scott added darkly from where he had found a spot on the wall very interesting. Derek looked from where Scott had spoken up and back to Stiles, his glare still on his face. Stiles couldn't help but wonder if werewolves get wrinkles.
"...from Scott." His voice broke.
Derek looked at Scott who had become more and more sullen as the moments had passed before turning to Jackson, " and how did you know about the necklace?"
Jackson laughed a little, "you guys really suck. Can't you smell it on him, it's sickening enough. I wasn't surprised when Scott couldn't pick up on it but I'm a little surprised at you Derek, maybe someone's getting a bit too old." Stiles jumped in between them before Derek could get a hand on Jackson who instead made contact with Stiles' necklace. A strong white light flooded from it blinding the boys and tossing Derek across the room. When the light had died down and a stillness settled across the room, Derek got off the floor and dusted himself free of debris from where he had made a hole in the wall. He stared at Stiles and then the other boys, "I want to see Morgan."
to be continued...
This chapter took a while for me to write; not because I couldn't but because I've been busy for the past couple days and all of this had to be written on my phone. And well be trail run of Microsoft Office ran out and I can't afford to buy it yet. I hope you guys liked this chapter and I really hope it isn't too hard to follow, I feel like I was all over the place with this one but hopefully it's not too confusing. Reviews are always welcomed and if you feel like I haven't touched on something that you'd really like to see, suggestions are welcomed also.
I still don't know what Morgan's agenda is and I don't know what the voice meant either, but hopefully we'll find out soon. Anyway, thanks for reading and I would really like to see what you guys think or have to say about this chapter. Thanks for reading.
P.S. If you see the crystal garnet mentioned it's because I might've over looked it, just replace it with Tiger Iron and you should be good.
