Eventually I was able to get myself in some sort of order – though it took far longer than I want to admit and I refused to relinquish my hold on Grr, or a leprechaun. I had to have one in my sights and either their hand in mine or a piece of their clothing in my hand for a long while after seeing my dad. A part of me wondered if he was going to tell Scott, if he had anything to do with Scott now that I disappeared. I don't know how long we drove, but the only time we stopped was when Ed's supply of snacks dwindled to two remaining chewy bars – then he demanded that we stop and he fill up once more. IT didn't hurt that we were nearly out of gas as well.

I was able to let go of Grr, after making sure he was safely situated in a seat, but my hold on my leprechauns was another matter entirely.

"You do know, I can't exactly go into the girl's room with you, and I know that you need to pee. I mean, Ed needed to pee and he has the bladder of a cow – can hold it forever!" Jeb said to me, in a soft voice, it was as if he expected me to crack.

I kinda expected to crack, I mean, you don't really know how you'll react to certain situations until you're put into them. And I never imagined being in so much pain when I saw my dad….or seeing how much pain he was in, thinking I was dead, only to see me literally being whisked away by unknown men. How did that look to him?

"Stay," I whispered to Jeb, and pointed to the spot he was standing for emphasis before I walked into the small bathroom. For a moment I ignored the toilet and went to the mirror, and stared at myself. Overall, I still looked like myself. I mean, I didn't have any dramatic changes to my features, I was still pasty white, hair was still dirty-strawberry colored and wild as ever. But my eyes, they weren't as light as they used to be, it was almost as if I literally lost the light that was in them, like it had either blown or someone just flipped it off. I splashed icy water on my face, to force myself out of the melancholy mindset, didn't work, just raised goose bumps and froze my nose. But it did bring some color to my cheeks. After I finally gave into my bladder and returned to the sink to wash, I took a deep breath before giving myself a stare down.

"You, Stiles Stilinski, need to buck up, then buckle down and get to work. You need to find this girl in Montana, get some information from her, get rid of this weird vine curse…with tears…or whatever and then get on with your life. Simple as that." I told my reflection, before nodding to myself in confirmation. I strode to the door and opened it with surprising force – seeing that Jeb vacated his spot, but Donny was in his place, I latched onto Donny like a leech. Just because I was going to buck up, didn't mean I had to let go.

Several Hours Later…..

In a hotel room, somewhere between Beacon Hills and Montana, I sat cross legged staring at a computer screen. Face was twisted in a knot, my pointer finger was poised over the space bar, ready and waiting to click.

"What are you looking at?" Ed asked, never diverting his eyes from his snack pile – he was debating on how to organize our food for this week, by color of the wrapper, maybe health wise, or brand – he is rather creative on what to do when it comes to food.

"I think we need to go East,"

"We are going East,"

"Farther, and North,"

"Why,"

"Chicago,"

"Eh,"

"I think she was either moved to or was taken to Chicago, if her last Instagram post is anything to go by," I muttered then checked a few other open internet pages for good measure.

"Least we are going in the right direction…sorta…"

"Yup,"

And that was all that was needed to be said for the time being.

Another Fun Filled Car Ride Later….

Turns out, my sleuthing was right, a Chicago drug lord decided that the girl's father didn't deserve to get out of his debts, and he, the father, apparently couldn't resist one last gamble. And he literally gambled away his family….the ass.

But I must say, I love Chicago, like – whooo! If only it weren't so dang cold – my toes froze in two pairs of socks, and my reeboks, I did find something called hand warmers, which I promptly stuffed into my socks, aahhhhh, so nice.

Rhys was able to talk to a few of the locals and get some insight on where the drug lord hangouts were – and by talk I mean he cracked a few heads together – it was movie epic like. His Australian accent seemed to seal the deal with the people – they knew he was serious – was the terminator Australian…cause Rhys could totally rock the terminator vibe.

Anyway, after Rhys nicely asked where the local hangouts were, I found myself in a near-hole-in-the-wall bar. The tables were clean enough, but no matter how much money I was bet, I would never lick the tables, don't judge my thoughts! Jeb and Donny took lead this time, while Rhys watched me, either to make sure I wouldn't wander off or lick the table…I wasn't sure, but either way – he was watching me like I've seen rabbits stare at carrots, but without the 'I'm gonna eat you' vibe.

Old ceiling fans slowly circulated the air, and even though no one was smoking in the bar anymore, the smoke seemed to have seeped into the very walls and vinyl of the old booths. It was practically staining. Rhys nudged me, then minutely motioned towards Jeb – who was talking to a typical looking thug. All tattoos and skin head-ness. We were in the right place at least. Good to know. I certainly hoped our half baked plan would work, and by plan I mean – Jeb was going to gamble, and loose – only he wasn't gambling money, nope, if we lost some money then that would just be one thing and we'd be no closer to finding this girl, nope. He had to gamble, and loose – me. Which took some convincing on my part to the boys, and if they added any more tracking bugs on me I'm pretty sure I'd start hearing beeping sounds. We also had a fail-safe in place, if I couldn't find this girl who was supposed to be oh so knowledgeable on the supernatural world and the realms beyond in a week – then they would come bust me out – they were going to either bust me out or both of us. Either way, busting will be done.

And that is how I found myself in a rather large house, but it wasn't screaming money, more like there were whispers, the rugs and certain pictures echoed money and things that were missing their original owners. And that's how I met Bell, she looked just like the Disney princess version….except she was Indian, and had a terrible mouth on her, and don't get me started on the piercings, oh and she was actually a HE…. But other than that, he was exactly like Bell from Disney. Bookish, prone to wearing blue clothes, and apron looking things, though I didn't know him long enough yet to know if he burst out into song like Disney Bell yet; also, he was rather good at giving the stink eye and trying to make someone feel like an insect. But, he had nothing on Sour Wolf, or my dad for that matter, or even Mr. Argent…I really needed new people to hang out with when I got back home.

"Why the hell did Harris give you to me?" He snarled.

"Harris?"

"The guy who all but threw you in here,"

"Ah,"

"Well?"

"He told me I needed to learn the ropes and that you'd tell me what I needed to do so I wouldn't get my head cut off. "

"Figures,"

"Will my head roll literally or figuratively?" I wonder aloud, grabbing a can of cleaning spray and getting to work.

"Come again," He pauses in his vicious wiping and looks at me once more.

"Our heads are more oval than round, I mean I can see them rolling once, tops, but it seems like all the bad guys in all the world – movie, book, whatever – seem to think that the head would roll multiple times…like a bowling ball." I said, not really paying attention to his stare as I cleaned a large wooden table…thing.

"You are weird…" he said, shaking his head then went back to work.

He wasn't like Disney Bell in the musical sense, I didn't even hear a hum out of his the whole day we worked together. I admit, I'm slightly curious to see if he can hold a tune. Eventually the curiosity got the better of me and I had to say what I was thinking..shocker I know.

"So….you're a guy…" I said, more to myself than anyone. I mean, everything on the internet pointed to him being a her – but that just goes to show you that you can't exactly trust the internet. It doesn't get everything right, or in this instance, anything other than his location. And that was even difficult to find in the end.

"Internet?" He asked, seemingly unsurprised that I thought he was originally female.

"Yup,"

"Damn, thought I fixed that."

After that he was a little more civil towards me, just a tiny bit. He showed me how the drug lord – turns out to be a she – likes things run. And, apparently, Bell was short for….something, that I won't ever be able to pronounce – me and almost every other American student out there – so he shortened it to Bell.

Once the chores were done for the day and the drug lord – known as Beast – was happy, we were dismissed to our room – you heard correctly – we shared a room. Thankfully it was rather large and sported a bunk bed, so no cootie sharing. With the lights off, and my heart finally went to a normal rhythm I looked at the ceiling – Bell having called dibs long ago on the bottom bunk – and decided it was better to break the ice now than never.

"Bell," I whispered, wondering if he was even awake – because he hadn't twitched in a good few minutes.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, from the sound of his voice, he was face down into a pillow.

"Do you believe in the supernatural?"

"The hell did this come from?"

"Just trying to get to know my roomie better," I murmured.

"I guess," He replied after a while of silence. "I mean, we can't be the only things out there, in this world, it's not that far of a stretch – all the cultures out there share some type of vampire creature, and wolves and what not…." He stammered, as if expecting me to laugh at his confession.

"What about curses?"

"Curses, like the ones in Disney tales?" He asked, "or Supernatural?"

"A little of both, I guess,"

I could imagine him shrugging into his pillow.

"Go to sleep, we gotta get up early, tomorrow is Tuesday, which means Beast comes down for inspection."

"Why do they call her Beast?" I asked, imagining the X-Men blue Beast creature.

"You'll see,"

"But-"

He ignored my attempts at conversation after that – and I begrudgingly went to sleep, Rhys better be a good poker player – because I really didn't want to be working for a lady called Beast for the rest of my life. I had college to look forward to after all – at least I hoped I did, once all of this was sorted out. Damn I missed Grr.

Well? What do you think? If you have a fairy tale you would like me to add to the story, feel free to ask and I'm happy to try to incorporate it! Also! Cricri276 is translating my story into French! Which, might I add - is AWESOME! Please review and keep the love coming - until next time: Adieu!