Chapter: Trust needs to be earned.

"Dr. Deaton?" I walked in the Vet clinic to see Scott at the other side of the desk. "Margie." He smiled and walked over to me. "Hey how have you been?"

"Good." I said simply. "Excited for tomorrow?"

"Yes for Allison, hell no for Jackson." He chuckled.

"Don't worry it will be fine. Jackson isn't that bad once you get to know him… it just takes a long ass time."

"You would be the judge." Scott nodded. "Is this the famous Bowser?" Scott crouched down and began to pet him. To my surprise Bowser didn't stray from him or do something I would have to explain. "You aren't the big bad monster Stiles says you are."

"Does he really say that?" I giggled.

"Not in those terms. He basically tells me that Jackson is friendlier than Bowser." I rolled my eyes. "What about you and Stiles?" I raised an eyebrow at Scott's shift in conversation. "I mean are you excited to be hanging out with him."

"Yeah I guess…" I looked down at Bowser who nudged my leg. "I just am worried it is going to be for nothing." I looked at Scott with a cold look. "I mean how long before the next secret?"

I saw guilt flash in his face. "Margie… what you have to understand is that Stiles wants to tell you but he wants to keep you out of it even more. It's a lot to handle-"

"What so I am just not trust worthy?" I tried to keep calm but the insecurities that had been rubbing at me for all this time were bubbling to the top.

"Its not that!" Scott pleaded. "We do trust you but…"

"You know what Scott." I raised a hand and looked at him. "This is silly and frankly I don't like fighting with a friend." I looked down at my dog. "At least I hope we are friends, but I can understand with the way I have been acting even just now-:

"Margie…" Scott gave me a smile. "Trust me when I say I think of you as not just a friend. But a treasured wing man." At this we both laughed as a man walked into the front office.

"If I was a hard ass I would say laughing at work is distracting." He came up to us smiling. "But I think there needs to be more laughter in a doctor's office." He reached a hand over to me. "Dr. Deaton. I see you already know Scott."

"Yes we go to school together." I shook his hand. "I am Margie Farrondale. I have an appointment for a dog named Bowser."

By my legs I could hear Bowser whine a bit. "Oh and here he is." Deaton knelt down and scratched his head. "What a good boy he is being. Come on let's take him to the exam room." I followed Deaton with Bowser at my heels. "Oh Scott can you get do me a favor and run to the post office I need to send out those prescriptions." Scott nodded and left. Once in the exam room I put Bowser on the table.

"Well someone trusts you." Deaton said.

"What do you mean?"

"Most dogs tend to resist the idea of their owners picking them up. They like all paws on the floor but this guy seemed comfortable with you." He picked up his stethoscope. "It's a good sign of trust."

"Yeah trust." I looked down at Bowser. "Not a lot of that anymore." There was a bitter tone in my voice.

"Sounds like you have a lot on your mind." He looked up at me as he examined Bowser. "Care to talk about it?"

"Oh no." I smiled. "You do not want to hear me piss and moan."

"Tell you what." He looked up at me. "Just talk to me. I might help and I can tell you haven't been able to get off your chest."

"Why do I get the special treatment?" I smirked.

"Well first you remind me of someone… an old friend I would go to for advice. Wise woman. And second, it would certainly beat the awkward small talk I have with most clients."

"Alright…" I had been aching for someone to talk to. My mom would try to get my locked up and Lydia would freak. "I have been stumbling around a secret for a while now and the closer I get to it the worse things get with people I care about. I know it's not my place, but I am so close and I can't get away from it. The thing is the people that I care for are pushing me from it to protect me. But the more people push me from the truth the crazier I feel. I want things to work out here but how can I do that when I feel half the people I am close to are hiding something big from me? And I know I can help them. I want to. Not only that-" I didn't question why I was gushing to this stranger I just wanted to be heard. "I keep getting these… impulses. That just rip through me. I fight it but it gets me nowhere. I want to know if I am sane or not but I have no way of really knowing."

Deaton paused for a moment. "Alright. I can see why you struggle Margie… its trust. Let me ask you this: Is what you're hiding, whatever it is, just as important or crazy as what they are?"

I nod. "What is more I think they are connected… in fact I know that."

"Then maybe you need to tell them first." He stared me in the eye. "Sometimes if you want someone's trust you have to give yourself to them, completely. I know that is scary but look at Bowser." He gestured to my shepherd who just wagged his tail at us. "To get this trust from anything it meant that you had to give yourself as well. It's hard to do but it has to be done sometimes, but I am 100% sure that the people you let in, despite whatever their secret is, will trust you and keep your secret."

I closed my eyes and pondered the idea of telling Scott and Stiles everything. And to be honest it terrified me.

I am not giving up on you

Stiles voice ran through my mind followed by his smile that even now clinched at my heart. I knew I could trust them. I did trust them, I needed to show it.

"You sound like a village elder of a tribe."

"You make me sound old." He chuckled. "As for your impulses. If you want to understand them or at least find out if they are sane or not, just stop fighting it and start fighting with it. Next time one of these impulses come enjoy the ride maybe it will take you to what you need to know. I mean how can you expect to know something if you don't really experience it? As long as they won't hurt anyone I think you should just go with what your body is telling you to do."

"You are right." I dropped my mouth in shock. I had been here five minutes and all the problems that had been running through my mind seemed solvable. "Truthfully though I am scared to put everything out like that, but someone has to do it." Stiles and Scott flashed through my mind. Of course they wouldn't tell me everything… they just thought I was curious. They had no idea how close I was.

"Spoken like a leader." He chuckled. "And your little champ seems to be in perfect health." He picked up a clip board. "But it looks like you need to get him some shots."

"Yeah." I winced as I looked down at Bowser. "I was also told this was the place to go for frontline, all the basic pet precautions and tags."

"That you are." He smiled at me. "Your mother pre ordered the license and everything else is in stock so you won't be here long."

"Thanks…" I took a pause and looked at Deaton. "This woman I remind you of was she a mentor?"

"Sort of." He looked up at me. "She taught me to see the world in a way that wasn't quite normal but very beautiful. Not only that but she taught me a patience that this line of work" he stuck my dog with a needle causing both me and my pet to wince. "is invaluable." He smiled up and looked at Bowser. I looked down and began to pet the top of his head.

"I can see where you need patience… I have to say though I think that is a virtue I lack."

"Its not something we are born with." Deaton looked up at me. "It is something we grow and hold on too. I think you have more than you realize but don't use it as much as you should."

"Fair statement."

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"Mario!" I heard my dad call from downstairs. "Dinner in 10."

"Alright dad." I called. I was at the vanity again with the composition book open. I had been taping the photographs in each page and began to write about today.

Vision from last night had truth. Man attacked by animal. Derek Once again tried to stop me from digging. Scott destroyed a locker. Pictures of evidence. Have decided to present Stiles with the book and poster. Hope for Trust, Pray for answers.

I knew I should have stopped writing all of this and just throw the book out, but I needed it. Especially after my talk with Deaton. I decided tomorrow after Danny and Isaac left I was going to present Stiles with the book and tell him everything. I knew whatever they were hiding was connected with my dreams. It had to be. That or I was insane. Either way I was going to find out tomorrow.

My phone began to buzz I looked down to see Stiles name and smiled.

[To Margie, From Stiles]

[So Danny and Isaac asked if there was anything they should bring.]

[To Stiles, From Margie]

[They could have asked me lol.]

[To Margie, From Stiles]

[Yeah but since I decided to throw this all together in some desperate way to get on your good side. So I figured why the hell not help out a bit?]

[To Stiles, From Margie]

[Speaking of which… do you mind staying a bit after? There was something I wanted to talk to you about]

[To Margie, From Stiles]

[Oh? Should I bring a helmet?]

[To Stiles, From Margie]

[It's not what you think. Just trust me on this one. No one is in trouble okay? :)]

[To Margie, From Stiles]

[alright I will just be a nervous wreck for a day but I can handle that. I am a sophomore: P]

[To Stiles, From Margie.]

[Seriously it is fine. Have to go down to dinner. Looking forward to tomorrow.]

[To Margie, From Stiles]

[Same! See you Mars]

I put my phone down and dashed down stairs. "Is that Carbonara I smell?"

"Yes it is Mario!" I saw my dad from the kitchen he was putting the pasta on three plates and handing them to my mother. "Go get some drinks for your family and put them on the table."

"Alright. Oh and I have a few friends over tomorrow for chemistry stuff is that okay?"

"Its fine sweetheart thanks for telling us." My mom set the table while I put the drinks around the table. "So Status report on Bowser goes as follows; He hates needles but is healthy."

"Good." My dad called as he sat at the table with my mother and I. "I need to hear some good news."

"Is something wrong?" I asked as I began to eat.

"It is that patient from the bus attack." My dad looked at me sadly. "Even though I don't work with patients I still check up on people and … he isn't doing so great."

"Oh Dad…" My heart ached a bit. He was taking this to heart. "Look I know I don't understand yet but what I do know is that you always do your best and ask your employees to do the same. That man, as tragic as it is in, is in good hands and being taken care of."

"I should have you work as a grief counselor at the hospital." He huffed as he looked back at his food. "How about your day Kathy?" He looked at my mother who had been silent. "Where is that research leading you?"

"Over leaps and bounds Mark." She smiled. "In a few weeks though I have to go away to the other side of California for a week. However-" her gaze shifted over to me. "Margie sweetie I was thinking… how about I hold I bit of a dinner party for your friends and their parents. It would be nice to get to meet them and make some friends of our own."

"Mom are you sure?" I cocked an eyebrow. "You are gambling my friends here."

"Oh come one sweetie it won't be that bad. How about you casually talk it over with your friends and tell us which ones are okay with it and will invite them."

"Fine" I said with a slight pout. "But no using the name Mario at the party."

"Deal."

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"See I don't understand why she would be annoyed I mean more people equals less tension." Lydia stood in the bathroom mirror and looked at herself up and down before leaving the girls room.

"Normally I would agree but you know Scott and Jackson don't get along." I push passed a group of kids.

"True…" she tilted her head.

"Speaking of instigating awkwardness, My parents want to have this dinner with my new friends and their parents. So I figured why not invite my best friend to share in this… experience."

"Sounds like it will be a good story at the least." Lydia laughed. "Sounds good but only if I get to sleep over. We haven't hung out in a while and I miss you."

"Deal do you think Jackson and his family would like to come?"

"Oh definitely" Lydia scoffed. "His parents would love to meet yours. You being of higher breeding and what not." We both laughed. "I will invite him when I go to his house today. But that's not what I wanted to talk about, what is going on with you and that weird kid? … What was his name … Stiles?"

"Oh," I laughed. "Nothing he is just a friend."

"You sure about that? She cocked an eyebrow. "I think there are some vibes there. Not actually feelings but something like … vibes."

"You are usually more literate than this." I commented.

"Yeah no coffee this morning, but don't deject from the topic."

I sighed. "Vibes, or feelings there is no way he and I will be together."

"Margie." She grabbed my hand. "My personal beliefs over social status aside if you like a guy you owe it to him and yourself to try it out."

"Oh it's not that." I smiled. "He seems really attached to you and I want someone who would see me as their first choice."

Her lips pursed and tightened. "Ugh I hate that, though I have to admit I am impressed with how you are acting. I mean you aren't acting like some love sick idiot screaming 'I can make him love me'."

"I aim to please." I sighed and pushed myself through the chemistry doors. "Let's just hope Harris notices."

"Good luck." Lydia said as she took her seat.

"Hey." I turned to see Isaac's familiar smile. "Ready for a study session of tom foolery?"

"Try to have some hope." I pushed him playfully only to make him wince. "Hey are you okay?" I scooted close to him keep my eyes on his arm.

"Yeah, Yeah lacrosse can just get rough."

"More than rough look at your fingers." I tried to reach for his hand but he pulled away. I still saw his raw fingertips.

"Just drop it Margie." He snapped and I jumped back a bit.

"Okay … but you know if you need anything… just ask okay?"

"Yeah okay… I am sorry the pain from my shoulder just hurts a little too much."

"If you want my dad could look at that tonight." I offered.

"Sure only if he knows it was from lacrosse." He smiled.

"That's fine." I looked at him closely and turned back to the board. Just another mystery here at beacon hills.

Chemistry went by slowly. I had to admit I was happy Stiles arranged the study session because now we had a stack of work to do for the next day and I was not going to want to do it alone. As I left class I let my mind drop into the heavier thoughts. Would things go well? Would Stiles believe me? Would he even view me as a threat? Would he trust me with his secret? What would Scott do when he found out?

"Hello Mars?" I snapped up to Stiles talking into his hand like it was a walkie. "This is earth requisition communication. Please respond." I looked up at him and smiled. "See what I did there … 'Mars' it's a planet and your nickname… and I am just going to shut up now."

"No I saw what you were doing there. I liked it. I even thought it was punny." I smirked.

"Oh well if that is the case I have a whole arsenal of bad jokes and puns enough to make you just roll over in either laughter or disgust."

"Really now?" I laughed as we walked down the hall. "Hey are you coming straight to my house after school?"

"No we all have practice so we will come by after." He paused for a moment. "And do you still want to talk to me?"

I paused for a moment. I could just say no and forget this silly idea, but the more I looked at Stiles the more I felt it was going to be alright. "Yeah and stop stressing alright?"

"See that just isn't going to happen." He turned a corner and gave me one last look. "But I'll play it off cool."

"I am sure." I laughed.

"You have no idea."

"Oh also I wanted to know." I began not really sure how I was going to word this. "I already invited Allison and Scott and they were game but do you mind going to this dinner party thing my parents are hosting with your dad? They want to get to know all of my friends and their families and I would love it if you would come."

"Sounds good is…"

"Yes Lydia is going be there." I rolled my eyes and felt something twitch in my stomach, but I kept my tone light and jovial.

"I was actually going to ask if it was this weekend." Stiles laughed. "But that is a plus."

Author's Note

So I believe I promised an outfit and if that is the case here is the actual link is on my profile along with the other outfits and pictures of the Farrondales! CHECK THEM OUT