Chapter 10 - Looking At A Stranger

Pulling to a stop outside of the house matching the address Kira sent her, Avery practically ran from her car to the door as she rang the bell.

"Hey, I was wondering if you were going to show up." Kira greeted with a smile as she allowed her new friend inside of the house.

"I'm sorry." Avery apologized pulling in a deep breath as she continued to ramble slightly, "I kept telling Scott to hurry but he's just so slow sometimes."

"Wait… what?" Kira asked with wide eyes not understanding what Avery was talking about as she reached forward and pulled a leaf from the blonde's hair.

Realizing it must have been there since the wreck and that Scott had seen her plenty times after, in lighting well enough to have surly been able to see that leaf in her hair she muttered, "What a jerk, I know he saw that and didn't even tell me…"

"Kira, is that our guest?"

Yelling over her shoulder she answered her mother, "Yeah, mom. Avery's here."

"Check me, is there anymore?" Avery asked as she turned around and shook her head back forth trying to get any ground debris from her locks.

"I don't see anymore." Kira admitted truthfully wondering what the teenagers were doing for Avery to end up with leaves in her hair.

"Thanks." She said flashing her a smile as she fluffed her hair, "When he dropped me off, I didn't have time to do much else but change clothes. Guess I probably should have taken the time to glance in a mirror."

Kira's jaw dropped as everything she said was making it sound worse by the second, but she didn't really have time to respond as her friend walked right past her farther into the house.

Hearing Avery greeting her parents, Kira looked down to the leaf in her hands and closed her eyes for a few seconds. There had been times she'd seen Avery and Scott interacting that it had made her wonder if they were together, especially the day she saw her grab Scott's hand and pull him into an empty classroom.

But then again Avery did so many strange things, like following her around so much and asking her questions like, 'what are you', that Kira considered maybe they were just friends and she'd been reading too much into it. And then Avery had specifically told her to give the research to Scott, but then while she was stuttering through her conversation with him she'd seen her wink at him. Had she only done that to be mean?

"Kira!" Her dad repeated.

Spinning around and dropping the leaf to the floor she asked, "Yeah?"

"What are you doing in here? Dinner's already running behind." He reminded his teenage daughter motioning for her to come into the dining room.

When she walked into the dining room she saw Avery had her charm on high as she was not only talking to her mom, but also making her laugh. A surprising sight considering not too long before that her mom had been complaining about how rude it was for someone to show up late to dinner.

"Oh, Kira, there you are. I've just been talking to your friend here." Noshiko said, taking a drink from her glass as she smiled at her daughter.

"I see that." Kira said softly as she sat down next to her friend and wondered how Avery so effortlessly got people to like her. Back at her old school, she wasn't exactly popular but she had plenty of friends. But now in Beacon Hills, every time she opened her mouth she did nothing but say all of the wrong things.

"Oh my god." Avery breathed out as she sniffed the air again when her friend's dad brought a large, glass baking dish into the dining room with them, "That smells amazing!"

"It's just lasagna." Kira shrugged.

When her dad set the serving dish down in the middle of the table, Avery's light brown eyes widened as she gasped, "Like, homemade lasagna?"

With a laugh Mr. Yukimura said, "Yes, it's homemade."

Her jaw dropped as she exclaimed, "I've only ever heated frozen ones up or ordered them from restaurants before." With an excited chuckle she clapped her hands together and admitted, "I'm so excited!"

Kira and her parents all laughed at her reaction as her dad cut the lasagna and served them each a piece of it.

As they ate and made small talk a pang of jealousy ran through her as she realized this was probably a normal evening for them, delicious homemade food and family conversations. Looking down to her empty plate she thought of how even Teagan and her dad managed to make time for family dinners, which she was of course always invited too. But it just wasn't the same.

"Here." Kira said with a laugh as she scooped more of the lasagna out onto her friend's plate.

"Thanks." Avery smiled, "I feel like such a pig, but honestly… this is the best lasagna I've ever eaten. Thank you for having me over."

"We're glad you could make it, I know Kira hasn't had the easiest time making friends here." Noshiko added in as she pointed her fork towards her daughter who was across the table from her.

"Mom!" Kira exclaimed shaking her head back and forth, it was bad enough that her dad constantly embarrassed her at school, but now her mom was doing the same thing in front of the only friend she'd managed to make.

"Well, Beacon Hills is pretty small… most of the kids at school have lived here their whole lives and sort of have their own little cliques." Avery explained.

"Did you grow up here?" Mr. Yukimura asked as he took a drink to wash his food down.

"Yeah, I did. But I've learned that you have to be open to making new friends…" An almost pained look fell over her face as she thought of how she hadn't known how great Erica and Boyd were until right before she lost them both. "Sometimes the nicest people and greatest friends you can meet come from just being open and not judging someone."

"Wise words coming from someone so young." Noshiko said with a smile.

Avery nodded and took another bite of her food as she tried to push the memories of losing her friends from her head.

As she finished off her second piece of lasagna while the others finished up their first, Kira's dad pointed out, "You really do like the lasagna."

"It's amazing!" She motioned around the room as she said, "Not just the food, but this whole thing, the way you guys sit down and eat dinner together…"

"You don't sit down for dinner with your own parents?" Noshiko questioned as she wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin.

"It's just me and my dad, and he's always busy with something for work. He normally eats alone in his office and most days I just grab something on my way home from school, or heat up a microwave dinner." She admitted, turning her attention to Kira when she cleared her throat.

"Where's your mom?"

"Kira." Her mother quietly scolded, causing the teen to close her eyes in disbelief at herself. She'd managed to do it again, say the wrong thing.

Avery's gaze fell to her empty plate as she quietly said, "My mom… she's… uh, she's dead."

Kira quickly started to apologize for bringing it up as her parent's both stammered out condolences and apologies.

But their voices sounded far away as right before her eyes she saw the pasta sauce change into blood and start to run off her plate.

Gasping she jumped up so quick it knocked the chair over behind her, the loud crash snapping her from the hallucination as she could now clearly see there wasn't any blood.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Yukimura asked, also jumping to his feet as Kira picked up the fallen chair.

"I'm so sorry… I just started to feel a little sick all of a sudden. Um, where's the bathroom?" She asked feeling like the room was spinning around her.

Barely picking up on what Kira's mom had told her she stumbled down the hallway holding onto the walls as she went until she was in a bathroom, shutting the door behind her she took a deep breath and gripped onto the sink.

Letting out a frustrated noise she angrily shook her head back and forth. She couldn't do this, she simply could not break down every time her mom was brought up, and she also had to stop these disturbing visions she was having. Nightmares were bad enough and seeing her mom's reflection when she looked in the mirror, terrifying; but to hallucinate in a room with other people was simply unacceptable and it had to stop. Much more of this and people would start to talk about her being crazy, with an exasperated sigh she briefly considered that maybe she was losing her mind after all.

Dinner was over, now all she needed to do was collect herself enough to make it out of the house. If she could just make it home, she had a half gone bottle of alcohol on her nightstand.

Pulling open the door, Avery started back down the hallway but stopped as she saw the door leading into a room she knew had to be Kira's was open.

Taking a detour on her way back to the dining room, she walked into the teenagers room and looked around. She did like Kira, but she still couldn't get over the electric surging feel in the air around the new student.

She absentmindedly flipped through a few notebooks on her desk, looked through the small make-up organizer on top of her dresser and was currently opening the closet when Kira walked in and asked, "I guess you're feeling better?"

Spinning around Avery smiled, "Much better thank you."

Nodding Kira awkwardly glanced around and questioned, "Why are you snooping through my room?"

"I'm not snooping." Avery defended then shrugged it off as she reasoned, "I was just looking for that skirt you had on the other day…"

Kira opened her mouth to speak, but Avery cut her off a she pulled a hanger from the closet with the short, gathered fabric black skirt as she said, "Here it is. I'm borrowing this."

"Oh… okay." Kira stuttered out.

Avery pulled the closet doors shut and said, "You're welcome to come over to my house and look through my closets sometime."

"Closets…"

"Mhmm." She hummed, "there's the one in my room, the hallway closet, the one in the guest room Teagan always stays in and I've recently set up a few clothing racks in another guest room."

"Oh… wow…" Kira breathed out, her jaw hung open in surprise.

As her phone went off Avery pulled it from her pocket and saw it was Jared, letting her know he'd finished her English project and she needed to have his money in the morning.

"Is that Scott?" Kira tried to nonchalantly question as she almost missed the edge of her bed trying to sit down.

"No… why?" she asked with arched eyebrows as she sent him a text back and put her phone away.

"Oh, no reason… I just see you guys together all the time." She shrugged trying to appear like it didn't bother her.

Hiding her smirk Avery said, "Yeah we're really good friends now."

"Oh, I thought… I mean are you guys, I… uh…" she stammer not sure how to word her question.

"For god sakes, Kira. If you want to know something just ask me, we're friends."

Nodding and gathering her courage she quietly asked, "So you and Scott… you're not dating or anything?"

Her gaze fell to the floor as she realized how entirely obvious she was being.

"Ha, no way… McCall couldn't handle me." Avery said with a wink as she laughed.

"I wasn't asking for any certain reason… just wondering." She stuttered out as a smile now fell over her lips.

With a small laugh Avery said, "If you can't be subtle, at least learn to own it."

"I'm subtle…" Kira started to argue but Avery cut her off with a laugh.

"Oh, before I forget!" Kira exclaimed as she grabbed her book bag and pulled a new notebooks out, she said, "I know you don't like your other notebook, so I copied your notes down in this one… without the drawings of the birds."

Flipping through it Avery smiled as she said, "That was really sweet, thank you."

"No problem."

Raising her head Avery said, "I like you Kira, and because I like you I'm going to tell you that I see the way you look at Scott, and I also see the way he looks back at you. From my completely objective third party point of view, I think there's something there and I think you should just go for it."

Her mouth hung open as she wasn't sure how to respond to her at all.

"But you should also know that even though I do like you, I also know there is something strange about you… I can't put my finger on, but Scott and I have this connection and he's probably the nicest guy I know, so if you hurt him in any way… I'll have to kick your ass."

"Connection?" Kira questioned, her mind was racing trying to process everything she'd just been told.

Just as Avery started to say something, her friends mom walked in the room and said, "Here, take this home with you and whenever you finish it just bring the container to Kira."

Avery took the Tupperware container from Noshiko and raised it up to look through the clear bottom and realized it was the rest of the lasagna from their dinner.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed with a wide smile before saying bye to her new friend and her parents.

~(A few days later…)~

Teagan wiped the sweat from her forehead, as she started to punch the training dummy in front of her. She was out at Avery's old family house. The one; she, Avery and Allison used when they first started training together. The three would still meet up there sometimes to train, run the trails or shoot guns since the property was out in the middle of nowhere.

On this day, Avery was supposed to be meeting her out there to practice some self-defense moves Allison recently showed them. Teagan walked away from the dummy and grabbed her water bottle, taking a big swallow, then grabbed her cell phone, looking at the time as she tried to catch her breath, and saw that Avery was running late.

She was in the middle of sending Avery a text, when she heard the front door open. Without looking up, she called out,"About time you got your ass here. What took so damn long?"

"Not the greeting I was hoping for." She heard Isaac say, causing her to snap her head up to look at him.

"What are you doing here?" Teagan snapped, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

"I wasn't expecting that greeting either." Isaac added, as he walked further into the room. He looked at her closely, seeing the dark circles under her eyes again and knew that meant she wasn't sleeping well like before, even thought she kept telling him she was fine.

It had been few days since they helped save Malia and turned her back into a human and while things were a little better for some of them, the rest; like Teagan, were not doing so well.

She didn't sleep often, but when she did, the nightmares were back. They were all similar to the hallucination she had at Allison's in each one she was hurting or killing someone she loved. The others made appearances in the nightmares, but the last few days it was only Isaac she was hurting causing her to pull away from him; which he noticed and was the reason he was there now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." Teagan apologized, seeing the look on his face. "It's just, Avery is on her way we're suppose to train today, so I don't have time-"

"Avery's not coming." Isaac interrupted. When she shot him a confused look, he added, "I asked her not to. We need to talk Teagan, and every time lately I've tried to get you to talk, you have some excuse or reason why now is not the right time -but no more running. We have to talk about this."

As she sighed and turned her head, avoiding looking at him, he continued, "Since helping Malia; Scott and Stiles are doing better, but you're not."

"I'm getting better." Teagan lied, as she turned her head to look at him concentrating on keeping her heart beat steady; which was something Allison had taught them recently.

Isaac shook his head, as he walked over to her, coming to a stop in front of her. He reached out to lightly run his thumb under her eye, as he said, "At not sleeping, maybe." He lowered his eyes to look at her chest hearing her heart beat, then scoffed, as he continued, "And at lying, but you're not getting better, Teagan."

Teagan took a few steps away from him turning around, as she softly said his name; planning to throw out an excuse to explain things away, but before she could say anything else he grabbed her arm, turning her back around.

"No, no more turning away, Teagan. You think I couldn't feel you pulling away from me again? Talk to me! Don't shut me out again. Whatever it is, whatever is happening to you, we can get through it together."

"Hey, no, don't do that." He added, as she shook her head at his words. He laid his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him, as he continued, "What do we always say? It's you and me. Teagan, let me in!"

"I'm not-I'm not trying to shut you out, Isaac." Teagan cried. "I'm just... I'm so scared. The things I see, the things I hear and feel; I hate it and I don't know how to make it stop. I just want it to stop!" She yelled.

"Tell me what to do, babe, tell me how to make this better." Isaac said, with a pained look; hating to see her hurting this way and there was nothing he could do.

"Just drop it." Teagan suggested with a small shrug. "Don't make me talk about it, don't make me repeat the things that I do that keep me awake at night. Living it once is already hard enough." She added, her eyes pleading with him.

"Okay." Isaac whispered with a small nod. It's not what he wanted to do, but he heard the pain in her voice and knew talking about it; at least now, was not going to help anything.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"You can hold me." Teagan softly said, hoping his embrace would help calm her like it usually did.

"Anytime." Isaac said back, with a small smile, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. He ran a hand up her back, cradling the back of her head as he took a deep breath and slowly released it with a relieved sigh. He had missed holding her in his arms over the last few days.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, about everything." Her muffled voice said, as she had her face pressed against his chest.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. None of this is your fault." Isaac pointed out.

"Will you promise me something?" Teagan asked, as she raised her head to look at him. Without even thinking, he nodded his head, but if he knew what she was about to ask, he never would have.

She nervously bit her bottom lip, as she locked eyes with him, then began to say, "If it gets bad, I mean really bad, I need you to stay away from me. Far, far, away from me."

"What?" Isaac asked in shocked, as he took a step back from her. He shook his head, as he said, "No. I'm not promising that."

"Isaac..."

"No!" He interrupted. "No, the only promise I can make you, is that I will never leave you. I will never walk away, I will never give up, those are the promises I have made to you, Teagan, and those are the only ones I will keep."

"And what if I hurt you again?" Teagan questioned, as she tilted her head to the side, shooting him a look. "Did you forget the other day, in the woods, when I was pushing the trap further closed on your foot? Did you forget all about that?" She continued, as she took a few steps toward him.

"That was an accident." Isaac stated. There was no doubt in his mind that she didn't mean to do it.

"Was it?" Teagan questioned, as she came to a stop in front of him. He lowered his eyebrows in confusion, when he briefly saw a smirk on her face. He took a step back from her bumping into a table that had some weapons set out on it.

Teagan took another step toward him, then leaned toward him to grab a dagger from the table. She kept her eyes on him, as she straightened back up, playing with the dagger by running her finger lightly over the blade with an unreadable look on her face.

"And what if it wasn't an accident? What if I meant to do it?" She continued questioning. She laid the blade against him; lightly running it across his chest, as she whispered out, "What if I liked it?"

"Teagan?" Isaac said, as he stared at the girl in front of him, the one giving him a look that looked nothing like his loving and caring girlfriend.

"Hmm?" She questioned, as she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. Before he could say anything else, she added, "Now answer me something, if all of that was true, would you run? Would you run far from me and never look back?"

He grabbed the blade, removing it from his chest, as he shook his head and said, "Never. I would never run -no matter what, Teagan. You know that."

"Then you're a fool." Teagan said with a scoff, as she pulled the dagger away; causing it to slice his hand open since he still had his hand wrapped around the blade.

"Ow! Damn it!" Isaac called out, as he held up his hand, watching the cut heal up.

"Oops." Teagan said with a shrug as she took a few steps back.

Isaac looked over at her, he didn't know if he should be pissed, confused or worried by her behavior. He stepped up to her with a growl, jerking the dagger from her hand and slamming it down on the table, before looking back at her, as he snapped, "What the hell was that about?"

"You're angry, good." Teagan said, then added, "You should be."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Teagan?" He asked, as he lowered his eyebrows in confusion.

"Get mad, Isaac." Teagan said, as she reached out to shove him. "Get pissed." She added, pushing him. "Yell, scream, fight me!" She continued, as she laid her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards.

Isaac fell back against the table and looked over at her with a shocked look on his face. His eyes flashed yellow and felt his canines sliding out of his gums. He let out a snarl, then pushed himself away from the table, before rushing over toward her. She dropped down, sliding her leg out and moved it toward him, knocking him flat on his back on the floor.

She quickly threw her leg over him, straddling him, then grabbed his arms and pining them to the floor above his head. "Is that all you got, Isaac?" She taunted.

Isaac shot her a look, he couldn't figure out why she was doing this. What exactly was she trying to prove? And why did he feel like he was staring at a stranger when he looked into her eyes right now.

In a flash, he rolled them over, he was now on top while she was under him and he had her arms pinned. He saw her close her eyes, then saw her moving her lips, as she talked to herself, but he couldn't read her lips to figure out what she was saying.

A few, long, minutes later she opened her eyes, looking right at him and looking more like herself; looking like the girl he fell in love with. She began to pant, trying to catch her breath. When he saw a lone tear slide down her face, he sat back on his heels releasing her arms.

She sat up some, leaning back on her arms, as she whispered, "I-Isaac, I'm so-sorry."

"What the hell was that, Teagan?" He questioned.

"I don't- I don't..." Teagan began to say, then shook her head as she lowered her head. She took a deep breath slowly releasing it, then lifted her head to look at him again, before continuing, "I was, um, I was just trying to scare you and got carried away."

"Well, mission accomplished. You scared the shit out of me." Isaac said, as he stood up from the floor.

"I'm sorry." Teagan whispered, as she lowered her head feeling guilty for scaring him and hurting him, as well as lying to him. To be honest, she had no idea what just happened.

"Come on." He softly said, as he held out a hand, offering to help her up.

Teagan looked up at him for a moment, a part of her scared to even take his hand but knew if she didn't he would just have even more questions than he already had. She laid a shaky hand in his and felt him pull her up from the floor.

Once on her feet, she tried to look at anything other than him, but couldn't avoid his eyes anymore, when he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I don't know what point you were just not trying to prove, but it's not going to work." Isaac began to say, assuming she was trying to scare him away, make him promise he would leave her if it got bad. "I told you, nothing is going to make me run from you. It's you and me."

Teagan felt tears fill her eyes, and bit her bottom lip, trying to keep them from spilling out, as she nodded her head at his words. Seeing her agree with him, he breathed out a sigh of relief, then pulled her toward him.

He kissed the top of her head, letting a breathy laugh, as he said, "Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?"

"Okay." Teagan whispered, hoping this was one promise she wouldn't break.

~()~

Avery pulled to a stop at a red light all of her windows down and rock music blaring so loudly through her speakers it made her car shake.

Not even glancing over to the car next to her she took her hands off the wheel and pulled her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head.

Hearing the loud sound of an engine revving she glanced over to see a guy looking to be mid-twenties also in a classic car, she couldn't tell what kind it was but she still appreciated its classic beauty.

He nodded at her as he revved his engine again.

Biting down on her bottom lip she looked forward again remembering how alive she felt the night she'd been speeding down the empty stretch of road.

Looking over at him again she ran her tongue over her bottom lip before smirking at him and revving her own engine.

As soon as the light turned green, both cars raced off, full speed ahead. Raising forward in her seat some she smiled widely as the cool night air whipped in around her, and for a few moments she felt whole again. Like she wasn't just enjoying the night air, but more like her every cell was absorbing and relishing in the cold sting.

Their engines roared loudly as both cars stayed almost neck in neck down the stretch of hi-way, both of them racing through the next red light without a second thought, or glance to see if anyone was coming down the side streets. When she was able to pull into the lead, she cheered loudly with the music for herself. But the carefree mood was ruined when her mirrors were full of the familiar red and blue flashing lights.

She knew she should slow down, but she felt too alive to be stopped tonight. Chances were she knew the town better than whatever officer was tailing them, she could out run them and pull behind an abandoned building or something. Glancing down to her gauges she decided she was going for it, she was going to outrun the police.

But just as she looked up she gasped as the guy in the other car quickly swerved into her lane right in front of her and his tires screeched as he whipped around the corner onto the residential street she'd planned to exit on.

His sudden and dangerous move forced her to apply pressure to the brakes and close her eyes, praying to god she didn't slam into the side of his car, that would surely be the death of them both.

As her car slowed and then came to a sudden halting stop, she pushed against the wheel, keeping herself in her seat. Her breathing was erratic, not only from the high she was feeling, but from rage at the other driver getting away.

Shutting her car off she leaned back into her leather seat and tried to catch a breath as she hoped it was Parrish pulling her over again, she got out of a reckless driving ticket once before with him, surely she could flirt her way out of another one.

"Avery?"

Sighing she opened her eyes at the familiar voice and forced a smile, "Hi, Sheriff Stilinski."

He stared at her with a shocked expression before he finally found his voice, "What the hell are you doing!"

She cringed from his raised voice and her mind raced to think up an excuse, but what could she possibly say to get out of this one?

He didn't give her much of a chance to speak as he continued to yell, "Street racing? Come on!"

Taking a deep breath and trying to control his breathing and stop yelling at the teenager, he rubbed a hand over his face and in a quieter voice said, "Avery, you were literally seconds away from slamming into that other car."

"I know…"

But he didn't let her get a word in as his voice raised again, "My night could have ended with having to call your dad to come to the morgue and claim your body!"

She stared at him wide eyed, hardly able to believe that he was actually yelling at her.

Closing his eyes and trying to control his anger he shook his head as all he could see was the deadly accident she'd narrowly avoided, he'd almost watched one of his son's best friends, a teenager he'd grown fond of, die right in front of him.

With a quiet voice she reminded him, "You're supposed to be keeping your stress levels in check."

Opening his eyes he shot her a look, letting her know the entire thing was her fault as he pointed a finger at her and started to yell some more but the radio attached to his uniform went off.

"Sheriff?"

"I'll deal with you in a minute…" He said angrily shaking the finger he had pointed at her before he clicked the microphone on and said, "Yeah, go ahead Parrish."

"We located the other car you called in."

Noticing he only said the car and not the driver he questioned, "The driver?"

"D.O.A. The cars wrapped around a tree, sir."

There was a pause of silence and Avery diverted her eyes from Stiles' dad's angry expression.

"Alright Parrish, you know the drill." The sheriff said, knowing he didn't need to tell the young deputy who all he needed to call to the scene.

"Dead on arrival, did you hear that?" He yelled, leaning down and resting his hands on her car door.

"I know what D.O.A means…" She quietly whispered.

"Well that could have you been you!"

Nodding she kept avoiding his eyes.

"Why the hell were you racing with someone?" He pushed, trying to wrap his head around her dangerous, reckless behavior.

Shrugging and finally looking at him with a hopeless expression she whispered, "To feel free…"

The look on her face made him hurt for her, but he was still shaken up from what he'd just seen.

"I still don't understand a lot of this, but from what Stiles tells me… you went through a lot to make sure we all came home safe. Now, I can't imagine what kind of pressure that puts on a person, but what I do know is that whatever is going on inside of you… this isn't the way to solve it! This kind of behavior isn't going to do anything but land you six feet under!" He said as he pulled the ticket notepad from his pocket and started to try and scribble things down.

"Am I getting a ticket?" She quietly asked, peering up at him through her open window.

"Are you getting…" He sighed, so angered he could hardly even form a sentence, "Yes, you're getting a ticket!"

She continued to watch him with wide eyes as he tried to write with shaky hands, she'd never seen him so angry before.

Finally giving up when his writing wasn't the least bit legible he shoved the book back in his pocket and said, "Everyone in this town has lost enough, we don't need to bury you too… I never want to see you do anything like this again, okay?"

When she didn't respond, he asked louder, "Do you understand me? Never again!"

"I understand you… you just fathered the crap out of me." She admitted, not able to hide her shocked expression.

"Well it looks like someone needed to." He said before he took a deep breath and said, "I'm serious, if I see you do anything like this again I'll not only yank your license, I'll also have your car impounded."

As he turned around to head back to his car, she leaned out of her window and asked, "Can you really do that?"

Pausing but not turning around he yelled, "I can and I will. Now put your seatbelt on."

Leaning back in her car she reached over and clipped her seatbelt on for the first time that night, and slowly started her car, a sinking feeling in her stomach at how much she'd stressed him out and at the way he'd talked to her; her own dad had never said anything like that to her and now she felt ashamed of her actions. A feeling she wasn't at all used to.

Turning her radio all the way off she drove home in silence, not only with her seatbelt on, but also coming to complete stops and signaling for every turn.

~ A Teen Wolf fanfiction collaboration between Miss E Charlotte and Sage Londyn.~

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