Final Moment Exit now.

Margie POV

I paced my room like an angry cat. This wasn't going well. No no no this was going to be a disaster. He was going to laugh at me and tell me I needed help. I would be sent away and no one would remember me. I crashed down on the couch and looked over at my bookshelf. I pushed myself up and ran my fingers over the spin of each book as if they could give me the answer. When my fingers stopped at hamlet. "There are more things" I muttered. "In heaven and earth, Horatio than can be dreamt of in you philosophy" I thought back to what the burnt man said to me and then to Deaton's words. I trusted Stiles. I did. Now it was time to show it.

"Margie your friends are here." My Father called. My stomach lurched. I could do this I knew I could.

"Coming." I ran down to stairs to see all three boys staring around the house. "Hey Guys we can work up here." I stopped in my tracks and looked over at my dad. "Oh Dad? Can you look at Isaac's shoulder? He hurt it in lacrosse." Isaac stepped over to my Dad hesitantly while my dad began to look at it. I could tell from the frown on my father's face that he didn't like what he was seeing with Isaac's arm which only made me worry more.

"Well Kid Lacrosse is a tough sport but it's just a bruised bone I'll give you some medical tape and bandages so next time this happens you can bring down the swelling. I will tell you one thing though someone did a number on you."

"Jackson no doubt." Stiles muttered.

"Excuse me whose best friend dislocated the captain's shoulder last week?" Danny

"True."

"Thanks Dr. Farrondale." Isaac said.

"Oh hey while I have you here." I suddenly remembered the dinner party. "My parents are hosting this get together with my friends and their families would you guys like to come."

"Like with our parents?" Danny said with a raised eyebrow.

I winced. "Yeah I know it is silly."

"No its cool. I think I can come but I warn you… my family is weird." Danny stated.

"Is your family actively trying to force you into social exile?" I joked. "Don't worry we can handle weird. What about you Isaac?"

"Sorry I can't my dad… he will be busy."

"Oh well if you want to just drop by that is fine." I said a smile with got me a weird nod from Isaac. Something wasn't right but I wouldn't press it.

"So are going to study or stand around awkwardly." I shot a look at Stiles who shrugged. "I personally would like to study."

"This way guys." I sighed. As I showed them up the stairs. "Isaac can you show them to the den? I am going to get some snacks."

"How does he know where the den is?" Stiles asked.

"I was here a while ago to study." Isaac replied.

"Oh well thanks for the invite Mars." I head Stiles call from upstairs.

"Stiles we aren't even lab partners."

"Still could have used the help," I laughed I pulled a back of chips and crackers from the pantry. With an arm full of snacks I headed up to the den only to find my study partners huddled around the TV looking to play a video game.

"Guys…" I warned.

"Come on how can we not?" Stiles jumped up and looked at me. "This TV deserves a love and attention that you haven't provided."

"Danny Help me out here."

"How about a compromise…" Danny smirked. "We study then I beat all your asses at Mario Kart."

"Beat my ass?" Stiles dropped his bag and pulled out a notebook. "You wish."

I slumped down and began to work on the lab. For the whole time we worked my mind kept flying to Stiles. I was going to tell him…And for once I was not scared. I felt calm as I saw that idiot highlight every word in the packet. Occasionally He would look up at me with a furrowed expression causing me to laugh.

Stiles POV

I really couldn't concentrate on anything for the first hour at Margie's. Ever since she sent me that text all I could think about was what was on her mind. My eyes flickered towards her every so often but I was stopped by a paw on my knee from Bowser. I had to hand it to the dog, his concentration didn't falter he kept his eyes right on me and made sure I was behaving myself. Which is just dumb all I was doing was staring and the only reason I was so focused on her was because she had something to tell me. It had nothing to do with silly teenage thought… this time.

Every time she looked at me my heart would jump in my throat as if she was going to scream Scott's condition in a mega phone right there. I knew she wouldn't but still I did not like not knowing.

"Hey kids." Margie's came in carrying a few plates and a liter of soda. "We thought you guys deserved some brain food after all of you hard work."

"So we brought you a not so brain food like meal to the table. Help to lighten things up." Dr. Farrondale slid a large cheese pizza on the table with a big grin on his face. I forgot how much these two liked to impress people.

"Thanks Docs" I jumped at the pizza like a half starved lion. Danny had more manners, but Isaac was the most ravenous of our trio. I had to say I was a bit surprised.

"Mind the dog." Dr. Farrondale called as he and his wife left the den. "The wagging tale is just a distraction for when he steals your food."

"See?" I said through a mouth full of pizza. "I am not the only one who acknowledges your dog's evil personality."

I narrowed my eyes and looked down at Bowser who had been at my feet for most of the day. Now he got up and was whining at Isaac begging for food. "See he goes for the weak one."

"Okay Isaac is not the weak one." Danny said as he threw a bread crust to Bowser. "You are. And this guy is nothing but a happy dog." Bowser trotted over.

"He hates me." I muttered.

"I don't have to wonder why." Isaac said. "Dogs know when you don't like them. Its in your behavior.

"So its my fault?" So it's my fault.

"Yes." Mars said. Her smile broke out when she pushed her lazy curls to the side of her face.

"So Mars how much more of this do we still have to do?" My mouth was full of pizza.

"Actually none of it." Mars stated as I looked through the direction. "We have finished most of it except for edits, and if we send it to Harris tonight he may proof read it for us before the free period he is giving us during chemistry."

"O a suck up tactic… Clever Ms. Farrondale." Danny said.

"Does that mean Mario Kart?" Isaac interjected.

"OH does it!" Mars giggled. I liked her laugh it wasn't forced but it wasn't one of those horrible laughs you see on TV "But no one can pick who they want to be. We all decide for each other."

"OOOO I like." Danny tossed pizza crust in his mouth. "I Say Stiles goes as Waluigi."

"Done." Isaac and Mars nodded.

"Wait why am I the shadiest character?"

"Because out of all of us, you are the shadiest. Especially with the way you look at Lydia and Margie."

"What?" Both Mars and I stared at Danny with wide eyes. "I don't stare…"

"So what have you been doing this whole night then?"

"That… uh" I felt heat flush to my face. "Alright Isaac who should Miss Mars be?"

"Rosalie."

"And why not someone like Bowser?" Mars joked as her hell hound hopped on the couch. "Doesn't he deserve a spot light?"

Bowser whined a bit and looked at everyone. "Bowser is a sociopath." I stated, which earned him a look from both me and my dog. "I am sorry but he doesn't like me and when ever I am over he just … HE HAS WEIRD BOUNDRIES."

The room was silent. I looked to Margie for support but she just looked at me with her thoughts all over her face Stiles… what the hell did you do to my dog? Suddenly aware of the grave I dug for myself, I began to back pedal. "I mean … yeah but the reason you can't be Bowser is…. You are in fact a princess."

Did I tell you what a good smooth talker I was? No? this is why. "I know I can be spoiled but I am not a princess." Mars lips pursed.

"Think more warrior than ruffles." I said.

"Well in that case I could still be Bowser." Mars laughed.

"Yeah but a princess like you couldn't handle him." I tried to push the conversation from me. "But Isaac can!"

"Alright then." Mars pouted. "I will remember that princess comment when I have a red shell." I looked over at Danny. "Toad"

"A girl after my own heart" He smirked and handed me a controller.

"So it begins." I said.

Margie POV

"WHO THE FUCK THREW THAT BLUE SHELL?" Stiles was jumped from the couch and began to run around.

"The Princess." I smiled. "Who just got first place."

"Again?" Danny slumped from his seat. "That's like the fifth time now!"

"Still doesn't put me near Isaac's score." I pouted. "In my own home."

"I could let you win a few times." Isaac gave me a crooked grin, "To make you feel better at the least."

"There would be no honor in that." I said in a deep voice. We all laughed.

"You know I would have won a few if that dog didn't keep bumping against my controller."

"Maybe you shouldn't have called him a sociopath." Danny shrugged.

"Alright kids." My mother stepped through the glass doors of the upper den. "Hate to ruin your fun here but it is a half an hour till curfew. I would hate for you guys to get in trouble. Does everyone have a ride home?" My eyes widened as I looked to Stiles who gave me a calm look.

"Yeah Danny is taking me." Isaac said.

"You know." Stiles gave his crooked smile. "My dad is the Sheriff so I don't really need to follow that pesky curfew."

"If your father is the Sheriff then you most certainly do." My mom began to usher them through the glass doors and down the rand stair case. As much as I loved my mother she ruined everything. How was I supposed to tell him now? We walked through the hall and I showed them out side. I was utterly defeated.

"Oh hey Margie?" I looked up to see Stiles coming up to me. "Thank you for helping me out with chemistry I really needed it." Before I could say anything he had me wrapped in his arms. "Fifteen minutes keep your window opened." He whisper in my hair.

"Aww you are that scared of Harris?" I shoved his arm and gave him a nod. "See you tomorrow." With that I dashed upstairs and threw open my bedroom window.

I paced for a moment and then began trade in my day clothes tank top and short spandex shorts. From the vanity I pulled out the book and poster one last time and stared at them. Everything I had seemed to only be the mad ravings of a lunatic. But it was all I had the only push I could make to get him to understand what I had even though I didn't understand it. I just couldn't be crazy I really want going to allow it. I flipped through the pages one last time until I came to a free one and then I wrote my silly thought that I didn't even have the nerve to say on the page.

I think Scott is a Werewolf – Sincerely someone who has lost her shit.

"I can follow my own thoughts and even I think I am crazy."

"I kind of like crazy-" I whirled around to see Stiles hoisting himself up through my window. "This by the way… Not easy. Romantic comedies are just filled with lies."

"Took you that long to figure out?" I walked towards him and offered a hand. He wrapped his palm around my forearm allowing me to hoist him the rest of the way. However Stiles being Stiles managed to trip on something causing him to stumble. His free hand gripped my back while his other hand slip out my arm. For a moment we both lingered there. Neither one of us seem to move. Only after I managed to slow down my pulse did my mind snap back on the current state of things. I stepped back from him and nodded over to the couch. "Um Stiles… why don't you sit over there?" He looked down at me with some confusion.

"Uh.. yeah sure." He pushed past me and took a see at the couch. "So what did you need to talk about Mars?"

I took a breath. This was it no turning back. just the plunge. "Stiles… I know we haven't known each other long… oh shit this sounds like a confession." I pushed my hair back and looked straight at his maple eyes. "Alright all I am asking of you … is just to listen and when I am done you can call me crazy you can run like but until then just listen." Stiles looked at more for a moment and then just nodded. "Alright… I know you and Scott have been hiding things-" he took a breath like he was about to argue something but I put a hand up. "And I know you haven't wanted to tell because you want to protect me or you just don't think that I should know, but what you don't understand is." I threw the poster and notebook in front of him. How close I am to this as well."

I watched him as he carefully picked up the poster examining each image over and over. "How did you get these?" He whispered.

"Do you know what they mean?"

"You don't"

"No… I just… I just see them." His head snapped up at me. "In my mind I will get these headaches… and then this cascade of images will pour through me … and its like I can only get a few images of what was actually intended for me to see." I sat down next to him as he slowly picked up the composition notebook. As he calmly paged trough its contents he listened to every word I had to say. "Stiles, the day I felt that there was a chance I was sane was the day I saw you being hunted down by the yellow eyed one, or Scott, and since then it has been a never ending toss up between insanity or supernatural insanity." Before I know what I was doing I placed my hand on top of his. "Stiles I need to know, not only that but I know I can help. Please tell me –"

"Sweetie?" I heard my dad knock at the door. I looked at Stiles and pointed to the bathroom. He nodded and dashed in while I went to the door.

"Yes Dad?" I panted.

"I just wanted to tell you I have to go in…" His face was dark.

"Is something wrong dad?"

"That man… The bus driver… he succumbed to his wombs."

"Oh dad." My heart hurt. "Do you need anything?"

"Just to make sure you get a good night's rest." He walked away from my door and looked back. "We are so proud of you."

"Thanks Dad." I felt a twinge of guilt. The secrets of that I had been hiding gripped through me. "Be safe." He kissed me on the head and walked away. I closed the door and turned to see Stiles slowly walking towards me. I had no idea what to expect. My heart was quivering and raging all at the same time.

"What did he say…" Stiles asked slowly.

"The um… bus driver died…"

"That is what I thought…" Stiles looked at me one time before he turned and headed to the window. "I have to go."

"Wait… Stiles." I rushed towards him. My heart ached and I could feel tears forming. "Stiles! Please talk to me. Was I wrong? Because if I was I'll go to the doctor-"

"No!" Stiles turned around and held my face in his hands. His palms placed against my cheeks and his fingers tangled themselves in my hair. "Margie… I have to tell Scott, about the bus driver about this and about… you." He looked me directly in the eye. Once again I found that deep expression on his face. "But I promise… I will come back tonight. And we will finish this talk. Even if you are already asleep I will come back." His right thumb rubbed against my cheek.

"I don't understand." I breathed. "Stiles please just tell me am I right?" I put my hand over his. "Please just tell me that."

"I can't" He sounded wounded. "I know its hurting you but… its not my secret and I can't tell you it. Please just wait for me. Please." He began to pull himself from me. "I am so sorry Margie. Just a little longer. I promise a little longer and you will have your answers." He went back to the window with me standing around like an idiot.

I began to pace the room and huff out air. I pushed back my hair like somehow I could push my tears back. I slumped by my vanity and stared in complete shock. I was right or I wasn't. honestly I couldn't tell if he just left just to get the hell out of dodge. I gave him all I had and he just ran. I looked to the crystal ball on the vanity and sneered. "Fuck this. I am getting some goddamn answers." Bowser whined a bit as I picked the crystal up and walked to my window. "Deaton said to work with you. Well I need answers. So help me get them and I will not fight you." I held the ball to the moon like I did that night and opened my mind.

At first there was the pain. But I breathed through it and let it run its course. I don't know what it did. I saw no images and felt no pain, but when I opened my eyes I was in the woods. I turned around looking at my surroundings. I could barely make out it but there was a burnt old house a bit off. And from it I heard noise: growling, crashes, and fighting. Before I knew what was happening I found myself sprinting to the door. I threw it open and charged to the noise and what I saw was the confirmation of sanity. Two people with morphed animal characteristics stared at me in complete shock. The first I recognized immediately as Scott. The other was Derek who looked like he was going to kill me right after he regained his senses.

"I knew it…" I let out a huge breath of relief and squatted on the ground. I let my shaking hands run through my hair. "I am not crazy. I AM NOT CRAZY" I jumped up and fist pumped the air. "FUCK YES."

"And it actually worked. I mean I am here and you guys… you are right there. Its not some crazy vision!" I walked forward and then took a step back. "I mean all I had to do was to stop fighting it and poof answer land. I mean I kind of already knew something was up with you Scott but you" I looked over at Derek. "I only had a slight theory about but it doesn't matter. Why? Because I am sane and I am not losing my-" I looked over at the boys and then began to realize what I had thrown myself into. I didn't even know where I was but what I did know I was with two werewolves. One was a friend and the other … "Shit."

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Stiles POV

My second attempt to Scale Margie's house was much smoother than the prior. The lights were still on but I guessed Margie had fallen asleep. I felt bad about leaving her like that but this wasn't my secret and what is more Scott deserved to know that the bus driver had died.

"Margie?" I called as I walked into her room. I instantly here growling and turn to see Bowser barring his teeth. "Shit Bowser what did I do?" Bowser huffed out air and began to walk over ot the door and then back to me. That is when I realized what was wrong with the picture.

Margie was gone.

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