A/N: I'm aware of how long it's been. Sorry. I'll just play it off as I was keeping you in suspense. But truthfully, I was at a roadblock. I'm wanting to wrap this story up so I can start on the next one, but since I'd added three storylines into this one (when I'd intended just one per story) I want to wrap up at least one, maybe two, before this is done.
So, that being said, enjoy :)
The week started off awesome. Annie had started attending Beacon Hills High School as a junior and she was fitting in amazingly. She had been introduced to the rest of the pack (aka Lydia, Kira, Malia, and Danny). Surprisingly, she'd hit it off with Lydia quite well, but tended to avoid Kira and Malia. When Stiles asked her about it, she replied, "I've never had a good encounter with a fox or a coyote."
No one had to skip class for any reason. Neither Peter nor Deucalion had bugged the pack. Stiles and Scott had lacrosse practice after school while their girlfriends did homework and watched. Annie hung out with either Derek or Lydia. All was nice.
Until Friday's lacrosse game.
The Sheriff had taken the night off so he could attend the game, and he convinced Annie to come along. She agreed only when Lydia said that she was going as well.
They spotted Melissa on the bleachers and went to sit next to her. Well, the Sheriff sat next to her, Lydia and Annie sat behind them. Soon, Kira and Malia joined them, Malia sitting next to Lydia, Kira next to Annie. (That was fine. Annie liked Kira better than Malia).
It was fifteen minutes into the game, the Cyclones behind by one point, when movement in the woods across the field caught Annie's eye. But before she could get up to investigate, a voice interrupted:
"Can I join you guys?"
Annie froze, staring at the man who was standing next to them. His eyes scanned their group only to pause on the Alpha, his mouth immediately dropping.
"I—what?!"
"Raf, what are you doing here?" asked Melissa. When he didn't answer, Melissa noticed the way he and Annie were staring at each other. "Wait, do you two know each other?"
"No," Annie said. "We don't." She stood, starting to climb over people to get out of the stands. "That's the point. We've never met." The Alpha turned and headed towards the school.
Agent McCall turned back to face Melissa and the Sheriff. "She looks just like her mother," he whispered, before following her.
"Wait, wait!" The Sheriff took off after them, hoping to get in between before an argument broke out.
They found Annie perched on top of Stiles' Jeep. She stared down at the two men before her.
"So you're Channing?" Agent McCall asked.
"I'm not called that anymore. It's Annie."
"Annie, sorry. It's good to meet you, finally."
Annie rolled her eyes. "I guess."
"What are you doing here?"
"Mom's dead."
Agent McCall glanced at his feet. "I'm aware. Child Services called me."
Annie stared at him. "And you turned me away." It wasn't a question.
"I wasn't going to. But then Melissa found out. She kicked me out. I lost her and my son. I wasn't in shape to look after my daughter."
"That's not the only reason she kicked you out," the Sheriff muttered.
"Nobody asked you," Agent McCall snapped.
"Listen, Dad," said Annie, slipping down the front of the Jeep, "I'm going to give you two days to tell Scott the truth about you and me, or I'm going to let Stiles tell him."
Agent McCall and the Sheriff's mouths dropped.
"My son knows?"
"He heard us talking a week ago, Sheriff. He's been doing really well at keeping this from Scott."
"Keeping what from me?"
The three had been in such a 'deep conversation' that Annie hadn't been aware of her surroundings; that she didn't hear Scott and Stiles approaching.
The Sheriff and Agent McCall swore under their breath, which, of course, the werewolves heard. Scott was staring at his father, waiting for an answer.
Annie glanced between Scott and the FBI agent, before saying, "So, you gonna tell him, or should I, Daddio?"
A/N: Dun, dun, dunnnnn :)
