Author's note: oh hey, wow I suck. I realize that I haven't updated this story in about three thousand years and I am sorry for that. Also, fun things happening right at this moment and sorry ahead of time for everyone who doesn't read this because they're gonna be so confused, lol. I'm skipping ahead to season three. I know. I know. But Bailee, you're missing practically all of season two how is that gonna work? Trust me, my loves. I will reveal all. So here it goes.

how long will I love you?
as long as stars are above you and longer if I can
how long will I need you?
as long as the seasons need to follow their plan

I ran a hand through my hair and then crossed my arms over my chest, waiting impatiently for my turn to board the flight back to California. Allison and Chris were meeting me at the airport and driving back to Beacon Hills with me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jackson waiting on the other side of the security check point. I wiggled my fingers at him as I handed over my boarding pass and passed through onto the plane.

When the flight landed, I was the first person off of the plane. Being an unaccompanied minor was beneficial for one reason, at least.

I found Allison and Chris at the baggage claim. We hugged, exchanged pleasantries, picked up my luggage and then went out to the car.

"So how does the new place look?" I asked my uncle from the backseat.

After Aunt Victoria's death, my parents moving back to San Francisco, and all of the other drama from last year, Uncle Chris thought it would be best for all of us to move out of the big house and into a smaller apartment.

"It looks great, your room is perfect." Allison turned to smile at me over her shoulder.

I'm glad she was at least semi normal again. I couldn't blame her, it had taken a lot for me to get over my hunter brain washing scare as well.

"Have you called your dad?" Chris asked as we rode the elevator up to our floor. I shook my head, staring down at my shoes and refusing to meet my uncle's disapproving glare. "Emeline, you have to talk to him eventually."

"And tell him what, Uncle Chris?" I asked. "Hey dad, I know that the woman who raised me isn't my actual mother." I crossed my arms and sighed.

"Emma, if you talk to him about it maybe he'll tell you the whole story." Chris replied. "It's not my place, but you deserve to know who your mother is."

After Aunt Victoria's death, Gerard had attempted to corrupt both Allison and me. My betrayal at the showdown against the kanima caused Gerard to reveal that Gemma wasn't my mother. When I confronted her about it, she became a blubbering mess. She told me that she'd taken over the position as soon as I was born and that my real mother didn't deserve me. I knew there must've been a deeper story. There had to be. I couldn't accept that my mother just gave me away like that.

I fell back onto my bed with a sigh. It was a different one than the one I'd had in the big house. It had a plush teal headboard and a thick white comforter. The walls were an off white color, so they weren't entirely blinding when you looked at them. Everything in the room was white, black, or green. I smiled at Allison's job. The room was perfect for me.

I turned over and frowned a little at the picture frame sitting on my nightstand. Stiles had his arm thrown around my neck, we both wore giant grins. Scott stood next to him with a smile; Allison was perched on the Beacon Hills sign behind Scott. Isaac was on her other side, leaning against the sign with a smirk. Lydia stood next to me with her arms crossed and a small smile peeking out, Jackson had his arm wrapped around her waist with a wide grin. My dad insisted on taking the picture before they went back to San Francisco, so that he had something to remember us by.

"So we need to figure out who you are." Allison was leaning in the doorway of my room with a small smile. "I mean, obviously you're an Argent, but if you have more family out there somewhere you deserve to know them."

I sat up completely, scoot down to the end of the bed, and waited for Allison to tell me her plan.

"So that's it?" I asked a few minutes later. "Ask Deaton?"

"Yeah, I mean he always seemed to know something more about you and he usually knows just about everything when it comes to Beacon Hills, it can't hurt." She shrugged.

I nodded and then stood up. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and pushed it into my back pocket and began to walk out of the apartment. Allison giggled and followed closely behind me.

"Where are you two going?" we stopped and turned to see Uncle Chris leaning out of his office.

"To see Lydia. I just got back from spending three months away from her in a foreign country. I kinda miss my best friend, Uncle Chris." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and shooed us out of the apartment.

Allison and I spent the drive in mostly silence. She asked a few questions about London that I answered truthfully. In return, I asked her about her summer in France with Uncle Chris.

When we got to the animal clinic I took a deep breath and then slid out of the car. I turned quickly and stared with wide eyes at my cousin. Allison smiled reassuringly and then led me inside.

"Hello Allison, Emma." I smiled politely at Dr. Deaton's greeting. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Um, yeah sorry about that." I felt my smile dropping a bit. "I was actually wondering if you could help me."

"With what?" he asked, leaning closer to the counter.

"With finding out who my family is," I replied.

Deaton shifted his weight to his other foot and gulped. I watched silently as his gaze flickered between me and Allison.

"Weren't expecting me to know, where you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and inching just a tiny bit closer to the counter.

He sighed and dropped his gaze. Deaton stepped forward and opened the gate.

"I was hoping you'd come sooner." He lifted the side of his mouth only a fraction in a tiny smile.

I grinned back and stepped through the gate, heading back towards the now familiar operation room. I glanced around the sterile work space and mused over the fact that I'd spent way too much time in an animal clinic since my move to Beacon Hills. It was almost ironic that a werewolf pack spent a lot of their time hanging around a veterinarian.

I slid up onto the operation table and watched Deaton move around the room. Eventually he stopped and stood in front of me.

"I knew your mother very well." He told me. "I was her emissary."

I nodded.

"Wait her emissary?" I asked, jerking my head up rapidly to stare at Deaton with wide eyes.

Deaton sighed and nodded slowly.

"Her mother was a-?" Allison let the question drop off.

My mother was a werewolf.