Margie POV

"And I am sorry I didn't tell you but I didn't want you to relive your bad childhood or think I was crazy when that just wasn't the case." I looked to my mother and tried to make her see everything that I was trying to convey but it was hard. We had both lied to each other but not out of malice just out of what we thought was necessity.

She slumped down on the bed so she was lying across my feet. "So… let me get this straight… There is an Alpha after you, a group of hunters, two of your closet friends are werewolves, the guy you like might like Lydia but now you aren't so sure, and your other best friend is the niece of a psycho killer who things you will join her?"

"Yep…" I nodded and took a breath waiting for her response.

"Shit… I am going to ask Melissa where the nearest source of Alcoholic … anything is." She sat up and smiled weakly. "Sorry bad joke but it would be perfectly normal to want alcohol in these situations, but that is only if you are 21." She gave me her usual version of moral Guidance. "So this man you met… his name was Bishop?"

"Yeah…" I tilted me head and looked at my mother. "Why do you ask?"

"Name just struck something in my memory, probably nothing worthwhile." She said simply as she stood up. "So can I trust these people you are hanging out with? I mean they aren't just using you?" She folded her arms and looked me dead in the eye. "Even this Derek character."

"I think so… I mean Derek was using me… but now I think we are friends… I do trust him." I nodded to myself and looked up. "Everyone who knows is someone I consider a deep and close friend. They were the ones who made feel sane… and protected." I bit my lip.

"Especially Stiles…" My mother walked around the room and smiled at bit. "The way you talk about him makes me feel like he is a good friend…"

"Why do you sound so hesitant?" I raised an eyebrow and looked over to my mother.

"I just don't want you getting hurt… I am being stupid I know, but I am still going to worry about you. No matter who you decide to trust." She said simply.

"I know but I really think I can trust him… and honestly I already do." I said flatly.

"Fine… fine… but if he hurts you his head is going right up with the mountain, Kate's, and the Alpha…"

"I think you assume we have more room on our fire place than we actually do mom."

"Uh…Hi." We both turned to the door to see Stiles slowly opening it. "What did I do exactly?" my heart jumped in my thought to see him. I tried to get up but I was tied to the stupid bed by an IV and quite frankly I didn't want to test that. So instead I looked at him as she pushed a cart with a punch of Jell-O on the top through the door. He really didn't have to do that.

"Oh sweetie." And boom. She was back in Snow white mode. "Nothing just a bad joke. Do you need help with that?" reached to pull the cart further into the room but was stopped.

"Uh… no." He said as he kept his hands on the cart. "I don't want to um… put this on you after all it was me who decided to get… this" he stammered. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why did you get all that stuff…" I joked.

Stiles head snapped to me like he forgot I was there till just now, he seemed speechless for a moment but he then looked down at the tray and stammered. "Well I wasn't sure what flavor you would like, and I thought its not really stealing if it never leaves the building-"

"Stiles." I raised a hand up. "there are only two flavors…"

He looked down at the selections of either red or green Jell-O and looked to me. "Yeah well… I wasn't sure how much you would want… so you know you get the whole thing." He raised his hands to show off the tray… "Tada." He smiled at me which caused me to laugh hysterically.

"Well." My mother looked to us both and smiled. "I am going to go look for my husband." She breathed and looked down at her feet and then back to Stiles. "Look out for my baby… I wasn't kidding about the fireplace." She patted his shoulder and then walked out into the hall with her bewitching troubling smile, while Stiles was about to run.

"Why does your family hate me?" He sat down in the seat next to me.

"If they weren't threatening you that is when you would have to worry" I smiled at Stiles with heat running to my face. Despite everything that had happened today, I still couldn't help but think about being in his jeep. "Its like a welcome to the family kind of deal. In theory you should be happy." I said as I scooted towards the Jell-O tray. Seeing my struggle he sat up and leaned across my bed to get me Jell-O cup. However when he pulled back we were inches away from each other. I didn't know what to do but apparently I didn't have a choice. Within seconds he jumped away and dropped the covered Jell-O on my lap.

"Oh I almost forgot." He walked over to the tray and opened the undercarriage. "I got you something." He said with a proud smile.

"Something other than a life time supply of Jell-O?" I joked happily. "because not much compares to that. Maybe a pony." I opened the cup of Jell-O and began to eat it happily.

"Oh you will like this." He stepped back from the cart and I hurt the weird sound of nails against metal and a shrill whine. The next thing I know a blur of fur hopped on my bed and was licking my face. "He isn't a pony but demon dogs are basically the same right?" He joked.

"No!" I said as I laughed. I rubbed down Bowser with a big smile. "It is a million times better." I looked to stiles and smiled. He was staring at me with a strange look that made me blush. I stared down at Bowser and smiled. "Thank you Stiles… I don't think I would like the idea of leaving him alone."

"Hey it is no problem." He smiled at me. "So other than the whole waking up after being hit by a car. You should sue by the way." He clapped his hands together. "What is new in your life? Any hospital drama going on? Is someone not the father?"

"my parents know what I am." I stated simply might as well not beat around the bush.

He shot up and looked at me. "What seriously?" I nodded. "Is your mom?" I shook my head. "There is a long story you don't really want to talk about right now isn't there?" I nodded. "Sounds good… um… how are you?" He seemed to calm down and looked at me with his hard stare. I could tell he was tired, I felt a twinge of guilt when I realized that he was tired because of me. It was almost four am and he was still here.

"Better… surprisingly… a bit tired." I said simply. "How about you? Are you alright?"

"Oh me?" He scoffed as he leaned back into the cheap chair. "I am so good. Like cloud nine." He bobbed his head enthusiastically and chocked back a yawn.

"Stiles…" I began. "You can't burn the candle at both ends like this. I don't want to see you collapse from exhaustion. You need to go home and get some sleep."

"Nope." He said flatly as he looked me dead in the eye. "Not going to happen. I will sleep here."

"Stiles-"

"No don't 'Stiles' me. Now I am staying dammit!" he said with some force. "Deal with it!"

"Fine," I looked down at my bed and got an idea. "But you need a better place to sleep."

"They put you in a private room so there isn't another bed." He said as he folded his jacket into a pillow. "Don't worry Mars I will be fine." He said as he tried to make that chair look comfortable, which he failed at. I am pretty sure he almost fell off. "See? All good."

"Stiles …" I began to scoot over to the side of the bed in an attempt to make as much room as possible. "Sleep here…" My face felt hot and my request barely passed my lips as a whisper. But he heard me. He straightened up and looked to me with a deer in the head lights look.

"Wait what?" He looked to the bed and to me with startled eyes. "You know its fine…" Bowser whined a bit. "See even Bowser thinks it fine. Really … you would seriously be okay with that?"

I nodded slowly. "If you are going to be here might as well be comfortable." I was at the edge of my bed. "But if you don't want to I completely understand."

"well I mean… I" I heard him take his shoes off. One last time he looked from me to the small bed. I was in a deluxe sweet thanks to my father so the bed was slightly bigger than normal, there would be enough room. "Bowser…" he looked down at my dog with some hesitance. "Where is he going to sleep?"

"At my feet." I sighed and patted a spot on the Bowser to sit. "Look Stiles forget it. It's fine. You can sleep in the chair… I didn't mean to make it so uncomfortable." Before I could finish my apology stiles lifted the covers and worked his way onto my bed. I could smell a hint of after shave that I liked. As he came closer I felt the weight of him collide on the bed and his warmth.

"Sorry… I think I have to get closer." He whispered. I nodded as he maneuvered so that our bodies were pressed against each other. I could tell it was going to take more than that for use to get comfortable so I worked up the courage to say something that he wasn't really expecting.

"Maybe you should put your arm around me…" I looked up to see his eyes wide at what I said. "I mean I would have to rest on your chest… but you know what that is a lot to ask."

"Yeah… if I was asking you… but are you alright with that." He looked down at me.

"I am okay with it." I laughed. "I suggested it."

"Yeah… okay…" He reached over and I lifted my torso so he could wrap his arm around me. I rested my head on his chest and felt his heart beat which was beating as fast as mine.

I felt completely safe in his arms though, just incredibly nervous. I put a hand on his chest and felt his body stiffen. This was clearly awkward for him… maybe I was wrong to assume that he liked me. Here I was being an idiot and just charging through. "Stiles… if you feel to awkward… I can move" I pushed myself up to move myself away. This was too weird for the both of us. Part of me knew I was forcing something that shouldn't be forced.

"No… really Margie… I am ok with this." He tightened his arm around me and let me fall back into place. His hand moved up my back and cupped the back of my head I looked up at him with tired eyes "Let me get the light." He reached over to the remote light switch and clicked it off. "Let's get some rest okay?"

After what felt like a very long time our heart beats slowed and he breath became louder. It wasn't a snore it was just a gentle breath. I felt relaxed to here and felt my eye lids slowly drift.

"Margie…" He whispered. "Are you up?" I was going to say something but I felt him move. "No you are out for the count… I just wanted to say" I could feel his voice vibrate through me. "I am so happy you are okay… and I didn't like seeing you here. I-" he stopped like he was going to say something but decided against it. "I am just glad you are alright." I felt him move a bit and then felt something I didn't expect. The soft impact of his lips on the top of my head. I hope he didn't realize I was awake. Because then he would act like it was an accident or explain it away. For now I just wanted to live in the fact that he kissed me on the top of my head and that I felt as if I was on cloud nine. I fell asleep dreaming that there was hope for me yet.

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Stiles POV

"Stiles!" no… just five more minutes dad. I moved my arm around the long pillow at my side and pulled it a bit closer. I liked this pillow I didn't know where it came from but I didn't want to lose it. It was mine. MINE.

"You still got your gun Sheriff?" A gruff voice said… wait that was not my dad… was someone else with him? A deputy probably a Deputy. Eh I could sleep some more.

"I might just give it to you Kaeden. If he wasn't my son" Oh it was Margie's dad. Why was he here? Margie… I like Margie… you know she is warm and soft… like a pillow. A nice pillow.

"Well we are in a hospital if it makes you feel any better." Keaden said again… no we weren't we were at my house.

"Oh come on she has an IV in her arm it wasn't like they were doing anything nasty." Lydia… oh it was one of those dreams was it… usually this wasn't the talk that happened during a dream. And lately… Lydia hadn't been… a featured character in those dreams.

"Thanks for making the situation better Lydia" My father said and then- Wait my pillow… did my pillow just move?

"Stiles!... DAD LYDIA?" That was Margie… did she take my pillow? "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Ha yeah… Margie was here right… I was dreaming… now it was one of my typical dreams. I was definitely going to sleep for a bit longer. "GO!"

"WHOOF" I think Bowser was here too… but why… wait…

Shit. Fuck.

My eyes widened as I realized exactly what I deep black hole I had dug myself into. I jumped out to see Margie struggling to get out of the bed and not hurt the IV spot. I touched her arm telling her she could stay while I jumped out and was greeted by my father and Margie's. You know the guy who had been threatening me mercilessly to not come near his daughter. I think I was going to be sick. My dad had his hand on his waist and gave me a disapproving stare while Dr. Farrondale closely resembled the most psychotic supervillains of all times. Lydia who was sitting down on a chair with the happiest look on her face.

"Personally if I get a say… I would like to be shot… it would make this so much better." Margie said with some bluntness. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how red in the face she was. She was just trying to do a nice thing for me when she asked to let me sleep with her… she didn't deserve this. "Or hey maybe I could just find a hole and lay there… forever." She shrugged up and looked at the scene with doe green eyes. "That would be a good alternative."

"I think our beach house is still available Mario." Her dad said with a sad smile.

"O the one with the indoor pool I say we go now!" Lydia smiled. "I have never had the pleasure."

"Indoor pool?" I smiled hopefully this was the exit out of this mess that I needed. "Sounds like a fun adventure I mean we could swim and I bet you have a really nice swim suit" I turned to Margie to watch her turn red and hide in her covers. Clearly I fucked up.

"Stiles… don't you have to go to school or something?" His look turned homicidal when his eyes flashed to me.

"What about Lydia?" I pointed over to her but she rolled her eyes.

"I took a day off to make sure my friend gets everything she needs" Lydia said with her usual smile. I could tell she wouldn't be helping me at all in this.

"Uh… I was thinking I could do the same thing" I looked to Margie and back to him.

"Stiles… for the love of god this is the only out you are getting I suggest you take it." My dad sighed. "If I was Kaeden I would have kicked your ass and let the dog have you."

"Thanks John." Kaeden said with a smile. "Glad to know I am not crazy."

"Dad…" I looked at him for some help but he just shook his head. Clearly I had lost this war.

"Stiles I need you to take notes for me anyway." Margie smiled. She was giving me an out a chance to run as fast as I could and leave this all behind, but she was totally worth it.

Bowser looked at me and barked. Clearly he was just as stunned by my stupidity as everyone else in a room. Somehow that was what I needed to know it was time to get the fuck out of here. I took my bag and looked to Margie… "Hey will you be here… or will you be home?" I asked weakly. I still wanted to see her even after all of this.

"She will be home after school." Her Dad answered simply. "All she needs is a cat scan… other than that I think she is perfect health. Hopefully you will come by with the notes… and then leave shortly afterwards. You must have your own work."

"Dad…" Margie dropped her face in her palms. "Can you stop? Seriously? I mean why don't you just post this on the internet so at least someone can enjoy my pain."

"There is my baby" Kathy popped into view holding a tray of coffee. "Always thinking of others." She gave a cup to her husband and my father and then gave me the one. "Stiles you are welcome to stay for as long as you like especially since the curfew is gone."

"With all due respect Kathy." My father gave a nod. "But I was wondering if I could take your daughter for the night… I believe I owe her a thank you dinner."

"Dad… please don't" I could feel any chance of me getting out of this flying out of the window. "We can't cook and when we do we have to get take out."

"Well then …" My father looked dejected. Clearly he wanted to thank Margie he just didn't know how. I felt bad that I had been harsh.

"You know… how about I cook for you?" Margie suddenly said with some happiness. I knew what she was doing she was trying to make things easier for me. "My father taught me some recipes." She looked to her dad. "I am sure it will be fine." Her eyes narrowed slightly as if to tell her dad that he was going to say yes to this and if he tried to disagree there would be hell to pay. Somehow I was starting to realize who was really the one that trained Bowser.

"Sure honey…. If you are up for it." My dad said.

"Wait now." My father put his hand on his holster. "I can't have you cook for me. I am trying to thank you here remember?" I could see the guilt on his face.

"Of course," she nodded. "And you can do that by paying for the supplies and cleaning up after." She smiled sweetly, Margie got her way a lot with that smile.

"You are a hard negotiator." My dad laughed. "Sounds like a deal. I will send my son to get you with some money." He then looked at me. "Don't let him pull you into buying something useless like 80 packs of pokemon cards. Or a gaming supplies…" he gruffed.

"Dad do you have to tell that story every time I meet someone who isn't Scott?" I sighed.

"Stiles it was 8 months ago."

"SO?" I scoffed. "You know what I am just going to leave and pretend that this part of my life isn't happening. Margie if we are still friends after this I will be at your house 10 minutes after school."

"Isn't a 20 minute drive to her house?" Lydia called as I walked down the hall.

"BY MARGIE"

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Margie POV

"This will not hurt at all okay?" Mellissa looked me up and down as she helped me off the wheel chair. This was the last test I would need until I could get out of the stupid gown and into real clothes. I was more than happy to go through pain to get it done.

"Honestly I am just glad I don't have the IV anymore."

"Have to agree." Lydia said as she pushed the wheel chair to the side of room. "It wasn't the best look. Certainly one hell of an accessory." She shook her arms before folding them.

"Thanks for pushing me by way." I said as we walked down the hall to the cat scan area.

"Course and you don't have any metal on you right? Because I think metal is bad. And you don't have to do it. I mean everything is fine so if you are claustrophobic I think people will understand if you don't want to do this." Lydia rambled for a bit longer.

"Lyds its best to get it over with." I sighed. "Anything to get me out of this silly gown. I really am sick of feeling this draft in the back."

"Yeah I have to say as much as I love you, your cute green panties are something I don't want to see." She smiled at me. "Good to know you got the bag I packed for you."

"Thanks for that. I think my mother is the only one I am okay with when it comes to going through my things." I laughed. "Good choice by the way."

"You girls must be best friends." Melissa said with a smile as she lead us into the cat scan area. "Lydia I am going to need to you wait out here while I put her through the cat scan." Melissa lead me through. Just as she said this her pager went off. "Damn… we have an orderly take you through and put you in the system." She looked around and waved over an intern. "You guys be good to whoever this kid is okay?" she gave us a hard stare and walked down the hall.

I turned and my eyes widen to see Derek Standing at the end of the hallway. He was leaning against a wall waiting for me. As the orderly came along I turned to Lydia. "Hey do you want to get me fries from the café?" I asked.

"Oh no… not from the café, not here, I'll go pick you up some really yummy ones from the diner down the street." She smiled and walked away. "Want a whole lunch of it?"

"Hell. Yes." I said as I smiled down the hall. "CHICKEN FINGERS" I yelled and turned back to the orderly. "Well … shall we?" with a smile he lead me down the hall to the point where I was 15 feet from Derek, "321" I whispered before walking into the cat scan room and went through the testing with a nervous heart. I just wanted to see what happened to Derek. I hadn't spoken to him since all of this started. I needed to know if what I saw really happened or if there was more to it. I knew there had to be. Derek wouldn't just do this.

I walked out of the testing room and practically sprinted down the hall to the elevator. The door was just about to close. "Hold the door please!" I panted. To my luck a good Samaritan put his gloved hand between the door. "Thank you" I breathed as I edged into the small space. I was surprised by the loud classical music that echoed through the room. I looked up to find the source when my eyes fell on a familiar face. "Peter?" I asked. Looking at him he was in dark clothes and fully covered as he usually was so I didn't put much thought into it.

"Margaret?" He turned to me with some surprise. "are you alright?"

"Oh yes… don't worry about me. My klutziness tends to make my life a little more difficult." I said with a care free smile. "I could ask you the same question." I said with sincerity. I hope his scares weren't painful. I never really thought about it until now.

"Oh I am quite alright… someone I have been… watching over got themselves into some minor trouble. I am just here to make sure everything goes smoothly for them" He took a pause. "What floor?" he held a hand to the elevator button. I could barely hear his whispered voice over the loud classical music playing in the elevator. I still had no idea where it was.

"Three." I stated. After he pressed the button I looked to him for a moment. "I hope whoever you have come here to see is okay. Hospitals are a bad place to meet." I said simply.

"Yes." He nodded. "I am worried for them… they are close to some dangerous people. But I will do what I always do… Take care of the situation and take care of those close to me." He turned and smiled like he wasn't saying anything of consequence but his words seemed heavy.

"I see." I said not really knowing how to reply. "It is good you care." I added trying to fill the quiet tension that hid under the music. Soon the elevator stopped and I got out with some relief. "It was nice seeing you sir." I waved goodbye and walked down the hall. I shuffled to my room as quickly as decency and my slippers would allow and opened the door with some happiness.

"Margie…" I looked to see Derek standing at the window. "I am glad you are alright." He breathed as he turned to me. I could tell he had a lot on his mind.

"Yeah… it really was nothing." I smiled. "I just had a bad hit. This is all just the result of one very overprotective father in a seat of power." I walked over to the bed not really sure what to say or do. How was I supposed to ask him? I knew Derek to be blunt so maybe that is my best strategy here. "So … about my vision…"

"I betrayed you." He finished my sentence and looked at me. "I lead Kate to you and when she was… at my house… she had me hanging on a thread. I let my anger and my pride mask how much she really knew and blurted something I shouldn't have. As a result she found out… but it doesn't change what I did. I should have told you warned you."

"Yeah… but I could feel your emotions…" I began. "I knew you were hurting … I knew you didn't do it on purpose. I just needed to hear it from you." I looked at him while pushing my hair back.

"Why don't you want to through me out of the hospital like Stiles did?" he asked as he walked forward to me.

"Because I know the whole story. And if you drag me into Kate's cross hairs you bet your ass you are going to be around to help me out." I said bluntly.

"Oh" He patted my head with a small smile. "glad the training is going through that thick head of yours. While I am here do you need anything about Kate? You must have a lot of questions."

"My only question is what the hell do I do now? I mean will she just take me after school." I folded my arms and sighed.

"No… honestly I think she will stalk you. Try to turn you on me." Derek stated. "The worst will come when the cards hit the table. But she won't be able to force you to do anything. Not while Chris is running things."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"He follows a code. And that code states all children are off limits. You won't really be approached by anyone until you are 18. So that is one thing we can stop worrying about."

"Good what about-" he threw a hand up and pointed to the door. I mouthed 'what' but he just jumped from my window. In broad daylight. Smart move wolf man… smart move.

The door suddenly opened and I turned to see Lydia walking through with food and clothing. "So how tired are you of that stupid gown?" she asked as she threw my clothes on the bed.

"So tired but I am twice as hungry." I joked as I reached for the bag of food. "Thanks for doing this you didn't have to." I said as grabbed a handful of fries.

"When your best friend is in the hospital it is the least you can do." She said as she closed the window. "oh and by the way… don't scare me like that." She turned to me with a dark look. "Do you know how terrifying it is to watch your friend just lie in a hospital bed? It sucks and I don't want to got through it again. Because I can just sit here and translate things or work out some impossible math problem but I can't make you better." Her voice cracked under heavy emotion.

Before I knew what I was doing I held her in my arms. "I know Lydia… I know" I whispered. "I am sorry I made you feel that way." I was going to say it wouldn't happen again but I didn't want to lie right now. I just wanted to comfort my friend.

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