I am so sorry for the late chapter! I went on vacation and didn't have a lot of time to write.
Thanks for all the favorites, follows, and reviews! You guys are amazing and I love you!
Thank you to the Guest reviewer for the review!
Also, I had a reviewer that was concerned about me adding the little girl. I don't want you guys to worry. My main focus will be Raf and Madison. I may have some character's come in from Raf's past for a chapter or two, but they will mainly be used to deepen Raf and Madison or so you can learn more about them. There will probably be just one other character that I will add to the story, but it wont be till Season 3 and they wont be a main focus of mine like Raf and Madison are. So don't you guys worry! I have a plan for the story and everything will work out.
Side note...who's freaking excited about the start of Season 5?! *starts hyperventilating in anticipation*
Also: Madison's Mother looks like Monica Bellucci and her Step-dad looks like Vic Mackey.
Raf's POV:
"Come here little one." I cooed at the small girl, holding out my hand. The girl hesitantly sniffed me before running into my arms. She was small and far too thin for my liking. She shivered in my arms and buried herself deeper. Her clothes were tattered and the jacket was too small for her body. "You cold sweet heart?" The girl looked at me with big doe like eyes and nodded her head. Before I could slip out of my own jacket, Derek was wrapping his own around her. The jacket was big enough to cover her entire body.
"Think she's the only one?" Derek asked, surveying around the area. The little girl chewed on her lip as she looked at Derek questioningly.
"I don't know, let's ask her." I turned to the little girl. "Are you by yourself sweety?" The girl shook her head no. "Who's with you?" She looked at us hesitantly.
"Mike. Mike found me and took care of me." The girls voice was soft and melodic.
"You've only been with one person as you traveled?" Derek asked her. The little girl nodded her head. "What happened to your parents?" She shrugged.
"They died, and Mike found me." She answered. I could hear her stomach growling.
"What's your name, honey?" I asked, beginning to walk to the main road.
"Ameerah." She replied.
"That's a beautiful name." I said, stroking her hair as we walked. Ameerah snuggled into my chest and soon began to fall asleep. "Mike was the Omega."
"Yeah." Derek sighed. "What do we do with her?" I chewed on my lip as I thought about it.
"I could just keep her, but she will need to go to school eventually, and that requires paperwork. So, I guess we do like normal people and take her to the police." I thought out loud.
"She can already change. She can't go to normal people." I hummed in agreement.
"She can go to my Tío. He's already a foster parent. He already has all the background checks that he needs." I pulled out my phone as I began to dial him.
"Your Uncle that's a hunter is a foster parent and is going to foster a werewolf?" Derek asked in disbelief.
"No, I have one other Tío that is still alive, and he's a bear. Now we just have to convince the Sheriff to let me hold onto her until my Tío get's here." I could see the flashing lights in the distance, as my Tío kind, deep voice greeted me on the phone.
Madison's POV:
"I'm so glad you could make it, Stiles. We've heard a lot about you." My mother said, causing me to blush as Stiles helped me set the table.
"God, I hope not." Stiles joked. My mother and I laughed as Patrick came over to put the salad and bread on the table.
"Good deflect." Patrick commented. My stepdad came in at that moment, sitting at the table.
"Grab me a beer, wouldja." Tyler asked Patrick. Patrick clenched his jaw, no doubt angry about the fact that he had sat down and not helped out at all with dinner. Patrick made no move to get the beer and instead grabbed his soda and sat down. Tyler and Patrick both sat at the head of the table at opposite ends. Tyler's face scrunched up and I could sense a fight coming on.
"I got it, Tyler." I told him, racing to the fridge. There was no way that I was letting Tyler and Patrick fight in front of Stiles. It was bad enough that they would do it in front of Raf. Tyler grunted thanks as my mom brought over the spaghetti.
"Alright, let's sit down. Garrett is on the way and should be here soon." Mom told us. Mom sat on one side of Tyler, and I sat on the other. Stiles took his place between Patrick and I, leaving an open space for Garrett.
"Where is that boy anyways? Didn't think they had opened back up his job yet." Tyler grumbled as Mom dished everyone out some salad.
"They haven't. He was out taking care of some werewolf business." Mom answered. Tyler snorted.
"It's so weird to hear an adult talk and know about the secret." Stiles mused as he munched on his salad.
"That shit? If you ask me we should have taken care of that problem as soon as they starting hanging out with that Raf character. Now look where it's gotten us. One of our own is turned and we have yet to do anything about that. It's still under my roof." Tyler complained. Everyone at the table froze. Patrick sent daggers toward Tyler. He opened his mouth to speak, but I put my leg over Stiles' lap and kicked him. Patrick looked to me and I silently told him to shut up. Patrick ground his teeth together as he began viciously stabbing his salad. Stiles watched between Patrick and Tyler, like a tennis match, his foot bounced up and down nervously.
"We've had this discussion before, sweetheart. There is nothing that needs to be done. If it bothers you that bad, we can find some different accommodations for you." Mom said softly. I loved it when mom sweetly told off people. Tyler stared at her with a blank face for a few seconds before turning back to his food. Patrick smiled at his salad as he began eating it normally. The tense awkward air around us seemed to suffocate us. Stiles cleared his throat.
"Dinner's delicious, Mrs. Elliott." Stiles complimented. Mom beamed back at him. She loved doing things for people. She had dark brown hair that was almost black that came down to just below her breast. Her eyes were a dark brown that glowed warmly when she was happy. She had very few wrinkles. The only one's that were there were laugh lines.
"That's very kind of you, but please, call me Anna." Stiles nodded in response as the front door flew open. Garrett panted as he came in, taking off his jacket and throwing it in the corner that he had kicked his shoes off in.
"Sorry I'm late. For some reason we have to run everywhere instead of driving." Garrett grumbled.
"No worries man. We are just serving up the main course." Patrick told him as he grabbed the pot of spaghetti to begin serving people.
"Great! I'm starved. What's for dinner?" Garrett plopped into his chair. Patrick plopped a scoop of spaghetti onto his plate, some of the noodles falling slowly and dangling from the spoon. Garrett began to turn pale and clammy as he watched the sauce covered noodles drip onto his plate. "Nope, I can't." Garrett shot up from his chair and raced to the back. In a second we could hear the sound of vomiting. We all groaned in response.
"I thought the sight of red sauce stopped making him sick years ago." Tyler complained, and for once, we all agreed. Garrett came back into the room, switching his spaghetti filled plate with my empty one.
"No offense, Mom, but I'm going to make a sandwich." Garrett shuddered as he looked at the spaghetti before moving to the kitchen.
"You feeling alright sweet heart? You haven't thrown up from tomato sauce since you were 8 years old." Mom asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just reminded me of intestines falling out of a cut in half body." Garrett comment. Stiles groaned and pushed away his own plate of spaghetti.
"Great, now I'm never going to get that picture out of my mind." Stiles commented. While Garrett distracted everyone, I leaned over to Stiles.
"Sorry about Tyler. If I had known he would be here, I wouldn't have told you to come. Patrick can't be in the room with him without fighting. And he's always being an ass." I whispered in his ear.
"It's not a big deal, don't worry about it." Stiles whispered back. Garrett and Patrick sat down, digging into their food.
"Don't whisper at the dinner table. You share with everyone." Tyler spoke up. Everyone stopped talking to look at us.
"I was just complementing Stiles' shirt. It looks good on him." I lied easily, my cheeks heating up from the lie and giving him a compliment. Tyler chewed his food as his beady eyes scrunched up and looked at me.
"Knew it was time for a chastity belt." Tyler commented. Stiles choked on his water as my mouth dropped open and my entire face turned a dark red.
"She complemented his shirt, not said she was going to jump his bone. They're not even dating." Patrick defended. If anything my face grew even redder.
"Better safe than sorry." Tyler commented, continuing to shovel in his food.
"Are you calling my sister a slut?" Patrick asked, gripping his fork tightly as his fist shook. Garrett stared intently at his sandwich, his eyes occasionally flashing blue.
"Can we go eat in the living room? These chairs are uncomfortable." I blurted. My mother nodded tiredly.
"Go on kids." Patrick, Stiles, Garrett, and I grabbed our plates and drinks and began to head to the living room. As Tyler stood up, no doubt to join us, my mother yanked his arm down. "Not you." She snapped. Garrett chuckled at her, but Patrick continued to grind his teeth together.
"Well, that was the most awkward family dinner I've ever had…" Stiles trailed off.
"That was pretty much a normal family dinner for us. Except Madison was trying to keep the peace instead of just letting Patrick and Tyler scream at each other." Garrett thought allowed as he flipped through the channels, stopping on the Military channel.
"Uh, no. We are not watching that." I said, snatching the remote from Garrett's hand. Garrett lunged for it, but I threw it at Stiles. "Quick change it!" Stiles managed to flip a few channels before Garrett reached for Stiles. Stiles quickly threw it to Patrick. We quickly turned finding a TV show to watch into a keep away game from Garrett. As Patrick threw me the remote, he quickly pulled Garrett into a headlock. Garrett use to never be able to get out of those, but now he easily pulled himself out of it, causing both him and Patrick to fall to the floor. Garrett wrestled till he was on top.
"Ok, you win, now calm your titties down man and get off. I'm still hungry." Patrick laughed. Garrett climbed off, showing Stiles and I that his teeth were out and his eyes had changed, though he was smiling. He shook his head a few times till it went away. We heard someone banging on the floor beneath us.
"Shut the hell up!" We could barely hear the person say. The four of us burst into laughter.
Raf's POV:
"Like I said, we were out in the woods, helping look for Lydia. Lydia is friends with my best friend Madison, who was really upset by her disappearance. While we were out there, we found this little girl and brought her here. She told us her family died and that her name is Ameerah." I repeated for what felt like the billionth time.
"Alright, well we looked her up and she has no next of kin listed. Her parents died over a year ago, though. How did she survive out there for that long?" The Sheriff asked no one in particular as he flipped through the recently made file on Ameerah.
"You'd be surprised what kind of survival instincts will kick in when a person needs them to." Derek replied coolly from his seat next to me. The Sheriff eyed him suspiciously from across the table. I tapped my foot anxiously, already wanting Ameerah back in my arms where I could protect her.
"Right." The Sheriff turned his fatherly gaze toward me. "I see no problem with your Uncle taking him. He already has a foster kid and has passed all of the visits from social workers with flying colors. When did you say he could be here?"
"In two days." I answered automatically. Noting that it was now 10 minutes since Ameerah had started crying in the back. The two female cops with her seemed unable to calm her down.
"I guess the question is now, what do we do with her for the next two days." The Sheriff scratched his head in a very Stiles like manner.
"I can watch her. My boss has no problem in giving me the day off. I live in a safe neighborhood. I have enough money to take care of her. Plus she already knows me and likes me." I practically begged. I drummed my fingers as Ameerah's wails increased in volume, making me itch to go and comfort her. The Sheriff blew out a breath.
"Well you have no priors on your record, not even a traffic violation. I don't see why not. Let me go get some paper work." The Sheriff stood to leave. I continued to sit anxiously in the chair, each second agonizingly slow. Derek's heavy hands stopped my fingers and leg in their movement.
"Would you calm down, you're getting her." Derek snapped. "That's annoying when Stiles does it and it's just as annoying when you do it." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Did you go get my car and bring it to the station?" I asked. Derek nodded and tossed me the keys to my car. The Sheriff brought me in a load of paper work that I quickly began to sign.
"Alright, some of my officers helped give her a shower. We don't have any clothes her size but she's in a big t-shirt that she can just keep. Here is a car seat that will need to be returned before she leaves. Your Uncle will also need to come and sign some paperwork before he leaves with her." The Sheriff told me. I nodded before Ameerah's crying became even louder as they brought her into the hallway. She jumped out of the deputy's arms and ran to me. I immediately squatted down and scooped her up. Ameerah sniffled a little as she stopped crying.
"How did you do that?" The deputy asked me, looking worn and tired from trying to calm the wrestles child. I just shrugged. Now that Ameerah was clean I could see she was a light tan color and looked to at least have Arabic ancestors.
"Are we good to go now?" The Sheriff nodded in response. I took Derek's jacket that he was holding out for me and wrapped it around Ameerah, while Derek grabbed the car seat.
We arrived at Derek's train station, Ameerah dressed in some new clothes we had bought her and a back pack on her back full of toys.
"You know, if I were human, I would be worrying about needing a tetanus shot." I commented dryly, setting Ameerah down so she could run around. Derek glared at me in response. Ameerah immediately ran into Derek's train car. There was a mattress set on the floor and a duffle bag in the corner filled with clothes. She climbed onto the mattress and sat at the end of the bed, pulling out toys and giving them different voices as she played with them. Derek and I plopped on the bed watching her. My mind drifted back to at the school when Derek started panicking about Jackson and the black goo. "So, what's the deal with you and the black goo?" Derek glanced at me, looking reluctant to answer. "Come on! Remember, you gotta give a little trust to get a little trust."
"Saw someone close to me die from the bite." He answered shortly. I hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for him to go on. "She was in pain, so I ended her life, put her out of her misery." A wave of sadness washed over me. I couldn't imagine having to kill someone I loved, even if it was to prevent them from suffering. I can't believe he actually told me that. I fully expected him to turn me down.
"When I was four, I watched my mother get murdered by hunter's in front of me. I kind of lost it and killed the hunters. That's why my eyes are green." I told him, keeping my eyes focused on Ameerah.
"I didn't think bears could shift that young." Derek commented. I could feel his eyes watching me.
"There not suppose to. They aren't suppose to shift until they become a preteen or when they start puberty, but if they feel threatened enough or become distraught enough, they will shift. It causes physical deformities though." I watched as Ameerah got up and plopped herself down in Derek's lap, handing him some Legos to play with.
"Like what?" Derek asked, absent-mindedly piecing together the Legos with Ameerah.
"Bears are supposed to be tall. It makes them short." I sent Derek a smirk as I held up my short legs. Derek shook his head in amusement.
"I made a castle!" Ameerah announced to us, drawing our attention back to her. She looked at us expectantly as we looked at the blob of Legos.
"It's beautiful! Can I live there?" I asked. Ameerah got a thoughtful look on her face before shaking it 'no'.
"It's because a castle is for Princesses like Amee." Derek answered as if it were a fact that was known to all people on the earth. Ameerah sent him the biggest, most happiest smile ever and nodded enthusiastically. Derek smiled back at her, not a big one, but still more of one than I had ever seen him do before. My heart literally melted at the sight of the two of them. I could feel my face heat up from how much my heart was melting. The sound of the door opening to the abandoned train station made all three of our heads jerk in the direction. "Stay here." Derek whispered to the two of us. We stayed frozen on the spot, till Isaac's familiar scent reached my nostrils.
"It's ok, just wait here." I told her. I walked out of the train car just as Isaac told Derek that he wanted the bite. Right as I reached Derek's side, the sound of little feet pattering behind me made all of us turn. Ameerah ran straight to Derek, arms out stretched for him to pick her up. Without missing a beat, Derek picked her up and turned back to Isaac.
"Are you sure this is what you want, because once you are bit, there's no going back." Derek warned.
"I-I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Isaac replied shakily. He glanced at Ameerah. "Is that you guys' daughter?"
"No. This is Amee." Derek said.
"You're a kill joy. Do you know how long I could have pulled his leg with that one?" Derek rolled his eyes at me. "Amee, go get your stuff. It's time for us to go home and go to bed." Derek sat her down.
"Yes, mommy." Amee responded, pattering her feet a long as she went back into the train car. I stayed frozen as I stared after her. I could feel Derek and Isaac watching me. Something inside me swelled with love and protectiveness for the child. It didn't matter that my Tío was going to be adopting her; she was mine and always would be.
"You should do it while she's in there, then I'll give Isaac a ride to where ever he needs to go." I finally unfroze. He nodded shyly at me. "Do you have a bathroom in here?" Derek pointed to a room around the corner. I went inside and flipped on the light. "OH. MY. GOD." I yelled as I stared at the bathroom in horror.
"What?" Derek asked quickly as Isaac and him appeared in the doorway. I turned around to look at him in horror.
"Have you never heard of Lysol? Your bathroom is disgusting." Derek let out an annoyed growl as he slammed the door in my face.
Fun Fact: Madison's phobia is snakes and letting people down.