Sorry for the wait...again. I'm on thanksgiving break right now and hope to be able to pop out a few more chapters for this story over the break. Anyways, thanks for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! You guys are amazing!
Also, the site was funky and wouldn't let me upload a long chapter, so I have to put it in two again.
To M: I can't wait to start writing for Season 3, too! It is probably one of my favorite seasons and I have so much planned for the story! You guys will probably hate me for some of it but I have it all worked out in my head! Thanks for all the love!
To Susana: There is definitely some Rerek (that's what I call them at least), going on right now. You will see much more Stadison and Rerek in the coming chapters. You must be psychic but there will definitely be some more bumps in the road for all the characters.
To Guest: Your wish is my command!
Anna's POV:
"You guys go ahead to Patrick's room. I'll be there in a minute. I just need to handle the insurance," I told my children.
"Alright, Mom. Don't be long though. Patrick really wants those cookies," Garrett told me, running to catch up with Madison and Raf as they headed to Patrick's hospital room. I stopped at the nurse's station, pleased that I could still see inside Patrick's room. Patrick lay on the bed, smiling widely at his siblings as they entered the hospital room. I could see Scott and Stiles already in the room talking to him.
"Did you need something, ma'am?" A dark, curly haired nurse asked me. I glanced at her nametag that said McCall. Perfect.
"Yes, I'm here to see you. You're Scott's mother, Melissa, right?" I asked. A weary look came into Melissa's eyes, but she nodded.
"My name's Anna. I'm Patrick, Madison, and Garrett's mother." I stuck out my hand offering her to shake it. She reached out hesitantly and shook it. "I just wanted to bring you this lasagna for dinner. I understand you're having trouble dealing with the new found information." Melissa's eyes widened as she glanced at the covered dish in my hands as I held it out for her.
"Shouldn't I be giving you food since your sons in the hospital?" Melissa asked as she hesitantly took the lasagna from my hands. I chuckled.
"I think I'm handling Patrick in the hospital better than you are that Scott's a werewolf," I told her in hushed tones. Melissa's eyes grew wide as she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still worried about Patrick. But he's making a recovery and will be back to full health soon enough."
"So you know about…about everything?" Melissa asked hesitantly, fiddling with the lasagna dish.
"Of course. I knew before my children did," I told her. Melissa looked at me in confusion.
"And you just…let your kids run around and…and get into all this? One of them almost died," Melissa reminded me. I felt my temper flair inside of me, but years of practice let me coax it down quickly.
"Even if I told them not to get involved, they wouldn't listen. They'd start sneaking around. It would make it harder to try and keep track of them. Not to mention the strain it would put on our relationship," I spoke honestly.
"How are you so okay with all this. Scott…he's…he's a monster," Melissa whispered to me. I considered her for a second, weighing on what to say.
"I knew about the supernatural world before I even had children, heck, before I was even married. When I was still in college, I did an internship in Mississippi for the summer. While I was there, I met a small family who was visiting from Mexico. They lived in a property their family owned. The couple was around my age and they had a child, a young boy who was only 2 years old. Their names were Raf and Renata. About a week after they had been there a werewolf attacked me as I was walking home. The man, Raf, saved me. He was a werebear. I became close friends with them, helping them whenever they needed it. I lost contact with them when they went back to Mexico at the end of the summer and I back to Georgia, but I never forgot. A few years after we moved here to California, my children come home from the movies, a young girl in tow. She looked just like Renata. Turns out it was her daughter, Raf. When I found out that both her parents had been murdered, I couldn't help myself to want to take her in, to repay her parents for the kindness and safety they brought me that summer." I paused, glancing at Raf as she sat on the end of Patrick's bed, laughing at something someone had said. "I don't even know if I've ever told her this."
"And when you found out…you were just…okay with it?" Melissa questioned. I twirled the question over in my head.
"I was shocked. It took a little while for it to sink in, but honestly I was always into the sci-fi/supernatural books, so it wasn't too hard to get over. They were good people. Sure they had a dark side like the rest of us, but they pushed that side away." I glanced at Garrett as he sat beside Patrick in the bed. He smiled, rolling his eyes at whatever Patrick had just said. "Do you see my younger son in there?" I asked Melissa. She nodded at me. "He was bit a few weeks after Scott by a rouge alpha. The alpha was the one going around and killing everyone. The alpha didn't have anyone to help keep him human, to keep him grounded. There was no one that cared for and loved him. You asked how I was ok with this. How can I not be? Scott, Garrett, and Raf aren't monsters. But if we held them at arms length, pushed them away, left them to themselves, treated them like monsters…that's when they would become a monster." Melissa looked at Scott from a distance in the room. Scott was not smiling quite as brightly as he usually did, only wearing a small smile at whatever everyone was laughing at. Even Stiles looked slightly more subdued than usual. Melissa's face softened as she considered my words. "Just something to think about." I pulled out a business card from my wallet, laying it on top of the lasagna dish. "Call if you need someone to talk or vent to, about anything. Oh, and before I forget, what will I owe for Patrick's stay here?" Melissa quickly pulled up my file.
"Looks like you have an anonymous donation that covered all the expenses that your insurance didn't cover."
Raf's POV:
"Do you guys have any idea how boring this hospital is when you guys are at work or school? There is nothing to do here," Patrick complained.
"You get out tomorrow, and you've only been here for three days. Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" Madison asked. Stiles sat in the wheelchair that was in the room incase Patrick wanted to get around. He was maneuvering the chair around the room. I watched with intensity so I wouldn't miss it when he ran into something.
"No. I've had so much time just lying in this bed. I started coming up with jokes to pass the time. For example, a Roman walks into a bar and hold's up two fingers. He says, 'I'll have five beers please.'" Patrick told us with a shit-eating grin. I chuckled while everyone else just rolled their eyes.
"I don't get it," Scott confessed, looking at all of us in confusion.
"No one tell him," Garrett quickly spoke up, making us all break out into laughter as Scott continued to look around confused. Anna came into the room, looking slightly confused herself.
"Let's give these guys some privacy. Come on guys," I motioned for Scott and Stiles to follow me out the door. "Oh, before I forget, she's yours once you feel well enough to drive again." I threw the keys to my Mitsubishi lancer at Patrick. Patrick caught the keys easily, his eyes wide as he looked from the keys to me.
"You're serious?" He asked, a large smile growing on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, following the boys out of the room. I clapped my hand over the back of Scott's shoulder. Both Stiles and Scott turned to look at me.
"I need to talk to Scott…privately." Scott nodded, following me to a spare room. I walked over to the window, fiddling with the curtains as Scott came to stand beside me. "So you and Gerard?" I saw Scott's head snap toward me out of the corner of my eye. I kept looking out the window.
"It's not what you think. He…he's using the people I love against me," Scott confessed. I finally turned to look at him, smirking.
"I figured as much. But you have to realize that he's going to kill all of us no matter if you help him or not. We were all apart of Kate dying. There's nothing he won't do to see us all ripped to shreds," I told him. Scott nodded in agreement.
"I know. I-I have a plan, but part of it is that I can't let you know what it is. You'll just have to trust me," Scott looked at me earnestly. My gut clenched at the thought of having to trust my friend's lives in Scott's hands. I nodded.
"Don't let my sleuth die, Scott. Let me know if you need help," I told him. Scott nodded. I watched as he walked out the door.
"Do you know where Isaac, Boyd, and Erica are?" Scott asked me. I narrowed my eyes at him, turning my head to the side.
"There in hiding. Derek's not stupid. He knows Gerard is after them. I'm not going to tell you any more," I told him. Scott nodded, walking out of the room. I blew out a breath of frustration.
Madison's POV:
I watched Stiles' leg twitch anxiously as his hands twisted through his lacrosse net, tying random knots that I had no idea what they were for. I knew if I could hear his heart beat right now it would probably be racing.
"Stiles, are you alright?" I asked from where I sat next to him in the library. Stiles didn't look up from the lacrosse net.
"Aside from our impending doom looming over us ever closer, I'm fantastic," Stiles sarcastically snapped at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Hey, we can fix this. We can win. We just have to stick together," I insisted. Stiles scoffed at me.
"Like Allison's stuck with us or Derek and his pack?" Stiles asked, finally turning to look at me.
"That's not fare. Derek and his pack have just gone into hiding. They haven't abandoned us. As soon as we give them something to go on, something to chase after, they'll be fighting right there next to us." Stiles rolled his eyes, turning back to his lacrosse stick. "And I totally called the whole Allison thing…just saying." Stiles gave a snort, but his anxious leg twitching never stopped. "Alright, that's it. You need a breather. Get up." I dragged a confused Stiles to his feet before taking his hand and dragging him out of the school.
"Where are we going?" Stiles asked, tripping over his feet as he tried to keep up with my fast pace.
"We're ditching our last free period of the day and going to Raf's apartment. You drive," I ordered, giving him a shove toward the drivers seat. Stiles grumbled something unintelligible but followed orders.
"Am I going to get to know why we're going to Raf's?" Stiles asked. I smiled and shook my head no. Stiles grumbled as we pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. I hopped out of the car, running up to Raf's apartment. I opened the unlocked door.
"You should really start locking that thing, you know? There are, after all, supernatural creatures roaming about," I commented. Raf rolled her eyes from her sofa as she munched on fudge dipped oreo cookies.
"If you were a supernatural creature you could have gotten it with it locked. And if you were a human, it saves me the energy of having to get up to let you in," Raf responded as Stiles came up behind me. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I countered. Raf narrowed her eyes at me, silently calling a truce.
"What about robbers? They could come in your house. Or rapists!" Stiles exclaimed. Raf rolled her eyes at him.
"If a robber comes in my house, let them take it. If they need something bad enough to resort to a life of crime, then they obviously need it more than I do. And if a rapist came in I would just punch them or something." Raf waved off the issue like that was a completely reasonable solution.
"That is the stu-" Stiles started to say, but I cut him off.
"Hey, Raf. Can you leave for an hour and half? Stiles and I need your apartment before he has to go get ready for the game," I asked. Raf chewed on her cookie in thought as she stared between the two of us.
"Yeah ok. I'll be at Derek's if you need me. Scream into the phone or something and I'll come," Raf responded. She jumped up from the couch, heading for the door before she paused and looked me up and down. "Can I use your jacket? I still haven't replaced my old one."
"No, I need it at the game," I responded. Raf groaned as she head out the door. "You forgot your keys and shoes," I yelled after her.
"No I didn't. I left them on purpose," Raf yelled back. I rolled my eyes as I tossed my stuff down and shut the door. I walked over to Raf's DVD collection. "Star Wars, comedy, or superhero movie?"
"What?" Stiles asked. I glanced over my shoulder at him, laughing at his confused face.
"We're having our first date. Now what movie do you want to watch?" I asked. Stiles gapped a few seconds.
"Uh…you pick," Stiles answered, his cheeks going rosy.
"Ok, as long as you pour us some kool aide from the fridge and pop the popcorn," I countered. I turned back to the movies, contemplating what to watch. "How about the Iron Man 2?"
"Sounds good," Stiles called back. I could hear the popcorn popping as I slid the DVD in. I plopped down on the couch as Stiles brought over the snack and drinks. "I'm not sure if this really counts as a first date."
"Of course it does. First dates are awkward and you're always trying to impress the person you're with. This way we can just sit back and relax," I responded as the movie started. I glanced at Stiles who was sitting tensely next to me, his leg bouncing. I leaned into his side, snuggling there. Stiles was soft and very comfortable, but he was extremely tense. After about twenty minutes of him not relaxing, I sighed as I sat up. "Turn around."
"What?" Stiles asked, confusion all over his face as he dropped his thumb from his mouth that he had been chewing on.
"Turn. Around," I said slowly. Stiles hesitantly turned. I moved my hands up to his shoulders, beginning to knead into his back. "You're too tense. You need to relax before you end up giving yourself a stroke." Stiles didn't comment back like I thought he would. Instead he just melted under my message. Stiles let his head fall back as he let out a groan of pleasure when I kneaded a knot. "Jeez, how long have you been this stressed out?" Stiles only response was to groan again. The movie seemed to be long forgotten, but Stiles was finally starting to relax, which was the point of this date anyways. I worked my way down Stiles' back, even cracking it a few times. When I took my hands away, Stiles fell back so that his head and shoulders were sitting in my lap. I laughed as I looked down at him. Stiles smiled at me, looking relaxed for the first time in weeks. His smile fell as he quickly sat up and turned around to face me. Stiles brought his hand up to the side of my face, pulling me closer as he leaned in, staring at my lips. I swallowed, licking them self-consciously as our noses brushed, my stomach doing flip-flops in excitement. I shrieked in surprise as the door slammed open.
"Hey, what ya watching?" Garrett asked, jumping on the couch between the two of us. Stiles and I glared at Garrett.
"Watching Iron Man 2," I responded in a flat voice. Garrett hummed in agreement.
"Nice. Y'all should've picked Captain America," Garrett commented, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth as he sipped at the kool aide.
"We're kinda on a date," I snapped. Garrett just snorted as he continued to watch the TV.
"Not for much longer. It's almost time for Stiles to be at the game tonight," Garrett answered. Stiles glanced at the clock on his phone, groaning as he looked at the time.
"Why are you here," I snapped, my patience growing thin.
"Patrick told me to come interrupt your date since he's bed ridden next door," Garrett answered, throwing a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth.
"How the hell did Patrick know I was on a date?" I asked.
"Because I heard Stiles groaning in here and just assumed you two were on a date," Garrett said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"It actually is time for us to head to the lacrosse game," Stiles commented.
"Great! I need a ride there. We can carpool. Save the environment and all that," Garrett hopped up from the couch, waiting for me to pass by him as I glared at him.
Fun Fact: Garrett's birthday is May 4. I haven't decided whether or not you will see his birthday celebration. It's up to you guys to decide. (i.e. tell me if you want to see it.)
