Happy Holidays and the end of a decade! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I know it's been a while but things have gotten a little out of hand lately. Anyway, I wanted to give you guys something for the Holidays, so, here you go. As usual, I don't own Teen Wolf only my OC's and please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes or errors.

In true Sawyer Rhodes fashion, she was avoiding everyone and everything. It wasn't like she could go to her mom, who had come home in one piece, she certainly couldn't talk to Scott. There was Derek, but, well, no, that wound was a little too raw. Cassidy wouldn't entirely understand what was happening and Lydia? Well, she's not quite sure where Lydia would stand with all of this. The only real person she could talk to about anything wasn't even human, it was her dog. Ozzy just sat there, with his underbite, staring up at her with a vacant expression on his face.

She wanted to scream into her pillow; how did this become her life?

Sawyer was thankful that it was a Friday. School itself was going to be an entirely awkward affair after last night, so at least it was only one day that she would have to deal with people. She thought about calling Scott, or Stiles, but then thought that maybe they wouldn't want to see her after last night. Especially Scott, considering she kind of went full villain henchman on him last night. Oh, that was another thing that she was refusing to think about, Peter. It was kind of hard to look him in the eye and know that he's your father and also the reason you almost killed your friends. Never in her life had she related to Luke Skywalker so much until now.

Her mother also hadn't spoken to her, but that's mainly Sawyer's fault. She had been entirely avoiding her since she returned home late last night. Sawyer didn't want to think about what happened in that house, or why her mother came home last night, hell, she didn't want to think about anything that related to her parentage at this point. However, her silence and avoidance streak might just come to an end because school was going to start in twenty minutes. And if she wanted to get there before Scott and Stiles did, then she was going to have to leave extremely early to find a spot to hide.

There was a knock on her door and Sawyer felt her heart stop. "Who is it?" She called out tentatively.

"It's me," Cassidy called back and Sawyer got up from her bed and let him in. Cassidy strolled in and sat down on her bed, he let out a large sigh and slumped his shoulders forward. Sawyer agreed with him, it was basically her current mood for the past week. "Mom wants to know if you're going to talk to her, like, at all." He said looking to her, his dark eyebrows raised, and brown eyes annoyed.

Sawyer bit her lip. That was a good question and she didn't entirely know the answer to it. Was she ever going to talk to her mother again? Logistically, yes, she was probably going to talk to her mother again. However, when that was going to happen was still unclear to Sawyer.

"I mean, probably, at some point in my life I'm going to talk to her again." She told Cassidy.

Cassidy groaned and flopped on her bed like a dead fish, "I thought we were past all of this!" He exclaimed, "I mean, what happened last night, that completely shifted the dynamic of this family."

Sawyer blinked. Had no one told Cassidy the truth about what had happened. She had thought that since Kate was now wanted by the police that surely, he knew. But if he what he said was true, then Cassidy had no idea about the identity of the Alpha.

"Did no one tell you?" She asked him.

"Tell me what?"

"Peter's the Alpha." She said and Cassidy shot up, his eyes widening comically, "Did I seriously not tell you?"

"No, you certainly didn't!" He yelled then ran a hand through his hair, "Peter's the Alpha, really, him?" Sawyer nodded her head, "So, that's what happened last night?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." She answered casually, "And mom knew."

"WHAT!" He cried out and jumped to his feet, "Why did no one tell me this?" He then ran to her doorway, "Mom!" He screamed.

Sawyer glared at her brother, "Cassidy what are you doing?" She asked menacingly.

Cassidy glared back, "Getting the two of you to talk." He then turned back around, "Mom!" He yelled out again.

There was the sound of a thump, like a body landing of the floor, then feet stomping against the floor. A few moments later Sawyer saw her mother rushing to her doorway, out of breath while nearly running into the wall, and looked around the room for any danger. "What? What's the problem, who broke in?"

"Were you ever going to tell me that Peter was the Alpha?" her brother demanded, hand on the door, ready to shut it if he wanted too.

Her mother stared down at him confused, "I didn't tell you?" Cassidy nodded his head, "Really, I thought I had told you." She mumbled to herself and looked off to the side.

"Well, you also failed to mention that you knew Peter." Sawyer spat and her mother's green eyes snapped to hers. Her face fell and for a moment Sawyer felt bad for how she treated her mother. "Were you ever planning on telling me?" She asked.

Her mother looked guilty, "I was planning on telling you when I came home last night."

There was a pregnant pause and Cassidy was the one who broke the silence, "Okay, what else has everyone failed to tell me?" he asked looking back and forth between her and their mother.

Her mom had opened her mouth to answer but Sawyer was first to reply, "Peter's my father." She said, trying, and failing, to sound casual. She was still numb to the fact if she was being honest. It truly hadn't sunk in that the one thing she had always been searching for, the one answer she always wanted. Was now the one answer she wished would go away and never return.

"I'm sorry," Cassidy exclaimed in disbelief, "But what?! Peter's your father, since when? How?" He then paused, "Wait, never mind, I know how, I don't need to know the how. But…Peter? Is your father? This is like the equivalent of Luke finding out that Darth Vader was his father." Sawyer made a noise of agreement and Cassidy shot her glare, "You find out that the Alpha was your father all along and just decide not to tell me?" He accused her.

"Hey, I'm still processing it myself, telling you wasn't exactly my first priority."

"Well, it should have been, I'm your brother, I need to know these things."

"Well, then, why didn't you tell me about lying to the Sheriff about Kate Argent." Sawyer rebutted quite childishly.

That got their mother's attention, she turned her gaze towards him, "You did what?" Her voice was low and critical.

Cassidy cringed and turned to their mother, giving her that innocent puppy dog looks that he pulled off so well. "I was going to tell you, but, well, considering I was already asleep by the time you came home I didn't get the chance."

"Cassidy what did you do?" Her mother's voice rose and was filling with anger.

He chuckled nervously, "There is a slight chance that might have I lied to the police and highly suggested to them that it was Kate Argent who committed all the murders in town."

Their mother stared at him in disbelief and blinked, unable to process what he had just said. Yes, Cassidy was known for budding into police investigation but he had never actually broken any laws before. The worst he had done was pester a few officers, he had never lied to the police before. Finally, their mother snapped out of her shock and shook her head, throwing her hands up in defeat. "That's it, I give up," She said, "My sixteen-year-old daughter wants to commit murder and my eleven-year-old son is committing perjury."

Cassidy held his arms up in defense, "On a technical standpoint, I'm not wrong about Kate," he defended himself, "And who said anything about murder?"

"Oh, right, I forget that I hadn't told you." Sawyer butted in, "Peter wants to murder Kate and I said I would help him."

"Was this before or after you knew he was your father?"

"Before."

"And you're still helping him…why?" Cassidy asked, elongating the word.

"She's not going to help him," Their mom said, "She's not going to help him because I will not have you murder Kate Argent, regardless if she deserves it or not."

Sawyer snorted, "Please, I wasn't actually going to help him, I was going to let him think that I was going to help him while actually trying to stop him."

Her mother pinched the bridge of her nose and sucked in a deep breath, "You know what, I have work, you two have school. So, let's all agree that we put this on the back burner until tonight, yeah."

Her and Cassidy shared a look and nodded, it could wait until tonight. Besides, how much worse could it possibly get?

"Can I just start this off by saying that I'm a bitch and I'm really sorry about last night." Sawyer said as she sat down across from Scott and Stiles. She had noticed that the two were alone at the table and thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to both of them. Mainly, she wanted to apologize to Scott, she saw the hurt in his eyes last night and that had never been her intention.

Scott didn't even look up at her, all he did was continue reading his book. Stiles, whom she had guess heard about what happened, narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. "This isn't me trying to recruit you." Sawyer assured them, "It's just, last night I wasn't in a good headspace and Peter took advantage of that."

Scott lowered his book so that only his eyes were showing, "So, you don't want to kill Kate?" He asked her.

Sawyer rolled her eyes, "I mean figuratively, yeah I do, but no I don't actually want to kill her." She frowned, "I'm not going to help Peter either."

"What happened that made you change your mind." He asked while he shut his book and placed it on the table.

She smiled sheepishly and felt her cheeks heating up. "You," She told him and Scott looked confused. "You're my friend and when I saw how heartbroken you were last night, I realized something. I realized that I wasn't going to throw away a great friendship to go on a murder spree with a middle-aged guy that I barely know."

It was true, Peter may be her father, but she barely knew him. Hell, she had known Scott longer than she knew her actual father. She realizes that it's not entirely Peter's fault because he was comatose for a good portion of that time. However, how could she help him out now? Her mom was right; she might hate Kate and want her dead, but she couldn't actually kill her if she wanted too. That would hurt Allison too much. Even if they weren't the closest of friends, they mutually respected and liked each other and that was more than Sawyer could ever ask for.

She wasn't going to tell them about Peter, not just yet.

"So, what's your plan then?" Stiles asked her with raised eyebrows.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Well, the OG plan was to pretend that I wanted to help him but actually try to secretly sabotage him in the process."

"You wanted to be a double agent?" He asked sarcastically.

Sawyer rolled her eyes, "As I said, it was the OG plan and I have since scrapped it from this morning."

"Well, what's the new plan?"

She bit her lip and gave them both a guilty look, "I was hoping that's where the two of you would come in." She paused, "I was hoping we would be able to take him down. Together. The three of us." They gave her skeptical looks and, yeah, Sawyer couldn't blame them. She had been terrible for both of them last night. However, her mother had been right, Peter couldn't win, no matter what her connection was to him.

A connection that she was still processing.

"Believe me, or don't, I'm not letting Peter win." She offered softly, "So, either I can do this with you or without you and you don't need to be psychic to know which one I prefer."

Scott was silent. He eyed her up and down as if trying to find a crack in her offer. To see if she was lying to him, to see if she was trying to deceive him. Sawyer swallowed a hard lump while she waited for his answer.

"If we do this, together, then no one gets hurt." Scott said.

Sawyer nodded in agreement, "No one gets hurt."

Scott, again, looked at her trying to decide if he believed her or not. Sawyer hoped with everything in her that he did. She was trying her best here, and last night was a mistake, a mistake that she wasn't going to make again. Scott just wanted to help people and that's what she wanted too. As much as she hated Kate Argent, she didn't think that killing her would solve any problems.

"Well, I believe you." Stiles said causing both her and Scott to look at him. He was eating his lunch and had that carefree look to his face. "What?" He asked at their curious gazes, "We need all the help we can get if we're going up against Argent, Peter, and Derek. Let's be honest here, Sawyer's the strongest out of the three of us."

"Thanks, Stiles." She said giving him a quick smile, "I think." She added quickly unsure if Stiles was being serious or not. She shook her head, it didn't matter if he was being serious or not, all that mattered was that Scott and he were willing to work with her against Peter and Kate Argent.

Speaking of Argent, Sawyer lifted her head searching the cafeteria for Allison. She looked at her normal sitting spot and frowned when she saw that the brunette was not there. She twisted around and searched again, but everywhere she looked Allison was not there. Sawyer then started looking for Lydia, hoping to find her as well. The two were usually seen eating together or at least hanging out together. If none of them were here then something was wrong.

Allison was missing and so was Lydia. A terrifying thought occurred to her and she started looking for Jackson. To her relief, he was sitting at his usual table with Danny and Co. sitting by his side. Well, at least that was one problem avoided. Jackson still wasn't in their way, but Sawyer knew that could change at the drop of a hat.

"So, not to alarm anybody, but where is Allison?" Sawyer asked the boys who were still eating their lunches.

Both boys gave her confused looks and looked around the cafeteria, scanning for Allison. Scott looked back to her and shrugged, "I don't know, she must not have come in today."

Sawyer raised her eyebrows, "That doesn't concern you in the least bit?"

"No, not really," He then swallowed a grape, "Why? Should it?"

"Umm, considering the fact that Peter wants to kill her aunt, yeah, it should." When she noticed that Stiles didn't seem to really care either she added in, "Lydia's not here either." Stiles's head snapped up so fast that Sawyer's almost positive he got whiplash.

They all collectively looked at each other, silently conversing, and five seconds later they stumbled to there feet, rushing to Stiles's car.

"So, is there a reason that you have me waking in the middle of the woods while you're caring a sketchy looking duffle bag?" Lydia asked as she stepped over another branch in her high heels, "Or, is this just your definition of fun?" Allison shook her head and Lydia can only assume that she also rolled her eyes.

When Allison had called her earlier and asked her if she wanted to skip, Lydia agreed. After all, she did just get her aunt on the Top Ten Most Wanted List. The most she could do was hang out with her and spend so quality time together. She thought that they would get manicures, go see a movie, maybe even shopping. However, when Lydia eyed the big black duffle bag that most bad guys used, she got the feeling that a spa day wasn't in her near future.

Allison hadn't told her anything yet. All she had said was, "Get in the car" and "Follow me" and, yeah, those aren't great lines to hear from anyone, especially your best friend. Those were usually words heard when you're kidnapped, but Lydia didn't feel kidnapped and Allison didn't seem murdery. Anger, maybe, tense definitely, but no, not murderous. Yeah, so, maybe Lydia should have told someone where she was going just in case.

As if to make her nerves even worse, Allison coldly said, "Don't worry, we're almost there."

Alright, yeah, that didn't make her nerves feel any better. "Can you at least tell me what this is about?" She asked softly while wrapping her arms around herself."

Allison turned to her, her brown eyes narrowing, and Lydia almost had to take a step back. She had never seen her friend look so distrusting before. Her eyes that were usually full of life and warmth were now dark and cold. Lydia has no idea what happened last night, well actually she did, but something hurt her friend. Lydia just prayed that it wasn't her. She prayed and hoped that she wasn't the reason Allison was so mad.

"Jackson asked me to the dance." She told her, searching her face for a reaction.

"Oh," She inquired, "And what did you say?"

"I said yes, you know, just as friends."

The sentence almost made her laugh out loud, however she managed to keep it inside. "Jackson doesn't do friends." It was true, he didn't. There was Danny, but Lydia's almost ninety percent sure that the only reason Jackson hung around him was that he was in love with him. The rest of the lacrosse team feared Jackson, and then there was her. In another life, where they hadn't dated and he wasn't a complete ass, she and Jackson had the possibility of friendship.

Allison shrugged, "Well, he also doesn't kiss exes the day after you break up with them."

She then dropped the bag she was carrying to the ground with a large THUMP, causing Lydia to jump. Alright, so, there was definitely something heavy and metal in that bag; great just what she needed, an angry Allison with a possible weapon. Her heart began beating even fast when Allison opened up the bag to reveal a bow, as well as pulled out several pointy arrows.

Lydia couldn't help the fact that her jaw literally dropped. "Okay, look, I get that you're mad but murdering is so not the way to deal with your problems." She rambled nervously.

Allison looked confused and taken aback, then looked to her bow, and back to Lydia again. Her eyes widened and she quickly set the bow down on the ground. "What? Oh, no, I'm not here to hurt Lydia, I would never do that. I brought you here because it's the only safe place that I can think of to talk."

Lydia scrunched her face, "To talk about exes?"

"No, to talk about whatever the hell is going on in this town!" Allison yelled angrily and ran her hands through her hair.

Lydia would rather talk about their Jackson for three hours straight then breach the topic of the supernatural in Beacon Hills. She watched as Allison crouched to the ground and pulled out several arrows and then what looked to be like modified arrowheads. "Allison, what am I looking at?" She asked, taking a few steps back.

"See, this is what I'm talking about!" She cried out and held up the arrowhead like it was the Ring of Power. "I found this in my parents' garage, just casually sitting there like it would be a totally normal thing to just have laying around."

Lydia frowned, "Still didn't answer my question."

Allison got to her feet and brushed off the dirt from her pants. "It's a modified arrowhead."

"Modified to do what?"

Allison shrugged, "I don't know," She then took a regular arrow and screwed it on, "Let's find out, shall we?" She knocked an arrow and released it. Then as soon as the arrow hit the tree a flash of light, a bang, and spark appeared. Both girls moved back from the small explosion, Lydia even held a part of her cardigan up to protect her from any debris.

It was Lydia who recovered first. "What the hell was that?" She asked as she stared at the spot where the arrow had landed. Flames were flickering from the arrowhead and Lydia prayed that they wouldn't be the cause of a forest fire.

"I don't know," Allison told her, but there wasn't any fear in her voice. There was almost a sense of pride to the words she had just said; like she had just figured out something amazing.

"Well, as much as playing with lethal weapons has been fun, I think it's time that we get back now."

SNAP. Both their heads turned into the direction of the sound and Lydia gravitated towards Allison; after all, she was the one with the deadly weapon and not her. Maybe it was just a small animal, a squirrel that was lost, or a raccoon that was just walking around. SNAP SNAP. Oh, who was she just trying to kid, this is Beacons Hills and nothing can ever be just a cute animal lost in the woods.

"Here, hold this." Allison told her as she placed the bow into her hands.

"What, why?"

"Because I'm going to go find out what that noise was."

"Well, what if that noise was something dangerous?"

"Shoot it." Was Allison's curt reply.

Lydia did not even get the chance to protest before Allison had already gone off to investigate the strange noise. Which, to Lydia, was a dumb idea considering she just gave her only form of protection to her and she had no idea how to use it. Allison had told her to use it if there was something dangerous, but Lydia's not even certain if she could draw back the bow.

She mewled as she watched Allison disappear into the tree line. She swallowed trying to shove the feeling of fear that was starting to take over her body. Lydia shivered and looked down at her arm to see that the hairs were sticking up. She got the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching her and she told herself not to turn around.

Tugging the bow closer to her body as if it were a teddy bear, Lydia told herself to calm down. The only reason her hair was standing up was because she was afraid. It was a natural response to fear; she was afraid because she was alone. The moment that Allison would come back she would be fine and the feeling would go away. Still, though, the weird fog that was starting to form in the woods was not helping with trying to stay calm.

There was another SNAP right behind her. On instinct, Lydia whirled around, and with closed eyes, chucked the bow she had been clutching in the general direction of the noise. She must have hit something because there was the sound of leaves crunching and moans of pain. Lydia opened her eyes and widened them as she saw who she had hit.

"Oh my god, Sawyer are you okay?" She asked in a hurry as she made her way to her friends' side.

Sawyer, who was clutching her side, moaned in pain, "What the hell Lydia?" She asked.

Lydia helped her sit up, "I'm sorry, you just snuck up on me and I panicked."

Sawyer looked at her in disbelief, "So you threw a bow at me?" She then looked at the cursed object beside her, "Why were you holding a bow in the first place?"

"Allison brought me here, said she wanted to test some things out. There were these weird noises and she went to go check them up."

"That would be Scott." She grunted out and shook her head, "She left you with the bow?" She asked while scrunching up her nose in confusion.

Lydia nodded her head in agreement, "Yep." She then helped Sawyer to her feet, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, when we couldn't find you or Allison at school, we got worried. Scott and I managed to track your scents and we followed you here."

"You and Scott ran all the way from the school?"

Sawyer scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, we got Stiles to drive us. He's at the entrance right now waiting for us to come back." Sawyer shook her head and placed it on her shoulder, "I'm getting off track. Lydia, there's something I need to tell you, something big." Sawyer then took a deep breath and was about to tell her something when her eyes darted over Lydia's shoulder. She swore underneath her breath, "I have to go Allison's coming back."

As Sawyer was turning around to leave, Lydia grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Wait, Sawyer, what is it? What do you need to tell me?"

Her blue eyes began pooling with tears and she looked so conflicted. She looked like she wanted to say something but was keeping herself from doing so. Sawyer shook her head, wiped her eyes, and bit her lip. "I'll tell you later when I get the chance, I promise."

Before Lydia could even protest, Sawyer had already slipped from her grasp and was running away. Just as Sawyer disappeared Allison had remerged from the tree line and was walking towards her with a small smile on her face. She then caught sight of Lydia and frowned, "What happened?" She asked in concern as she saw the bow laying off to the side.

Lydia shook her head and waved her off, "Just some stupid rabbit that scared me."

"And you threw a bow at it?" She asked while pointing at the bow with her finger.

Lydia rolled her eyes; she was not about to go over this again. Deciding to change the subject, she noticed Allison's new happy demeanor, "What's gotten you so happy?"

Allison started playing with a neckless, "I saw Scott," She smiled dreamily, "He found my neckless for me."

"The neckless that your aunt Kate gave you?" She questioned.

Lydia watched as Allison's dreamy demeanor soon hardened at the mention of her aunt. "Yeah," She said softly, letting the neckless drop from her fingers, "That one." Then, just as quickly as the hardened exterior had come, it vanished. "You want to go get some food?"

For as long as Blake has lived in Beacon Hills, she's pretty sure she's never been inside the McCall household. Which, thinking back on it, is really weird because they lived next to each other for so long. They also share kids that are the same age and actively hang out with each other. Also, Blake is highly aware of how many times Melissa McCall has taken care of her kids when she was out drinking her money and life away.

So, in honor of Melissa McCall, Blake has decided that she would throw her a celebratory dinner. Yes, it was odd, and out of the blue, but Blake needed something to focus on other than her crazy ex at the moment. And throwing a dinner party for someone, who honestly deserves it, was sounding pretty good at the moment.

After feeding Ozzy, giving herself a pep-talk in the mirror, Blake made her way over to the McCall household and knocked on the door three times. Then promptly waited an uncomfortable number of seconds, waiting for someone to answer. She looked over her shoulder to see if Melissa's car was even there. God, she didn't check to see if she was home? Blake was about to call it quits when the door open, to reveal a very tired looking Melissa McCall.

"Blake?" She asked in surprise and opened the door up a little more. Melissa must have thought she was some Door-to-Door salesmen at first.

Taking a deep breath and plastering on her best smile Blake answered her, "Yes, it's me, Blake Rhodes, your neighbor." That didn't sound totally weird and unrehearsed. Clearing her throat, she tried again, "Melissa, I was wondering if you would be willing to come over to my house and eat dinner with my family."

Melissa blinked her eyes a couple of times, probably wondering if Blake had finally lost it, "Umm…sure?" She said in uncertainty, "What's the occasion?"

Blake shrugged her shoulders, "Just cause," She said.

"Just cause?" Melissa repeated her words, "You're throwing a dinner party, just because you want to?"

"Yeah, pretty much," She hesitated then spoke her next words very carefully, "I just want to thank you for looking after Sawyer and Cassidy all the times that I couldn't," She paused, the corrected herself, "All the times that I wouldn't look after them."

Melissa's face then softened and she smiled, "Okay, I'll come. What time do you want me and Scott to be over by?"

"Does six-ish sound fine?"

"Six-ish sounds, great." Just as Blake was about to turn and leave Melissa called her name again causing her to turn around. "Oh, and Blake, I'm proud of you for getting better. It's not easy to do what you've done and not fall back again."

Blake smiled and tried not to think of Peter or the bottles she still had under the sink, "Trust me, I know."

Sawyer watched as her mother flitted around the room like an over-excited bird. She was moving from one side to the next, with something always in one of her hands. Her blonde hair was tied up into a pony-tail while an apron was tied around her front. It was a sight that Sawyer never expected to see, and quite honestly, it was also an unsettling one.

"What are you doing?" She asked carefully, approaching her mother as if she was a loaded gun.

"She's cooking dinner?" Cassidy replied from his place on the couch.

"Okay, still doesn't answer my question as to why mom looks like a 1950's housewife."

Her mother slammed the oven door and turned to her with a wide manic grin on her face. "I am dressed as a 1950's housewife because we are having guests over tonight." She then walked over to her and smoothed down her hair, "More specifically, we are having the McCall's over tonight, for dinner, and I just want to make sure that's everything goes smoothly."

Sawyer frowned, "Are you sure having them over tonight is such a good idea?" She asked and took a deep breath in through her nose. Her sense of smell was instantly flooded with the sweet smell of apple, sugar, cinnamon. Her mouth was practically watering at the smell of it and Sawyer unconsciously started walking over to the counter where the pie laid.

Her mother, however, stopped her by yanking on her shirt collar. "Do not touch the pie," She scolded her, "Now, I want you to go upstairs and shower because you smell."

"Mom!?"

"And Cassidy, I want you to clean your room."

Cassidy turned towards her and scoffed, "Why do I need to clean my room? Are you planning on showing them my room?"

Her mother sighed and rubbed her temples, "Cassidy, please, just go clean your room and put on a nicer shirt. Sawyer, go shower then come downstairs to help me out."

Sawyer didn't feel like arguing with her mother. Over the course of the day she had come to realize that her mother was probably having as much as a crisis as she was. She had just gotten back most of her memories of her young adult life. Got back the father of her child, someone she had loved, but also realized that he was now a murdering psychopath. All while having another, actual, murdering psychopath after her.

So, yeah, Sawyer was letting her mom have a break. Besides, she was also too tired to actually argue with her mother. They had come up with a silent truce with each other, somehow, they would talk later when they both had the time and were both not going through a crisis. Though if it were up to Sawyer, they would never talk about it again and just move on with their lives.

That's what you do right? When something goes wrong and you don't want to deal with the feelings that come with it. You just accept it and move on because you do yourself no good by always looking back. Hell, Sawyer had lived most of her life with this philosophy and she was doing just fine.

Grabbing a pair of clean clothes, Sawyer quickly headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. It couldn't have been more than a fifteen-minute shower, because the bathroom mirror hadn't even steamed up by the time she had gotten out. She followed her normal routine and dried her hair, throwing it up into a bun, and forced herself into her nicest jeans and top.

When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She almost didn't recognize herself in the reflection. She looked older now, more mature, the softness of youth was slowly fading from her appearance. Her cheeks were less round, her jawline was more angular, and she almost thought for a moment that she was a little taller.

Uncomfortable with staring at herself in the mirror Sawyer put Cora's neckless on along with a smile. She would make this night normal for her mother, for Cassidy, and for Mama McCall. She would make sure that no supernatural shit interrupted this dinner party, hell she would lock them all in the house if she had too. Okay, well, maybe not lock them in the house because that sounded a tad bit extreme, but the sentiment was there. She would do whatever it took to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

Making her smile bigger, Sawyer gave herself a thumbs up and a head nod, before walking out the door and back into her room to deposit her dirty clothes. However, as soon as she stepped into her room, she knew that something was off. She looked around, taking everything in, and she saw nothing out of place, but there was an unfamiliar scent to her room. Taking in a deep breath through her nose, Sawyer closed her eyes and tried to figure out where the scent was strongest.

Trusting her instincts, she felt her feet guide her forward. It wasn't until her thighs ran into her dresser did, she finally open her eyes again. She looked down at the dresser, seeing that nothing was wrong with, but knowing that someone had been here while she was in the shower. She opened up the drawer to find a single piece of paper laying there. Picking it up gingerly, Sawyer brought the piece of paper to her nose and took a big sniff in.

She then realized the scent. She knew she had smelled it before just never this much and never in her bedroom before. Derek had been here, and from the freshness of the scent, it was very recently, as in he must have been in here while she was taking a shower. Opening the piece of paper as quickly as she could, Sawyer began reading over the contents. Well, content since Derek used a whole sheet of paper for just one word.

TONIGHT

Now, Sawyer's not stupid, but what the holy hell was that supposed to mean? Did Derek think she was some type of Sherlock Holmes chick? She couldn't really understand what he meant by tonight. Did he want to meet tonight? Was something happening tonight? Was someone in danger tonight? Was Derek going to do something to Peter tonight? Was Peter going to do something to her tonight? Really, she kind of needed more context to go off of, because one word wasn't really doing it for her. Regardless, she would keep her guard up in case anything was to happen.

"Sawyer!" Her mother called from the kitchen, "Come help me with this pie!"

"Coming mom!" She yelled back and quickly made her into the kitchen to help her mother with the pie.

Stiles was famished. He had only eaten a couple of snacks throughout the day; between the Adderall suppressing his appetite and all of the supernatural occurrences. He had forgotten that the human body actually needs food to run. Sliding in the kitchen and throwing open the fridge he searched for anything that he could use to nourish his body, because wow, he was hungry. Though he frowned when he saw that there was nothing really there for him to eat. Only a few sparing things that didn't look all that ripe, however, he did spot the half-gallon of milk and he knew that they still had cereal. Shrugging his shoulders, Stiles reached into the fridge and grabbed the milk. The cereal will do.

He then took notice of the date of the half-gallon and frowned. It was only three days passed, and it still sloshed around like milk. Unscrewing the cap, he took a sniff; it still smelled like milk. He then put the carton up to his lips and took a large chug. He smacked his lips as he swallowed, yup still tasted like milk.

Pleased that the milk was still drinkable he was about to get the cereal from his room when he heard a large sigh. Turning around Stiles saw his dad sitting at the dinner table, a mountain of papers and files surrounding him, as he sifted through all of them. Frowning Stiles took a few steps forward, "Hey dad," he said, "Whatcha doing?"

"Work." His dad said not even looking up from the mountain of notes.

Stiles then grinned and moved closer, trying to get a peek and what his dad was looking at, "Anything I can help with?" He asked as if he was a small child.

His dad turned a page, "You know if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice."

Stiles quickly replaced the half-gallon of milk in his hand for a bottle of whiskey. Picking up an empty cup Stiles walked over to his father and sat down in the seat next to him, setting the cup and bottle on the table. "Any leads?" He asked, reaching for a paper.

His father smacked his hand, "Hey," He then shook his pen in Stiles' face, "You know I can't discuss that with you."

Stiles looked wistfully at the files, so desperate to find something out, as he unscrewed the bottle of whiskey. "Not too much." His father said and Stiles poured a little into the glass. He then looked at the files again, then to his father, and back to the bottle of whiskey. It was like a light bulb went off in his head. He carefully made sure his father didn't notice him filling the glass cup up the brim before handing it to him. Stiles watched, with a small grin, as his favor downed the entire glass of whiskey like it was apple juice.

"You know this would be a Hale of a lot…" His father paused, "Hale of a lot? What am I talking about?"

"You mean a hell of a lot?" Stiles suggested while he leaned in closer to his father.

"Hell, yes." His father then gave him a thumbs-up, which Stiles gleefully returned as he realized his plan was working. He watched as his father reached for piece of paper, a photocopy of a statement, and glared at it like it had wronged him personally. "This would all make a hell of a lot of sense if I had a recent picture of Kate Argent."

"You mean you don't have a picture of her?" Stiles asked, surprised that his dad couldn't find anything.

His dad only shook his head, "Nope, nothing, she just disappears like a ghost." He then looked at all of the files surrounding him, "God, I know it's all connected but none of this makes sense. I mean the bus driver that was killed, he was the insurance guy that covered the Hale house fire. The video store clerk that had his throat slashed; arson."

"The two guys that were killed?"

"Had priors all over the place, but mainly for…"

"Arson." Stiles had cut him off before he could say anything else, "So maybe they did have something to do with the fire."

His dad pointed a finger at him and held in a burp, "They did, we know that unfortunately, the only solid proof that we had against them body showed up last night." His dad ran his fingers through his hair, "And the only other evidence we have is what Lydia Martin and Cassidy Rhodes gave us."

Stiles perked up at the mention of Lydia Martin, "I'm sorry, what?" He asked, "Did you just say, Lydia Martin?"

His dad waved a hand through the air, "Yeah, she had found a statement from Mr. Harris a few days back, explaining that a woman came into a bar against him a bunch of questions about the fire. A woman, who was described exactly like Kate Argent."

"Wait why was Lydia looking into this?" he wondered.

His dad shook his head, "No, I shouldn't even be telling you any of this information."

Stiles took the whiskey bottle, poured more into the glass, and pushed it towards his father, "Here, have some more."

"No, I really shouldn't." Though he looked like he really wanted to drink it.

"Come on dad, you work hard, you deserve some time to relax and unwind." He pushed the glass a little closer, "To let all those worries melt away."

His dad stared at the glass, then smiled, and shrugged his shoulders, "Aww, what the hell?" He said to himself and proceeded to knock back another full glass of whiskey. "Anyway, what were we talking about again?"

"Lydia Martin."

His father snapped his fingers, "Right, anyway Lydia figured it out and came to us about it. We didn't really believe her, well, until I saw the neckless that Allison was wearing the other night. It was the same one that was described by Mr. Harris in the statement." He then sighed, "There's still one thing that I'm scratching my head about though."

Stiles leaned forward, "What's that?"

"The motive? Cassidy Rhodes said that Derek Hale had told him about some rivalry between the Hales and the Argents, but…" He trailed off.

"But what?" Stiles asked, concerned as to where this was going.

His dad scratched his head, "There's no evidence of it. I've looked through every town event within the past twenty years and nothing popped up." His dad then tossed a couple of papers aside and came up with an old newspaper clipping. "This is the only thing that we could find." He said handing Stiles the clipping.

Stiles took it and read the headline out loud, "' Beloved Member of the Community Dies in Hunting Accident." He then began reading the article, "' Luca Hale, a pillar of the community, tragically died this weekend after a hunting accident. Hale had been in the woods without the proper gear when some hunters mistook him for a deer. The Hale family would ask that you send all gifts to the funeral home." Stiles looked back up at his dad, "You're thinking it wasn't an accident."

"The evidence says no, but my gut…my gut says yeah, I think it was an assassination."

Stile stared down at the photo of the Hale family that had been posted in the paper. It was a family photo that someone must have sent in to be published. He easily spotted Derek, who had been clinging to his mother's leg, with his signature scowl. Wow, even as a child Derek never looked happy. He let his eye roam over the photo and stopped when he spotted to familiar figures. "Hey, is that Blake Rhodes?" He asked his father, shifting closer to him and pointing out the woman.

His father squinted his eyes and put on his glasses, "Oh, yeah, she was a close friend to the family. She spent a lot of time with them when her parents were out of town."

"Who's that she's next to?" He asked, pointing to the young male.

"I think that's Peter Hale, Talia's younger brother." His dad leaned back against the chair, "Those two were always close. You would rarely see one without the other around, or in the background somewhere. And when they were together it was always bickering with them; I swear they bickered more than an old married couple."

Something clicked in the back of Stiles' mind. A thought that made his throat practically close up, a thought made his heart beat a little faster. Swallowing the lump in his throat Stiles pressed on, "Were they ever together, romantically?"

His father scoffed, "I don't know, probably, all I know is that they were close."

Stiles thought back to how Peter looked, how he looked standing next to Sawyer. He thought back to all the actions that Peter had done. Why he was so different with Sawyer than he was with Scott. Why he always got confused at how in sync Sawyer and Derek could be. The realization of the truth hit him like a bucket of cold water.

Standing up quickly he looked to his dad, "it's been a nice chat dad, but I-ah-I remembered that Scott and I have this project due soon. So, yeah, goodnight."

He barely listened to his father ramble off a half-slurred goodnight as he raced back up to his room. Throwing open his door he made a beeline to his bed and began searching for his phone. He could not find anywhere in the covers. In frustration and slight panic, Stiles just tore off the covers of his bed and began to shake them until he heard a loud thump on the floor. He scrambled for his phone and quickly dialed Scott's number praying that he would pick. He nearly leaped for joy when he heard Scott's voice on the other end.

"Scott, buddy, you're never gonna believe what I just figured out."

Sawyer wanted to say that the dinner was going off without a hitch, however, that was not the case. In fact, it was going horribly wrong and everyone was being incredibly awkward with each other. The worst part of it all? Scott was an hour later after he had promised his mother he would be there on time. So now they were all sitting at the kitchen table, sans Scott, pushing around their food unsure of what to say. Her mother had tried to make friendly conversation and it had worked for all little, but they were all unsure of what to say around each other.

Melissa had tried to engage in the conversation that her mother offered. She asked Cassidy a couple of questions, Sawyer, too, and they both answer politely. However, Melissa's eyes would always drift over to the empty chair where Scott was supposed to be. Sawyer could see that Melissa was embarrassed and slightly upset that Scott wasn't there. After all, the whole dinner was supposed to be for them, it was a little rude for Scott not to show up to his own dinner party.

"This pie is delicious," Melissa said before scooping another bite into her mouth.

Her mom smiled softly, "Thank you," She said and pushed around her food, "Your chicken was also good."

Melissa smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, "I'm sorry about Scott," She apologized, "He said he would be here."

Her mom offered her a kind smile, "I'm sure something important came up."

Sawyer swallowed harshly and grabbed her cup, taking a deep gulp from it. She didn't even want to guess what could have possibly come up with Scott. For all, she knew he could be running around with Stiles or plotting Peter's demise.

Peter, that was a thought she didn't allow herself to have. It didn't truly occur to her that she was most likely going to have to kill her father. The one person that she had wanted more than anything in her life and now she was going to have to get rid of him. She couldn't keep letting him run around hurting people, hurting her friends, but at the same time, she didn't want to let him go. Sawyer wanted to get to know him because he acted differently with her.

NO! she told herself, it doesn't matter how he is with you he's still a bad person.

He was a bad person, she kept telling herself. It was becoming a new mantra in her head and the more she said it, the more her stomach sunk. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she reminded herself of all his bad deeds. Sawyer was always brought back to the fact that maybe she would be able to have a relationship with Peter. Maybe he would change because of her, he had already altered his plans for revenge because of her. Maybe she would be able to get him to drop it completely if she tried hard enough.

"Excuse me, but I'm not feeling well." Sawyer said and pushed her plate back as she stood up. All of the occupants of the table looked at her but she could not care. The feeling of overwhelming dread that came at her with the thought of killing her own father made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't do this, she couldn't do it, she had to do it though, she had to.

Sawyer slammed her bedroom door shut and fell against the door as she felt a sob escape her mouth. She could feel her heart drop and her entire body shook as she ugly sobbed. She wasn't ready, she wasn't ready for any of this, it was too much. She wanted to have a relationship with Peter, but she needed to kill him. She needed to stop him; for Scott, Cassidy, Lydia, Allison, and Stiles. She needed to stop him before he killed all of them.

Sawyer made her hands into fists and extended her claws, letting them dig into the palms of her hands. The pain hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her heart, but the pain was also a welcomed distraction. She pushed harder, feeling the blood trickling down her hands, the pain letting her calm herself down a little.

She then felt the rush of air from an open window and Sawyer opened her eyes in confusion. She always left her window shut. As she looked at the person sitting on her bed however, she could see why it was open. "How long have you been sitting there?" She asked Peter as she retracted her claws from the palms of her hands.

He frowned as he glanced at her bloody palms. He didn't answer her, instead, he just got up from his seat and walked over to her. He sat down next to her and Sawyer swallowed as Peter reached out for her hands. He took her palms into his hands and she watched as the black lines began swirling from her hands to his. She watched as the pain from her hands died down when the skin of her palms knitted back together. Even when they were healed, he cradled her hands in his, like she was a child; which made the thought of killing him even worse.

She began crying again and Sawyer did something very out of character. She launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a bone-crushing hug. He didn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around her, clutching her close to her chest. Then for a moment, she thought smelled tears coming from him.

"I should have never let you go." He whispered.

A sharp, piercing, pain erupted in her neck followed by darkness.

"You're telling me that Sawyer's father…is Peter?" Scott asked, his brown eyes wide and filled with multiple emotions. Confusion being the main one.

Stiles resisted the urge to groan, this was the third time that he had explained the story to Scott. "Peter and Miss Rhodes were together when they were younger. They apparently spent a lot of time together."

"Obviously if they have a daughter!" Scott exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair, "Doesn't this car go any faster?"

"Dude, you know that if I go over sixty-five, Roscoe starts having some performance issues." Stiles glanced over to his worrying best friend, "Dude, I'm sure that Sawyer is going to be fine."

A phone started ringing and Scott dug around his pocket before pulling it out. He furrowed his brow at the caller ID, "It's Derek." He told him.

"Well answer it." Stiles urged him.

Scott looked like he was going to be sick but, thankfully, he answered the phone. Stiles could see Scott's emotions shift and it was times like these that he wished he had super hearing. If he could just hear what's happening at the other end of the phone then maybe he wouldn't always have to create four different backup plans.

Well, whatever the conversation was, it wasn't long. Scott hung up the phone and turned to Stiles a grim expression on his face.

"What?" He asked as dread filled him, "You look like you're about to tell me something really bad happened." Scott gulped and Stiles swore, "Something bad happened didn't it?"

"Peter took Sawyer."

The sheer words of that sentence caused Stiles to hit his brakes pull up to the side of the road. Had there been any cars in front of him, of behind him, he would have surely caused an accident. However, Beacon Hills' traffic was not his concern. No, Beacon Hills traffic could burn for all he cared.

Stiles got out of his car, ignoring Scott's questioning, and began screaming incoherently at the sky. There was swearing, a few wild punches aimed at thin air, and quite a few colorful insults as he jammed his middle fingers up to the sky. His face had turned red and Stiles could quite literally feel his blood boil right underneath his skin. Just once, FUCKING ONCE, he wanted the Universe to work in his favor! It wasn't a tall order, no he didn't think so, he just wanted one THING to go his way.

Once he was done with his ranting session he went back to his car and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was silent, as was Scott who was now looking at him oddly, and Stiles panted as he tried to catch his breath.

"You, umm, you okay Stiles?" Scott asked with slight caution.

Stiles nodded his head and turned his car back on, "I'm fine, I'm good now," He told his best friend, "I just needed to get that out."

Scott through his hands up into the air, "Alright, not even going to question it." Stiles was thankful that he wasn't. "Derek said he would meet us tonight."

"You think he knows about Sawyer?"

Scott bit his lip and shook his head, "I don't know, but if he does, then my bet is that he's going to want to save her. I mean…" He trailed off, "If Peter is Sawyer's father, then that means Derek is her cousin."

"Yeah, and the only family that he has left that isn't psychotic."

Scott made a noise of agreement and swallowed hard. This was, again, a time that Stiles wished he had some sort of mind-reading powers. He would love to know what Scott was thinking about; what was going through his mind. He loved his best friend, but sometimes he didn't make the best of plans when it came to decision making. Then again, neither did he for that matter.

"Do you think she knew?" Scott asked him and Stiles gave him a look of confusion. "Sawyer," He elaborated more, "Do you think she knew about Peter? This entire time?"

"The entire time? No. Does she know now…" He shrugged, "I mean, I would like to think she would have told us, but I don't know man. You know Sawyer, she's not exactly someone that opens up about things, especially when it has to do with her emotions."

Scott nodded, "Yeah, I know."

The rest of the car ride was silent after that. However, it wasn't long until they arrived at Scott's house, both of them let out a sigh of relief when they saw that his mother's car was still there. Stiles saw Scott smile when he noticed that the lights were on in his house. Well, at least the Universe gave them one thing tonight; the protection of Melissa McCall.

"She's inside," Scott said in relief but his smile quickly faded away from his face, "And she's crying."

"What?" He asked quickly, "Why would she be crying?"

Scott leaned his head towards the house, a sign Stiles knew as him using his werewolf hearing. He listened closely, his eye misting over as he listened to his mother. "I think…" He swallowed a lump in his throat, "I think she's crying about me?"

"Why would she cry about you?"

Scott looked deep in thought for a couple of moments before groaning and slamming a hand against his head. "Oh shit, I completely forgot, I was supposed to show up for a dinner party tonight." Scott grabbed a bit of his hair and looked like he was tempted to pull at it, "I promised her I would be there tonight and I completely forgot about it."

Stiles, taking pity of his friend, patted him on the shoulder, "I'm sure she'll understand once you tell her that something came up."

Scott sighed, "I don't know man, this dinner party seemed really important to her. She was really looking forward to it."

Stiles checked the time on his radio and grimaced. It was getting close to the time that Derek had planned. Stiles knew they couldn't waste any more time than they already had; there was no telling what Peter's plan was with Sawyer. They also had no idea where Kate Argent was and the thought of her wild and running around while very angry sent shivers down his back.

His friend was sad though and a sad Scott was not going to get them anywhere. "Go," Stiles told him gesturing to the house as he did so.

"What?" Scott looked at him in confusion.

"I said go, go talk to your mom, give her some excuse, I'll talk to Derek."

"But Stiles…" He trailed off.

Stiles didn't let him finish, "Look, all of this is important, I know, but keeping your relationship with your mom? That's even more important." He frowned as the image of his own mother popped into his mind. Her smile, her laugh, how she read to him almost every single night until he was ten years old. He remembered her when she was healthy and so full of life. Then when she was sick, and could hardly stay awake. He would give anything though, to have some of those moments back and relive them. To spend just one more day with her.

"Go, Scott, before it's too late."

Scott looked conflicted for a moment but ultimately listened to him. Stiles watched with an aching heart as Scott went to talk to his mom, secretly wishing that it was him instead.

Once again the chapter was getting too long so I decided to split it. BUT, we are in the endgame now, the end of the season is coming near and I promise that I will try and write more so I can get it out faster.

Leave any comments or theories if you like, I always enjoy reading them.

See you all in 2020!