So, we're almost to the end of this story and then on to the sequel! Which is exciting because I can't wait to get into season 2. Also, I hope you like what I did with Allison's character and the changes I made with her. Anyway, I don't own Teen Wolf, nor it's plot, only my OC's. I hope you all like this chapter and feel free to drop a comment.
Blake watched over Sawyer as she lied down on the small, metal, operating table. The boy, Jackson is she remembers, brought her into the clinic thirty minutes ago. Panting and wheezing, he could barely keep himself upright, but regardless he made sure that she didn't hit the ground. Her and Deaton had rushed to action and he carried her back to the operating room where he checked over her injuries.
"She'll be fine, Blake," Deaton reminded her again as he washed his hands from Scott's impromptu surgery.
"I've seen what can happen to betas if an alpha does it too many times." She growled and she shot a glare to the older man, "This has to be the third time, at least, that it's happened to her." She stroked a piece of stray blonde hair back, "What if she doesn't wake up this time? What if she does wake up but she's not herself anymore, but just a shell of herself?"
"Peter wouldn't do that to her." Deaton argued.
Blake scoffed, "He already has." She snapped back then held up two fingers, "Twice."
Deaton gave her a soft, pitying, look, "Blake, I know this is hard for you and remembering Peter might be a little confusing for you. But I can tell you with complete confidence that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her." He walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "She just needs a little time to rest is all." She gave him a grateful smile which he gladly returned, "Now, come, I need help with Scott."
"I don't see what you need help with, you already stitched him up." She gestured to the unconscious boy, who was still lying on the other operating table.
"I was talking about his friend," Deaton said, "He won't stop talking and quite honestly it's driving me insane. I hope that hearing from you that Scott will be fine will hopefully calm him down."
Stiles, she remembers now, he was waiting in the kennel portion of the vet office awaiting news. Deaton had placed him back there with a dog in his lap hoping that it would calm him down. Guessing by what Deaton was asking her to do, the therapy dog didn't work. Blake herself had placed Jackson in the front waiting area hoping that he could entertain himself. At first, she thought he was staying because he cared for Sawyer's wellbeing. That thought was thrown out the window, however, when he asked her if she could call him a cab or "something" as he put it. It dawned on her that the only reason Jackson was still at the clinic is that he had no real way of getting home.
"I'll see what I can do." She said quietly and made her way into the backroom.
Stiles was there, in the company of an energetic puppy, but she had never seen the teen boy look more depressed. She walked forward, signaling to him that she was in the room and his face perked up. He rushed to his feet, nearly tripping over the puppy in the process, and gave her an anxious look. "Scott," He asked and swallowed thickly, "Is he okay? Did something happen?"
"Stiles," She said calmly and held her hands up, "Scott's going to be just fine. Trust me he's in good hands, Deaton's been at this for a long time."
Stiles shook his head as if he was trying to convince himself to believe her words. "I didn't think I was going to make it out of there alive." He shook his head and wiped away stay tears with the ends of his sweatshirt, "I thought for sure I was going to die back there, but I thought, that if I died, at least Scott would live." He sniffed, "Then I heard that shot and I saw blood starting to spread and I thought, for a moment, just a moment, that the world had ended. That time had stopped and we had somehow entered a universe where Scott wasn't going to be there." He gave her a look that practically broke her heart, "I've already lost so much, I don't think I can handle losing more."
Blake understood that feeling. God, she understood that feeling so much that it hurt her to see it in a teenager. When her grandparents died, she thought she would be okay because she had the Hale family. Then she lost Luca and that took a piece of her. His death hurt the most out of anyone because he was the one who understood her the most. He was like an older brother to her, family in all but name, and when he died a little piece of her did as well. Even her parent's death didn't hurt as much as losing Luca Hale. After his death, she thought that that was it. Any more and she would completely lose herself along with her mind.
Then Talia took her memories away, along with the rest of her support system and she truly did lose herself.
"It will be fine," She reassured him, "Even if everything seems like Hell, and you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, remember that everything ends eventually."
Stiles smiled and nodded his head, "Thanks," he told her, "I really needed that."
The jingle of the door alarm went off signaling to her that someone had entered. Which shouldn't happen considering that the CLOSED sign was hanging up on the door. "Stay here," She told Stiles had slowly made her way out from the back and behind of the desk where Deaton was standing.
Her heart stuttered once she realized who had walked through the door.
Now, Blake liked to think that she was a relatively chill person in life. She didn't really yell a lot, she wasn't that big on conflict, however when she saw Peter smirking in the doorway? Blake felt pure, utter, rage coursing through her veins. She felt like chucking every possible thing at him, she felt murdering him, cussing and screaming him out, she felt like taking out all of her rages on him and him alone. And when their eyes meant, she could tell that he knew that too. He knew that she wanted to bury him in a shallow grave.
"We're closed," Deaton said calmly, a trait that she was starting to envy in the older man.
"Hi there," Peter said calmly, "I'm here to pick up."
Jackson, who was sitting in his chair, was trying his best to blend into the wall. If she wasn't so mad at the very presence of Peter, she would have laughed. There was something funny about Jackson, who was very physically fit and tough-looking, trying his best to make himself invisible. She hadn't known the boy that long, but invisible was not a word she would use to describe him.
"I don't remember you dropping off."
"Oh," Peter shrugged his shoulders, "This one managed to wandered in on its own." Peter then turned his attention to Jackson, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "This one brought in another of mine."
"Well, even if you did, I'm afraid I can't help you like I said we're closed." Deaton's voice was still calm but there was an underlying bite there. A hidden threat in his words, something that even scared her, and she had known the man for a long time.
Peter walked closer to the counter, "Well, I think you can make an exception just this once." He titled his head to the side and smiled. Her heart fluttered and Blake wanted to tear it out and call it a traitor. "Besides, what about him?" He inquired while pointing to Jackson without even looking.
"He came in before we closed," Blake replied, "In fact, I think it's just about time for him to go, Jackson!" She called his name loudly and he flinched before making his way up to her.
He placed his hands awkwardly into his hoodie pockets and shifted his feet as he stood beside Peter. "Umm," His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Your dog is ready if you can just follow me to the back." She told him in a very, obviously, fake voice.
"What?" He asked in pure confusion.
Blake glared at him and motioned for him to follow her, "Your dog, the one you brought in earlier before we were closed, it is ready to go home." He looked utterly lost as to what she was saying but she wasn't going to really give him the chance to figure it out. Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, Blake yanked him across the open space of the counter and lead him into the back, away from Peter and Deaton.
Making it back into the surgery room, she saw that Scott was huddled in a corner looking honestly scared. The bandage on his side was bright red, telling her that he had reopened the wound; later, she told herself, that was a problem for later. "Phone," She demanded of Jackson, this time he obeyed her from the one of her voice. She quickly inputs her number and sent a quick text to herself. Pulling out her own phone she sent him back a text.
Take my car keys and get Sawyer back to my house
"Are you sure?" He asked like he was questioning her decision making.
She nodded her head, "I'm very sure."
"How?"
She quickly typed into her phone. Out the back entrance.
He sighed and pocketed his phone away. She could tell he was reluctant to do it but there was something about him that told her he would do it regardless. Yeah, from what she had gathered, Jackson was an ass but most teenage boys are. She sure that he would grow out of it and become a little more of a likable person.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He mumbled to himself before leaving through the back door, into the room where Sawyer was. Blake did all she could to hold back the tears in her eyes, she knew what Deaton had said, that Sawyer was going to be okay, but she worried still. She knew that there was still the possibility that something could go wrong.
Shoving down all of the worries she felt for her child, Blake made her way back to where Deaton was. Peter was about to exit but she knew that she needed to give Jackson some time to getaway. "Peter," She called out to him, "We need to talk."
His face softened slightly and she couldn't tell if his smile was real or not, "Of course."
Blake turned to Deaton, "Go, I'll be fine," She told him and when he hesitated to move, she reassured him again, "He won't hurt me." She said to him. He nodded his head and gave her arm a slight squeeze; telling her that if she needed anything, he would be there for her. She just hoped that it wouldn't come to that.
"I thought you would have colder feelings towards the good doctor, all things considering." Peter teased her as if this situation wasn't a serious one.
Blake was not having it, "Do you know how dangerous it was for you to do that to her?" She spat at him, "One slip of a claw and she could have been catatonic! You of all people should know how that feels!"
"I needed to talk to her without any interruption, tell my side of the story," He leaned against the counter, "Now, tell me, do you honestly think Sawyer would have just come with me?"
No, she thought, she wouldn't have, she's too smart for that. "So, instead of just talking to her, or convincing her, you kidnap her and risk her life? Twice?!"
"I knew what I was doing," He told her sternly, trying to calm her down, "You know that I wouldn't do anything to actually harm her."
Blake let out a humorless chuckle, "You see you say that," She pointed a finger at him, "But all your actions show otherwise." She took a deep breath and reminded herself of the circumstances. Of what Peter wanted and she couldn't fault him there. He wanted his life back, he wanted his family back, but… "Peter, I know what you want," She told him, "But that life is over now. We're different people now, and, to be honest, I don't even know if you're the same person anymore."
He looked at her with desperation, "But I can be." He told her eagerly and placed a hand over hers, "Blake, after all of this is done, after I kill Kate, I can be him again. We can take Sawyer, and, and, Cassidy too, and we can move away from here. Get far away from here and this stupid town! We can be a family again!" He sounded so hopeful in the way he talked.
She wanted to believe him, oh how she wanted too, but she shook her head and pulled her hand back from his. "I want that, God, do I want that. But, Peter, after everything do you really believe that?" Her breath stuttered as it left her body waiting for a reaction. It hurt her to say the words but they had to be said. She wanted that life with him too, just not like this, not built on the blood on someone else's death.
Peter's eyes went through a whole range of emotions. There was sadness, then anger, frustration, but the thing that scared her the most was how empty they looked afterward. "Fine," He told her as he straightened his posture, "I guess I'll just have to convince you then." He turned around and Blake got a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Where are you going?"
He did even turn around to reply to her, "I have to work to do." He said coldly and the words sent a shiver down her spine.
The next time Sawyer woke up, it was into the early hours of the morning. She groaned and rubbed the back of her neck where she felt a light scab from where Peter had dug his claws into her. She looked around her surroundings and was confused as she saw that she was lying on her couch. However, that's not what confused her the most. What confused her the most was seeing Jackson eating some of her mother's pie as he explained an episode of Gossip Girl to her brother.
"You see, that's Blaire, we like her." Jackson said pointed to the screen.
Cassidy nodded his head, "What about Chuck? Do we like him?"
Jackson shrugged, "Ehh, it's hit or miss with him in the earlier seasons."
Sawyer frowned at the interactions, "Am I in Hell?" She asked seriously.
Cassidy jumped and a bright smile spread across his face, "Sawyer, you're awake!" He exclaimed and rushed forward to hug her.
"I think so," She said as she returned his hug, "Though I don't know considering that you're here." She to Jackson with a bit of disdain and confusion.
Jackson snorted and swallowed another piece of the pie, "Your mom practically threatened me to take you home." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, "You're welcome by the way, for lugging your ass halfway across town. Twice."
"Thanks." She said not so thankfully as she sat up, "Why are you still here?"
"I don't have a car, it's almost one in the morning, and this pie is delicious." He held up the paper plate. He leaned back and took another huge bite, "Your mom is my ride home but she hasn't come back from whatever," He waved his free hand in the air flamboyantly, "she's doing."
Sawyer forced herself to sit up and held in a groan from the pain that radiated from her neck, "Aren't your parents worried about you?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I already told them that I was staying at Danny's tonight."
"So, you're just going to hang out here? Until what, tomorrow, or until my mom comes home?" She asked somewhat angrily.
He nodded his head, "Pretty much." He confirmed.
Sawyer closed her eyes and reframed herself from saying something she would later regret. Today was just not her day; it was probably one of the worst days that she had ever had in her entire life. She was so stupid to go with Peter. She was stupid to think that maybe, maybe, there was a part of him that would give up his little revenge quest for her. That feeling was quickly stomped out of her when she saw the look in his eyes at the Hale house. He wasn't going to give this up. Ever.
Taking her thoughts away from Peter, Sawyer turned her attention back to Jackson. "So," She said and paused for a moment, "Where is my mom again?"
Jackson cleared his throat and placed his paper plate on the side table. "Not sure, she wasn't exactly clear, all she told me was that she would text me when she was coming back."
Sawyer blinked a few times, wrapping her head around the words that just came out of Jackson's mouth. "Wait, my mom gave you her phone number?"
"Yeah, the situation kind of called for it." That was his answer to that and didn't elaborate anymore, "So, now, I don't mean to actually seem like I care about your whole family situation, but can you maybe explain to me what the hell is going on?" He asked, "I mean I get that you're a werewolf, that Derek is a werewolf, Scott is one as well, but what does Allison have to do with this? And how does her family fit into all of this?"
Sawyer let out a large sigh, "It's a long story." She elaborated.
Jackson rolled his eyes, "How long can it possibly be?"
It was Cassidy who answered his question, "How long you got?"
Kate loved to talk; Allison had found out. There was something about torturing people that really brought out the conversationalist in her aunt. It wasn't even torture talk or malicious evil talk, it was the type of talk that you would hear from a soccer mom who had too much wine at dinner. She went on and on about herself and all these different hunting stories. It was just…God, they're no words to describe how utterly annoyed/bored she was right now.
Which is odd considering that Kate brought her here to torture Derek and the only really getting tortured is her. She wonders if maybe this a tactic for interrogation; to probe Derek into opening up about his plans. Then, like a snake, she would attack at the right moment and break him. However, as Allison glanced up to Derek from her seat, Kate wasn't doing a very good job as she's pretty sure Derek was asleep. Allison couldn't blame him, if Kate told one more story about the glory days, she's pretty sure she would fall asleep as well.
Things then took a turn for the weird, or, weirder?
Allison watched as her aunt made her way over to Derek, cupping his chin, forcing him to look at her. There was a slightly creepy undertone in the way her aunt touched Derek, something that was a little too predatorial for her liking. Then again, this torture thing was not to her liking and she's pretty sure her father is going crazy right now wondering where she is.
"Come on, Derek," Kate purred mockingly, "Why don't you smile some more?" She chuckled darkly, "I bet you get that all the time, and I bet you just want to punch them in the face."
"I can think of one." Derek responded lowly while giving Kate the biggest, most menacing, glare that Allison has ever seen on a person.
"Promise?" Kate answered flirtatiously.
This time Allison didn't hold back the look she gave Kate. She knew her aunt was always a bit of a flirt but this was a whole other level of creep. Allison didn't want to assume anything about her aunt (honestly, at this point, nothing would surprise her about Kate), but Allison was getting the vibe that her aunt took a little too much pleasure out of giving Derek pain.
"Cause if I knew you would be that much fun…I'll let you go."
Ahhh, there it was, Kate had finally arrived at her final tactic. She was trying to bribe Derek into giving up who the other beta werewolf was. Derek could buy his freedom with only the low price of giving up someone else, and possibly being responsible for their ultimate demise.
Kate let out a bored sigh and walked over to the table that held Derek's things. She picked up his phone, inspecting it with keen interest, "Allison," Kate called out her name and she perked up, "How about you do me a favor and do all this detective stuff for me." Kate tossed her then phone and Allison barely managed to catch it in time.
"What do you want me to look for?" She asked.
Kate rolled her eyes, "Anything that could give us information about the other beta." Her eyes flickered over to Derek, "He's obviously protecting them for a reason and I just want to know why?"
"Are you going to torture me or are you just going to talk me to death?" Derek snapped and Allison wanted to get up from her seat screaming THANK YOU as she clapped her hands very loudly. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that, as she had to keep Kate thinking that she was on her side. Which also meant going through Derek's, not password protected, phone.
There wasn't much on Derek's phone, which hadn't surprised her, but Allison did see a bunch of unread messages. Now, Allison will give Derek this, he was clever in that he hadn't labeled anyone in his contacts. It was just a bunch of phone numbers, lists of them, some had stars while others didn't. To Kate, it would mean nothing, a dead-end because she didn't have a name. To her, however, it was different because she knew two of those stared numbers.
The one was in her phone labeled as Sawyer. The other was Scott's name with a heart emoji attached to it.
It took everything in her not to drop the phone onto the ground. There would only be one reason that Scott's, and Sawyer's, numbers would be on his phone. A fact that she feels stupid about not seeing earlier because it was so obvious. Like, so mindboggling obvious that she wants to slam her head against the wall at her stupidity. It also meant that now she really couldn't let Kate get her hands on those names.
Because, even though she was mad at Scott, she didn't want to kill him.
Allison was snapped out of her panic by Kate uttering words she had never thought she would hear. "No, actually, I was thinking about all that hot, crazy, sex we had."
What. The. Fuck.
"But the fire thing, yeah, that was fun too." Kate giggled, full-on giggled, as Derek lunged forward roaring at her.
"Remember this?" Kate asked as she proceeded to up the creep to eleven by licking Derek's abs.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
"Oh, sweetie, I really don't want to torture you," The door slid open revealing a very unfriendly looking man, "but he does." The man cracked his knuckles as if he was trying to prove that point further. "Allison," Kate then turned towards her, "Do me a favor and stay here in case our friend says anything."
What. In. The. Actual. FUCK!
This was not how she had planned on her day going. She had not intended, nor was she going to, stay and watch Derek as he was torture. Nor did she want him to be tortured as well, because, you know, she has morals and all that. She had to be quick on her feet and think about how she could get her and Derek out of this.
Her hand went to the pocket knife in her jacket, but her hand shook, no she couldn't do it. She watched as the man-made his way over to a table and whistled a song as he prepared his tools. Okay, her heart was really starting to race and she was running out of time. Think, she yelled to herself, think damn you! Her eyes then went to some of the torture devices and she almost let out a sound of glee when she recognized one of them.
It was a Taser, something that she could use and would be nonlethal. Now, how could she possibly get her hands on it?
"Hey," She called out to the man and stood up from her chair, doing her best to look interested and not disgusted. "Do you mind if I go first, I mean, after all, his grudge is between me and my family."
The man shrugged his shoulders and gave her a gentle smile, "I don't see why not. It's always good to start young, build up a stomach for this kind of thing."
Allison gave him a dazzling smile as she dries heaved on the inside, "Wonderful."
Walking over to the table of torture devices Allison does her best to look at everything with mild interest. She even goes as far as touching a few knives and what she's pretty sure are poisons. "How long have you known, Kate?" Allison asks the man, trying to make light conversation to distract him.
"Years now, I've worked with your family for a long time."
Allison peered over her shoulder, "Does she have a favorite?" She asks playfully.
The man smiles and points out a very complicated-looking device that came straight from a Saw movie. "Though," He adds in, "That's for more advance practitioners, for beginners, I recommend something simple."
Bingo.
Allison picks up the taser, "Something like this?" She adds in a little head tilt as she asks him.
The man smiles proudly at her, showing off his grossly white teeth. "Perfect."
Allison presses the button and watches as blue volts of electricity were created. Her eyes widened and it took everything in her not to jump at the volts. So, it was definitely a higher voltage than the ones that cops used. She is also pretty sure that this device is illegal in several states. Not for the first time today, Allison wonders if it was her father who supplied this weapon.
Taking a deep breath, readying herself, Allison took a few steps forward. Her eyes met Derek's and boy was he looking mad. The glare he was giving her now was nothing compared to the one he had given Kate earlier. It almost made her stop what she was doing, second-guessing if saving him was the right thing to do? No, it was the right thing to do. She was doing the right thing by saving him.
"I've never done this before." She said while looking at Derek, hoping the man would come a little closer to her.
She smiled when she heard his footsteps come closer, his form arriving at the corner of her eyes. "It's a little nerve-wracking of course, it always is for first-timers, but it gets easier each time afterward." Then took a few steps closer to Derek, leaving her only a couple of steps behind him.
"Oh, I hope so." She mumbled quickly then pressed the button on the taser. She lunged towards the man, jamming the metal prongs of the taser into the man's back. She held it there as the man started convulsing and didn't stop until he fell to the ground, with his eyes closed, and his body still twitching.
A rush of adrenalin washed through her and Allison couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself. She was able to take the man down no problem. The amount of power she felt while being able to do that was intoxicating. She could understand why people seek out that type of power, why they ruin lives over it. There was no better feeling in the world than the one she had just experienced.
Remembering what she was planning on doing, Allison took out her pocket knife and rushed over to Derek. He was cautious of her, but ultimately, when she began cutting his bindings, she could see his face turn into a mixture of confusion and gratefulness. When the last rope was cut, and all his tubing was removed, Derek fell to the floor and slowly picked himself up.
Then it was just them. Standing there in utter silence, in the middle of an underground torture chamber, with an unconscious body between them, staring at each other.
"So," She began, "You and my aunt."
Derek sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah that was a long time ago."
"Aren't you twenty-one?"
"Yeah."
"And wasn't that house fire, like, six years ago."
"Yeah." He said this time as if he was ashamed of the fact.
"Gross." Was all she said and she wrinkled her nose, "Not only is my aunt a psychotic serial killer, but she's also a pedophile." She shook her head, "Fucking great."
"Could be worse." Derek told her.
Allison lifted an eyebrow, "How?"
"Well, at least you don't have an uncle, whom you thought was catatonic for six years, who then woke up, lured your sister back to the town where your entire family died. Killed said sister to become an Alpha and exact revenge on the people who did kill said family, then try to kill you in the process. Fail at killing you. Try to recruit you. Find out about your uncle's secret, but not really a secret because your memories were taken away by your mother as a child, daughter. Go along with uncle's said plan. Realize that said uncle is fucking insane. Fight the beta that said the uncle had created in order to recruit for said revenge plan. Have that go to shit. Then, ultimately, get kidnapped by the person who is responsible for the death of your whole entire family." He let out a large breath as he finished his ranting.
"You're right, that is worse."
Derek gave her a pointed look, "Yeah." He then looked down at his shirtless body, "Do you think I could have my shirt back?"
"Sawyer, what the fuck happened in the last twenty-four hours, that resulted in you spending time with Jackson?"
Sawyer let out a large sigh and rested her head against her locker, secretly wishing she was small enough to hide in it. "Fuck, I forgot to tell you." She said to herself more than Lydia really, "God, it feels like an entire months' worth of stuff happened last night."
Lydia scoffed, "Exactly, so mind telling me what the hell happened? Because last time I checked you hate Jackson. Now you're having sleepovers with him?"
Sawyer shut her locker and faced Lydia, "Yeah, can we maybe go somewhere where this can't be overheard?"
Lydia's eyes softened, "2nd-floor girls' bathroom?" She suggested.
"The one by the chemistry room?" Sawyer asked.
It was an unspoken rule among the female population of Beacon Hills High that you never use the 2nd-floor bathroom; specifically, the one by the chemistry room. This bathroom was probably the worst of all the bathrooms in the school. The plumbing was always hit or miss, there were a few tiles that had come out from the floor, and the smell of chemicals from the classrooms always lingered in the air. It made one girl pass out freshman year; Erika was her name if Sawyer remembers correctly. The bathroom was now only used in true emergencies or as a small hideout for those who could brave the smell.
As Sawyer felt the wave of chemicals hit her nose, she thought that maybe she couldn't brave the smell. "Fuck, I hate this room."
Lydia grimaced, "Me too, but desperate times." She plopped her bag onto the counter and pursed her lips, "Now, tell me why the hell Amy Fitzpatrick saw Jackson carrying you into your house while she was out for her midnight run and she saw the two of you entering school together this morning?"
"Well, Amy Fitzpatrick needs to learn to keep her thin ass lips shut." Sawyer fired back but when she saw the look that Lydia gave her and she caved, "Well, you see, a lot of shit went down yesterday…" Sawyer then proceeded to tell Lydia everything that happened. From the disaster of dinner to Peter, to Jackson, everything.
It was therapeutic to finally get everything off her chest. Sawyer hadn't realized how much had actually happened to her in such a short amount of time. Every time something came at her she just shoved her feelings down and moved on to the next problem. It wasn't a healthy way of coping, she knew that, but it was all she could do right now. Sawyer was also fully aware that there was a time, probably soon, that she wouldn't be able to shove her feelings down anymore. A time where she was going to snap. It scared her to think about what she could do when that time came.
When she was fully down explaining everything, Lydia went through a roller-coaster of expressions. First, shock, then worry, then sadness, and finally anger. "Of course, he fucking wants to become a werewolf," Lydia growled while practically vibrating with anger, "He always has to be the best at everything; even if it means potentially hurting himself and others, he just has to be number one." She shook her head, "I can't believe I ever dated him."
"Neither can I," Sawyer muttered to herself, "Look," She said gaining Lydia's attention again, "Jackson isn't really the problem, now is he? I mean, he will be, probably in the near future, but right now we need to focus on Kate and Peter." She paused for a moment, "Specifically ways to stop them that don't involve dying and or murder."
She waited, with hands-on her hips, looking expectantly at Lydia. She waited for an answer to come from her friend who was a genius. Lydia, however, was chewing her bottom lip and giving her a pitying look. "Well?" Sawyer asked expectantly.
Lydia let out a great sigh of exasperation, "I don't know Sawyer, I never plotted someone's death/not death before!" She threw her hands up in the air, "Let alone two peoples, and one supernatural at that."
"Well, I mean, what does the journal say? There has to be at least something in there that can help us out with ki-killing an Alpha." She said nearly choking on the word killing and if Lydia noticed she had failed to say anything.
"Sawyer," She asked sassily, "If you were to write a book about yourself, would you honestly include a section on how to get rid of you?"
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "Okay, I get it, stupid question." She leaned her back against the door of the bathroom, "Has Allison said anything?"
Guilt spread across Lydia's face as she slouched her shoulders and leaned against the sinks, "No," she paused, "And it's worrying me. What if she found out that it was me, or worse, Kate tells her the truth?"
Sawyer shook her head, "I mean, it was bound to happen right? You can't be apart of a werewolf hunting family and not learn about werewolves at some point." Sawyer then met Lydia's gaze, "You don't think she would do anything stupid, do you?"
Lydia snorted, "I think that depends."
"On what?"
Lydia lifted one of her perfect eyebrows, "Depends on what you think someone would do when they find out their family member is a psycho-killer."
Sawyer let her head fall back against the door with a loud thump and blew a piece of stray hair out of her face. She breathed out a sigh and with it one word, "Shit."
The mall was a foreign place to her, it was a place that Sawyer often liked to avoid if possible, even back when she was human. However, Lydia had been adamant about getting dresses to the formal, a formal which she had completely forgotten about until Lydia had brought it up, and Sawyer thought that maybe this would be a good away to unwind. She also thought that it would help with keeping an eye on Allison and any…unusual Allison mannerisms. So far, she seemed normal and not homicidal, so Sawyer was going to count that as a plus.
"You know," Allison began as they stepped onto the escalators, "Jackson did something really weird today."
"As opposed to any other day?" Sawyer asked.
Allison chuckled, but the humor did not reach her eyes, "No, well, kind of. It's just, he came up to me this afternoon to clarify that we were going to the dance as friends. He was just all jumpy about it, and well, he looked scared?"
Sawyer nodded her head, "You're right, that does sound like an out-of-the-ordinary Jackson," She turned her head to the strawberry blonde, "Lydia, thoughts?"
"Who knows, don't care," She said quickly and flipped a piece of her hair, "All I know is that I want all of us to look hot…regardless of who we're going with."
Allison bit her lip, "Actually, I'm glad you brought that up."
Lydia narrowed her eyes as the neared the top of the escalator, "What are you talking about?"
Sawyer saw a grin spread across Allison's face, "Well since you're buying both me and Sawyer a dress, I think I want something else for an apology."
Lydia's face scrunched her face and when the stepped off the escalator she put a hand on her hip, "What do you want, Allison?" She asked in a bored tone.
"I want you to cancel on whatever testosterone riddled jock you planned on going with and go with someone else."
"Who?" Lydia asked as she hiked up an eyebrow.
Allison nodded her head in a certain direction and both Sawyer and Lydia followed. Sawyer felt her heart beat a little faster and her eyes widened as she saw where, or rather who, Allison was motioning too. Because of course, Stiles had to be the one that she chose, of course, he would be right here, probably spying for Scott, looking at perfume bottles as if he had never seen one before. She couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why, but Sawyer really didn't want Lydia to go with Stiles.
And Lydia shared that same sentiment, "Him? Really?" She asked and Allison merely nodded her head and gave Lydia a polite smile.
"Him." She confirmed.
Lydia frowned and Sawyer could see the conflict in her eyes. Sawyer could understand her conflict; Lydia hadn't really planned on staying with her date at the dance. She had just wanted to have fun and not think about the person she went with. If she was going with Stiles then that plan wouldn't happen because everyone knew that Stiles was in love with her.
"Ahh, smile Lydia," Allison said mockingly, "Someone might fall in love with that smile."
There was a hint of competition in Lydia's green eyes as she set her eyes on Stiles. Sawyer held in a laugh when she saw Stiles awkwardly wave over to them, a stupid smile on his face. She truly almost lost it when Lydia marched over to him and practically demand that they go to the dance together and that Stiles was to help them with picking out a dress.
Which led Sawyer to her least favorite part of this whole adventure; Shopping. The very activity was something that she had loathed ever since she was little. She always took forever, because of many times she went through with whether or not she was getting the article of clothing, and looking at a price tag nearly induced a panic attack. She also always felt bad when people spent money on her for any reason. She blames her childhood and how they had to budget so often with a good dose of self-esteem issues, but she told herself today would be different. Lydia was adamant about buying this dress for her and Sawyer told herself that she would enjoy this trip.
Putting a smile on her face Sawyer wandered over to the dress section and began looking through the ones her size. It was hard to find a dress she liked because she didn't exactly know what type of dresses she liked. It was a rare thing for her to wear dresses and even rarer of an act to wear fancy dresses, so she was a little lost here.
"Hey, Sawyer!" Allison called her name and held up a pretty red dress, "What do you think of this one?" The dress was fine, maybe a little too long for Allison's figure, but as she inspected the color more, she could tell that Allison would practically look like a corpse in the dress.
"Pretty, but not your color." Sawyer pushed a few more dresses to the side and let out a sigh of frustration. She was so close to giving up and just picking one and calling it a day.
She heard a chuckle from behind her, "Need some help?" Allison asked.
Sawyer pouted, "Please, I'm helpless when it comes to picking out dresses, especially fancy ones."
"Well, what about this one?" Allison asked as she pulled out a short black, white, and red dress. The top was cute, she will admit, but the bottom half with the white feathers was a little off-putting. Sawyer was about to shake her head when a familiar scent entered the area. Two familiar scents actually. One smelled like cedar, ash, and rage. While another smelt of ax body spray and fear. And the former was incredibly closer to her.
"That's not her color." Peter's voice said and Sawyer felt her whole body stiffen up, afraid to even turn around and face him. She could still feel his claws inside of her neck, the scars still burning from their spot on the back of her neck. Sawyer swallowed deeply as she saw Allison frown and eye Peter with mistrust and uncertainty. Peter moved next to her and pulled out another dress, this one was longer, a light grey in color, with some beading on the bodice. "See," He said as he held the dress up to her, "Much better."
"It does suit her skin tone better." Allison asked her voice quivering slightly.
Peter smiled, "So, what's this for? Dinner party, special occasion?" He began asking.
"School dance," Sawyer cut him off as she found her voice, "My first one in fact."
Peter's eye lit up at that information but she could see the sadness that laid behind them. "First dance, wow, must be a big moment for you." He inquired, "Are you going with anybody?"
"No," She answered back, "I've been too busy to find someone to go with."
"Well, that's a shame, dances is never fun without anyone to go with."
The tension in the air was broken by the sound of the loudspeaker announcing that Allison's car was being towed. Sawyer didn't need to be a genius to figure that Scott had come up with a distraction to get Allison away from Peter.
"Shit," Allison swore under her breath, "That's my car." She gave Sawyer a worried look, "I have to run out and fix that. Will you be okay here," her eyes flicked to Peter, "By yourself?"
Sawyer waved her arm through the air, "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine, now go fix your car problem." Allison gave her one last worried look before running off out of the store. Which left her and Peter alone, with Scott still somewhere in the distance, probably listening in.
"Well, I have to say Scott, I continue to be impressed by your ingenuity." He paused, "But remember you can't be everywhere all the time."
Sawyer looked at her father with a hurt expression, "Why are you doing this?" She asked him in a defeated voice.
"Soon it will all be over, Sawyer, and maybe then you can understand."
"I don't think I want too."
Peter looked down for a moment as if he was hanging his head in shame and held out the dress to her, "Here, get this one, it brings out the color of your eyes."
Sawyer took the dress and ran a hand over the soft, light grey, material. Holding it up against her body she looked at herself in the mirror and almost let out a soft gasp. Well, damn, Peter was right, she did look really good in this dress. She turned around to say something to him but frowned when she could no longer see him. "One of these days I'm going to learn how to exit like Batman." She whispered to herself.
"Sawyer?" A voice whispered to her and she looked over to see Scott hiding behind a rack of dresses.
Sawyer rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "He's gone Scott," She told him, "And nice thinking with Allison's car."
"Thanks." He said lightly but his face then turned more serious, "We have a problem."
"Of course, we do," She snarked, "Now, what are we adding to the list?"
"I can't go to the dance," He grumbled, "Apparently my grades are too shit, so as punishment the school isn't allowing me to go to the dance."
"Well, that does seem like a problem," She mumbled and shook her head, "So, how are you exactly going to keep Allison safe while not being able to be in the same building as her. Because I'm sure as hell not going to be able to keep her away from Peter on my own"
"Oh, no, I'm going to the dance," Scott said determinedly.
"But you just said," She began saying.
"I know what I said," Scott cut her off quickly, "I'm just going to have to find an alternate way in." He then gave her a hopeful look and she sighed, already knowing what he was asking.
"Fine," She grumbled, "I'll be your fake date and help you find a way into the dance."
Scott did a little fist pump, "Yes!" He cried out in joy and if Sawyer wasn't in a life or death situation with her friends she might have let one out too.
Blake was on all fours, a bucket of bleach, heavy-duty yellow gloves, and a bristle brush in hand scrubbing her kitchen floor to death. As she glanced back up at the oven clock and wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead, she realized that she had been cleaning the floor for over an hour. The damn still wasn't clean yet and she pushed harder on the floor hoping to get all the dirt out.
She was about to let out a disgruntled scream when she heard a knock on her front door. She paused in her scrubbing and looked up at the door in curiosity. It wasn't Peter, because he wouldn't be too polite to knock. It wasn't Deaton because she knew for a fact that he was still at the clinic. It wasn't Derek because he wouldn't use the front door like a normal person. And it wasn't any of her kids because, well, one of them was upstairs and the other was with some friends.
The person knocked again and Blake got up from her position, "Just a minute!" she called out and took the heavy-duty gloves off her hands, letting them plop down onto the table with an audible slap. She tried fixing her hair a bit before rushing to the door and opening it up. And Blake was pleasantly surprised to see Melissa McCall on the other side of the door. "Melissa!" Blake exclaimed, "What are you doing here."
The older woman smiled kindly and Blake watched as her cheeks heated up in slight embarrassment. "Hi, Blake, I was wondering if I could come in and talk?"
Blake opened up the door wider, "Of course," She said happily and Melissa walked through the door, "You know that you're always welcomed here."
"Thanks." She sat down on the couch and Blake quickly joined her on the adjacent one.
"So," Blake began ignoring the smell of bleach that came from her hands, "What is this about?"
"Well, I just wanted to apologies for what happened the other night, Scott usually isn't so…bad with times."
"Melissa, I told you, it's fine, you don't need to apologies for anything." Blake paused and looked at the older woman with calculating eyes, "That can't be the only reason that you decided to come over."
"No, it isn't." She confessed, "You see, the real reason I can over, was…well, Blake, I want to know are you okay?" She asked.
Blake felt something get caught in her throat and she found it very difficult to breathe. No one had asked her if everything was alright. No one had even begun to ask her how she felt about everything, they just assumed that she felt one certain way when really she felt about twenty different ways. Yet, here was Melissa McCall, a woman she had taken for granted so many times, asking her if she was okay.
And for once, Blake let her true emotions show, "No," She admitted with a slight laugh as tears threatening to spill, "I'm not alright."
Melissa frowned and moved next to her, placing a comforting hand over hers, "Honey, what's wrong." She asked in a motherly voice.
"Sawyer's father," She croaked, "He recently came back into our lives."
"Oh," Melissa let out a noise of surprise, "Well, is that a bad thing."
Blake let out a bark of a laugh and rubbed her eyes, "You see, that's the thing, he's not a bad father, in fact, he's a great one. It's just, he's done a lot of bad things and I don't know if I want Sawyer to be around that…" She trailed off for a moment before adding, "I don't know if I can be around that."
Melissa put an arm around her shoulder, "Well, I mean, do you still love him? After everything?"
"God, so much," Blake answered immediately, "I thought that I would feel something different for him, after all this time, but it's still the same as when I first met him." Blake sniffed and turned to Melissa, she bit her lip and continued, "He was it for me, you know, there was no one else in the entire world who made me feel the same things that I felt for him. And I think that's what scares me the most, is that I know that he was it for me. He the love of my life but he's also not a good person and has done some pretty shitty things. After everything though, after all of it, I still somehow love him."
Blake watched Melissa in silence as she tried to come up with an answer for her. And after a few seconds of silence, Melissa replied, "You might still love him Blake, but are you still in love with him?" She asked and Blake nodded her head slowly, "Then maybe, maybe you should give it another shot, see where the relationship takes you. Start over as if you were two strangers meeting for the first time and see what happens. If by the end you still want to be with him, then be with him, and if not, then admit to yourself that it's time to move on."
Blake nodded her head and wiped away more tears, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a blubbering mess and layout all my problems on you. It's just, these past couples of weeks have been a lot for me."
Melissa rubbed her back, "I can tell," She said jokingly and both of them chuckled at her words, "Blake, if you ever need me, I'll be here for you, seriously."
Blake shook her head, "What did I do to deserve you as a neighbor Melissa McCall?"
"Have good karma I guess?" She jested then switched topics, "Oh, hey, Scott texted me and said that he and Sawyer are going to the formal together. Just as friends, though, just be clear." She added the last part with a hint of mockery.
Blake smiled, "Sawyer going to a dance, with a boy, I thought I never would have seen the day." Melissa gave her a half-confused half-joking look, "What? I'm serious, if it was up to her she would wear plaid and denim all the time. The one time I actually got her to wear a dress was for a funeral, and she absolutely hated it. And don't get me started on that hair of hers…"
"I take it you thought to have a girl was going to be like playing with a Barbie Doll?"
Blake rolled her eyes, "I don't remember ever being that difficult as a child, then again I am being a little bias."
Melissa huffed out a laugh, "I remember trying to straighten Scott's hair the one time. He just wouldn't sit still and I about almost burned him half a dozen times."
"I won't attempt a straightener with Sawyer's hair. I once tried to brush it with a fine-tooth comb and her hair literally broke it in half." Blake sighed, "At least Cassidy has a sense of style and doesn't wear the same three shirts and one pair of jeans. He's always the one that I can take shopping with me because he doesn't get bored or frustrated from all the decisions. He knows what he wants and then he gets it."
Melissa made a noise of agreement, "I wish Scott was like that. I try to get him to wear nicer clothes but it's like every time I bring it up, he insists that baggy jeans and oversized band t-shirts are just as nice. It's like he doesn't understand the concept of clothes actually fitting him."
"No wonder Scott and Sawyer get along so nicely, they have the same sense style."
The two women chuckled and Blake felt a sense of relief and calmness had come from the conversation. Though Melissa McCall was not supernatural, she was sure as hell magical.
*SQUEAK* The dance is coming up and so is the finale and I have so many plans for everyone. I'm so excited and I can't wait for everyone to read what happens.
