Querencia (n.) a place where one feels safe, a place from which ones strength of character is drawn.
(takes place before S4, Ep5)
The wooden floor boards creaked lightly as he rapped on the door. After a few seconds, he heard the sound of light hurried movements from the bedroom. "Scott?" he called unsurely.
The door opened, Scott leaning his hand against the frame. "Hey Dad." he said awkwardly, giving him a small smile.
"Hi, Scott. Um…can we talk?" Rafael McCall said, giving his son a small smile that vanished almost instantly.
Scott blinked. "Sure." he said opening the door wider. McCall walked in, hovering awkwardly.
Scott sitting down on the edge of his bed watching him. "So…what do you wanna talk about?" Scott asked, playing his hands.
His father swallowed hard. "Well, ah…I'm heading back to San Francisco for a bit."
"Oh."
McCall sighed, before continuing. "You see, me and your mother thought it would be best. If your sister came back to Beacon Hills."
"Sara's coming back?" Scott said, sitting up straighter, a small smile starting to play on his lips.
McCall nodded. "Yeah, you remember that…incident at her school in San Fran a while back…besides she misses this place, you, your mom. So…I'm fetching her tomorrow." he said scratching his ear. "Hopefully we'll be back in time for your lacrosse game. I know she really wants to watch you play."
"Really?" Scott said smiling, glancing at the small photo frame on his desk.
McCall nodded. "Really." he answered patting Scott's back, walking out of the room. "I'll, er- I'll see you later."
"Yeah, later." Scott said sliding off his bed, picking up the small photo frame. Holding him, Stiles and his little sister, hugging each other outside their home.
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SAN FRANCISCO: THE NEXT DAY
"Dad! Have you see my hairbrush? I can't find it anywhere!" Sara shouted, from her bedroom. Zipping up her black duffel bag, she tied up her long dark hair into an uneven ponytail looking around her bare bedroom.
It was neater than it ever had been, but if she were too look closely she could already see a thin line of dust starting to settle.
"It was in kitchen." he father said, handing her the hairbrush. Sara smiled. "Thanks Dad." she said, taking it and packing it into her bag, zipping it up.
"No problem, sweetheart." he said, leaning against the doorframe taking in her empty room. "Can't believe it," he mumbled. "Feels like only yesterday you came here. You were so excited to start your new school here."
"Yeah," Sara sighed, fixing her ponytail. "I'm gonna miss this place." she said sadly, though she couldn't ignore the feeling of relief that followed.
It held too many memories she'd rather forget.
"Well, we should get going if we wanna make it in time for Scott's game." McCall said, patting her back gently, walking back downstairs.
Nodding, Sara grabbed her bags. Taking one last look at the room, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Smiling at it, she adjusted her shirt, before gripping the doorknob.
"See ya," she whispered, closing the door, but not before catching a glimpse of her eyes shift from there dark brown to an illuminated purple.
Hiya!
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A little something that came from my head...mainly because, I went on a TEEN WOLF binge watch, but whatever :)
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