"But I wonder if inside my head

I'm not just a bit different from some of my friends

These answers that come into my mind unbidden

These stories delivered to me fully written

And when everyone shouts like they seem to like shouting

The noise in my head is incredibly loud"

Quiet by Matilda the Musical Original Cast

After the Oni disappeared, the kitchen was tense and silent as we revived the four that were checked and helped them warm up. Kira took the longest to revive and recover since Scott, Boyd, and Riichi had their supernatural healing to help regain their strength faster with the slightest bit of pain applied. Boyd and Scott seemed back to normal soon after, leaving Kira and Riichi with adverse effects.

Riichi shakily stood, and I held my hands out as he wobbled. "You okay?" I asked.

"I'm alright, imōto," he said quietly. He didn't look alright with bags under his eyes and pale skin, but he brushed away my hands anyway. "I need to finish healing the agent."

I shook my head and held out my arm. "You look like you can barely stand. Pushing yourself isn't good."

"I'm almost done. I'll lay down after." Riichi waved me off as he trudged toward the stairs.

Sighing as I watched him walk up the stairs and disappear from sight, I then focused on helping Kira stand up. She rubbed her arms and was folding in on herself, so I took off my jacket and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said quietly, pulling the jacket on and zipping it up. Kira looked up at me while digging her hands into the opposite sleeves. "I guess you were right. It wasn't me they're after."

I gave her a small smile. "Of course, you weren't. I don't think I would've liked you otherwise."

She chuckled a little with a small shiver. "I wa-"

"Sara!" a voice called from upstairs, cutting Kira off. It sounded like a worried Melissa.

"Hold that thought," I told Kira.

Hurrying up the stairs to Scott's room, I saw Melissa standing over my unconscious brother. My eyes widened as I went to his side. He was leaned up against Scott's bed as if Melissa had propped him up. Since we hadn't heard a thud from downstairs, I assumed Melissa had caught him mid-fall.

I knelt beside them. "What happened?"

Melissa shook her head, holding two fingers against his throat. "He had just barely started healing Rafael again when he began to teeter," she explained. She sighed in relief and took her hand away. "I didn't feel his pulse in his wrist, but it's there, just faint. Has this happened before?"

I brushed away a few loose strands from Riichi's face. He looked as peaceful as a river. "Yeah, when he saved Boyd. He was unconscious for weeks. Told him not to push himself." I fell back on my ass and folded my legs under me. "I knew this would happen if he didn't let himself rest." Looking away from my brother, I noticed the concern in Melissa's eyes. "He'll be alright." I hope. "He's gotten stronger since saving Boyd from certain death. And I don't think Agent McCall's wound was as bad as claws directly piercing the lungs and heart."

"Not nearly," she agreed with a nod.

"How's, uh, how is he?" I gestured up to where Scott's dad was laying. It didn't feel right to call him a douchebag after almost bleeding out for a problem that wasn't his.

"I'd like to give him a blood transfusion or saline, but I can't do that unless we bring him to the hospital," Melissa explained, her eyes drifting up to Agent McCall's unconscious form. "And we definitely shouldn't do that. He'll be okay as long as most of the damage was repaired. It'll just take longer for his body to recover from the blood loss naturally." She turned back to me. "When Riichi does the healing, does the water. . ." Her voice trailed off as she tried to figure out how to say it.

"I don't know," I told her. "That's probably something to ask Deaton or Riichi. I have no idea what the water does."

We turned our attention toward the open door when we heard footsteps approaching. Scott paused in the doorway when he noticed Riichi passed out on the floor. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "What happened?"

"Pushed himself," I answered. "Help me take him downstairs?"

"Of course." Scott moved to help me pick up my brother.

"I'm going to clean up here," Melissa said. "And, hey, Scott?" We paused in our attempt at carrying the unconscious kitsune. "Stiles was still asleep at the hospital when I left if you want to go check up on him."

"I can stay here with them if you want to go do that," I told Scott.

He gave me a small smile. "Thank you."

Scott adjusted his grip on Riichi's torso and we carried him down the stairs to the living room where Derek, Boyd, and Kira were milling around the kitchen. When they spotted us carrying my brother, they followed us into the living room as we set him down gently on the couch. Aiden and Ethan seemed to have left.

"Did he overdo it?" Derek asked.

I nodded with a quiet sigh. "He just needs to rest."

"I'm gonna go check on Stiles," Scott told them. "You're welcome to stay, I'll just be back soon."

Boyd slowly nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "We should probably tell Isaac what's been going on here when he gets back, so yeah, I'll be here."

"And if it's okay," Kira cut in, rubbing her arm, "I'd like to learn a little more about all this, too?"

"We can do that," I agreed with a reassuring smile. She returned a grateful grin.

As Derek moved to watch over Riichi and Boyd and Kira sat on the other couch, I followed Scott to the front door, an idea popping up in my head.

"Do you think you can go to the store?" I asked him.

Scott looked briefly confused but he nodded anyway. "Uh, yeah, of course."

"Great, there are certain foods that help your body recover from blood loss which will really help your dad when he comes to. I can give you my card-"

He shook his head and waved his hand. "No, no, it's okay. He's my dad, I can pay." I tried not to grimace but he noticed the tiny but that showed through. "They're expensive foods, aren't they?"

"If you want to give him more than a generic PB and J, yeah. . ." I trailed off uncomfortably, glancing off. "Most iron-rich foods, especially if organic which is preferred, can get pretty spendy." I forced myself to look up into his eyes. "Please, let me. His wound is from an Oni."

"You aren't responsible for their actions."

"I know, but-"

"And you don't have to shoulder the blame. Oni and kitsune may have a general connection, but it wasn't you who summoned them."

I glanced toward the direction of the living room then turned back to Scott. "Can you let me do this one thing? It's just food."

"But it's not 'just food', is it?" he asked quietly and the realization made me sigh and look down at my shoes. "Try to remember that I've gotten used to figuring out at least some of your thoughts, same as you're able to for me."

I supposed that was true. Scott may be oblivious to many things and was generally easily confused, but it seemed like I was something he had been able to figure out, at least for the most part. The most important things, anyway. I both loved and hated it. It showed he cared, but at the same time, sometimes having something to myself without anyone able to figure it out would be preferable. Like how it used to be when I only had Isaac.

"Can I please just pay for the food and cook for you guys?" I asked.

He then gave in with a nod. "Alright. Do you think you'd be able to make enough for everyone?" He made a general notion with his hand, indicating the guests in the living room on top of the McCall's.

I offered a small smile. "At least it's dinner time, right?"

After giving Scott a list of foods that would be beneficial to the sudden blood loss his dad had experienced as well as my parentally-paid debit card, Scott left to find Stiles at the hospital then go to the store. I sent a quick text to both of my parents to tell them where Riichi and I were then focused on helping Derek tell Kira more about kitsune.

"I came into my powers at fourteen, and Riichi was sixteen with his," I explained, sitting down on the arm of the couch by Riichi's head. Derek had just told her how he and his family as well as mine had figured out early on that Riichi would be a river kitsune if he had developed powers but that not every child of a kitsune and a human did.

"If Riichi didn't come into his powers until he was sixteen, how did you know he was a river kitsune?" Kira asked.

"Well, it was more of a hunch than a certainty," Derek said with a slight tilt of his head. "It was confirmed for us when he returned from the dead."

"You can tell what type of kitsune someone is based on their personality and what they're drawn to," I told her. "I was always quick to anger, volatile, violent, loved the heat and sun and fire and the color red." I picked at the hem of my top which was red for reference. "My mom had a short temper like me, but what set her apart was being drawn to the cold and water instead, and her bursts of anger didn't last as long, and she's an ocean kitsune. But Riichi was always calm. Stubborn, rarely ever got angry, liked routine. And he loved helping people."

Derek donned a smile. "I remember little Riichi pestering Peter about sanitizing a wound he had gotten when sparring with my mom. And when he always asked Cora how she was when the full moon was coming up." He then looked at me with an amused glint in his eyes. "While you would take every opportunity to hit me with sticks and tried to catch sparks when we had bonfires, Sparky."

I shrugged with a large grin. "I regret nothing. But anyway, we knew growing up that if we did come into our powers, that I'd be fire and he'd be river."

"And you're certain I'm a thunder kitsune?" Kira asked, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees.

"Mostly. Quick, witty, full of energy, whimsical, reliable. Can be erratic and short-tempered but not always. My other guess is celestial. Loyal, in tune with others and themselves, good intuitions. They have a certain elegance about them."

"Kind of sounds like my mom," she pointed out though she didn't look particularly happy.

"Maybe that's why I'm torn between the two for you," I said. "Maybe you're thunder and your mom is celestial and some of her traits rubbed off on you."

"She still hasn't even told me."

"You also haven't told her that you know," Boyd blurted.

I snorted. "Boyd, you're supposed to be on the side of the person you like." He shot me a glare while Kira blushed, but I brushed aside their varying emotions.

Our attention was then drawn by the front door opening then closing. Scott couldn't be back already, I thought. He only left a few minutes ago. But my silent question was answered when Isaac showed himself at the entrance to the living room.

The tall werewolf pointed at the unconscious kitsune. "What happened? What did I miss?"

"Oni," Boyd answered. "One of them stabbed Scott's dad, and Riichi healed the wound but passed out." Isaac made a small noise of understanding while Boyd looked at Kira sitting next to him. "Oh, right, you guys weren't actually introduced. Kira, this is Isaac. He's a werewolf, too. And Kira is a kitsune."

"We're assuming thunder," I pitched in.

"Ah, well, nice to meet you," Isaac said, only sounding just a tiny bit sincere. "Welcome to the most fucked up TV show that is our lives."

"You're Sara's ex, aren't you?" she asked.

Isaac looked a little stunned, rearing his head back with a pinched expression. "Uh, yeah, why?"

"Because of course, her ex is the sarcastic one."

My tiny snort turned into a laugh, but Isaac, on the other hand, groaned and rolled his eyes which just made me laugh harder. "Alright, drama queen," I teased, standing up from my spot. "Do you know where a broom is?"

Isaac gestured down the hall. "In the closet."

"Thanks, Izzy. I'll be in the kitchen."

I left the group to grab the broom then went to the kitchen where the main window in front of the dining table was completely shattered. Damn twins. At least instead of hospital bills and a broken window to pay for, Melissa only had to worry about the broken window because I knew deep inside she would help her ex with said bills if he had gone to the hospital like the amazing person she was, especially since she would feel partly responsible for his injury due to it being supernaturally related.

It wasn't exactly a secret that they weren't as wealthy as the Whittemore's or Hale's, but considering I knew through tutoring Scott in our freshman year that the tutoring sessions had been paid for by the school due to their income level, I felt extremely bad she had to pay for anything at all. Especially since this expense was directly supernatural related. It was also common knowledge that Melissa regularly picked up extra shifts at the hospital. My limited knowledge of their financial difficulties only added to my insistence on paying for food whenever I studied with Scott considering I've always had almost complete access to the money my mom made being a therapist, mostly due to a lack of parental oversight and just poor parenting in general. But no one had ever claimed kitsune were good parents anyway.

So if the least I could do was sweep up the shards of glasses littering the floor, table, and chairs and cook an iron-rich dinner to help Agent McCall's blood loss? It made the top of my to-do list.

Part-way through my cleaning of the kitchen and dining area, I heard the front door open and close again. Footsteps grew louder and I turned to see Stiles in the entryway of the kitchen looking loads better than he had for the last few days.

"You doing okay?" I asked immediately.

He took in a deep breath, stepping further into the kitchen area. "Yeah, much better. Melissa gave me a sedative. I was just tired."

A smirk pulled at my lips as I nodded. "Badass Mama McCall."

He huffed with a grin. "Yeah." The typically-erratic teenage boy jutted his thumb behind him toward the living room. "What's up with him?"

"An Oni stabbed Agent McCall in the chest, and Riichi saved him before he could bleed out."

"Hm, suppose that's a plus," he said quietly, looking off toward the living room where Isaac and Boyd were lively chatting.

My brows furrowed. "What?"

Stiles continued looking at the others in the living room. "Having a river kitsune. You only- you do fire." He snapped his head toward me. "Glad you're on our side, but the healing. . ." He trailed off, turning away again. "With how often we get our asses handed to us. . . Riichi can do a lot of good with it."

I frowned at his words, but he didn't notice as he left in favor of the gathered group. As it did earlier, my heart grew heavy.

He's the healer.

Riichi can do a lot of good with it.

Fire is only good for one thing, and that's destruction.

You only do fire.

When Scott returned with bags of groceries, it was a godsend, pulling me out of my intrusive thoughts, and I immediately began prepping dinner. Scott joined me in the kitchen after they all traded stories in the living room. It was interesting learning that Silverfinger had a werewolf on his payroll, but considering his past with a nogitsune, it didn't surprise me. The idea of Isaac dressed in a suit though, that thought was hilarious. I bet he looked like a middle schooler going to his first dance.

"Do you want any help?" Scott asked as I started the rice on a back burner.

I handed him the wooden spoon I had decided to use for the vegetables. "Stir those." I pointed to the pan filled with a vegetable stirfry and teriyaki sauce. Just because the dinner was largely for health purposes did not mean I wouldn't make a bomb-ass meal. "Make sure nothing burns."

Scott quietly laughed as he adjusted his grip on the spoon. "I'll try my best." I started frying up the beef steaks in a separate pan when he asked, "How do you know what foods are good after blood loss?"

"I'm a girl," I answered simply while sprinkling seasonings.

His expression pinched up, confused at my reasoning. "What?"

"Think about it. Just think." I gave him a long look as he thought it over.

Finally, he understood. "Oh. Oh!" His eyes widened briefly as he looked down at the food he was in charge of. "Right, yeah, that."

"Yep. There you go." I tried my best not to laugh at his awkwardness.

"Right."

"You don't have to be awkward about it."

Scott shook his head, mostly to himself. "Yeah, sorry."

A tense silence wound between us for at least an entire minute while we focused on our specific dishes, and it made me want to burst into laughter. Sometimes conversations with Scott were the easiest I've ever been in, but other times they were seriously awkward. What was up with people and their discomfort with period talk? Completely natural bodily function. The American education system really sucked and society did nothing to help the destigmatization.

"How'd you learn how to cook?" Scott asked, breaking the silence.

I bit my lip for a moment. Poor Scotty and his awkwardness. "My mom mostly. I liked to watch her cook as a kid, and sometimes I'd be her helper. Then when we all stopped talking, I started cooking more. At first, I was trying to get her to talk again, but I found I liked it. It now also helps that I can't get burned if I accidentally touch a hot pan, and I heal quickly if I cut myself."

"I guess that helps against being turned away after mess-ups."

That time I did let loose my chuckle. "Yeah."

Scott turned to me with a small smile at my reaction. "What?"

"I used to do that a lot," I said. "Stop doing things because I wasn't good at it? Probably why I was terrible in school." I placed the next steak in the pan.

"You used to do terribly in school? You?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess we didn't talk in elementary, huh?"

"I remember you always drawing, but that's about it."

"It was the only thing I was good at, except the gymnastics and martial arts classes my parents put me in."

"Good with your hands then." Scott blanked when he realized what he said, groaned, then dipped his head, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

"Never thought I'd hear Scott McCall say a sexual innuendo, even if it was unintentional." I then laughed which got him to laugh, too, even if his face was still darkened in embarrassment.

When the food finished, Scott brought a plate up to Melissa, but Scott's dad was still unconscious for the time being. When he did wake up though, he would still have plenty to eat. It wouldn't help perfectly, but it would be better than without it. We also made the others their plates. Might as well instead of having a million people crowding a small kitchen.

"No cocaine explosion?" Stiles asked jokingly as he accepted his plate.

"Ha ha," I replied, my voice dripping with attitude but he simply laughed, also being joined in laughter by both Scott and Isaac. I started muttering to myself when I squeezed into a spot next to Kira. "Everyone wants to talk about the flour everywhere, but no one mentions the egg Izzy dropped then promptly stepped in."

"Oh, we have to talk about that," Boyd perked up, having heard me clear as day.

Isaac pointed at us with his fork. "Absolutely not!"

Agent McCall didn't wake up until three hours later, but thankfully, Riichi had woken up about an hour prior. Much to my disgruntlement, Riichi did one last quick healing session to finish up what he didn't earlier, apparently dealing with some of the tendons in the shoulder or something. I don't know, but Melissa seemed to understand, so I left it at that. Derek brought Boyd, Kira, and Riichi home to their respective places after that, with my brother barely able to stay awake. I decided to stay as a sort of moral support for Melissa and Scott, at least until after Agent McCall had woken up.

When Melissa called for Scott and me, and Scott's super-hearing picked up his dad's voice, I warmed up a plate of food and filled a glass of orange juice before heading up. The plate wasn't filled to the brim as I doubted Agent McCall would be able to stomach an entire plate of food, but he needed to eat something regardless, and the high iron content would help more than other foods.

The FBI agent wasn't surprised to see me walk into the room. "Miss Todd," he greeted weakly. Melissa and Scott must have helped prop him up with pillows since he was sitting mostly up. While his breathing was far more even than it had been earlier, his sickly pale skin and droopy eyes gave away what he had gone through. He was definitely going to have to take some time off work to recuperate.

"You almost bled out in front of me," I said simply. "I think you can call me 'Sara'." I set the plate down on his lap and put the glass of juice on the nightstand.

He glanced at the drink. "Orange juice?" His eyes drifted down to the food. "With steak?"

"It's actually a good combination, believe it or not," Melissa said, resting her hands on her hips. "Vitamin C helps your body absorb iron which is exactly what you need right now, so eat and drink, will you?" Even after him almost dying, she was not taking any shit. Melissa McCall had to be top-tier goals.

Agent McCall gained an amused look in his weary eyes, but he nodded anyway. "Thank you," he told me, but the sentiment seemed a little forced. There was no way he wanted to say that to me after all the shit I had given him since we met. "Do you think you'd be able to stop calling me 'Agent Douchebag' and use my name instead?"

"It depends," I said with a shrug. And using 'Rafael' just didn't seem right. It wasn't like we were on each other's good sides like how I was with Noah and Melissa.

"I suppose that's as much as I can hope for."

"Pretty much."

Melissa sighed and shook her head at him, noticing something that I hadn't. "Stop picking at the spinach and eat it."

After he had taken a few small bites, his every movement slow, Agent McCall looked at Scott then Melissa. "So, are you going to tell me what happened yet?" he asked.

It took Scott a moment to answer his dad. He glanced between Melissa and me then at his weak father, his eyes and expression softening. "You should get some rest first," Scott said. "It can wait. Regain your strength."

Agent McCall was no longer amused in the slightest, setting down the fork on the plate. "I was stabbed by a cloaked figure in a mask, but there's no wound, and yet, I clearly remember the pain and blood, I can't even sit up on my own, and I'm tired as hell. I doubt I'd be able to pick up that glass of orange juice even if I wanted to. And instead of being in a hospital giving our statements to the police and getting proper medical care, I'm laying half-naked in my son's bed that is conveniently missing the bloodied sheets. You don't think any of that warrants an immediate discussion?"

"Do you promise to have an open mind?" Scott asked. Part of his voice held the tender and care expected of a son talking to his wounded father, but the other part was tense and stern, reminiscent of their strenuous relationship despite the current situation.

"I'm not sure what I could possibly have an open mind about, but sure." Agent McCall half-shrugged with his good shoulder, trying not to get worked up or use the side of his body that had been initially injured. "Maybe you can start with why I'm not at a hospital."

"We had someone who was able to heal you," Scott answered slowly, unsure of how to put it.

Agent McCall gestured to Melissa. "Your mother is a nurse, not a miracle worker."

"I mean, I beg to differ," I muttered, looking around the room. Single mother for like eight years working overtime and run rampant by the supernatural world. If Melissa wasn't a miracle worker, I don't know who would qualify. I heard Melissa chuckle next to me, and Agent McCall sighed.

"Dad, I mean it," Scott moved on. "How else could you be completely healed up?"

"I'd sooner believe I was drugged and hallucinated the entire thing over someone having magical healing powers."

Scott shook his head at his dad and adjusted his spot on the edge of the bed. "There are some things that are difficult to explain, but just because it's like believing in fairytales, doesn't mean it's not true."

Agent McCall looked up at his ex-wife, his expression riddled with disbelief. "You're seriously on-board with this explanation? Our son knows someone who is able to completely heal a sword wound without even the slightest bit of scarring?"

"I used to be in the same boat as you," Melissa said. "But the things I've seen since then? They don't even compare to someone healing a wound with nothing more than some water. Magic healing powers is just the tip of the iceberg, and it certainly isn't anywhere near as fantastical compared to everything else."

"Some people have abilities that aren't considered real," Scott explained. "The person who healed you? He's a kitsune, a fox spirit. He can use water to heal others, and he's done it many times now, not just on you. A-and there are other types of kitsune with different abilities. Then there are werewolves and hunters and Oni, the thing that attacked you. It. . ." Scott sighed. "There is so much more out there than humans."

"I hope you know, this all sounds insane," Agent McCall said, raising his eyebrows. "Next you'll be telling me vampires exist."

Both Scott and Melissa slowly turned to look at me with questioning expressions. "I mean, not in the way you think of them," I said, digging my toe into the floor.

Agent McCall scoffed. "Okay, I'm done here. Let me just eat and sleep this off. I'm sure when I wake up from this ridiculous dream, I'll be completely fine."

"Scott," Melissa whispered, nodding to her ex. "Show him."

"Show me what?"

Scott didn't give his dad a real answer but took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, looking at his dad, his eyes were the searing red of an alpha.

If Agent McCall could get paler, he did. His jaw dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at his son's eyes. Part of me wanted to laugh at the comical reaction considering the man was usually so well-composed if not verging on anger, but not everyone had a reaction like Kira or the betas Derek turned. Teenagers were also more likely to believe in the supernatural anyway since they aren't completely set in their ways like a fully developed adult who had the same belief system for at least ten years.

Then he closed his eyes, shook his head, and leaned further back. "I'm going crazy."

"No, Dad, you're not going crazy," Scott said.

Agent McCall picked up his head and looked at his son again. "Look, I don't how you did that or how my wound healed or whatever, but how about I just go to sleep and we can all forget this ever happened?"

"Hey, Agent Douchebag?" I said to get his attention. He turned his exasperated attention toward me. "They're telling the truth. And so am I." I shifted my eyes for him from the warm brown to the fiery orange. "I'm a kitsune. My brother is the kitsune who healed you. Scott's a werewolf." I shifted my eyes back, both annoyed and amused at the shocked look on the agent's face. "The supernatural exists. And if you ever want me to stop calling you a douchebag, try not being one to your own son."

McCall slowly turned his gaze back to Scott who flicked out his claws on one hand and showed his dad. "It's true, Dad. All of it's true. You just have to believe."

A look of resolve spread over Agent McCall's face. "You're not messing with me."

Scott shook his head. "No, I'm not." He gestured to Melissa and me. "We're not messing with you."

"You're a werewolf," Agent McCall repeated.

"I was just as freaked out as you are," Melissa said. "Maybe even more so."

I patted her arm in reassurance. "No one blames you for your reaction, Melissa. It was a stressful night."

Agent McCall looked at us confused. "What happened?"

"Ahhh. . ." Melissa glanced at Scott and me then turned back to her ex. "You know, that's not really a story for someone recovering from mass blood loss." He was about to argue, but she cut him off before he could start. "No, we can go into more details and background when you're better. The important thing is now you know."

"Wait, can I at least ask who all knows?"

"Well, us," Scott said, gesturing to himself, his mom, and me, "the sheriff, Stiles, all of our friends."

"Oh, so everyone except me then?" Scott nodded and Agent McCall didn't seem surprised. "And the whole thing with Melissa, Stilinski, and Argent missing, was that. . ."

"Yeah, it was a supernatural thing."

"'Course it was."

Melissa waved her hands gently. "We can talk more tomorrow, okay? Eat, drink, and rest."

Imōto - Younger sister

I hope everyone is doing alright with the continued pandemic and the major winter storm devastating the US right now!

Before I get into specific replies, I just want to thank everyone that reviewed after the previous chapter. It was just so disheartening that all the reader interaction dropped off the face of the Earth after chapter 26 all at once, so I thought I had done something that people didn't like but that no one had wanted to tell me about and just decided to leave, so thank you guys so much. Little things that remind authors you're still here mean a lot, and it's amazing to know you're still here.

Also, I want to point out that with the onset of the nogitsune, Stiles and Sara's interactions have more than face-value meaning since he's, you know, possessed by a damn kitsune.

Reviews:

redweathergirl, Wolverine123, & Guest - Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

GirlNextDoor01 - I feel like such a tease with Scott/Sara lol, like I know it's coming, I know when I'm going to have them finally kiss and get together, but I don't think it's as soon as you all think and hope which I feel bad for and don't feel bad for at the same time.

Piffthemagicdragon21 - Scott and Sara will be endgame and I do plan to do all 6 seasons. I have some outlines done up through season 4 at the moment plus general ideas of what I want to be done for 5 and 6.

spud329 - There is a slight hint of him getting to her in this chapter, but the next chapter is definitely where it comes out.