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Chapter 43 - Part 1
Stiles
Friday, May 9th, had been going well. Well, until Art, that was. Sam and I had been confident that we were going to get, at least, an A. I mean, our project was unique...it hit all the marks! So, yeah, we had been confident... But, getting it back, we saw our grade. Instead of an A like we thought we would get, we were given the grade of a B. We were just staring at the red letter, both of us handling our disappointment and anger in different ways - whilst I took a few calming breaths, Sam decided the best thing to do was to complete blow up... In the middle of class.
Sam grabbed our work and, before I could stop her, stormed up to where our teacher was sitting, marking work for her other classes. A little worried, I stumbled after her to make sure it didn't get too heated.
"What the hell is this?!" Sam demanded, slamming our work down on her desk.
"It's your grade, Miss Campbell. Take and leave." she replied.
"I can see it's my grade but, seeing as it's a stupid ass grade, I've elected to ignore it."
"Sit down, Miss Campbell!"
She didn't listen, as Sam was wont to do, placing her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.
"No." she said, simply.
"Miss Campbell, if you don't sit down, I will get The Dean to remove you." our teacher seethed.
"Look, just because I slept with your husband and you hate me, doesn't mean you need to punish Stiles." Sam growled, rolling her eyes. "We deserve an A. Stiles deserves an A. At least change his grade!"
For a moment, it was completely quiet. Sam didn't say anything. Our teacher didn't say anything. Our class didn't say anything. Based on the people we encountered when going to the movies, I understood that Sam had done a few messed up things in the past - I also knew she had changed - but finding out that she had slept with our teacher's husband? That was a shocker.
"Get out of my class room." our teacher hissed, voice eerily calm and jaw set.
Sam didn't even argue, she just stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I didn't catch up with Sam until we were out of the building, standing by Derek, Peter and the Pack. I didn't catch up with her until she was pacing in front of them all, mumbling so low that even I couldn't hear her.
"Sam!" I huffed, my voice getting her to stop. "What was that?!"
Sam turned around to face me, finally looking up, her eyes narrowed and jaw set. She just looked so...angry, so fed up with it all.
"She doesn't fucking like me so she's taking it out on you, that's what that was!" Sam grumbled. "Look, I'll see you later - Charlie's working late, so I have to start walking now if I want to get home."
Now, come on, did you really think I would let that happen?
One look was all it took to get Derek to agree. I found it amazing how I seemed to have that kind of control over the Alpha wolf, especially when he wasn't even my Alpha. Sam was easy to convince too - all I had to say was I would make the cookies she liked and that was it. But, even after she ate some, her anger didn't dissipate - nor could she sit still. I didn't understand why she was so wound up about our grade - a B was still good, even if we did deserve that A... Honestly? I was worried about her - more than I had been any other time. I just didn't understand why.
"You guys training today?" she asked, spinning around quickly to look at Derek.
Derek nodded.
"Can I join in and can we do it now?" she gritted out, clenching and unclenching her fists.
There wasn't even any discussion - everyone just stood up and moved towards the training room, carefully dragging Sam along with us. The closer we got to the room, the tenser she became, just wanting to hit something. That feeling I understood well. The feeling was something I was all too familiar with. So, obviously, I moved her as fast as I could into the training room.
She had stopped long enough to put on some music before walking over to the punching bags with me... She, pretty much, beat the shit out of the thing. I think everyone was glad that Derek hadn't said to split into pairs straight away - I wasn't sure she would have been able to hold back on anyone. It got to the point where she was close to tearing the bag due to how much she was wailing on it - I thought she was going to, at least, fracture something in her hand or arm.
I couldn't say how long I stood there watching her pound the bag but, the next thing I knew, Derek was telling everyone to pair off.
Which was when Sam piped up and asked if she could take five Betas at once...
For some reason, Derek agreed, both him and Sam ignoring my protests. So Sam, Erica, Lydia, Jackson, Boyd and Scott all walked onto the mats. I could barely watch as they fought, even though I knew none of them would hurt Sam and that Sam wouldn't hurt any of them... But I had never seen her like this before. I flinched at every blow, whether it landed on someone or not. It got to the point where I had to stand behind Derek and rest my forehead on his shoulder blade.
It felt like it had been an hour when they had finally finished, all of the Betas sitting on the ground whilst Sam just shook with rage. Even though she should have been exhausted, it seemed as if she was still able to fight... Which was when she punched the wall behind her.
"SAM!" I yelled, moving faster than I ever had before and grabbing her fist before she could hit the wall again. "What's wrong?! It was just one grade!"
"It isn't just a grade!" Sam screamed. "I'll keep getting hate, I'll always just be the slut, the drunk, the drug dealer, the asshole! I HATE IT IN THIS TOWN!"
The room was eerily quiet after she stopped speaking, the only sounds coming from frantic heartbeats and heavy breathing.
"Why did you come back?" Derek asked, quietly.
"Charlie." was all she replied.
"What?" Peter frowned.
Sighing, Sam's shoulders slumped, her fist dropping from my hand. She turned and leant her back against the wall, staring at the ground, flexing her hand to regain feeling.
"Charlie missed her home and family. She missed her friends." Sam explained. "So I did it for her. I put aside my shit so she can be happy, because that's what you do. I care more about her than I do myself."
No one really replied to that. We all just stood there, watching her as she stared at the floor.
A few hours later, Sam had changed completely. She had spoken to Charlie on the phone and all of a sudden she was back to her usual bubbly self. No one said anything about before, not wanting to dampen her good mood, but it was strange. She had sat next to me and Isaac when we had all moved into the living room, the TV on some random channel in the background. The conversation was just flowing easily, scatting over any topic that came to mind. Of course, then Sam decided to input a little something...
"Ok, spill, I want to see you eyes!" she grinned. "But, I want to take a guess at who the Alpha is!"
Obviously, we were all surprised, especially by how excited was by all of us - except Allison - being werewolves. I mean, Hunters weren't supposed to like werewolves full stop - not that I was complaining here! So everyone agreed with her, with only some argument.
"Great!" she bounced. "I'm gonna say... Derek's the Alpha."
Derek just gave a stiff jerk of his head to show she was right, whilst Peter was struggling to keep a proud smirk off his face. I, on the other hand, just grinned smugly. But:
"Wait, there's another one right? But not full Alpha or just an Alpha?" she asked much to our surprise. "Stiles. I'm guessing Stiles."
"Are we sure she's human?" Jackson muttered.
Sam just snickered to herself, mumbling about how he was just 'jealous of her awesomeness'.
"Can I see your eyes?" Sam asked Derek and me. "Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?!"
Derek did it without any hesitation, his eyes immediately turning red. I saw her whisper something but it was just too quiet for me to hear - the others found it funny though. And then she turned to me. Swallowing slightly, I let my eyes turn, one going red and the other going purple. The look of recognition in her eyes let me know that she knew what I was... And I was scared. Scared that she would be like that bitch Mia and call me a freak...
But she didn't.
"So freaking beautiful!" she said, grabbing my face. "I've always loved werewolves eyes... Anything supernatural really. I think this makes me like you guys a little more, if I'm honest. Regular people are so dull. Can I see the rest of your eyes?"
There were complaints, which was to be expected, but everyone caved in the end. She just kept going on about how beautiful they were and how she just loves it. Everyone, even Boyd, blushed red - it was safe to say that she was the first person to ever say that to any of us.
This was when she realised that Peter and Jackson hadn't show her their eyes. They refused to when she asked, they refused to when she begged. And then it clicked in her head.
"They're blue. Aren't they?" she whispered.
Peter's face was the picture of horror, his eyes filled with disgust for himself. It was obvious that he didn't want her knowing, didn't want her thinking any less of him - she reminded him of his daughters. But, yet again, she surprised us all.
"I don't know how you got them, but I trust Derek and he wouldn't let a bunch or rogue Omegas, who've murdered, into his Pack." she stated, simply. "So... Can I see?"
Slowly, both Jackson and Peter showed her, together. She was smiling away, just so happy... And we were all just...stunned. And not just at the eyes thing, but also at the fact that she trusted Derek.
Saturday, May 10th, all of us - the Pack, Charlie, Sam and I - were in the park, walking around and just having a laugh. It was early enough that not many people were outside, but it wasn't so early that it was ridiculous that we were awake and out of the house. It had been Charlie's idea, actually, that we all meet up and hang out. It had been happening a lot recently, ever since May 4th.
It was a relatively nice day - could have been warmer, but that was just my opinion. Sam was happily chatting to Peter, her arm looped through his and Charlie's hand gripped in her other; Isaac and Scott were chasing each other around, tackling the other to the ground; Erica, Allison and Lydia were just laughing at the two pups, their laughter increasing when Danny, Boyd and Jackson decided to join in. Derek and I, however, kept behind all of them, watching fondly as the group relaxed and had fun. From the first day I had truly known them all, it had been obvious that they hadn't ever really been able to have fun... I mean, they had admitted to only having, about, two puppy piles before I joined the house! But now they all acted like a litter of puppies.
"Everything alright?" Derek muttered, bashing his shoulder into mine, lightly.
"Everything's great." I sighed, smiling slightly.
The Pack weren't the only ones that had changed. I had too. I found myself a lot more relaxed, happier. I smiled more, I joked more, I hugged people. I only flinched from a touch as much when it was someone I didn't know or someone I didn't trust... I was actually doing better - something I never thought would happen. It made me happy.
I should have known something would go wrong.
We couldn't have been in the park for more than half an hour when we found a women - passed out and smelling heavily of alcohol - under a tree. Her hair was caked with dirt from where she had been sleeping, so I couldn't tell exactly what her hair colour was... All I knew was that she was around my dad's age and looked a right mess. When we saw her, Sam's heart rate had picked up, all of us turning to look at the blonde huntress. Even Charlie seemed confused.
As we watched Sam it was clear that she was struggling to decide on what to do - what exactly her choices were, I don't know. But she was upset, that was a definite.
"Derek, can you help me with her?" Sam asked, quietly. "And, um... Do you mind if she sleeps on your couch until she wakes up?"
Now, even though she was cool, Sam wasn't the kind of person to help a random person passed out under a tree. That just wasn't her.
Back at the house, Derek laid the women out on the couch, Sam pulling a seat up beside her. Sam just sat there, staring, her eyes glazed over like she wasn't really seeing anything. Sam sat there for the whole day.
She didn't move to eat.
She didn't move to drink.
She didn't move to go to the toilet.
She just didn't move from the seat.
It got to the point where Derek told Charlie that she and Sam could stay the night, because there was no way she was going to be able to get Sam home when she was like that. Charlie stayed at Sam's side for hours - she stayed until she was to the point of passing out herself. Allison all but carried the redheaded coyote to one of the spare rooms in the house - close to the stairs so she could get to Sam quickly if anything happened.
I was the only one that stayed downstairs with Sam. I placed myself in one of the recliners, curling up into a ball with a blanket - one that Peter passed me on his way out of the room - over me.
It looked as if we had to wait until the morning to find out what was going on.
Derek
The next morning, we all came downstairs to find Stiles only just waking up, still curled up on the recliner - Sam was still in the same spot. I could hear a quiet growling as we walked further into the room, all of us spreading out. Looking around the room, I saw Charlie by the door, her eyes narrowed slightly, the low sound seeming to come from her.
"I've had enough." Charlie finally sighed. "Sam, what's going on?!"
But Sam said nothing, the blonde stayed silent.
"No, you aren't shutting off on me!" Charlie shrieked, begging slightly. "Talk to me, babe. I'm right here."
"She's my mom." Sam whispered, continuing to stare at the women on the couch.
Charlie just froze, but I couldn't think of why. Surely this was a good thing? Sam was reuniting with her mom, something not many kids got to do. Stiles seemed to be the only one of us - save Charlie - who seemed worried.
That's when the woman started to wake up. The woman frowned, her glazed over eyes scanning the room, blinking as they rested on Sam. The woman still reeked heavily of a mix of alcohol, even my sense of smell not able to distinguish one from the other - that was a little worrying, but surely it wasn't a regular occurrence.
"Hey, mom." Sam muttered, her smile shaky and her heart beating rapidly. "Long time, no see."
Silently, I herded everyone out of the living room and into the kitchen, giving Sam and her mother some time alone. Charlie however refused to leave, until Sam insisted that she stepped out of the room with the rest of us. Like Charlie, Stiles was hesitant to leave the room, both of them lingering at the door for a little longer, worry lines marring their foreheads. But they stepped into the kitchen anyway. I closed the door behind the pair of them, frowning slightly as Stiles and the redheaded coyote exchanged apprehensive looks.
"We shouldn't have left her alone in there." Stiles muttered, staring at the tiled floor and tugging at his t-shirt.
"I swear, if that bitch tries anything..." Charlie growled, softly, trailing off as she shook her head. "Stiles, come here."
Stiles looked up as Charlie pushed the kitchen door open slightly, the two of them manoeuvring themselves around to be able to look out into the living room without the two humans noticing.
That was when we heard it.
"Whore like always, pimping yourself out to everyone." Sam's mother spat. "Why am I not surprised?"
"I'm not." Sam said, quietly.
There was a soft rustle then and the sound of shifting fabric. Charlie's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching, whilst Stiles' eyes widened slightly as he shook softly.
"Probably doing it for some of this, huh? Little Samantha, always doing something for a fix." Sam's mom continued, as if Sam had said nothing.
"I'm better." Sam insisted, her voice steadily growing stronger.
"You'll always want it. See, you're struggling to keep control. You want it; you're just a filthy whore who will do anything, as long as she gets her next fix."
The sound of furniture squeaking reached our ears and Jackson had to hold onto the Stiles' wrists to keep him back. Someone should have been watching Charlie, though.
"Fuck this." the redhead seethed as she stormed into the living room.
As Charlie stormed into the room, the rest of us followed. The two humans in the living room startled slightly, Sam stepping back away from her mother and towards Charlie. The redhead grabbed the blonde's hand, dragging her fiancée behind her.
"Aw, this your knew slut?" Sam's mother snarled. "Gonna deal her out? I mean, that's all this little harlots good for."
Charlie should have had a better grip on Sam's hand.
Someone should have been watching the blonde.
Why? Because the next thing we knew, Sam had completely lost it. She slammed the older woman into the wall, banging her head against the hard material, screaming at her to 'never say that about Charlie', how she had no right. But Sam's mom fought back. She managed to get a few swipes on Sam's face, a few blows to her stomach.
So I stepped in.
I got in-between the two, my back to Sam.
"Get out of my house." I glared at the older woman. "If I ever see you here or around her again, I'm calling the police."
But she didn't move, she just stared back at me, furious. So I did the only thing I could think of - dragged the older woman towards the door and threw her - not literally, she was human after all - out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
"I'm sorry." Sam whispered from behind me.
"Don't be." I muttered, turning after a few moments. "Who wants breakfast?"
Sam and Charlie were staying with us for the rest of the day - not that they had any choice in the matter. It took a lot to get the blonde huntress out of her funk, the incident with her mother proving to be have more of an impact on her than we first thought.
It took hours before Sam was back to her usual self and, at that point, it was far too nice outside to be kept cooped up in the house. The worry coming off of Charlie and Stiles were coming off it waves, I was sure that, if you tried hard enough, you could reach out and touch it. But I suppose I could understand why - if it had been Stiles or Isaac in that position, I would have been the same. Well, if it had been any of my Pack I would have been the same, but Isaac and Stiles were the only ones out of us all that had had a similar past to Sam. With this thought it mind, I kept myself close to the youngest wolf and the newest addition to our Pack, keeping my eye on both of them. Quick look at Peter showed me he was doing the same, the fear of losing anyone else from our family strong in both of us.
It was Jackson's idea to go and sit outside for a bit, all of us going out the back door in the kitchen, as opposed to the front door. Now, I thought everyone would have sat down somewhere on the decking - which most did. Sam and Stiles, however, decided to run around and play tag. How they came to that decision without any of us hearing was beyond me, but watching them run around and laugh seemed to make everyone else seem a little...lighter.
"It's so weird thinking Stiles used to be so closed off." Erica mussed, leaning into Boyd's side.
"I know what you mean." Charlie nodded, watching her fiancée. "Sam used to be so different that it's difficult thinking of her as that person."
Charlie was a nice girl. She had her head screwed on right. Every time she looked at or talked about Sam, the love in her eyes and voice were stronger than I had ever seen for any supernatural being like us. Which begged the question - were Sam and Charlie one of the rare ones? I had heard stories, when I was younger, that with every generation, there was the possibility of there being one or two rare supernatural Mating pairs. These rare types were more than just simple Mates. It went further than that. They were the other half of their partners soul; they had a stronger connection. If this was true, that Sam and Charlie were one of these pairs - just like my mom and dad had been. For some reason, I hoped it was true.
Looking out at Sam and Stiles, I noticed that they both not only had massive grins on their faces, but Stiles had shed his shirt whilst Sam had done the same with her jacket. Both of them had scars all over their bodies - and tattoos in Stiles' case - all of those scars telling a different story.
"Sam hates her scars." Charlie commented to me, after seeing what I was looking at. "A lot of them are from the different hunts she's been on and a lot of scars are on her things and belly... She hates them, hates how she looks with them. They just make me love her even more. As strange as it sounds, she looks really pretty with them, like they're apart of her."
"Stiles tried to hide his with tattoos." I muttered, quietly. "He didn't get them from fighting anything, he got them from someone he thought he could trust."
That was all I was prepared to share on the subject. It wasn't my story to tell and I wasn't about to betray the trust Stiles had in me, no matter how much he trusted Sam or Charlie. I just couldn't do that to him.
"I thought as much. I mean, he's very wary of everyone." Charlie nodded. "Instead of acting like that, Sam uses all these wild crazy stunts to try and hide the fact that she's just scared all the time, either about me or just...about life. She's just scared and angry."
It was strange, thinking about it - Sam and Stiles were both so alike. A lot of people in their situations would have given up years ago - would have killed themselves. Others would have let it turn them bitter and angry, some of them going on to live a life of crime. Sam and Stiles were two of the people that didn't turn down those paths or, at least, got off of those paths. They were two of the strong ones - however harsh that sounded.
"So, don't be offended, but how did you two even get together." Erica asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's just, you're so different."
"Please don't tell the story!" Sam's voice came in a whine, the blonde huntress and Stiles suddenly appearing next to us all.
"Why not?!" Stiles demanded. "I wanna hear it!"
"It's because she's embarrassed." Charlie giggled, drawing Sam closer to her and kissing her cheek.
Sam must have seen that she had no way out of this - eleven people wanted to hear the story, her fiancée wanted to tell the story... She was the only one not wanting the story to be told or heard. In the end, she conceded, her only condition being we went back into the house.
So we did.
Charlie
We all walked back into the beautiful house that was owned by the Hales, everyone taking their place in the spacious living room. Surprisingly, no one pushed for Sam or I to start talking, all of them waiting patiently for one of us to start talking. I suppose they were used to that kind of approach.
"Ok, so, if you're going to understand this, then I need to tell you a little about my family..." Sam sighed, shifting a little closer to me. "My dad's in the air force, he was never home so he had no idea what was happening. My mom... Well, my mom hates me. She hates the fact I'm gay, she hit me all the time, she actually used to sell my body for drugs. I was a kid and she let people do whatever they wanted to me. I tried to kill myself a few times because of it actually, so I went to hospital a lot - until my mom kicked me out at seventeen."
"She was living in her car until she was nineteen." I continued, seeing that Sam was being dragged too far into the memories. "Ended up in jail for assault and things like robbery, but she wasn't there for long. Just...issues with the police, you know?"
The knowing grin on Stiles' face was enough to make Sam relax a little, reminding her that she wasn't the only one that had been in trouble before.
"After I got out for the last time, I had loads of one night stands." Sam sighed, shuffling embarrassedly next to me. "I went to this bar that was free admission and I ended up drinking...a lot. Like, I was absolutely smashed. Then I saw Charlie... I thought she was hot so I went to talk to her."
"Used these really cheesy pickup lines, which weren't doing anything for me." I grinned. "But then this complete asshole comes over and he tries to take her home."
"And Charlie got really protective."
"I didn't realise she was my Mate until we had been dating for, about, a month, so at the time I thought it was just because she was drunk and vulnerable. I dragged her away from the guy and back to my place, so I could keep an eye on her. I asked where she lived and she said her car."
"We've been together ever since."
"Well, there was one issue..."
"But that can be for another day!"
Smirking a little, I slid down on the couch so I could rest my head on Sam's shoulder, sliding my hand into hers. I could understand why she didn't want people to know - she always got so embarrassed and she regretted it. Besides, the acquaintance between us and Derek's Pack was still new. To be honest, when we moved back to Beacon Hill, I didn't actually expect Sam to befriend anyone... The fact that she found Stiles, well, that was a miracle! Now she had someone, other than me, to confide in and to help her out. She needed more people she could trust.
Stiles
Watching Sam and Charlie together was like watching the perfect couple. You know, that couple out of all of your friends that you can look at and think - 'I wish I had something like that'? That's what I thought when I hung out with them.
But then I thought of Zane.
And Gabriel.
And Ben.
I mean, sure, I only 'dated' one of them, whilst the other two harassed me, but it all brought me to the same conclusion - I couldn't be happy. I couldn't have something like what Sam and Charlie had, or like what Danny and Isaac had. After everything, I came to understand that I was just never going to have what normal people had - and why would I? Why would I ever have anything good in my life, after everything that has happened?
I tried not to let my thoughts show as we sat there, all talking and enjoying each other's company. I mustn't have worked too well, considering Derek looked over to me, almost instantly, concern colouring his expression. He didn't say anything, just looked at me. I tried to smile, hoping it would work in getting him to stop worrying - it was more of a grimace than anything, which just made Derek seem to worry more.
But, still, he said nothing.
It was, around, fifteen minutes after Sam and Charlie had recounted, briefly, how they met and became a couple, when everyone began to break off. It was at this point when Charlie went into the kitchen with Erica, saying how she would help with...something, leaving only Sam and I in the living room.. We both just sat there, in silence, for a while - Sam with a sort of dreamy look on her face, whilst I tried not to let my depressing thoughts affect me too much.
"You really love her, don't you?" I smiled as Sam sighed happily.
"I do." she giggled. "It's like... Charlie's the sun and she made the stars, you know?"
But I didn't. I didn't know. I frowned slightly, staring down at my feet as I shifted my position, hugging my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them.
"What's it like?" I whispered.
"What's what like?" Sam replied.
"Being in love. Having someone you can trust explicitly. Just, being loved?"
For a moment, Sam didn't say anything. I heard the shift as she turned to look at me, but I only tightened my grip on my knees. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to ask - why would I want to ask about something I would never have? But I had to. I just had to know what it was like.
"I'm not going to lie, man, but it's scary as hell. Especially if you're not used to it." Sam explained, her voice soft. "But it's also the most exciting thing; the best thing! It's like your floating, flying, and nothing can bring you down. It makes you feel like you can do anything as long as you have them..."
Sam grew quiet suddenly and, looking over at her, I noticed how she seemed to be trapped inside her head again, a small smile on her face. Everything she had said...it sounded amazing.
I wanted it.
I wanted that feeling so badly.
But I would never have it. I would never be that happy. And that hurt me.
Walking through the hallways of the hospital the next day, I couldn't help but feel a little jittery. I wasn't too fond of the place, never had been, but it wasn't like I could avoid it at this moment in time. I had gotten a call from Charlie, after the Pack and I had finished at the university.
Sam had been hurt.
When Charlie said that, everything stopped. I felt my eyes go wide as my chest grew tight, as if someone was pushing against it. It was the same feeling you would get if you held your breath, only far more noticeable. It was hard to breathe - every time I took air in, it felt as if my throat was raw, as if I had just finished eating a mint. My breathing slowed, every breath I took just as deep as the next as I stared at nothing on the far corner of the wall, the pressure on my chest increasing slowly. It was as the pressure increased that I started to panic, the feeling slowly getting worse, niggling in the back of my mind as all sorts of thoughts on what could have happened sprang to mind. Too many things could have happened, too many people could have got to her.
I couldn't lose anyone else.
It was as that thought ran through my mind that the headache came and I started to feel sick. I knew that the pain in my head was, probably, because of the lack of oxygen getting there, but it didn't help any - all it did was make me feel dizzy. I had wrapped my arms around my torso, gripping my sides as hard as I could, leaning forward to try and relieve the pressure on my chest - not that it would work.
I was still feeling like that as we came to a stop in front of Charlie.
The redhead was leaning against the wall, mix of anger and concern marring her face, her arms folded. She was completely tense, so much that it looked as if she was holding back a shift, eyes subtly changing colour as she scowled. I placed a hand on her arm, slowly, watching her sigh heavily as the were-coyote relaxed slightly.
"Have they told you anything, yet?" I asked, quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.
"She's exhausted. Some hikers found her in the woods like this and called the hospital..." Charlie growled, shaking her head. "Her injuries aren't so bad, but they wanted to keep her here to make sure she got the rest she needed."
"Have you been able to speak to her yet?"
"Nope. They keep making me wait and it's doing nothing to help keep me calm."
Shifting a little, I wrapped my arm around Charlie's shoulders, leaning against the wall with her.
"She'll be fine." I told Charlie.
She has to be.
It was an hour before we were allowed into the room to see Sam. An hour! We couldn't have restrained Charlie, even if we wanted to - the redhead charging into the room. The only thing we saw as we walked into the white, sterile room was a small, blonde lying on the bed - bruises and cuts covered her face and arms, no doubt there were more on her torso and legs. True to what Charlie had told us, Sam looked exhausted - black rimmed eyes from lack of sleep, her face slightly sunken in... Sam hung her head in slight defeat, clinging onto Charlie's hand as the redhead fussed.
"Seriously, Sam?! What the hell were you thinking?" Charlie demanded, softly, panic rising slightly. "Do you know how worried I was? How scared I was? I thought... I thought it was going to be like Carolina all over again..."
Sam tensed slightly, a dark shadow passing over the part of her face I could see. As her grip on her fiancée tightened, dragging the redhead down to lie on the bed next to her. The blonde whispered to her fiancée quietly, so quietly that we couldn't hear what was being said - though it was most likely reassurances that everything was fine, things like that. We let the two have some time to each other, allowing the redhead to calm down and return to the woman we all knew her to be - calm, sweet and kind - instead of the raging, protective Mate she had taken to be before.
Once the tension had left the room and everyone was calm again, Charlie finally asked the question that had been burning in all of our minds - what happened?!
"Over the years of me being a hunter, I've made a lot of enemies - like families of rogue werewolves and the like." Sam sighed. "A few of them had, somehow, made their way here, to Beacon Hills. They saw me, saw me hanging out with Stiles and you guys... They thought that the best way of coming after me was going after all of you. It didn't take me long to figure it out... So I was running around trying to keep them away from all of you. It was just low-key spying until last night..."
"Samantha Deanna Campbell, I swear that, one day, you will be the death of me!" Charlie whined, nuzzling her face into Sam's hair, her arms wrapping around her fiancée's neck, as Sam slipped an arm around Charlie's waist.
With her arm wrapped around Charlie, Sam dragged her closer - almost until the redhead was sprawled across her shorter frame. I heard Jackson's comment of "Guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship", but no one seemed to pay him any mind - everyone knew he meant no harm by it.
I watched as Sam ran her hand through Charlie's hair, the slow and soothing action seeming to calm the coyote girl, the strokes coming with practiced ease.
"I love you too, Belle." Sam grinned, her voice taking on a French lilt to it as she called her fiancée the French for beautiful.
No one noticed as I glanced over towards Derek, whilst everyone else kept their eyes on the two women on the hospital bed. No one noticed how I wished I could try, yet I knew everything would go wrong if I did. No one noticed as I stared at the ground, willing myself to keep it together until I was alone in the room that night.
I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG - WRITERS BLOCK AND COLLEGE AND I'VE NOW BEEN TOLD I HAVE ANXIETY - possible depression - AND I'VE ACTUALLY STARTED TO HAVE PANIC ATTACKS! IT'S BEEN CRAZY, BUT HERE WE GO ^_^
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