So sorry this took so long. I had really bad writer's block because I wanted to write as Allison. I can't write Chicks, so I gave up and put the pertinent information in this chapter instead of writing a ridiculously fluffy piece. Hope you don't mind. I'm back, and will try to stay on track this time. On that note, is there anyone willing to Beta for me? If some awesome person would assist me, I'd be amazingly grateful. Also, said Beta could kick my butt into actually finishing a chapter. Offer remains standing indefinitely.

As soon as Marion and Stan ordered their meals for lunch, Marion asked, "Stiles asked if it was ok for him to take Cooper to the park to meet Allison and Sammy. I was fine with it, but a little confused. I thought Allison was an only child?"

Stan replied, "Remember the case that had me so shaken up, the one with the 2 kids?" At Marion's nod, he continued, "Sammy is the younger one. Chandra was sent to live with a distant relative, but Sammy had no family, so the Argents kindly took in the kid."

Marion asked, "Any idea why those two boys were held captive for so long?"

Stan replied, "They were nut jobs. Said something about them being children of demons, needing to purge the world of their kind."

The conversation wandered into safe territory for a while. As lunch was wrapping up, Marion said, "Screw this nervousness. Stan Stilinski, you make me happier than I've been in years. I love you with all my heart and soul. I know this may seem a bit rushed, but will you marry me?"

Stan froze for a moment, and then he pulled out his phone. He called speed dial one, Stiles.

"Hey Stiles, remember what we talked about before, with the 'W' situation? "… "we need to move up the plans. Marion proposed to me." … "Yes, I know very funny. Who's available to do the talk?" … "Have him meet us at my place is 15 minutes." … "Thanks, Stiles. Love you, son. See you later."

Stan paused for a second, "Before I can accept your proposal, We need to have a talk back at my place. Scott's gonna meet us there." As Marion attempted to ask something, the Sheriff replied, "Don't ask. It will be easier to do it all at once." He paid for their meal, and then took Marion to his house. Scott was already there.

The two adults and the teen went in and walked straight to the living room. The Sheriff began, "I don't want you to make a commitment to me unless you know what you are really getting into. Scott, if you would do the honors?"

Scott shifted and said, "Hey Mrs. Cooper. I'm a werewolf."

Marion collapsed into a coach. "Am I to assume Stiles is as well?"

The Sheriff nodded fearfully. The room fell silent for several moments. Marion then said quietly, " 'Your son will be a guardian wolf of the guiding light, shining the way for others to do what's right'. A fortune-teller told me that while I was pregnant. It made no sense, but I knew it to be true. I know his destiny now."

A long silence took place. Marion then asked, "Offer's still on the table."

Stan replied, "Then yes, I would love to be your husband."

Somewhere in Idaho

"Mom, a decision point's been made. One that will affect everyone," said a five-year-old half-Asian boy with seriousness no five-year-old should ever have.

His mother replied, "What do we need to do, Will?"

Still deathly serious, the boy replied, "We need to move to Beacon Hills, California before the beginning of the next school year." Then, he continued oddly light-heartedly, "If the world doesn't end before then."

The boy's mother sputtered, and regained her composure. "Honey, what is the probability of the world ending before next school year?"

Will replied, as if a weatherman, "40% chance. But you really shouldn't concern yourself with that. It's too late for us to intervene in that apocalypse."

So now Marion knows and is joining the family. An apocalypse is on its way, and a family is moving to Beacon Hills next year. This is a short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it. I will try to have another up before a week's out.