This story will have spastic update's as it's not my main focus atm. Its just something I work on when I need a distraction or I have writer's block for Keeper's Keep. The beginning that deals with Talia and Peter's family origin is all completely OC so basiscally I made it up and just went with it. Emily being in the Teen Wolf world WILL mean changes to the plot because Emily is not Talia. It will all make sense as the story progresses but your free to ask questions

Enjoyx


As children were taught that nothing matters more than being able to provide, to survive and to be the best that we can so we could get the most out of life. At least that's what my parents had taught me.

Miranda and Vincent West were good hardworking people. They both had high goals and even higher dreams. Growing up they were both straight A students and graduated from prestige collages and went on to becoming respected workers. Miranda worked in courts providing justice for those who needed her services. A well respected and highly recommended lawyer. Vincent was one of the top Financial Mangers to ever exist and was an on point worker who produced beyond standard work.

The two were a powerhouse couple and everyone expected a powerhouse child. One who would be just as successful and outstanding as them, a child who would be a promising lawyer or financial manager just like her parents? To say I was a disappointment to both sides of my families would be a lie.

My mother was the youngest of two and her parents' greatest pride. I kid you not, grandma and grandpa always recounted stories of how sporty mum was in high school and how great she was on the debate team. Those visits always left me feeling a little glum because Aunt Helen (mom's older sister) would get a dark look on her face and leave. Aunt Helen was married and had 3 children, both grandma and grandpa stay with her and her family because we live in Washington whilst they stay in Nevada. My mom and Aunt Helen were civil at most with each other but it wasn't due to lack of trying on my mother's part.

My dad on the other hand was the eldest of four. His mom had passed away already so it was just papa Fred alive but he stayed in a home and dad and his brother's only visited on public holidays. Dad said that Papa Fred didn't remember much anymore and that he thought it'll be easier if mom and I stopped coming along. Dad was crying that day we had last visited and Papa Fred had told dad to tell the nurse and her child to leave because it was a family visit.

Dad had three younger brothers and all of them were single and had no children. All three of them were young successful bachelors who enjoyed the freedom of being single and having money. They called often and made visits but most of those were spent with them hassling dad about going out with them to have fun.

In a bunch that pretty much summed up my family. Besides me of course.

I was the only child born to Miranda and Vincent West and from the look of things most likely to be the last. My parents were loving and great, they took care of me the best they could and did their best to ensure I was happy. I loved them with every part of my being just as I knew they loved me. They always made it a point to tell me to follow my own path and protect the things I love and value with everything I had.

Dad had a saying, a moral code I guess "Never allow yourself to be defined by someone else's opinion of you". He taught me that when I was 8 and grandpa and grandma scolded me for not being as active in school like mom. I hadn't told mom about the pressure grandma and grandpa made me feel, that I felt like I was living in her shadows.

Mom on the other hand had her own motto. "If Plan A doesn't work. The alphabet has 25 more letters. Stay Cool". She had shared it with me as if it was her deepest darkness secret, whispering jokingly for me not to tell Dad her secret to success. I was 14 and Dad's youngest brother had called and insinuated that my math grade was too low and that it was a shame I didn't inherit Dad's skill for math. I had told dad that Uncle Ben wanted to congratulate me on my report card. It was a half lie but from the way dad started to boast about his pride in Family support I couldn't find it in me to take it back.

My parents were awesome, the best I could ever ask for. They were the golden couple in our small little town and everyone praised them and they were humble. They were two strong leadership suited people. There was only one snag about having them be so high in demand and popular. I never got to see them much.

I sighed as I watched the credits for Teen Wolf season 4 make its way across my screen. It was over, at least for now which sucked because what else could I watch now. I liked the show well enough I guess. It was an accidental discovery, I wouldn't say it became an addiction because it wasn't but it was a comfort.

*Beep beep*

I groaned and flopped my hand around on the coffee table in search for my phone.

Working late on a case. Sorry sweetie I'll buy you your favourite pizza on the way home

LOVE YOU XOXO

-MOM

I smiled a little sadly at the message. I knew she genuinely felt bad, this wasn't the first time she got held up for work but I was used to it. Dad was on a business trip so that meant that I would be on my own tonight. It was fine, it's okay though I've had 17 years to get used to their absence. They tried, I know they did, they loved me.

I reached out for my laptop and logged in ready to order pizza for dinner. Not a bad way to start my week-end actually. Pizza For dinner, late night television and the entire house to myself. I could throw a party, invite all the kids from school, crank up music real loud and annoy the neighbours, but then where's the fun in that? I'd have to clean up the mess, be a good host and *shiver* socialise.


"PUSH MALLORY YOU CAN DO IT!"

"AAAARGGHHH!"

"YOU'RE ALMOST THERE"


"EMILY! WAKE UP SWEETIE!"

"Mmh… Mom?"

"Who else!? I got your favourite Pizza! Also the pizza delivery boy said to tell you that he would prefer not to get stood up and left waiting at the door with no one answering. He ain't the pizza you ordered by the way"

"What time is it?" I muttered trying to blink the sleep away.

"About 10:45 on a Saturday"

"Did you just get in?"

"No I got in last night and was greeted with the sight of my daughter snoring away on the couch with the television still on and using her expensive laptop as a pillow."

"Mom"

"Yes dear?"

"Stop being so happy it's too early for that shiz"

As mom laughed I did my best to suppress a smile. When I opened my eyes and rolled my neck to get the creaks out I took note of the cup of hot chocolate and plate of cold pizza.

"Now I know why you like to watch this show….. mmh look at those shoulders!"

Taking a sip of my hot chocolate I squinted at the screen. It took a while before I realised that I was actually seeing a shirtless Tyler Hoechlin and Ian Bohen otherwise known as Derek and Peter Hale.

"Oh gosh mom seriously" I groaned

"What! I can appreciate! Especially when a pair of hunky men such as those are gracing my screen on a Saturday Morning. Married I may be but appreciative I am!"

"That didn't even make sense!"


"ONE BIG PUSH COME ON MALLORY!"

"THOMAAS I CAN'T"

"YOU CAN MAL!"

"IT HURTS"


"Emily are you going to come into the store?"

"Too tired."

"Fine. I shouldn't be too long, if you change your mind lock up okay"

I grumbled something that sounded like a sentence and barely acknowledged the sound of the car door slamming. I sat like that for a while enjoying the silence, it wasn't till my phone beeped that I opened my eyes. Just as I was going to dig for the stupid thing that was somewhere in my bag I got distracted.

"Leave those alone!"

"Dude this stuff smells ratchet"

"Haha oh dude look at this shit"

There were three guys and the crazy old lady that usually hung around near the store asking for change. Mom, Dad and I suspect she is homeless and that inside the basket she always lugs around is all she owns. She was nice. She would always give me a smile and watch out for me when I'd be walking home. If I ignored the smell and the rotting sight of her yellow stained teeth, the wiry stringy bird's nest of hair on her head, she looked like any other old women. The men who were harassing her were looking through her basket and no one was helping. She was almost in tears when they ripped something that looked like paper.

Unlike everyone else I couldn't just stand by and watch. So I got out of the car and yelled out making sure I got everyone's attention. I left the car and ran to where they were taunting the women and watched as they scampered off. It was one of the perks of being the daughter of Miranda and Vincent West.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I picked up all the things that fell out of the women's basket.

"Thank you" She brokenly whispered as she stared at the ripped paper on the ground.

"It was nothing" I muttered awkwardly unsure of what to do.

"It's all I own, all I have left since I've come here! It's my only hope" She continued to mutter.

She looked so broken so drowned.


"I- Thomas I-I Love you"

"Shh! I know baby I know. Just one more push okay! One more and we can finally meet her!"

"Thomas were not naming her Esmeralda"

"Let's meet her first okay Mal, one last big push and we'll meet her! You can do it on three"

"Okay. One"

"Two"

"NNnnnnggghhhh!"


I knew we had a blanket in the car, a spare one that I liked to cuddle up in. Looking at the women I knew she would appreciate it. My bag also had a couple of snacks I stuffed into it before I left the house. She needed it more than me.

"Wait here okay" I muttered

As I was making my way to the car I heard the sound of a child laughing.


"I see the head!"


A car was speeding through the lot, it was the same dick heads who were hassling the old lady. The child was stopping on the road. Those idiots aren't watching the road. I could make it, I could save him


"COME ON BABY GIRL! COME MEET DADDY!"


Time seemed to slow, everything started to go slow as I watched the surprise on the little boy's face begin to morph into horror before tears started to fall. The immense pain on my sides as the front of the car rammed into me. The horrific screams of everyone on the sidelines. The last thing I registered before I was surrounded by darkness was the black dark colouring of the tires before all was silent.


"Congratulations Mr Delco you have a daughter"

A man with green eyes and dark hair smiled widely as the nurse handed him a pink bundle. He didn't say anything, no he was too eager to hold his baby girl. It was as he finally laid eyes on the face the pink blankets concealed, that his eyes began to water.

"I have a daughter…" He whispered, voice filled with so much wonder and awe.

"Thomas… I want to see her"

Thomas Delco rushed to his wife's side being careful not jostle the bundle in his arms too much. In bed, where a tired and damp haired women lay was the mother of the baby girl who had recently been delivered. Her dark locks were damp with sweat and her brown eyes were droopy with exhaustion, but the smile on her face was proud. Mallory Delco had never been so happy in her whole life.

The nurse smiled at the family from where she watched. She could see and smell the amount love the parents held for each other and the new born babe. Despite the chemical smells of the hospital room and the stench of blood from the delivery it was a sweet moment.

"Is she healthy?" Mallory asked worry seeping into her voice.

The nurse flashed her yellow gold eyes to assure the young werewolf mother. It was always the case with first time werewolf mothers.

"One of the healthiest pups I've ever had the privilege to deliver, all that's left is for you to fill in the paperwork and rest up" having said that the nurse left the room to allow the new parents some privacy.

There was no sense of time after the nurse had left, Mallory and Thomas just basked in the presence of their new born pup. Cooing at the way she squirmed and how she would twitch.

"Talia" Mallory spoke

"What?" Thomas asked

"Her name is Talia"

Thomas looked at his wife and nuzzled her with affection. She was worth it, she was worth all the sacrifices, worth everything. This was all Thomas needed in his life, these two girls were his world and they were worth every pain, struggle and abuse he had endured. It didn't matter what waited for them outside in the real world because in this moment Thomas was with what mattered.

"It sounds like a strong name" He muttered into his wife's hair not once letting his eyes stray from his pup.

"It means gentle dew from heaven" Mallory sniffled. She was happy yes but she knew that this wasn't permanent. She knew what waited for them outside these walls. Thomas didn't say anything as Mallory began to cry, he just remained silent at her side and stroked her hair trying to console her.

It was in that moment the newly named pup opened her eyes and looked at her parents for the first time. Mallory grinned at the sight of those eyes just as Thomas smirked.

"Hello Talia..*sniff* I'm your mommy *sniff* We've been waiting a long time to meet you"

The babe just wrinkled her nose and blinked before she burrowed herself more into the arms of her mother.

"Welcome to the world Talia Hale"

Thomas couldn't withhold the gasp he let out at the name. He looked at Mallory with wide eyes and tried to hide his pain. Mallory just looked at him with hard stubborn eyes that he fell in love with.

"Talia Evangeline Hale"

"Mal you know we can't-"

"That's her name Thomas. She is a Hale and she will be known as a Hale"

"We can't. I want to, you know I do but we can't. Your Alpha was strict with his rules Mallory and we agreed. She must take on the name Delco even if I wanted her to be called a Hale"

"Her name is Talia Evangeline Hale Tom, and no one- not even my ALPHA can change that. She is our hope, our future" Mallory continued.

Thomas stared at his wife with sad pride. Pride at how much she wanted to name their child Hale and sadness because he knew they couldn't. It was with slick slyness that Thomas picked up the birth certificate and scribbled in his childs name before he showed it to his wife.

Mallory looked at the certificate with amusement and glee. Glee at how sneaky her husband was.

"Alpha Delco may have said that I had to change my name and cut all ties to my family but he said nothing about my children. On paper and in blood Talia will be Hale, she will always be a Hale but we must call her a Delco in front of the pack and everyone else. It's the only way"

Together they laughed, giggled at how devious their plan was and the loop hole they had discovered.

Talia Evangeline Hale was born only seconds after Emily Coretta West died saving a child from being run over. It will be 3 years before Emily would awaken only she would find that she was no longer a West.


I didn't edit this so excuse the mistakes. Review what you think and the purpose of this was more so you could get a feel for Emily's lifestyle before she got reborn.

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