The next time Chris Argent shows up in my life, we're once again in the role of adults supporting a plan made by children. His daughter isn't among them and I can't even look at him for fear that my pain would trigger his. I want to ask him about Isaac, but I don't think it's a good idea. I talk to Isaac at least once a week and I have to accept that he's not lying to me and he's doing ok. Or at least that he's better than he was when he left. It was the strangest thing, to know that Isaac is trained to be a hunter by Chris Argent's grandparents. And not just because it's a werewolf being trained to hunt. They must be a hundred!

I'm careless for a split second and he catches me looking at him and smiling. I was thinking of a funny story Isaac told me about making cognac using the old Argent family recipe. I look away and he doesn't comment.

He is my inspiration for my "Scott is dead scene". I let myself feel the pain he must have felt when he found his daughter dead. Both Scott and Isaac told me on separate occasions, both deeply shocked, how Chris had coached them to answer to the police inquiry. Poor Chris. I can't help wondering what Rafe would do in that situation. Would he stay collected and try to deal with the loss as advised by FBI training manuals? Or would he go the Peter Hale route and kill anyone involved in his son's death?

But I know what kind of man Chris Argent is. A man who keeps fighting for an ideal even when he no longer has any emotional involvement. He is working alongside the woman who summoned the creatures that killed his daughter because it's the right thing to do.

Even close mouthed, brooding Derek talked to me about Chris. He told me about the time when the Nogitsune was possessing him and he went to Argent's apartment to kill him. The Argents had burned down his house and killed most of his family. I could see the werewolf remembering the unbridled rage he'd felt. Apparently the hunter had done some ninja style moves and broken free. Derek had seen his life ending while Chris Argent held a gun to his head. Derek knew himself to be the reason for Victoria's death. He would have understood the hunter for killing him. The shock was that the man hadn't.

"And all he said, was Derek I don't want to kill you. Don't make me kill you. I still can't understand. If I had the chance to kill Kate, I would take it. Hell, I wanted to kill him just because he was an Argent and his kind has killed mine for generations. I can't help wondering why is he still alive. Maybe it's just mechanical. Just his training. His instincts are keeping him alive when he has nothing left to live for."

When Derek spoke, I remembered what the Darach said when she brought him. You are making this sacrifice. We were going to be sacrificed, but he was making the sacrifice. Scott told me later that Chris Argent had left himself captured knowing that she was going to take him where Stiles' dad and I were.

Through the whole bloody mess with mystical foxes and the fake death of my son… I watch Chris Argent's reactions. Derek and Isaac were right. He is on auto pilot. I've seen people between life and death before. Up to a point, the self-preservation instinct keeps them alive. But if they don't find something to live for… their bodies just give up. I wrote too many reports for deaths on my watch to miss the signs.

When Scott brings Chris Argent in my ER, he's so good at pretending that at first I can't see how badly he's hurt.

I improve at guessing his wounds because I get a lot of practice. He is hurt so often and he heals so much slower than Scott or Isaac. I worry about him. I prefer to be annoyed with him so that I don't allow any other feelings to develop.

Chris is not a good patient. He always fights my instructions. Always pushes the limits of my recommendations. More than once I have to resort to threatening to restrain him like a mental patient if he doesn't behave.

I can't have him die. He's the only one standing between us and darkness. Stilinski and I both know what's out there, but the most we can do is sometimes protect someone who did a pretty good job of protecting themselves and they ended up in jail or the ER. We're sometimes talking over lunch about the people he didn't arrest and about the wounds I didn't report. What use is to anyone to jail the surviving victim of a werewolf attack? And I'd certainly be under supervision if I described certain slashes in any terms that might sound close to werewolf-y. So… a lot of our reports read "unknown animal attack".

And then we send a message to Chris Argent, who handles things.

Last night I was watching Pulp Fiction again on Netflix and I had to call my friends.

"Don't you think that Argent is a lot like Harvey Keitel's character?"

He laughs and repeats this to Natalie. She laughs, too. I smile. My friends. We are in the select club of being parents to children who fight monsters. When I hang up, I want to call Peter. But Peter's in Eichen House and if we're very, very lucky, he will never get out. It's been two years now and I still get the urge to use him for sex and arguments.

Chris shows up the next day and I freak out because I got to be very adept at guessing his wounds and I can't see what's wrong with him. I lock the door and putting on the gloves.

"Where are you hurt?"

"I'm not."

I am so relieved to hear that I don't even care why he's there. I feel like hugging him and mussing his hair like I would with Scott or Isaac. But the eyes looking back at me are not my Scott's warm brown. They're piercing blue and I have to stop laughing.

He was a patient, he is a werewolf hunter, he will always be Allison's dad. I never before allowed myself to find him attractive. When the rumors about us started, I was amused and a little depressed. A guy so rich, powerful and damn hot… having an affair with a single mother full time nurse and the same age as him… Yeah, that would happen! I bet that when he's not killing evil creatures, he's sleeping with barely legal supermodels or hot huntresses with the flexibility of gymnasts.

But he is damn gorgeous and it's been so long since Peter... His proximity affects me more than I can handle. The thought of Peter is probably very high up in my mind because by the end of the conversation I hear myself telling him that

"My last date was with Peter Hale."

I run out of the room feeling like an idiot.