Avery McDonald lived what Georgia referred to as a 'hermit life'. At least she does now, years earlier it was really touch and go for Avery, as she got in with what parents would call a 'bad crowd', this was also the last time she ever did anything remotely 'bad', until she hit Stiles that is. Her old life ended up with her in the hospital at the age of thirteen, which happens to be where she met her friend Georgia.

Georgia had been in the hospital bed beside hers in their small room, she had no hair then, but she did have the biggest smile when Avery had been wheeled inside the room. Georgia informed her that she was the person (aside her family) she had seen since her chemo. After endless persistence, Georgia managed to get through the wall that the then rebellious Avery built up.

Georgia changed her life after they met. Georgia saved her from not only the life she had been leading, but also; herself.

And now she was dead. She was gone.

"We are gathered here today to remember the shining light in all of our lives that was Georgia White." Georgia wasn't all that religious but her parents insisted on a funeral for her in the church. "Taken from our lives by the cruel hand of fate, her memory lives on with the people she knew and had touched with her light."

Georgia died because she fell down her stairs whilst home alone - her parents had been taking her younger sibling to a doctors appointment to check for any complications since they had left the hospital a few weeks earlier. She had been unable to move and had run out of air whilst incapacitated. It was almost like all her fighting against her cancer had been for nothing after all and it made Avery feel sick to her stomach.

"Now her best friend, Avery, would like to say something in remembrance."

There were tons of people from school there. This also made Avery want to vomit; they hadn't known her, they had no right to be there and act like they knew her. Erica was there, along with her group of assholes, including Stiles, Lydia and Scott. They all had sorrowful looks on their faces, as if they knew what Avery was going through. But they didn't and now Avery was alone.

She quietly walked past everyone continuously avoiding eye contact, walking towards the little podium that she was meant to stand at to give her eulogy. Avery passed the pastor and thanked him almost silently for her introduction. She stood there, in front of everyone beginning to remember her slight fear of crowds before her eyes focused on the glossy, black coffin that held her best friend.

"My name is Avery McDonald." The words came out of her mouth, before she even knew what she was doing, "I am Georgia's best friend… Or, I was." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to shed them, Georgia had seen too many of her tears and she'll be damned if she saw any more. "Not many of you will know this, but Georgia saved me a long time ago, she saved me from myself. To be honest, she's continued to save me ever since as well. The passed month has been hard for me. Really hard."

A lone tear slid down her face, even though she was willing herself to hold it back. Sometimes Avery wished she was the cop from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, as he had the emotional stability of a well cemented building. Her eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered in the church, her orbs landing on Georgia's weeping family who stood next to her own weeping family. She continued roving the crowd, looking for one person in particular and felt an immense amount of relief when she found him. The Sheriff was standing next to his son's group, but his eyes (which held understanding and comfort) remained on her own, giving her strength to carry on.

"She's been my rock, my source of comfort for a long time, something she didn't need to do, but gladly did anyway and for that I will continue to be eternally grateful. That's the way Georgia was, she thought of others before herself and she never asked for anything in return. My only wish, apart from wishing she was still with us and able to grow up as well as see her little sister grow up; is that I had been able to repay her in some way." Avery took in a shuddering breath, "Because she deserved it, completely. Georgia was the best thing that happened in a long time to Beacon Hills and we should never ever forget her or how strong she was." She let out a small chuckle to at the ending statement she had written, "After all, she not only survived cancer, but also most of high school." There was a small croaky laugh from the crowd, through their own tears and Avery thanked them all, before rushing away from the podium.

Avery watched from under the arms of her step-father and the Sheriff, tears streaming down her face as she watched her best friends coffin being lowered into her grave. Georgia wasn't in it, she was in an urn after being cremated, but she wanted to have her own plot in her family's cemetery, next to her older brother who had died not long after being born, almost nineteen years ago.

Her gravestone was simple, reading 'Georgia Loren White, Beloved Friend and Daughter, Cancer Survivor, Vampire Diaries Lover'.

"Do want to be alone?" Troy was honestly the best person in her life right now, he truly understood that she would need to be alone at times, but also that she would sometimes need comfort.

Avery nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving where her friend's grave stood and wrapped her arms around her tighter when the two arms left her body.

"Call us if you need us." It was the Sheriff that has spoken, but Troy had nodded along before they both left the cemetery. Avery was sitting now, right next to the gravestone, her head resting on it and tears that she wasn't able to shed earlier now escaping. This had been the longest month for her and she wasn't sure she was surviving.

It was at times like this she wishes she was as strong as Georgia had been.

"You know, you should really be at home now. It's freezing and you get sick easy."

Avery's head snapped up in fright, staring at the person who spoke to her. Her eyes widened with shock, her heart beat increasing and her mouth was unhinged at her jaw. It couldn't be, Avery thought her eyes roving the figure that spoke, it was impossible.

"Uh, Dad?" Stiles stood awkwardly in the doorway of the dinning room in the Stilinski residence, he was unsure of how to approach the subject of Avery with his father. He was beginning to understand that they were in fact very close, something which he himself was slightly jealous of, even though he had absolutely no idea how exactly Avery and his father became 'BFFs'.

His father was pouring over case files which lay on the wooden table, his eyes searching for little clues that will somehow solve the issues and close the cases forever, allowing some of the people involved closure. But when his only son spoke to him, asking for his attention he gave it to him gladly. If the Sheriff had learnt anything with the death of Georgia White, it was definitely that he should treasure his time with his son. Although, the Sheriff had begun to realise over the years that all time spent with Stiles usually amounted in either trouble or injury, for many people.

"What's up?"

Stiles' lip twitched at his fathers attempt at being 'hip'. "I wanted to ask you about Avery McDonald." He smiled at the thought of the odd and suddenly surprisingly violent girl, but it immediately fell when he noticed the disapproving look that his fathers face took on. "What?"

The Sheriff sighed before standing to pour more whiskey into his small glass, "Leave her alone."

Confusion flooded Stiles' face.

"I mean it, Stiles." He took a long sip of his drink, "Stay away from her. She's been through a lot this month, especially this week. She just lost one of the most important people in her life. She does not, under any circumstances, need whatever the hell you did to her hanging over her head." The Sheriff stared his son, who was beginning to look uncomfortable, "Speaking of which; what did you do to her?"

Stiles shook his head, "Nothing, but I do want to have the chance to apologise."

The Sheriff let out a bark of laughter, "Apologise for nothing?" He shook his head, "That girl is like a daughter to me and she has literally been through hell since she was young, so you need to back the hell off." He waved his hand in a shooing motion, glad his son did what he asked for once as he watched Stiles ascend to the stairs.

When Stiles did reach his room he let out a snort of his own amusement, like he would ever actually listen to his father. He, of course, had to work harder to get to her.

But Stiles would admit that he was starting to become intrigued by Avery McDonald. And Stiles always did love an old fashioned mystery.