I stare out the window and was lost in a cloud. Busy travelers chatted loudly. I lean back in my seat and begin thinking.
Would Samantha be okay with me finding her? What is my family like? Would someone answer the questions Samantha refused to?
Before I knew it I was in a deep sleep.
I stood in a small warehouse. I scrunch my eyes trying to see into the darkness. I'm able to see Samantha standing in a corner.
"Samantha" I called, tapping on her shoulder. Not receiving a response, I repeated her name.
Instead of responding she faints to the ground. Her skin is pale and her face holds no emotion. I kneel beside her, concerned .
"Samantha, are you okay" I asked touching her cold forehead.
She doesn't answer.
I scooped Samantha into my arms and began to run without direction. Within seconds I was standing in front of a small animal clinic. I charge inside but freeze noticing a body on a bed behind an open door; it was Samantha.
I look down as Samantha began to squirm in my arms. I helped her steady herself after I put her down. Slowly she walked to her body.
"Goodbye Sam." She looked at me as a single tear ran down her cheek. She sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled loudly. She lied down, disappearing into her body.
I stared at the body, waiting for her to stand; but nothing happened. I look up to see a bright light shining. Blinded by the light I begin to walk towards it. The closer I walked to the light; the brighter it seemed.
I find myself standing in a parking lot. It was a dream; most of it. I turned and saw the clinic from my dream.
I slowly walk into the clinic then looked around the dim light waiting room. I look past the counter into a room. My heart stops seeing people crowded into a circle.
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Peter's pov
We stood silently around Samantha. We were told to say our goodbyes, but that's too painful.
Two long months of hoping and dreaming that she would be okay were wasted. She was leaving, and there was nothing we could do about it. My heart beat matched the beeping of the heart monitor that she was attached to; constant, but slow.
The beeps became a single and continuous screech, causing everyone to stop breathing. She was gone.
I put my head in hands to cover the tears that were forming. Everyone was silence expect Stiles. He kept repeating no until his voice gave out due to his sobs. I lifted my head once I felt two hands on my shoulder. Standing beside me was Derek and Cora.
Not wanting to see my daughter's dead body, I stood and headed towards the door. I froze when I heard Deaton telling someone that they couldn't go back there. I turned my head to see a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes running towards me. Trying to protect the people behind me, I shift to my wolf form. I put my arms up to block him from getting in. With ease he was able to knock me out of my stance. Unable to regain my footing, I fell to the floor. I watch as he rushed to Samantha.
He grabbed her forearm and began to roar. His grip on her arm tightened as he continued.
My breath hitched in my throat as I see Samantha's eyes quickly open. Her eyes burn the same blue as mine. She opened her mouth to let out a loud, firse roar. All of us watched as the two roared together. His eyes flickered back and forward from his regular blue color to the glowing amber color before they stopped in the glowing amber.
That's when it hit me. This boy was a werewolf. Does he have a pack? Is he trying to hurt my pack or help it?
I was so caught up in my thought that I didn't realize that they both had stopped roaring. Both staring intensely into each other eyes. Slowly both of their eyes returned back to normal.
"Samuel?" Samantha whispered before falling unconscious .
Everyone was standing with shocked and confused faces. I stood from the ground to walk towards the boy. Once I reached him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell backward. I caught the boy before he hit the ground. I gently laid him on the floor.
"What do we do now?" I questions not taking my eyes off of the unconscious boy.
"We wait." Deaton said coming over to check to see if the boy was still alive.
Luckily both Samantha and the boy that I came to know to be Samuel was still alive.
It's been two days and Samuel hasn't woken. I watched him from a distance.
"How do you know him?" I asked Samantha, who sat in the corner.
Samantha looked up from her phone. "I had afew dreams about him." she answered. "He's my brother."
"There's no way I have another child. There's only you. Isabella and I had A child." I exaggerated. "I would have known if I had another child."
Samantha stood and moved to the boy. "He looks like you." she pointed, standing over him. "You let me believe that you didn't know I existed. You can't do that with him."
This time I wasn't pretending. I really don't know this kid.
Samuels eyes slowly begin to open. He looked around with a questioning look.
"Youre not dreaming, bro." Samantha smirked as Samuel continued to look around.
"What happened?"
"I died. You brought me back." Samantha quickly explained. "You fainted, and two days later here you are: awake."
Samuel began to stand, but fell. "I meant to do that." He lied, climbing back on the table. "How did you die?"
"That's a LONG story." Samantha exaggerated. Samantha reached out and rubs Samuels earlobe causing him to laugh. She lowered her hand with a smile. "You two have the same tickle spot!" she yelled to me.
I shrug my shoulders. I was not convinced.
She rushed to her bag in the corner. "Should I have bought this?" She asked holding up a shirt.
"No." Samuel and I answered in unison.
She reaches and covers my ears. I watch her and Samuel have a small conversation. She lowers her hands.
"Why don't you like this shirt?"
"First it doesn't match your skin tone, and secondly, it doesn't cover you completely." I complained, taking the crop top from her hand.
"Congratulations, you have a son!" Samantha smirked. "You two had the same answer." She explained.
"So, he agrees that the shirt is too short?"
"We are not going to talk about that right now." She takes the top from me.
"Samuel!" a voice entering the animal clinic yelled. "Samuel, where are you? Sa... Aww."
Curious, I peeked around the corner into the waiting room. I saw a dark skinned girl happily watching a puppy in a cage.
"You are so cute. What's wrong with da poor thang." She asked in a high pitched voice. She reaches for the cage, but the dog barked back. "Ooh!" the girl gasped, pulling her hand to herself.
I turn back, to see Samuel lying down.
"SAMUEL!" The girl rushed to Samuel. "What did they do to you? You did this." She accused, pointing at me. "I will sue your ass. You're a murderer. You're gonna be locked up, and I am going to take everything you own." She turns back to Samuel and begins to run her fingers through Samuel's hair. "We use to go to the park and play frisbee. You would have caught it and brought it back to me. Why did they do this to you?" She steps back and begins to pase. "I'm gonna sue. I'm gonna sue." The girl repeated.
Not being able to lie still any longer, Samuel began to laugh. "I can't do this anymore."
She walked back to Samuel and punched him in the arm. "Get your lying ass up. Why would you even do that?"
"It was to show how crazy you are." Samuel answered smiling. Samuel stood as the girl wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry Morgan." He pulled her into a hug.
"You couldn't wait until I introduced myself. Now, they think I'm crazy like medical crazy." The girl said while turning towards Samantha and I.
"Who are you." I questioned.
"Hey I'm Morgan. I'm his baby mama." She pointed towards Samuel.
"Really." I acted like I couldn't tell that she was lying.
They looked towards each other and started laughing.
"I'm confused. Is he a werewolf? I'm pretty sure he would have told me that I was lying. I mean Sam does it all the time." Morgan asked.
"Werewolves are not real. That's the biggest myth ever." I stated trying to cover up the fact that she was surrounded by them.
"Yea he's one." She said looking me up and down. "Just look how he's trying to cover it up. Don't worry. I know about werewolves. Who do you think helped Sam through his first full moon?"
"I still don't think poking me with a ruler was a good idea." Samuel laughed.
"It wasn't like you could get out." Morgan shrugged.
"Morgan you had me in a dog cage. If a dog can find a way to get out, I pretty sure that a werewolf could too."
"That's why I put mountain ash around the cage." Morgan admitted.
"Where did you get mountain ash from?" Deaton asked coming into the room.
"From Amazon of course, and before you ask me how did I know it would work. I put some in front of Sam's door, and he couldn't come out." Morgan said still having her back turned towards Deaton.
"I don't remember that." Samuel said running his hand through his hair.
"That's because when I screamed your name like some one was trying to kill me, you ran head on into the force that the mountain ash was making. You was knocked out for at least two hours. You didn't even know where you were, but luckily you started to remember after a day or two." Morgan explained turning around. When she seen Deaton, her eyes went huge. She stood there frozen as she smiled at him. I thought that maybe she knew Deaton because of her reaction but was I wrong.
"No Morgan." Samuel warned.
"Hello I'm Morgan and your bald." Morgan said sweetly. "I like bald people. They remind me of bald eagles. May I?"
"No." Samuel simply said.
With that Morgan turned around and said,"Are you in this conversation. I didn't think so. Now shut the hell up." With that she turned back to Deaton. She raised her hands in the air and ask again. I might not know this girl, but I think Deaton made a huge mistake with nodding his head. As soon as he gave her permission to do I don't even know what, she quickly placed her hands on his head.
"It's so shiny." She said rubbing the top of his head. "I wonder what it smells like."
"Morgan do not sniff that man's head." Samuel said.
"I have to. I can't help myself." She yelled.
I got to admit that it was funny to see her smell his head. I was taking this situation better than Samantha. Samantha had moved to the wall to support herself as laughter consumed her whole body.
"It smells like green apples. Samuel do you think it..."
"Morgan if you bite him, I will drag you out of this place and back to Georgia!" Samuel threatened.
Morgan looked between Samuel and Deaton. Deaton looked calm as ever and Samuel looked like he was waiting for her to do something. Morgan let out a heavy breath and moved back to Samuel.
"I hope you're happy with yourself. Now I will never know if his head tasted like green apples." Morgan huffed crossing her arms.
"Ecstatic." Samuel answered.
The room was quiet until Deaton spoke, "I'm just checking on you two."
"I'm good." Samuel answers.
"Other than being annoyed, I'm fine." Samantha rolled her eyes.
"I already told you, I only have ONE kid: you, and no more." I explained.
"He's your son." Deaton interrupted.
"I already said he's not... What!" I screamed.
"Yep!" Morgan yelled. "You are the father. Say it Doc."
"You are the father." Deaton stated confused.
"No, Doc. Put some attitude in it!" Morgan ordered.
"You are the father." Deaton repeated with more confidence.
"Thats what I'm talking about." Morgan cheered.
"Morgan, calm the hell down." Samuel ordered.
Morgan slowly sat back down beside Samuel. "You are the father." Morgan mumbled before being shushed by Samuel.
"I might have asked for a DNA test." Samantha innocently explained.
"'Might' means yes, and 'maybe' means hell to the na." Morgan corrected.
"Morgan, you have to get over that."
"Hell to the no." Morgan argued. "You told me MAYBE that spider would bite me. You lied. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks."
"You were there because they thought you were crazy."
"You put fake spiders in my hospital bed."
"Glad I did it."
"Take that back." Morgan ordered.
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
"You dont have any hair on your chinny chin chin." Morgan said grumpily.
"ENOUGH!" Samantha yelled. "As funny as it is, I can't take it anymore. I'm about to go insane listening to you two fight and these damn cats and dogs."
"Preach it!" Morgan yelled, raising her hand. She walks over to a cage with a cat inside. "This cat has been licking itself since I've walked in. Nasty."
The cat looks up and hissed at Morgan. Morgan hissed back while crossing her eyes.
Deaton pulled Morgan away from the cat. "That cat has heart problems."
"Oh, poor thang." Morgan pouted, peeking over Deaton's shoulder to look at the cat.
"That's our cue to go." I shook my head.
I waited for Samantha and Samuel to gather their belonging. I watched as Morgan kept looking at Dr. Deaton. She was definitely up to something.
"Thanks again for helping me get better." Samantha said while giving Deaton a hug.
"No problem Samantha." Deaton smiled.
We all started walking towards the front, but Samuel made everyone stop.
"Give them to me." Samuel reached out his hand to Morgan.
"I have no idea what you possibly want from me." Morgan said in a British accent.
"You can give them to me or I will tackle you to the ground and take them from you."
"What does she have?" Samantha questioned.
"Do you want to tell them what you took without permission?" Samuel asked.
"I don't have anything well except my beauty, brain, and amazing dance moves."
"Morgan give it to me." Samuel continued to hold out his hand.
"Fine!" Morgan screamed. She reached in her purse and pulled out a pair of gloves and a mask. She started to hand them to Samuel, but at the last minute she ran out of the place yelling,"I just wanted to play doctor!"
"You can't play doctor!" Samuel scream running out of the place after her.
"Let her keep them. I don't even care." Deaton said moving behind his desk.
"Ok I got her so let's leave before she does something else." Samuel said dragging Morgan back inside with the gloves and mask on. "Morgan tell Dr. Deaton thanks for giving you the gloves."
After Samuel let go of Morgan, she walked to Deaton.
"Thank you. You're such a kind sir." Morgan said. She turned to walk away, but quickly kissed the top of Deaton's head. She raced past Samantha and I with Samuel behind her.
"I told you to say thanks not freak the man out. I am really sorry for her. She's really nice, but you have to get use to her craziness." Samuel told Deaton as he ran back out the door. "You are going to get yourself put in jail Morgan."
We just laughed and said our goodbyes to Deaton and left after having to force Morgan into the car. I don't know how I'm going to deal with three teens, and one of them is crazy. Wait are they staying with me. I'll have to find out because I'm going to have to get something to handle all of them.
A/N: So I really hope you liked this chapter. Yay Samantha lived! I'm sorry if it's too long, but plan on this story having longer chapter then my previous story. Followers/Favorites/ Reviews are really welcomed. Peace.