Yay ^^ My first installment of a fluff chapter whoot whoot! This is set right after the last chapter.

Anyway, enjoy ;)

xxx

SSC

"This is your car?" He asked exiting his house with her. His gaze was mainly focused on the vehicle parked in front of his house.

"Yes" She uttered with vague interest. She pulled out her car keys and pressed down on the unlock button that made a sharp beep noise emit from the car, and its side lights flashed a few times.

Stiles stared at the Chevorlet Aveo Sedan in awe. From the look of it he guessed it to be an older 2005 model. When she had first told him he had a car he didn't really know what to expect but now seeing the streamlined, blue-pastel colour car. He had to admit—it suited her perfectly. Though he was expecting the car to be a dark red like her hair, but Ariel was too inconspicuous to select such a vibrant colour.

He followed her around the front of the car to the driver's side. Waiting patiently as she yanked off her duffle bag, opened the car door, and threw the bag on to the passenger seat before closing the door again.

"So uh what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked sheepishly while trying to hide his true intentions. She leaned back against the door and smiled at him.

"Considering this was all spontaneous. Which is not my forte by the way—my answer is nothing." She replied with a firm nod of her head. Stiles grinned and stepped closer to her, his fingers toying with the key in her hand.

"Well not nothing, I was hoping you would go out with me, tomorrow night?" He spoke suggestively, staring deep into her electric blue eyes. They were lustrous in that fond way they always were around him.

"What time should I come over?" She asked her finger tips tracing the plaid design of his shirt, he smiled.

"I'll pick you up at seven thirty-ish. Depending on how long it will take to convince my dad. He has been a lot more protective ever since I told him about all the creatures in this town."

She regarded him with her dazzling eyes "So spending time with me might not be the best solution,"

Stiles shook his head in dismissal "No its okay. He likes you in fact I think he might want you to come over for dinner some time—soon."

He tucked a thick strand of her deep auburn hair behind her ear. Marveled by the silkiness of it and wondering why he just couldn't stop touching her. Her blue eyes narrowed down at him and his cheeky smile. Seeing through his intentions to why he really wanted her to come to dinner.

"Sure, just make sure to have a proper spice rack next time." She poked him in the chest. Stiles grinned from ear to ear.

"You see right through me don't you?" He murmured fondly, she shrugged heedlessly.

"Indeed," She whispered and pulled him close, Stiles moved to her without hesitation. She liked being near him, his warmth was addictive, just like his scent. He always smelled like cool mint and fresh laundry. Clean and crisp.

"Do they know you are coming back to the pent house?" Stiles wandered out loud. She knew he was referring to the twins.

Ariel looked to him and saw the way his eyebrows were furrowed in thought. He didn't know how to feel about her living with them again, knowing Aiden's intentions. He knew they weren't as dominating as before, but he had the right to be a little wary.

"No but I doubt they would be there, probably off enjoying the weekend." Ariel answered in vague interest. Knowing the twins, she figured they would be out enjoying their teen live with the ones they wanted to be with.

"Ariel, you are back." She was surprised by the enthusiastic greeting she received when entering the pent house. Ethan rushed to her side grinning widely. He wore his usual workout clothes—red tight sport vest and black jogging pants—his body was sleek with sweat and their hair damp and sticking up.

"Do contain your enthusiasm Ethan. It's only been a week." She murmured though a smile wormed its way across her face. He rolled his eyes at her sardonic words.

"I am allowed to miss you," He grumbled, her attention drifted to Aiden. He walked over looking equally disheveled in matching sportswear like his brothers, except his vest was a dark blue.

He sniffed at the air around her "How's the boyfriend? I can smell him all over you."

"Speaking of smells. We do own a shower use it once in a while." She grumbled walking past them and into the living room, they followed her eagerly.

"I knew she liked you more because you were cleaner." Aiden noted poking his brother in the chest. Ethan grumbled obscenities and rubbed at the soreness his twin caused.

"Yeah that's why she likes me. Nothing to do with your overwhelming presence." Ethan taunted, Aiden grinned.

"Well what can I say? I have charm."

Ariel stood beside the other twin and they exchanged questioning glances.

"The man is deluded," She concluded Ethan chuckled and Aiden frowned.

"So did you bring me anything?"Ethan asked eagerly looking to her duffle bag which still remained hanging beside her.

"Us, did you bring us anything?" Aiden corrected, Ariel looked between the two.

"Was I supposed to?"

The twins simultaneously crescent fell.

"Oh come on, you went on a road trip to God knows where, you didn't think about us for a second?" Aiden exclaimed.

"You know how I feel about sentiment. If you wanted something you could have just called and asked." She reminded bringing her bag around and placing it on the head of the couch.

"Bet she brought Stilinski something." Ethan grumbled to his brother in teasing envy.

"Or gave him a little something—something." Aiden retorted snickering. Ariel let out a sigh and started shaking her head in disbelief. Questioning herself if living with these 'brats' was a good option for her mental health. She silently pulled out a packet of chips and a separate small hard black bag and turned to them.

"Here, happy?" She shoved the gifts roughly into their crossed arms. Aiden's eyes lit up like the fourth of July.

"Doritos, How did you know?" She shot him a flat look as he eagerly ripped open the seal of the bag. She glanced at Ethan who pulled out a pair of white wires from within the corrugated black bag.

"Headphones, How did you know mine were missing?" Recognised the minuscule devices attached to the wires.

"Because Aiden broke it and I saw him toss it out the window." She said nudging a thumb in the other brother's direction. Aiden paused mid chewing when Ethan glared daggers at him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to mention that." He glowered down at Ariel who was not in the least bit intimidated.

"You assumed I wasn't going to say anything." She spoke almost chidingly. He rolled his eyes at her words. Ariel smirked victoriously. He muttered a few inaudible words, pivoted and made his way to the kitchen.

"Ah...Ariel. Welcome back." Deucalion emerged from his bedroom and in to the kitchen. She tensed. The walking stick hitting the walls was a usual reminder of his presence. Without it the man was stealthy and quiet. He was smiling warmly, in a way that deepened the friendly creases of his face. She didn't return the gesture and looked to Ethan who wished he had a knife, to cut through the tension.

"I am going to go to bed, night." Ariel said to Ethan who nodded and sent her a soft smile. She picked up her bag and made her way to the rooms, passing her uncle.

"Still cold as ever." He whispered to her, she chose to ignore him.

Ariel felt a lot more relaxed after the cold shower she had. The cool water washed away the exhaustion from her long drive back. Her hair was still damp and she scrubbed her lilac towel through the wet tresses, while sitting on the edge of her bed. Her beeping phone caught her attention.

She glanced at the flashing screen, it was Stiles. Ariel answered with an air of ease. Though internally she was giddy as a child with a jar of cookies.

"So settled in?" Stiles inquired, skipping the usual 'hello's'. She smiled, her gaze wandering around her room.

"It's not like I am the British settling a colony, I just left for a week." He chuckled at her words in a way that made her heart race, pleasantly.

"Yeah I know just asked if you were doing alright."

"I am fine, the twins were welcoming. "

"And your uncle, Deucalion?" Her smile wavered. Stiles could practically picture her expression, judging from her lengthy silence.

"He was, doesn't mean I have to be." She grumbled scornfully.

Stiles was sitting on his bed reading a book when he had decided to call her. It surprised him that she was so deeply affected by Deucalion's actions. She refused to acknowledge his presence. She was a lot more lenient with the twins, but reevaluating the situation the twins had showed empathy when her uncle lacked.

"You can sure hold a grudge huh. Which is fine I mean, he did leave you for dead." Stiles flinched instantly the moment left his lips.

What are you doing? Reminding her of all that. He cursed himself repeatedly.

"Wasn't that a pleasant experience?" She scoffed in that sarcastically amused way that instantly eased him.

"Indeed."

Ariel gaped at his familiar tone. Her eyes narrowed and the corner of her lips curled in humorous contempt.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No of course not," He replied in a feigned sardonic manner.

Ariel was unconvinced. He was resisting the urge to snicker, but stopped when he remembered the reason behind his random call.

"So there is a slight problem and I feel like a complete idiot for forgetting."

"What is it?" She asked in that soft voice that always soothed him, but there was a slightly concern to her tone.

"Scott and I planned to go to the movies tomorrow night. We were planning to watch the second Star Trek movie."

There was silence from her end and Stiles began nibbling on the skin around his thumb nail, nervously.

"Oh I see, its fine I mean you have previous commitments I understand—"

"Yeah but I wondering if you want to come with?" He abruptly added, cutting into her disenchanted words.

Ariel hesitated, spending time with Stiles was one thing but she wasn't sure about Scott. Not that she had a diversion to the boy. She worried he didn't approve of her. Which was a revelation, Ariel never cared much for another person's opinion on her—so why was she hesitating?

"You and Scott, is he okay with it I don't want to intrude on your time with—"She began.

"Nah its fine, the guy is probably sick to death of me and I want you to meet Scott, without the usual curtains of mass murder and werewolf politics." Stiles's witty statement eased her strain, her tone lightened.

"If you are certain—"

"I am," He concluded firmly. Her cheeks felt warm and she didn't know why.

"Alright I'll see you then and what do you mean the second Star Trek, I haven't seen the first." She heard the sharp sound of his hand making light contact with his forehead.

"Oh yeah, figured you would notice that." He groaned knocking the back of his cranium against his head board "I can tell you all about it in vivid detail."

The statement sounded completely ridiculous to him. How was he going to explain the entire first movie and expect her to understand?

"Well I am free now." Her words surprised him. His internal conflict eased and his hand dropped back to his side. Stiles grinned crookedly and shifted his body in to a comfortable position on the bed, and began the tale.

Little did he know—Ariel was lying down on her bed. Eager to listen and learn.