Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. I do however own the original characters that I create in this story.
But I am claiming Morgan and Alana.
"Well Derek there is some good news to that," Stiles said after Derek had calmed down and was relatively dust free. "She wants to meet you too."
Derek looked at Stiles with untrusting eyes as he waited for Stiles to tell him what the bad news was...and why was he smiling?
"The bad news," Stiles stifled a laugh, "she wants you to take her on a date." If Derek's nostrils had flared any wider at that Stiles was sure he could inhale the couch.
"What?"
"Oh calm down Derek, she just wants to get to know you in an intimate setting. And you can't act like it wouldn't be beneficial for you and us if you did," Scott added with a smile that matched Stiles'.
"Besides," this was Jackson now, "she looks like a total catch. I mean, woowee is she a looker."
As the three boys in front of him smiled from ear to ear with an occasional stifled laugh he felt a new type of anger that he'd never known, "All of you! Out! Right now! Stiles! Scott! Jackson! All of you out this minute!"
"What's the matter Derek, did we hit a nerve?" Stiles said jokingly as he was pushed towards the door.
"Oh come on Derek," Scott pleaded at the door, "you have too. This could be good for us and you did say you wanted to know more about her, so what better way than on a date?"
Derek's glare was as ice cold as the one that Lydia had given Jackson, he slammed the door and yelled for them to leave his property.
"Fine," Scott said as he walked down the stairs making his way to where Jackson had disappeared into the woods before turning back for Stiles.
"Hey Derek!" Stiles yelled to the closed door, "make sure you wear something nice." A growl came from the door and Stiles ran over to Scott with a grin on his face.
"Must you always tease him," Scott asked turning to walk into the woods.
"Why not? He takes himself too seriously as it is, he has to learn to relax a little," Stiles said with a shrug as he followed Scott picking their way through the branches and bramble.
Scott shook his head at his friend before saying, "hey listen, I won't be able to hang tonight. Me and Allison decided to hang out and try to figure out what our game plan should be regarding her family and my issue."
Stiles licked his lips and breathed hard as he crossed the brook by the felled tree they used as a marker, "dude, I don't see why you just don't accept this thing and move on from Allison? Her family is a big deal to her, obviously, and I think it's been already noted that she does care about what they think."
Scott shook his head as he lifted a small branch to walk under holding it up for Stiles, "I don't know about that so much, man. Allison and her mom had this big argument about what she almost did to Jackson and I don't think she really cares about what her mom has to say anymore."
Stiles stepped on a rock and balanced a little as Scott walked back in front of him, "are you sure about that? I mean she did mention her mom saying something about there being more hunters, do you think Allison couldn't get pressured into doing something she'd regret?"
Scott leaped over a dead log and kept walking as he heard Stiles stumble a little trying to get over, "I trust her. And she trusts me...I think." Scott paused before going on not noticing the look Stiles gave him, "but I know she loves me and we've gotten through so much more than this. I don't see how her mom having a few more friends over could change that."
Stiles shook his head as he tried to regain some breath and looked up relieved when he saw his Jeep and Jackson pulling off, "umm hi, she comes from a family of werewolf hunters, her family probably has werewolf hunter friends, you're a werewolf, and given everything that happened I'm pretty sure everything isn't going to be all hunkydory."
Stiles pulled out his keys as they walked past the chain barrier that marked the private property limits. "Scott, I'm just saying that maybe you should expect the worst and hope for the best, that's all I'm saying."
Scott sighed, "and I hear you Stiles, but what I'm saying is that I don't think anything can break us. Not anymore."
"...except maybe high school and her werewolf killing family," Stiles added under his breath as he opened the car door.
"I heard that," Scott said as he got in and pulled on his seat belt.
"I wanted you to," Stiles said as he put the key in the ignition and made a U-turn.
The car ride was relatively silent until Scott finally had to ask, "you really don't trust Morgan?"
Stiles licked his lips and checked his rear-view mirror, "yeah, I mean I guess I do. She did give me this necklace after all."
"And necklace that would protect you from me," Scott said not looking away from Stiles.
"...and Derek apparently. But mostly it's because what she told me the other day in the woods, that she was here to protect me...that I was too valuable to let die," Stiles flexed his fingers on his steering wheel.
"I still don't know what she meant by that, but why would she think she would need to protect you from me? I mean it's not like I did any real harm to you, right," Scott asked with a furrowed brow and a small frown.
Stiles didn't look away from the road and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "you did try and kill me a few times."
Scott leaned back at the intensity in Stiles' voice and the energy that he could feel waving off of him, "and you really believe I would kill you?"
"I'm not saying that..." Stiles said but was interrupted.
"...but you're not not saying it," Scott said with a hurt tone.
"Would you just let me finish what I was saying?" Stiles looked at Scott who was now leaning his head onto the cool glass of the window, "I'm not saying that I don't trust you, I'm just saying that a little protection wouldn't hurt. I can't heal like you, or Derek, or Jackson, and I don't come from a lineage of hunters like Allison. I'm just plain old Stiles: son of the Beacon Hills County Sheriff."
Scott leaned up now and looked at his friend, " don't say that. You're not plain and you are way more that the Sheriff's son. You're my best friend and my rock, I would've gone mad having to deal with all this by myself."
Stiles laughed bitterly to himself, "yeah right, you would've been fine. I'm sure Derek would've came and taken you under his wing like he always tried to do. And I'm pretty sure that you'd have ended up with Allison anyway. So just stop trying to make me feel better about being the weak link of the group, like I was somehow important to this whole thing. I gave up a lot to make sure that you guys were okay and I still ended up with nothing. Jackson got what he wanted, you got Allison back, Allison found out the truth about her family and you, and Lydia...I still don't have Lydia, and now she's something more than she was and apparently a big enough problem that some girl from the blue feels the need to help us. So just save it and worry about you and Allison, like always."
Scott was stunned still and what he just heard, where was all of this coming from? This malice...this bitterness, it was not Stiles. Stiles was the goofy kid who liked weird toppings on his pizza and cried for a weak straight when his mom died. Stiles was the kid who would keep odd hours researching things that had nothing to do with school. Stiles was the kid that had made sure to celebrate every birthday with him since everything started to go bad between his mom and his dad. This wasn't Stiles, Scott didn't know who this was.
"And stop with that look," Stiles said with eyes slightly red and focused on the road. "I'm still the same Stiles, just a bit more real about how everything is." The car ride to Scott's house was excruciatingly silent after that. No words were spoken as Scott got his backpack and stepped out of the Jeep. Even as he leaned back in to say goodbye or something, Stiles kept his eyes forward and his grip tight on the steering wheel. Scott closed the door and leaned away from the car and Stiles peeled out of the driveway and sped down the road. Scott stood in his driveway watching where his friend had just been before his phone buzzed, it was a text from Allison.
-Are we still on for tonight? -A
Scott sighed and walked to his front door as he replied.
-Sure, can't wait. -S
As he went to put his phone away he received another text from Allison.
-You okay? -A
Scott thought about what had just happened in the car.
-I think Stiles and I aren't friends anymore. -S
He put his key in the lock right as the phone rang.
"Tell me everything," Allison said in a concerned voice.
Scott sighed into the receiver, "where do I begin?"
Stiles pulled into the driveway of his home his dad's car wasn't here, which wasn't new, but today it bothered Stiles a bit more than it should. He put his car in parked and slumped against his steering wheel breathing heavily, he had to calm himself down. After a while he picked his head up and saw Danny pull into his driveway and laughed silently to himself. Here he was needing someone to talk to and there Danny was. The boys had lived on the same block for most of their lives but Stiles knew next to nothing about Danny. He got out of his car and walked down the block to where Danny was getting his things out of his car. Scott cleared his throat trying not to startle the boy who was busying himself with the contents of his back seat, but failed when Danny jumped and hit his head trying to get out of the car.
"I'm sorry," Stiles said with a worried look as he moved closer to Danny.
"Nah, it's cool," Danny said rubbing the top of his head. "Anything I could help you wi_" he stopped short noticing Stiles' red eyes and the flush of his cheeks. He sighed and put a small smile on his face, "you wanna come in for a minute?"
Stiles looked back to where his Jeep was parked in his driveway before nodding yes. He helped Danny with his lacrosse gear up to the house, taking the helmet from the boy as he tried to put the key in the lock.
"My parents are home," Danny said, "but we can sit up in my room. I'll get my mom to bring us some snacks."
Stiles nodded before asking, "I'm not bothering you am I? I just remembered you said if I ever needed to talk that you were there."
Danny looked up at Stiles as he opened his door and put his stuff over by the umbrella holder, "no, you're not bothering me, and I wouldn't have offered to listen if I hadn't felt that you needed someone to talk to." Stiles smiled at that and put his head down.
"Mom? Dad?" Danny called as he showed Stiles inside and closed the door.
"Hi baby! I'll be right down, let me just finish with these curlers."
Danny blanched and glanced at Stiles who had a grin on his face. "My mom doesn't always call me that, you know. It's just...a thing she says sometimes."
Stiles just smiled and looked around the house; Danny's house was big...bigger than Stiles anyway. He had heard that his parents were doctors or something but his family had always came from wealth...or so he heard. Stiles let his eyes wander the room before falling on a beautiful tan skinned woman who had bright green curlers in her hair. She looked young and had a lithe body, Stiles was sure she could have easily been a model if she had wanted to.
"Mom," Stiles heard Danny say, "why do you have to embarrass me in front of my friend?"
Friend? Stiles thought to himself.
"Oh boo," Stiles heard the woman say, "you know I'm a cool mom. And who is this we have here," she said walking gracefully down the stairs and over to the two boys. She looked from Stiles and then back to her son, clearing her throat and clearly expecting an introduction.
Danny sighed, "mom this is Stiles, Stiles this is my mom."
Danny's mother held a slender hand out to Stiles who shook it and felt just how velvety smooth her skin was, he was sure she was a model.
"My name's Alana," the strikingly beautiful dark haired woman smiled at him. Stiles saw where Danny got his long eyelashes and warm skin complexion.
"Don't be so shy honey," the woman replied taking his arm and leading him into the house. "Are you hungry, I'm pretty sure I heard your stomach growl when I walked downstairs."
"Mom," Danny whined, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs, Stiles and I kinda needed to talk."
"Oh poo," Alana said with a pout on her face, "let me just get you guys something then. The house has been quiet all day."
Danny sighed and gestured for his mom to continue. The woman smiled and it reached her eyes, Stiles saw something dazzling behind them and instantly felt at ease.
"So, Stiles is it," the woman asked and Stiles nodded. She smiled again, "that is such a cute name and so unique too." Stiles couldn't see but he heard Danny groan.
"Mom," Danny said now, "can we just get some sandwiches or something?"
"Don't rush mommy, dear. It's not everyday that I get to meet one of your friends, and besides, it's nice to see you hanging out with someone other than that Jackson."
Stiles wasn't sure but he thought he heard discontent in her voice as she sat him at the island in the kitchen and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a few things. Danny came up and sat beside Stiles ducking his head a little bit as he whispered to Stiles, "my mom is a bit much a times but she always means well."
"Damn straight," the woman said from where she was cutting some vegetables and pouring some olive oil into a skillet. Stiles looked up and smiled, he liked this woman. Alana poured the chopped vegetables into the skillet on the stove and put a packet of rice in a bowl of water and popped it in the microwave. "So Stiles dear," Alana said still facing the stove and shaking the skillet rhythmically, "tell me something about yourself."
Stiles looked at Danny who just shrugged and cleared his throat, "umm, I'm on the lacrosse team at the school but I've never gotten to play. Danny here is just to good at keeping our guys safe that I never really get a chance."
Stiles say a smile on the woman's face as she walked over to the pantry and pulled out some spices, "yeah, I heard Danny was really good. I feel bad because I never get around to seeing his games, work and all." She walked back to the stove adding the spices and a sweet smells started to fill the kitchen. The microwave dinged and she walked over and pulled out the steaming bag of rice, "Danny dear, can you get me a few eggs from the fridge?" Danny got up and pulled a few eggs from the refrigerator door and handed them to his mom. She took them without looking up and cracked them on a bowl that was next to her, "Stiles honey, your dad's the Sheriff right? Did you hear anything about all the animal attacks?"
Stiles swallowed hard and Alana looked up, "how rude of me, are you thirsty dear? Danny, get Stiles some juice will you. I got all ahead of myself and forgot to offer your friend something."
Danny got up and took a glass from the cabinet over the sink, "we have orange juice and lemonade."
Stiles looked over to Danny, "lemonade is fine, um, thanks."
Danny's mom added the rice to the now browned vegetables in the skillet, and seasoned and scrambled the eggs before adding them.
Stiles took a sip of his lemonade and licked his lips before continuing, "um, no, I didn't really hear much about the animal attacks aside from what my dad could tell me. But I know that they caught the person who was behind the Hale House arson case."
"Yeah," Alana said as she scraped a spatula on the bottom of the skillet, she pulled out two plates and spooned them each a serving of the stir fry and placed it down in front of them. Danny and Stiles looked down at the food that was in front of them and Stiles suddenly remembered how hungry he was.
"I figured you boys would want something more than some sandwiches. You boys can take that on up to Danny's room. I have to finish getting ready."
Stiles grabbed his plate, his drink, and started towards the door when he turned as Danny asked his mom, "where are you going? And where's dad?"
"Oh you know your father, his busy at work. But I'm off to meet some of the girls for our book club, we're reading To Kill A Mockingbird...again."
Stiles couldn't help but smile at the boredom in the woman's voice but she slapped on a smile and sashayed out the kitchen.
"Oh and Danny," she called back as she made her way upstairs, "can you take care of the dishes? Thanks love," she added the last part before Danny could say anything but he looked like he was going to agree anyway.
Danny looked down and picked up his plate before saying to Stiles, "come on, I'll show you to my room," and he led Stiles up the stairs and to the right. Stiles looked back as he heard singing coming from what he guessed was Danny's parent's room.
Danny opened the door and showed Stiles into his room gesturing for Stiles to sit on the bed as he pulled out his computer chair and sat on it atypically in front of Stiles. "So," he said digging a fork into his food, "what's on your mind?"
Stiles looked around at the boy's room; it was blue...like really blue, but his bedspread was a mix of black and gray and there were really vibrant paintings on the walls. And then Stiles saw the canvas in the corner. "You paint," he asked pointing to the canvas and squinting at Danny.
"Don't look so surprised," Danny said with a small laugh as scooped another bite of stir fry into his mouth. "I can do more than block goals and tolerate Jackson."
Stiles turned his attention back to Danny at hearing the name as he remembered why he was here in the first place.
Danny saw the sudden change in the boy and adjusted his tone, "you looked like you wanted to talk about something when you came up to me in the car, what's wrong?"
Stiles looked down hearing the concern in Danny's voice and pierced a green pepper with his fork and bit into it before speaking, "it's Scott...and Jackson...and Allison...and now Lydia, it's everything." Stiles looked down and put some rice on his fork, "I had an argument with Scott today on our way from Derek's house."
"Why were you at Derek's house? And what would make you argue with Scott, you guys are like brothers," Danny added looking up from his food and meeting Stiles' eyes.
Stiles searched for something to say that wouldn't reveal anything about what he was really upset about, "he's just spending too much time with Allison...I guess. But we had to tell Derek something, that's the only reason we were there. Did you know he thinks I don't trust him?"
Danny looked a bit confused, "Derek doesn't think you trust him?"
Stiles shook his head, "no, Scott doesn't think I trust and I don't much care for Derek as it is so I wouldn't care if he didn't."
"But why would Scott think you don't trust him," Danny asked with the question written in his eyes.
"Because of that new girl, Morgan. She told me some things, that I guess looking back, I shouldn't have told Scott," Stiles moved the food on the plate actively loosing his appetite.
"Stiles," Danny said with a slight intensity, "Scott is your friend and you obviously thought he needed to know what ever it was that Morgan said, otherwise you wouldn't have told him."
"Yeah but," Stiles paused, thinking, "I think I lost my best friend because of it."
Danny waved him off, "I don't want to hear that. Like I told you, Scott is like your brother, he's not going to let something like this change that. If anything, I bet you were the one over-reacting."
Stiles gave Danny a hard look causing the other boy to blink and lean back, "I wasn't over-reacting, he just doesn't get what I gave up to make sure they were all safe."
"And what did you give up," Danny asked in a matter-of-fact-ly.
"I gave up any chance I had at normalcy to make sure Scott new what he was dealing with. I gave up spending time with my only friend when he started dating Allison. I gave up any chance I had with Lydia when I had to leave her on that field," Stiles froze and looked at Danny. Had he said to much?
Danny sat up at that last part, "what did you just say?"
Stiles stuttered, "n...nothing...nothing. I didn't say anything."
Danny leaned up, "you said something about having to leave Lydia on the field."
Stiles thought fast, "uh...yeah, because I had to chase down what it was that had attacked her." Crap, he had really stepped in it this time.
"But didn't you tell the police that you didn't know what attacked her," Danny asked with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"That's because I didn't, I only saw it run off into the woods and I chased after it and called Jackson to tell him where Lydia was," Stiles didn't believe that lie himself.
"Let's just say I believe you, the important thing is that Lydia is fine now," Danny said shooting one more suspicious look at Stiles before returning to his food.
Stiles exhaled silently to himself as he occupied himself with the food and was gracious at the silence that followed for a while.
Danny put his fork down, it clinking against the empty plate and wiped his mouth with his napkin before saying, "can I ask you something?"
Stiles looked up with his mouth full and raised his eyebrows.
"Has Jackson been acting weird with you guys? I hardly see him anymore and whenever we do hang out he looks like he'd rather be somewhere else."
Stiles was almost hurt at the look in the boy's eyes, swallowed before saying, "aside from his usual chipper attitude, not really. I mean, yeah he's changed a lot but I haven't really noticed him acting weird. Stiles sighed at the look on Danny's face, "to be perfectly honest with you, I don't pay him much mind. I never really liked him and after the way he treated Lydia and I really would rather not have anything to do with him. You'd be better off asking Scott if you can separate him and Allison, they talk more than anyone in our group now."
Danny looked down and then back up, "that's what's been bothering you hasn't it? That Scott doesn't have time for you, and that now all of whatever it is that happened between you guys has he hasn't tried to make any time to see how you've been doing."
Stiles was a little shocked, "you got all of that from what I said?"
Danny shrugged, "well yeah, when you're one of the only openly gay kid at school you spend a lot of time watching people. And I can tell that you're hurting because I've been like that too."
Stiles sighed and looked down, a bit relieved that someone got it.
"I just want you to know," Danny said getting Stiles to look up at him, "I'm here whenever you need to talk or you just want to hang out for a while. I mean, I don't see why we can't be friends, especially if Scott and Jackson can do it. It's not like I hated you the way Jackson did Scott anyway."
Stiles laughed silently and looked up, "thanks Danny, I need to hear that I guess." Stiles paused before continuing, "one more question."
Danny looked from where he was staring out the window, "hmm, what is it?"
"Do you think I'm attractive?"
At that Danny got up and grabbed Stiles empty plate, "let's go Stilinski, we're not going to ruin this moment." And he walked out the room and down the stairs.
Stiles followed behind at a slower pace, admiring the house when Danny's mom popped out of the room in a tight brown skirt, some black heels and a ruffled floral print green top. She adjusted her pearls and checked her earrings in the hall mirror, "feeling better Stiles honey?"
Stiles smiled, "yeah, I am actually."
"Aww, that's good to hear. Can you hold this," she handed him her purse and put her long black hair into a messy bun. She checked herself in the mirror one last time straightening her skirt and fluffed the ruffles on her blouse before take her purse from Stiles and walked downstairs. "Thanks dear," she said as she made her way down the stairs in a manner befitting a queen, "it really is nice to see Danny with other friends. You know I don't much care for that Jackson."
Stiles laughed a little, "I hadn't noticed."
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs smiling as he came down and laced her arm with his, "I like you. I hope to see you around more often." She led Stiles into the kitchen where Danny was washing the dishes. She walked over to Danny and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "you keep this kid, you hear me Danny? I like him, he has spunk."
Stiles couldn't see but Danny colored to his scalp, "mom."
"Don't mom me," she said swatting his arm as she applied lipstick using the toaster as a mirror. She patted Danny's shoulder and threw a wink at Stiles as she walked out of the kitchen in a cloud of perfume. "Danny my love," she called over her shoulder as she walked to the front door, "your dad should be home in a few hours. Now you know I don't approve but I left money for a pizza in case Stiles wants so stay until his dad comes home. Love you! Kisses!" And just like that she was out the door.
Danny leaned on the sink and laughed a little and turned off the water as she turned to look at Stiles, "do you want to stay until your dad gets home?"
Stiles shrugged, "I don't want to impose or anything."
"It's fine. You're gonna stay, we can count this as our trial run to see if we can be friends. Go pick a movie, I'll make popcorn and order the pizza, pepperoni okay?"
Stiles nodded getting up and heading to the living room, "yeah, sounds good. Do you have a specific movie you wanna watch?"
Danny looked over from where he was taking a packet of popcorn out of the pantry, "nah, put on what you want to watch. I have more DVDs in my room if you can't find anything in the living room."
"Scott, I'm coming to pick you up right now," Allison said over the phone.
Scott exhaled and ran a hand through his thick hair, "no, you don't have to. I'll be fine to drive just give me a few minutes to shower and clear my head."
Allison's voice was strong over the receiver, "fine, go take your shower and get your thoughts in order because I'll be there in a little bit." And she hung up.
Scott looked at his phone before he dropped it and dropped to the bed with a heavy sigh before he pulled himself up and took his shirt off and walked to the bathroom,l letting his pants fall where they may and he turned on the shower and stepped in.
What did Stiles mean? What wasn't he telling him? Was he really that bad of a friend that he couldn't tell when his friend was hurting? Sure, he had been busy with Peter and Derek, and then Allison and her family but Stiles had never shown that he was upset or anything. But then again, he did see what Peter did to Lydia. Scott turned his face up into the stream. Maybe I should talk to Morgan instead of Stiles. We have been putting a lot of pressure on Stiles to talk to her, even after he told us that he wasn't comfortable with her. She did seem a little crazy, I mean what was that whole thing with Jackson about anyway? Jackson. Lydia. Now they had to deal with Lydia and they were all expecting Stiles to know what her deal was. Stiles has been looking tired lately. Even Derek was sort of expecting something from Stiles. Scott turned around and leaned his head back letting the water run over his hair. He sighed. He should make time for his friend, he had asked him to hang out later...now, but he turned him down again for Allison. When did everything get so complicated? When you got bit, that's when everything started to get complicated and he realized what his problem was. The wolf. He had to control the wolf and he had to try and get some normalcy back in his life.
His phone rang and he turned off the shower. Grabbing a towel and wrapped it around his waist, leaning to the side to answer his phone, "Allison? Yeah, give me a minute, I'll be right down." He grabbed some boxers and jeans, and threw on a shirt and padded barefoot down the stairs to open the door.
Allison stood there in front of Scott, with his hair dripping and that goofy grin on his face at seeing her. She couldn't help but smile, "you do know you're hair is dripping on your shirt right?"
Scott reached up and touched his hair, he had forgot to dry it, and smiled at Allison, "yeah, I guess I was in a bit of a rush." He stepped to the side and let Allison inside. He breathed deep, she was wearing his favorite perfume, "you smell amazing."
She turned to look at him, "thanks, I wore it just for you, I figured it would help ease you a bit."
"Well it's working," he said with a grin as she closed the door. "Are you hungry or something? I'm pretty sure there are some leftovers or something."
Allison shook her head and declined gracefully, "I'm here for you. What's going on between you and Stiles? I've never seen you guys argue over anything and then I hear this."
Scott blushed a little. She was right, they almost never argued. Their friendship was always seamless and it was always so natural for the both of them. I mean, what kind of friend would be excited to hear that his friend got bit by a werewolf?
"I know," Scott said looking down a drop was water running down his cheek and falling on the carpet, "I tried to see what happened. What could have made him feel that way about everything, and all I can think of is that it was me."
Allison moved closer to Scott pulling his head up and moving a wet, limp strand of hair from his face, "you know that's not true."
"But you should have seen him Allison, he looked so angry at me, at himself, at everything; it hurt Allison, it really hurt," Scott's tone reflected the emotion he felt in the car remembering Stiles' face.
Allison grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him up the stairs, "come on, let's dry your hair before you catch a cold." Scott let himself get pulled upstairs and sat on the floor in front of his bed as Allison got a towel and dried his hair.
"Allison," Scott said after a while, "I don't think I'm going to let myself change any more." Allison paused for a bit but continued when Scott started speaking again, "I figured out that everything started to go wrong right after I got bit, so maybe if I stopped letting myself change maybe things would go back to normal."
Allison ruffled through her bag and pulled out a comb before saying, "Scott, nothing is ever going to be normal for us again. No matter how hard we try, it can't. And I think Stiles is realizing that now and he doesn't really know how to react to it."
Scott stayed quit as Allison started to comb out his hair, wincing occasionally. "When was the last time you combed your hair out," the girl reprimanded after hitting a big knot."
Scott shrugged, "the Formal I think, why?"
"Well because you have thick hair and your not are really tiring my bow arm."
Scott laughed a little, things really weren't going to be normal anymore, were they? "Hey Allison," he spoke up as the girl continued with the knot, "would you ever consider kids? I know we're young but, I was just wondering."
Allison stopped and rested her arms on the boys shoulders, "maybe...why?"
Scott shrugged, "I don't know, it's just something I started to think about. I want to be a dad...a dad the way my father never was and I don't want this wolf thing to mess that up for me. I just want normal; a house, a car, two kids maybe and a wife I adore."
Allison smiled at that last part but continued at the knot, "yeah, but I don't know how I'd feel about having to raise my kids with my family being hunters and all. I wouldn't want to keep any secrets from my kids, not like how my family did with me. I want my kids to trust me when I say I'm going to do something instead of feeling like they're being lied to."
Scott nodded and they didn't speak for a while. Allison finally got the knot out and Scott felt like his head was a bit lighter. As Allison put her stuff away he turned and pulled her to her feet.
Pulling her close he started to sway and hummed softly to himself. They stayed like that for a while, not talking, just swaying to whatever it was that Scott was humming. They twirled around his room laughing quietly in the silence every now and then.
"Hey Allison," Scott said softly so as to not disturb the mood, "I love you."
Scott felt Allison smile against his neck before saying, "I love you too, Scott."
And they stayed like that, holding each other until it was time for Allison to leave. Scott walked her down the stairs and opened the door for her, "thanks for coming over, I feel a lot better now."
Allison smiled and then said, "I told you, I was here for you." Scott leaned over and gave her a kiss and was about to pull away when she pulled him back with a hand on his neck. They kissed deep and passionately and said everything to each other that they didn't get to say tonight. Scott pulled away with a shine in his eyes and said, "what would I do with out you?"
Allison shrugged, a smile creeping across her face, "oh I don't know, go crazy maybe." She smiled and kissed him one more time before walking to her car. She looked back as she opened the door and blew Scott a kiss who blushed, she got in her car and drove away.
Scott watched as her car went down the road and then made the turn around the corner. He didn't know what they were going to do about her family, but in that moment he didn't care.
Morgan looked for Stiles when she had left her first class and found him leaning against his locker talking to Danny. He looked up when she was almost near him and excused himself from Danny and walked over to her.
"I'm assuming you want to know if Derek is going to talk to you," he said stopping her where she was. Morgan felt that there was something different about Stiles today, she just couldn't figure out what it was.
"And I'm also assuming that you already know the answer to that question," he continued, not giving the girl a chance to answer. "I told Scott and Jackson where to meet us, they should be waiting for us. Shall I lead or will you?"
Morgan gestured for Stiles to lead the way and followed him. As they passed Danny she couldn't help but notice the weird look the boy was giving them. Something was off about today, she felt it the moment she woke up. Something was on the wind and it was making her sick. She followed Stiles past the lacrosse field and into the woods, she could hear voice talking up ahead.
Stiles cleared his throat, "I know you've picked up on the energy, everyone's a bit agitated today. But that's not the reason for the weirdness between me and Scott, that's way more personal." He was talking so only she could hear but he did not turn to look at her, "you're going to help us and we're going to let you. Don't expect everything to go seamlessly, we're all still unsure about you but we can't do anything without you. You'll get you're meeting with Derek, he's already expressed wanting to meet you. Just keep whatever it was you did yesterday down to a minimum."
Morgan couldn't speak, she had no idea where any of this was coming from but she silently agreed. She didn't like having the upper hand and right now she did not have the upper hand.
They kept walking until they came to the clearing where they always met; Jackson, Scott and Allison were already there and she could tell that they were a little upset. So it wasn't just her who felt the shift in the air then.
"Morgan," Scott said walking to her but wavering a little when he saw Stiles. If Stiles noticed this he didn't let it show, he went and leaned on a tree that was actively out of the way of everyone else.
"Morgan," Scott said once again, "what's going on? Everyone's been feeling weird all morning and it's not just us, I got a call from work asking me to come in and help deal with the restless animals."
Allison spoke up now, "and Lydia's been acting really weird. She won't tell me what's wrong but she's pale and irritated and she keeps snapping at people left and right."
Morgan took a breath, she of all people was really feeling the change in the air, "there's been a shift in the energy. It happened last night while most of you were sleeping but I was up, I kept getting images of bloody corpses in the street. And a girl, with strawberry blonde hair standing on top of the burning school. I don't want to say what I think it means but we should really figure out something to do with Lydia."
Looks were exchanged between the teens when Jackson finally spoke up, "so what are we supposed to do? You're the one who said you knew how to help us. So please, bestow us with some of your wisdom."
Scott looked at Jackson as if to say 'easy' when he saw how sick Morgan was looking. She wavered and Stiles was by her side in a flash, he held her up as she began talking, "okay, I going to need something of Lydia's preferably a lock of hair or a piece of her favorite dress."
It was Allison's time to speak up, "she won't let you take anyone of her dresses, you'd have a better chance asking for a leg...or a piece of hair."
"Well then that's what I'm going to need. Can anyone get it for me," Morgan asked looking around at the face in front of her. When no one volunteered, "Jackson, I'm going to ask you to do it. She already doesn't like you so there won't be any real harm if she hurts you."
Jackson seethed, "what does that mean? If I get hurt there won't be any real harm, if I get hurt there will be harm. To me!"
"Calm down Jackson," Scott said, "we need this and right now, we need Allison on good terms with her."
Jackson narrowed his eyes and walked over to Scott throwing a hand in Stiles' direction, "so why can't Stiles do it? She likes him." Stiles looked away, he wasn't here for that.
Scott looked at Stiles but it was Morgan who spoke up, "no, I'm going to need Stiles' help with what I have to do. It has to be you Jackson. And Allison," she turned to the girl who was walking over to Scott, "I need you to act like everything is normal with Lydia. We might need you to get her to come to wherever it is we have to do this."
"Do what exactly," Allison asked with hesitation.
"We might have to bind her and her energy. So we'll need you to get her to wherever this has to happen."
"Binding," Stiles asked from where he was still holding on to Morgan, "would that hurt her?"
"No," Morgan said patting his hand, "if done right we can get rid of her memory of what happened and just leave her with the powers of the wolf. And if this were a perfect world, we could make sure that she has a handle on what she's capable of doing."
"What is she capable of doing," Scott asked matching Allison's hesitation.
"Well, for starters, this shift we've been feeling? She's caused it, there's an evil that's getting drawn to her because she's not controlling her emotions. And secondly, remember my dream?"
She saw the realization flash across their faces remembering Morgan's morose tone when she told then about her dream.
"Do you still want to meet Derek," Scott asked with a grim look on his face.
"I think that would be best," Morgan said looking him dead in the eyes.
Stiles pulled up behind Jackson's Porsche and Allison's Mazda. He put his car in park and leaned back in his seat with a sigh as Jackson, Scott and Allison got out and crossed the chained barrier to Derek's property.
"Are you okay," Morgan asked from the passenger seat.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired," Stiles said as he undid his seat belt and opened his door. "I'm tired of this, I just want a little normalcy is all."
Morgan got out and closed the door and clutched her books to her chest, she wavered a little. Stiles ran over and grabbed her arm when he saw her slump against the car. It was Stiles turn to ask if she was okay.
"Hmm? No, no, I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed is all. I've never felt such a powerful shift ever and it's really throwing me off."
Stiles looked her over once with worry heavy in his eyes, "come on, we don't have to be here if you're not feeling well."
"No," she pushed herself off of Stiles and started walking to where the others had disappeared into the wood. "I have to do this, I made a promise and I refuse to lose to that idiot."
Stiles raised his eyebrows, "what idiot?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, not you guys. It was someone else...someone who I have to deal with on my own," Morgan wavered a little and Stiles ran up and grabbed her hand.
"I don't think you're in any condition to deal with anyone on your own, not right now at least. You're helping us with Lydia so why don't you let me help with whoever it is you have to deal with," Stiles looked at Morgan who met is eyes with gratitude.
"You don't have to Stiles," Morgan said in a low voice. "You said you wanted normalcy and you helping me with this would be anything but normal."
Stiles gestured with his free hand, "why not, I mean what's a little more weird on my plate? I'm going to help you, you've helped me so let me return the favor."
Morgan looked up at Stiles and smiled, "they really don't know how special you are, do they?"
"In a way other than being on the short bus? No, I guess they don't," he offered with a laugh.
Morgan laughed with him, "well feel comfort in knowing that I know just what a big deal you really are."
And with that they both walked into the woods and made their way to Derek's house.
Lydia looked at herself in her vanity mirror as she made sure her lip gloss was perfect. She applied another dusting of blush, she had looked pale all day even with make-up on. Her har had been lifeless all day and she had spent longer this morning trying to get her curls back and bouncy but it just wouldn't work. Her clothes hadn't fit her right today and she tripped twice in her favorite heels. Nothing went right for her today, she couldn't remember any of the answers in math class and felt like a fool when she got called on. Her skirt had got caught in her gym locker and ripped, luckily she always carried an extra. And why was everyone avoiding her today? She hadn't seen Allison, or Scott, or Stiles all day. Hell, she would've been okay if she had even seen Jackson, but no one. And even though Danny talked to her everything just felt off about it. What was happening? Why wasn't everything perfect like it was before? Why wasn't she perfect? That's what she wants. That's why she does so well in school, and dresses so well, and works so hard to keep up appearances, she wants to be perfect! That's all she wants!
Lydia hadn't realized until her mom came running in her room that she had punched the mirror.
"Lydia! Are you okay? What did you do," her mom was frantically looking her over.
"Mom, I'm fine," she whined pushing away from her mother. "I'm not hurt."
Her mom was still looking her over; pulling at her and checking her hands and feet, trying to get her to step away from the glass without anything on her feet.
"Watch you step honey, there's glass everywhere. Oh God, what happened? How did this happen Lydia?"
"I don't know mom, I guess I tripped," Lydia lied. "Mom, I'm fine! I'll clean it up, just calm down and bring me the broom please."
Her mother looked at her and then at where the mirror used to be, "fine, just put something on your feet and be careful." She walked out and looked back from the door at her daughter who sat on the bed with a blank stare.
"Derek, this is Morgan," Stiles said from where he stood by Morgan in the Hale house living room.
Derek walked forward with a hand outstretched to Morgan, "finally I get to meet you."
Morgan declined his hand but pulled herself up to her full height, "don't take any offense but I refuse to touch wolves. I know your name and you know mine, we have more pressing matters to deal with."
Derek closed his hand and let it fall to his side, "fine, what can you tell me about Lydia?"
"Aside from what you already know? Not much, but I can't stress the fact that Lydia is responsible for this shift I know you've been feeling. There's something coming bigger than us and bigger than Lydia, she just happens to be a conduit. If we can stop Lydia from realizing what she can do then we can stop this whole thing."
Derek narrowed his eyes at Morgan, "guys, can you give us a minute? I need to ask Morgan something."
The teens exchanged looks and Stiles looked at Morgan and patted his arm with a weak smile of assurance. Jackson gave Stiles and Morgan a weird look before following Scott and Morgan out of the house. Stiles looked at Derek and then back to Morgan before walking out closing the door behind him.
Morgan and Derek rounded on each other as soon as the door was closed.
"You think you're so slick don't you? Using Stiles like that," Derek said with a glare.
"Oh please," Morgan said with a guffaw, "as if you were treating him better. At least with me I let him know how important he is. And just so we're clear, he offered to help me."
"Ugh! I knew there was something about you as soon as they started talking about the new girl who knew way to much," Derek said crossing his arms. "So what is it? You won't tell Stiles so why not tell me, what are you?"
Morgan rolled her eyes, "as if that matters at this point, this whole town is doomed if we don't do anything about Lydia. I've see it, I've seen what she does to this place, and them. I've seen it and you think you cab stop it because you're an alpha , and you couldn't be more wrong. She doesn't have to listen to anyone, she's above your pull over those two idiot betas."
"Oh! What a great way to talk about your friends," Derek said testing her.
"You're not going to get me that easy, I know what you're trying to do. I need them as much as they need me, and even though you won't admit it I know you need me too. I'm going to help them because I promised Stiles I would. He needs me. He needs protection from you and Scott. Jackson isn't an issue, he's so full of himself he couldn't do anything to Stiles if he wanted. Plus, he's so concerned with Lydia he barely remembers to eat. Have you noticed he's lost weight? You should, he is your beta after all. But of course you wouldn't you're too busy with this damn power trip of yours. You can't control these kids no matter how much you want to, sure Jackson and Scott will listen for a while but you know that's fleeting."
Derek was livid but he kept his cool, he wasn't going to do anything until he was sure who she was. He knew they needed her help but she was really infuriating. He exhaled calming himself.
"Tell me," he said in a patient even tone, "how do you know so much?"
She laughed a little, "dogs really are stupid, I'm a witch you fool. I knew who you were before I even got here, I knew about everything before I got here. I knew about Scott and Stiles, and you with your uncle. I was already familiar with some friends of Allison's mom, those idiot hunters think they're so secretive. I was a little surprised by Lydia and Jackson however, but that was only for a while. You know, it's not so hard to find things out when you know where to look. By the way, how does it feel to know your uncle killed Kate, I know you two had a thing going on so I thought I'd ask."
Derek roared and Morgan laughed. Stiles and everyone else came running in and Stiles grabbed Morgan's arm where she had started to waver again.
"Are you okay, Morgan?" Stiles asked as he glared at Derek.
"She's lying to you Stiles," Derek said from across the room, "she's lying to all of you."
"Stiles," Morgan said in a weak voice, "I don't feel so well, can you take me home."
"Sure," Stiles said smiling down at her and leading her towards the door. "You know Derek, I really hope you're happy. She's helping us with something none of us know anything about and here you are going all 'primal yell' at her," Stiles walked Morgan out of the door but stopped when Morgan looked back.
"I'm really glad we had this conversation, Derek," Morgan said turning to leave with Stiles but no one saw the tiny smile on her lips.
Derek roared again as the door closed and turned to the other teens, "she lying to you guys and Stiles is too blind to see it."
Jackson looked up from where he was cleaning his nails, "we know she's lying Derek, but we need her help and she wasn't lying about that part."
Derek's eyes widened, "what?"
"Yeah," Scott said from where he was leaning against the table next to Allison, "but like Jackson said, she promised to help us. And even though she's only doing it for Stiles, she's still helping us."
Derek looked incredulous, "and you guys are okay with this?"
"Yeah," it was Allison who spoke up this time, "we've decided that as long as Stiles feels important we'll do whatever it takes. And even though she's lying she makes Stiles feel good about himself. Plus, if she really does help us with Lydia then why ruin it for Stiles?"
"But how long have you guys known," Derek asked looking from face to face.
"For a while now," Jackson spoke up, "we are werewolves you know, we can hear heartbeats and all. Just tolerate her for as long as it takes, we'll get rid of her when we don't need her help anymore."
"And I'll try to get Stiles to understand," Scott said looking down, "if I can get him to talk to me that is."
"I'm sorry about Derek," Stiles apologized. "I knew Derek was a prick but I didn't expect him to do that."
"There's no need to apologize Stiles, we had a decent conversation anyway," Morgan said reassuring Stiles as they walked through the woods to Stiles' Jeep.
"I know, but still..." Stiles paused when Morgan stopped walking, "what is it?"
"Shh!" Morgan said listening. She could feel something, like they were being watched. A whistling sound and then a flash of light hit the tree next to them. "Duck!" Morgan yelled pulling Stiles down.
"What the what?" Stiles yelled, his eyes finally re-adjusting after the flash. "Hunters? Seriously," Stiles' said incredulously.
Another arrow hit but Morgan got up, she was mumbling something that Stiles didn't understand.
"Morgan! Get down!" Stiles yelled grabbing for the girl but she slipped right through his hand, she was walking towards where the arrows had came from.
Her mumbling got louder bust Stiles still couldn't understand what she was saying. Suddenly Stiles felt the ground shake and the sound of the leaves overhead rustling, some falling down and carpeting the floor.
Stiles looked over to where Morgan was still moving closer as more arrows were flying towards her. Stiles wasn't sure but he could swear that he say the arrows get weighed to the ground by the falling leaves before they could even reach Morgan.
She raised her hands and it was as if the ground had came alive. There was a heavy rumbling and the sound of screams in the distance.
"Run!" Stiles heard a voice yell.
"She's a witch!" Another voice had screamed.
Then there was a last scream and the sound of bending branches, a thud as it made contact with a body.
"Leave me if you know what's good for you!" Stiles heard Morgan's voice say over all of the noise. Another thud and a yowl of pain.
"Get to the cars!" A voice yelled and there was the sound of feet pounding against the ground. Then suddenly everything went quiet and the birds started to chirp again. Stiles looked up to see Morgan looking down at him with a hand outstretched.
Stiles pulled himself up without taking Morgan's hand looked at her with a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes, "what the hell was that?"
Morgan looked crestfallen, "that was part of the weirdness I was telling you about earlier. I'm a witch...a powerful one," she looked up to Stiles who looked more afraid than anything but then sort of shrugged.
"That doesn't surprise me in the least and I feel like it should," Stiles said with a small smile. "So I take it you're feeling better?"
Morgan looked down with a smile and moved a piece of hair behind her ear, "yeah, a lot better actually."
"Do you still want me to take you home," Stiles asked looking down at Morgan.
"Yeah, even though I did all that I'm still weak from this energy shift," Morgan looked up at Stiles as they began walking again.
They got to Stiles' car without saying much of anything else and drove off as Morgan pointed out the way to her house.
"Do you feel that," Scott asked as he felt the ground rumble under his feet.
"Look," Allison said walking over to the window. They could see the trees swaying and leaves blowing in what must have been a strong breeze. Scott was sure he heard what sounded like screams and the sound of branches bending, he looked up to Derek who met his gaze and then back to Jackson who had his jaw set tight. So he wasn't hearing things then. All three boys bolted out the door and flew into the woods right when they had reached where they were sure the screams had come from all they could see where fallen branches and lot of leaves scattered about the place.
"What's that," Jackson said walking over and picking up something from under a pile of leaves. "An arrow," he said touching the tip with his finger.
"Hunters," Scott said with a groan.
"I can bet you five bucks that it was Morgan," Jackson said as he walked over and handed to arrow to Scott. Scott looked up to see Allison walking towards them.
"What's that in your hand," she asked. She knew the answer but she had to ask to make sure.
"It's an arrow," Scott said walking over and handing it to her. "Do you know anyone who uses these?"
Allison examined it, holding it up to the sun and feeling the metal in her hands. "No," she said handing it back to Scott, "no one I know uses that kind but I bet my mother would know who would."
"Do you want to take it and ask her about it," Scott asked looking Allison in the eyes.
"As much as I don't want to," Allison said with a sigh taking the arrow from Scott, "I'm going to."
Lydia looked up suddenly realizing what just happened, she punched a mirror. She looked at her hand, there wasn't any blood or any signs that anything had happened. She flexed her fingers, nothing, no pain or anything. She hadn't even realized she punched the mirror until her mom ran in.
Lydia looked to the door as her mother walked in with a broom and the dustpan.
"Oh honey," her mother said pursing her lips as she bent down to sweep up the glass, "I really wish you'd be more careful. I don't want to have to see you in a hospital any time soon. Your father and I were a wreck when we got the call from Sheriff Stilinski. You really should watch yourself, especially when I can't be there."
Lydia rolled her eyes, "Mom, I'm fine, just go. I'll clean this up...isn't dinner burning?"
Her mom looked up with dread in her eyes as she dropped the dustpan and ran out the room, "not my casserole! Not my casserole!"
She watched her mom run out her room frantic before looking at her hand again. "How..." She walked over and crouched down to pick up the big pieces of glass to put into the garbage. A prick. She dropped the glass and grabbed her finger, the crimson liquid swelled out of her finger but didn't fall. She watched as the blood went back into her finger and the cut seal up as though it never happened. Her eyes were wide as she watched this happen but fell back in shock when her mom came back into her room.
"...my casserole is fine, spinach is okay right? Honey, why are you on the floor," her mother asked as she blinked down at her daughter.
"Mom," Lydia said as she got up off the floor, "I love you, you know that, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop coming into my room...for a while." She put a hand on her mother's arm and pressed down a little, making sure her mom was looking her in the eyes. "Do not come in my room anymore. I want some privacy. If I need you in here, I will call you. Do you understand?"
Lydia's mom nodded blankly and turned on her heel and left her daughter's room.
She blunk. That was easy. And how did she do that? Her mom was never one to just up and do whatever she said. Lydia had a thought, maybe I can get other people to do what I say. She formulated an idea, and opened her closet to look at her full length. She smiled at her reflection, "Lydia, tomorrow is going to be your best day ever." There was a glint in her and a curl in her lip. And somewhere out there a chill ran through the air.
Stiles looked up when he heard a commotion in the school halls the next day; there was a big crowd around Lydia's locker, and there were kids walking to her with gifts and...was she being carried?
"So I guess she figured out what she can do," Morgan said walking up to Stiles.
"Yeah," Stiles said distractedly watching everything at Lydia's locker, "so do we have an attack plan yet?"
"Aside from not getting killed? No," Morgan said as she leaned on the locker next to his.
Scott walked up with his arm around Allison, with Jackson and Danny coming up behind them.
"What's up with Lydia," Danny asked to the group from where they were watching the girl.
"Female powers of persuasion," Jackson offered not trying to tell Danny the truth.
"I've never been able to do that," Allison said from where she leaned into Scott.
"I doubt that," Scott said nuzzling into her, "you've got me pretty hooked."
Stiles rolled his eyes and turned back to where Lydia was, "we're going to have to do something..."
"...And fast," Morgan finished. "There was a bit more to my dream last night and it is not good."
They all looked at her but Danny was the first to say something, "what are you guys talking about?"
They were all silent, when Danny realized he wasn't going to get an answer he exhaled and said, "this is one of those "group things" that I'm not going to find out about, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Stiles breathed out as Jackson patted Danny on the shoulder.
"You idiots!" Mrs. Argent threw a throwing star at the wall by the hunter's head. "I told you not to go near that girl! And what do you do? You attack her and get yourselves hurt!"
Her charges were cowering now, Madam Argent's anger was legend with all of the hunters. Rumor has it that she once decapitated a werewolf with a katana because it ripped her favorite shirt.
"Are you listening to me," she yelled and it was as if the house shook. "I told you NOT to attack her because we know nothing about her!"
"Well," one of the braver hunters spoke up with his arm in a cast, "we know now that she's a witch."
"...a powerful one," another one said with a bandage on her head.
"She could have killed you! This is why I told you not to attack! Why was I cursed with such idiocy," she asked to no one in general as she turned and walked around the island in her kitchen. "God help you if my cake fell," she mumbled as she opened the over door.
Once the hunters saw the look on her face they ran out of the house as a piercing scream came from the house.
"Victoria," Mr. Argent said as he turned the corner into the kitchen, "you have to calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down? Look what they did to my cake," she yelled throwing the fallen mess onto the stove and slamming the oven door closed. "Chris, I just want them to listen when I tell them not to do something."
"They do listen," he said in a calm tone walking over and holding his wife from behind, "they just got a little ahead of themselves."
She leaned into him and sighed, "I know, my nerves have just been all over the place. I got news the other night that there's a hybrid."
Mr. Argent froze and turned his wife towards him, "a hybrid?"
"Yeah," Mrs. Argent said pulling away from her husband to clean up the mess, "and the word is it's in the school...a student."
"And you're worried about Allison," Mr. Argent said with a sigh as he placed his hands on the sink to steady himself. "Do you want to pull her out of the school?"
"No, that wouldn't do anything but upset her more than she already is," she threw the felled cake into the garbage and swept the crumbs off the stove. "We'll just have to tell her to be careful and maybe double up on her surveillance."
"Victoria," Mr. Argent turned to his wife, "we already had surveillance on her and look what happened. We'll just have to tell her the truth and ask her to be safe and aware of her surroundings."
"But she's not even supposed to know what we do," Mrs. Argent said as she leaned against the counter. "I've already got those bumbling idiots sworn to secrecy to not tell anyone about Allison, and now there's wind that the higher ups are sending in some heavy hitters."
"She'll be fine," he grabbed her hand now and spun her around, "she's a big girl. She held her own against that alpha and she's doing wonderful in school, we'll just have to trust her and let her know that we're here if she needs to talk. She has to trust us Victoria, I don't want her to end up like Kate."
"You think you're so smooth," Victoria said leaning into her husband. "Fine, we'll tell her and let her go to school, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to keep my eyes on her."
"That's all I ask," Chris said giving his wife a kiss as he patted her butt and walked to go put on some music. "You know Allison won't be home for a while," a sly grin forming on his lips.
Mrs. Argent shook her head with a small laugh as she followed her husband out of the kitchen.
To be continued...
I was going to keep going but I felt like this chapter was long enough as it was. I'm sorry that you guys had to read all that, but I was typing it up on my phone and had to break it up to email to myself so I didn't see how long it was until I put it all together.
I really like this chapter though, I'd even say it's my favorite. But I really want to know what you guys think about it. Reviews are always welcomed and I love when you guys give me feedback as to what I should do with the story. Thank you again for reading.
One last thing, Alana is me. I had to put someone like me in this story and I decided to make her a Danny's mom.