Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. This fic is purely for my amusement and whoever was unlucky enough to stumble upon it and actually enjoy it. I do however claim Morgan, Alana, Richard, and any other OCs within this fic. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
The two bodies burst into the dark room; a giggle as a tank top was discarded on the floor, and a shirt was thrown at the wall. Kate ran a hand up Derek's abs as a smile crept across her lips. "My, you sure have grown," she said as she placed a kiss on his lips.
His breathing was ragged and he moved into her lips, not wanting to break the kiss. She pushed him back onto the unmade bed and knelt down over him. "Tasty..." Kate smirked as she licked Derek's abs. "I never knew being toned could taste so...scandalous."
Derek's eyes flashed a startling blue at the feel of her tongue, "we shouldn't be doing this."
Kate looked up into his dark eyes and smirked, "there's a lot of things we shouldn't have done." She straddled him and bent over to place a kiss on his lips, his neck, his chest, a bite on his nipple that made him arch up into her. Her name escaping his lips in a guttural tone.
"Kate, no," he said with quickened breaths, "we can't do this."
"Oh but we can, and we have," she said as she licked her way down his chest and placing a kiss on the spot just above his waistband.
"No," he said as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"You're saying no but all I see in those blue eyes of yours is 'yes,'" Kate was enjoying herself. She placed a hand on the buckle of his belt.
"Kate," Derek said a bit more sternly now, "no." She undid his belt and unzipped his pants. "I said no," Derek yelled and woke up with a start to find that he wasn't alone.
"Did someone have a nice dream," Stiles asked with a knowing smile.
"Someone sure did by the sounds of it," Morgan said with a smile that matched Stiles'.
"I'm sure someone was having a really nice dream about Kate, but I don't know who it was," Scott said looking around as if confused.
Derek's eyes grew dark and intense as he sat up in bed, "what are you guys doing here?"
"Lydia attacked someone," Jackson said from where he was leaning on the door frame.
"A girl, her name's Tiffany, and from what Morgan told us she was strangled," Allison added from where she stood by the window.
"If we're going to stop her we have to do it soon. She's getting more and more volatile as the days go by," Morgan said from where she was now looking through one of the books she always carried with her.
"So what are we supposed to do," Derek asked standing up to grab a shirt that lay haphazardly among some of his things.
"We're going to try a binding," Morgan said from where she was still busying herself in her book. "If I...If we can do it right, there's a good chance that we can just suppress all of her powers and she'll never be the wiser as to what she can actually do."
"And how do you propose we do that," Derek asked as he slipped the shirt over his head.
Stiles cleared his throat, "we'll need something of hers. Allison, did you try to get something we can use from her?"
"I don't see that happening, not unless she's distracted," Allison said leaning off of the wall. "Besides, wasn't it Jackson who was supposed to get something of hers?"
They turned to look at Jackson who swallowed hard, "yeah, well, I haven't seen her so..."
"Jackson, we can't do anything until we have something. You probably won't even have to speak to her, just get some hair from her brush that would work," Morgan said from where she was reading in her book. "I already have all of the supplies we need and I've spoken to someone who might be able to help us. All we need is that hair."
Scott spoke up now, "Jackson, can't you and...I don't know, Danny just sit and talk with her? I mean, she does see to be more at ease whenever Danny or Stiles is around. And Allison," Scott turned to his girlfriend, "maybe you can go in her locker and just get some hair off of her brush? I'm pretty sure she carries more than one anyway."
"That does make a lot more sense," Morgan said looking up from her book, "Danny would need protection, and Jackson would be able to protect him. And if you guys play it right Allison would be able to get in and out of Lydia's locker without her ever being the wiser."
"Morgan," Stiles said turning to the girl, "if you guys are really going to do this, can you give Danny a stone like mine?" He turned to look at the group now, "since we're all bent on not telling Danny what's going on, and you all want to get him involved with this Lydia thing, I think it would be best if he wasn't going into this completely vulnerable."
They all exchanged looks before looking at Morgan.
"Fine," the girl said grabbing Stiles' hand, "I'll get him one. He's right you guys, believe it or not Danny is a part of this group here and we have to make sure he doesn't get hurt."
"Yeah," Jackson spoke up, "I mean, Danny looks a little upset over this whole thing and then with what almost happened in the hall today with Lydia...he just seems more upset. I think it would be right to give him one instead of treating him like he needs to be babysat."
"Wait, is Danny that same guy that..." Derek started but was cut off my Stiles.
"Yes, yes he is, Miguel." Stiles said with a smile, "and he was helpful then and now it's time we make sure he doesn't get hurt."
Derek glared at Stiles and the smug smile he had on his lips, while everyone looked between them a bit confused.
"Who's..."Scott asked hesistantly, "Miguel?"
"Oh just an old..." Stiles started but was cut off.
"No one," Derek cut in. "He's no one."
"Oh well that's not a nice way to talk about..."Stiles was cut off again.
"So Morgan," Derek said speaking over Stiles, "when can you get him a necklace?"
"Well..." Morgan thought to herself, "I always like to have extra for just in case...I have some, but I'll have to go home for them."
"Okay good," Stiles said, "so I'll go with you then and Scott can..."
"Actually," Morgan said cutting him off, "I kind of want Scott to come with me."
Everyone was floored now, since when did Morgan actively want to hang out with Scott? They all looked at each other with confused looks before turning to Scott.
"Umm..." Scott was really unsure about this, "okay...?"
Morgan looked at the group and their confused faces before saying, "I told Stiles earlier that we all need to be on the same page for this, and the way I've been treating Scott and the rest of you isn't going to help that. I know you guys don't trust me and I can't blame you, but I want to try and change that. I know I said I was here for Stiles but I can't be here for him when all of you guys won't trust me...especially when we have a problem like Lydia on our hands. I'm hoping I can change your minds about me and I...I don't know."
The room was silent after what Morgan had just said but it was Scott who was the first to speak up.
"Morgan..." he searched for something to say but couldn't come up with nothing.
"No, it's okay," Morgan said as she picked up her books. "You don't have to say anything. Listen...umm, I'm gonna go and uhh...get that stone for Danny. Umm, I'll see you guys later okay?" Morgan left the room in a flourish.
"Morgan," Stiles ran after her but lost her once she left the house. Scott walked up to where Stiles had his hands behind his head looking around for any trace of Morgan.
"Stiles, I..." Scott started.
"No..." Stiles said quietly, "it's fine. She just needs some time."
Scott wanted to say something, he felt like he had to say something...he just didn't know what.
"Scott," Stiles said turning to his friend, "if you guys didn't trust her why did you let her get so close to us?"
Scott breathed out and looked his friend in the eye, "because she made you feel good about yourself, and we all just wanted to see you happy. Plus, she wasn't lying about being here to protect you...so we just thought that we should give her a chance."
"But did you really," Stiles asked. Scott looked down and really didn't know what to say. "That's what I thought," Stiles said looking away from his friend. "Listen, she's right, we all have to be on the same page and it can't just be her trying to get you guys to trust her. You guys have to try too, and I think you going to help her would be a really good start."
"But how am I supposed to help her," Scott asked. "I don't even know where she lives."
"Yeah," Stiles said with a small smile, "but I do."
Scott sent a text to Allison telling her where they were going and to meet them at his house later.
Scott looked over from the passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep. "How do you know where she lives?"
"Well," Stiles said obviously, "she is my friend and I took her home after she had first met Derek, she showed me the way."
"Have you ever seen the inside," Scott asked still looking at his friend.
"Nope, and that's why you're going to be my eyes and ears and tell me just how weird she is," Stiles said with a smile.
"Why are you smiling," Scott asked looking a little scared.
"No reason," Stiles said trying to ease his friend, "I just want to get to know more about her and what better way than seeing where she sleeps? And because I can't go and my best friend can, it's like the second best thing than me actually being there."
"Fine," Scott said remembering just how weird his best friend is, "but won't she be upset over us showing up unannounced, she did leave in a bit of a hurry."
Stiles waved it off, "trust me, she knows we're coming."
Stiles' Jeep pulled into the driveway of a house on the opposite of town. The boys looked up at a house that was not as brightly colored as the rest and the walkway was not as well kept.
Stiles looked over at his friend and then towards the door, "well, we're here."
Scott swallowed hard, "do I really have to do this?"
"Yup! You said you were going to try and you're going to try, the door's over there buddy," Stiles said with a little enthusiam as he looked at his friend.
Scott gave his friend a withering glance as he opened the door and stepped out of the Jeep.
"I'll be right here if you need me," Stiles said out his driver's side window at Scott as he walked up to the door. "Play nice!"
Scott rolled his eyes as he looked at where his friend sat in the car with a smile on his face and went to knock on the door. He hit something soft and looked up with wide eyes at a man who towered in the door frame.
"Ummm...ummm...hi, I'm here to see Morgan," Scott stammered as Stiles ducked down into his seat.
The man didn't say anything and just stood there in his black clothes staring at Scott with a glare that rivaled Derek's.
Thinking the man didn't hear him, he repeated himself a bit louder, "I'm here to see Morgan, we kind of have something we need to talk about."
The man just stood there before turning to show where Morgan was standing by the stairs.
"It's okay," Morgan said looking at the man. "Dad," she grabbed his arm, "it's okay."
"He's a wolf, Morgana," the man said in a deep gruff voice. "I told you to stay away from them."
"I know, dad," Morgan said still holding her dad's arm, "but right now, we have bigger things to worry about."
The man just grunted in reply to his daughter and stepped aside to let Scott in. Scott looked back to where Stiles was in the Jeep peaking over a magazine he had to cover his face, and walked in.
Scott stepped to the side as the man who was Morgan's father closed the door and kept his eyes glued on him. Scott felt powerless under the man's unflinching eyes and shrank within himself.
"Come on," Morgan said walking up the stairs, "my room's this way." Scott turned to follow the girl before looking back at her father.
"Leave your door cracked, Morgan! And he's not staying for dinner," the man yelled up the stairs after the kids. "I refuse to feed a stray."
Morgan showed Scott into her room and closed the door, "my dad's harmless, I promise. He's just...protective."
"I wasn't scared," Scott said what he hoped was convincingly as he looked around the room. It was dark purple and she had candles everywhere, some were lit and some had dried wax that was melted over the shelves and the bottles she had placed them on. A desk in the corner of her room was covered in books and papers, there was a five pointed star in a circle burned into the wood of the desk. He looked around noticing the circled star was all over her room; on some of the books, on a necklace that hang above her bed, it was impressed into some of the candles, and on a ring that lay on her bedside table.
"You're about as bad a liar as Jackson," Morgan said. "Just watch what you say and do, he won't hesitate to protect me if he feels I've been hurt."
"So he's just like every other dad when it comes to his daughter," Scott still looked around the room with his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," Morgan said, "except they won't be able to pin it on him."
Scott swallowed hard, "what?"
"Here's the stone for Danny," Morgan pulled a locked box down from one of the top shelves of her room. It too had the circled five pointed star embossed on the wood.
Scott just had to ask, "what's with all the circled stars, what do they mean?"
Morgan almost laughed from where she took down a book from the shelf to get the key, "it's a pentagram or a pentacle, it all depends on who you ask. But it's used in rituals for the invocation of deities and elementals in neopagan ceremonies and rituals."
"Okay..." Scott said not really understanding what she said.
Morgan sighed, "it's used for magic."
"Oh yeah," Scott said finally understanding, "I've seen it in movies before."
Morgan rolled her eyes and opened the box. Seven stones similar to the one around Stiles' neck lay perfectly placed in a bed of monkshood on the dark velvet lining of the box. Scott turned his nose up as the smell of wolf's bane wafted from the box and filled the room.
"I dried them before I placed them in the box -the monkshood I mean- that way they keep their aromatic potency. So it's kind of like potpourri." Scott watched as she took out a stone and wrapped it in silver wire and formed a loop for the chain to go through. She took out a sliver chain that lay in a little pocket within the box and ran it through the loop she had fashioned and clasped the necklace. She help it out admiringly and held it over to Scott, "isn't it beautiful?"
"Yeah," Scott said backing away from it, "stunning."
"Don't worry," Morgan said placing the stone in a small black pouch, "I wasn't going to use it on you." She closed the box, locked it and put it back in it's place on the shelf.
"Morgan," Scott said once the box was away and the air had started to clear, "about what you said at Derek's house...I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be," Morgan said not making eye contact with Scott as she busied herself with the things on her desk. "I was mean to you guys, even more so when Stiles wasn't around. I just want you guys to trust me because...you guys are the only friends I have here, and it's lonely when the people you talk to everyday don't believe a thing you say."
Scott wasn't sure but he could swear he saw a tear fall on a piece of paper she was holding. Morgan brought a hand up wiping her eyes before moving her hair out of her face. She looked at Scott with a smile for the first time since he's known her and he felt a pain in his chest. It was the smile of someone who was sad and trying to hold it in for the sake of company.
"Oh Morgan," Scott said walking over to her, "I..."
"It's fine," Morgan said holding a hand up to stop him. "I'm just a little emotional is all."
There was a knock on the door and Scott jumped. Morgan wiped her face and composed herself as she walked over and opened the door.
"Morgana," her dad said, "I told you not..." he father stopped noticing his daughter's puffy eyes and narrowed in on Scott. He pushed past his daughter and made his way to the boy who now shrank under the man's scrutiny. "What did you do to my daughter," he said gving Scott a crippling glare.
"Daddy no," Morgan said pulling at his arm, "he didn't do anything. Leave him alone."
"Morgan," he said turning towards his daughter, "I told you that if anyone ever hurt you that you were supposed to tell me."
"But he didn't hurt me dad," Morgan said looking at her father with pleading eyes.
"Then why are you crying?" He placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder and said with a sudden softness, "after everything that happened I thought moving here would've been better for you."
"It is dad," Morgan said as tears started to swell in her eyes. "Everything has been really good. I have friends now, dad, and Scott's one of my friends and he just came over to see me. I have people that come to see me now, dad," Morgan looked at her father with that same sad smile.
The towering man glared over his shoulder at Scott before sighing, "fine, but I'm keeping my eye on him. And keep this door open." The man left the room but not before shooting one more glare at Scott. The door stayed opened as they talked.
Scott hesitated before asking, "what happened before?" When Morgan didn't say anything Scott walked over and grabbed her hands. Morgan steeled at the touch but couldn't bring herself to pull away. "You have to talk to people if you want them to trust you," he looked her in the eye as he said this. "Let me trust you."
Morgan sighed and pulled away from Scott, and sat on the floor in front of her bed and patted the carpet next to her. Scott walked over and sat down facing the sad girl before him, looking her in the eye to let her know that she had his attention.
Morgan sighed looking away from Scott's eyes, "I know I said I was sent here, and I was, but it was more than just being brought here by fate. The last place I lived wasn't so...accepting, once they found out what I was. My parents had told me constantly to be careful but I was stupid and excited about having powers. I got careless one day and accidently made one of the girls who kept teasing me a mute. There were already rumors floating around that I was a witch and then when that happened it pretty much sealed my coffin. I was tormented daily by her friends and all the other kids in the school who were scared to go against her, it was hell, and I couldn't do anything to them. We're taught from a young age to not use our powers to hurt anyone and what I had done wasn't to kosher with my parents."
"But everything that happened in the woods after you left Derek's house that day..."
Morgan looked at Scott, "yeah, but that was different, it was self defense. The hunters had attacked me and Stiles and I had to make sure he didn't get hurt."
Scott looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, "so it was the hunters then, but how did you make them run away like how they did?"
"I did some things I shouldn't have and I payed for it," Morgan said looking down and picking at the carpet. "It's fine now though...or it will be."
"What do you mean by that," Scott looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Nothing," Morgan said shaking her head and moving a piece of hair behind her ear. "Scott, I know I've been a bitch and there's no excuse for that, but can we just start over and get to know each other...as friends?" Morgan held out a hand to Scott.
Scott looked at her hand and taking it said, "I'd like that. Hi, my name's Scott McCall."
She laughed and shook his hand saying, "Hello, Scott, my name's Morgan Cassiel."
"Cassiel," Scott blinked, "what kind of name is that?"
"Hebrew," Morgan said getting up. "Here," she handed the black pouch with the stone in it to Scott, "tell Stiles to give this to Danny."
"Why can't I do it," Scott asked standing up.
"Because I know it'll make you sick," Morgan placed the pouch in his hands and went over to her shelf and took down a book. "Tell Stiles to read this," she handed the book to Scott, "if he wants to help me he's going to have to have this pretty much memorized."
Scott took the book and was about to ask a question before he was moved out into the hall by Morgan.
"Scott," Morgan said as he walked him down the stairs, "thanks for coming over but you need to leave now."
"Why," Scott asked as she opened the door and pushed him out.
"You just can't be here anymore," Morgan said as an eerie feel crept through the air.
Scott turned around and saw a woman with really sharp features and Morgan's dark hair at the top of the stairs. If ever there was an intensity in a stare, this woman could bore a whole through time. Scott swallowed, and clutched the book and pouch containing the stone as he was overcome with this fear that was paralyzing.
"Scott," Morgan said in a low and intense voice, "you have to go."
Scott stumbled back from where Morgan had pushed him but couldn't take his eyes off of the woman who wore a black dress that flowed as if moved by some unknown breeze, and the last thing he saw as Morgan closed the door was the woman's intense eyes still locked on his. He stood there, still paralyzed from the woman's unwavering eyes and didn't react until Stiles honked the horn.
"Scott," Stiles called from the car, "come on, we've gotta go!"
Scott walked to where Stiles' voice was coming from but his eyes were still locked on the dark red door that he had just left. When he had backed into the Jeep he turned around and ran to the passenger door and got in with his eyes still locked on the door.
"Dude," Stiles said rubbing hs friends shoulder to coax him out of this daze, "are you okay?"
Scott nodded his head silently and put on his seat belt.
"Well, okay then," Stiles turned the car on and backed out of the driveway. They were a ways away from the house when Stiles just had to ask, "what's up with you? What happened in there?"
Scott looked over from where he was staring out the window, "we talked...I kind of feel bad for not giving her a better chance. She's just a lonely girl, more lonely than the rest of us I think."
"Okay..." Stiles said from where he was focused on the road, "but that's not what has you all weirded out."
"No," Scott said looking out the windshield, "we were talking pretty nicely but then she changed and kicked me out, but there was this woman."
"A woman," Stiles asked turning to look at Scott before looking back at the road, "do you mean her mom?"
"I don't know," Scott said going back to staring out the window, "but she was so intense. Those eyes. She was just...scary and she just kept staring at me with those dark, intense eyes. Never in my life have I been as scared as when she looked at me from the top of the stairs. And whoever she was, Morgan didn't want me there anymore and I think that woman was the reason behind it."
"Okay...?" Stiles said raising an eyebrow before adding, "do you think we have to worry about this woman?"
"I don't know..." Scott said clutching the book before he realized, "oh hey, here's the stone for Danny. She told me to let you give it to him, and she told me to tell you to memorize this book."
Stiles looked over at the book in Scott's hand, "she seriously wants me to read that, it's as thick as a text book."
"Yeah well, she said that if you're going to help her that you had to read it," Scott placed the book on the dashboard and held the black pouch out to Stiles. "Here, take this, it's starting to make me sick."
Stiles took the pouch containg the stone and put it in his shirt pocket, "so does this mean that tomorrow our plan goes into action?
"Yeah, I guess so," Scott said as he pulled himself up in the seat. "You should give that to Danny as soon as you can, and I guess explain to him what's supposed to happen tomorrow."
"But I can't tell him anything about what's actually happening," Stiles said in a tone that hinted at how much he hated having to lie to Danny.
"Not yet," Scott said turning to his friend, "not until we're sure he has to know."
"And you think us sending him to talk with Lydia and needing protection while talking to her isn't evidence that maybe he should know what's happening," Stiles said turning to his friend half expecting an answer.
Scott sighed, "Stiles, I know what you mean but I don't think we can risk anyone else knowing about this."
"Fine," Stiles said dropping the subject. "So am I taking you home or am I dropping you off at Allison's?"
"Home," Scott said leaning his head against the cool glass. "I need a nap."
Stiles shook his head looking as Scott and looked his rearview mirror before saying, "yeah, I could too."
Morgan turned from where she had closed the door and was face to face with those dark eyes.
"Morgana," the woman said in a thick Persian accent, "who was that boy, and why was he in my home?"
"He's my friend," Morgan tried to push past the woman but an arm shot out blocking her way. "Mom, can I just go to my room?"
"What did I tell you about hanging with stray dogs Morgana," the woman said.
"That I could catch fleas," Morgan said with her eyes trained on the ground.
"Look at me," the woman said in a controlling voice. Morgan looked at her mother and her intense green eyes. "You are to never see him again, do you understand me? Never."
"Does this mean that I'm not supposed to go to school then," Morgan said flippantly. A hand came across her face so quickly she didn't know what happened. She touched her cheek as it started turning red and glared at her mother.
"Don't you ever disrespect me like that! You ungrateful little..."
Morgan pushed past her mother and ran up to her room, slamming the door closed she threw herself on the bed and let the tears fall in silence.
"Hi, um, is Danny home," Stiles asked the man that opened the door to Danny's house.
"Who are you," the man said looking the boy over that stood in his doorway.
"I'm Stiles, a friend of Danny's from school. I kind of have to give him something," he looked the man in the eye as he said this.
"Stiles honey, is that you," a woman's voice came from behind her husband. Stiles looked over the man's shoulder at Danny's mother and smiled. "Move it Richard, let him in."
The man sighed and stepped to the side to let Stiles in. Stiles walked in and was pulled into a hug by Alana. "Oh my goodness, how have you been," she asked as she stepped back to look him over.
Stiles just smiled awkwardly and looked over to her husband who stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm fine," he said looking back at Alana, "I just came to give Danny something."
"Oh okay," she said straightening his clothes. "Are you hungry dear, where's your father?"
"Still at the station but he told me that he should be home before bed though," Stiles said with a shrug.
"Well then I insist you stay for dinner," the woman said taking Stiles hand and leading him up the stairs.
"I...I don't want to be a..." Stiles was cut off.
"...Bother? Pish posh, you're staying for dinner," Alana pulled Stiles along and opened the door to Danny's room. "Honey, look who came by...ta-da," she said with a flourish and gestured to Stiles as he walked in looking embarrassed. "He's gonna stay for dinner," she looked at the boys with a bright smile.
Danny just gestured loosely with his hands and said, "okay...what are you here for?"
"I had to talk to you about something," Stiles said awkwardly as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well," Alana said looking at the boys and clapped her hands, "dinner should be ready in a few and...I'll leave you boys to it." And just like that she was gone.
"So what did you have to talk to me about," Danny said leaning back in his computer chair and pushed his homework away from him.
"Umm," Stiles stood awkwardly not sure what to do, "I kind of have to give you something from Morgan." Stiles took the black pouch out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Danny.
Danny opened the pouch and took the stone out, he looked at it weird, "what is it?"
"It's a tiger iron stone, it's used for protection," Stiles explained. Pulling his necklace out of his shirt he showed it to Danny, "I have one just like it."
Danny looked at the one around Stiles' neck and at the one in his hand. "Why are are you giving me this?"
Stiles gestured to the bed and Danny nodded, sitting down he cleared his throat, "I can't get into all the details but it's Lydia. There's something wrong with her and we're all just looking out for you, they won't let me tell you what but just...can you just wear it?"
Danny looked at Stiles and then unclasped the necklace and put it around his neck, "Stiles, what's going on?"
Stiles looked at him with pained eyes, "I can't tell you right now...I really want to but I can't."
Danny got up and sat on the bed next to Stiles, "is Lydia the reason why you guys have all been acting weird?" Stiles bit his lip and nodded his head. "Okay, is Lydia dangerous?"
Stiles nodded again and put his head down, "Danny, you have to be careful around her. She's the one that choked Tiffany today and she...just be careful around her okay. Don't take that off," Stiles pointed to the necklace, "and don't let anyone touch it, it'll keep you safe." Danny nodded and put the stone in his shirt.
Stiles breathed out a little relieved that he was able to get Danny to understand without having to lie to him. "So," Stiles said trying to change the conversation, "what's your mom cooking for dinner?"
"Alana," Richard said in a hushed voice as his wife came down the stairs, "who is that boy?"
Alana made her way to the kitchen with her husband following her, "he's Danny's friend."
"And you're just going to let him go up in Danny's room like that," Richard stood next to his wife as she busied herself over the stove.
"Oh hush," Alana said not paying her husband much attention, "it's good for Danny to have friends that aren't Jackson, and he's a sweetheart."
"You act like you know the boy," Richard said crossing his arms over his chest.
"When he was here last time we spoke for a little bit, he seems so sad and if our Danny can make him happy what's wrong with that," Alana asked turning to her husband.
"Nothing," he said defensively, "it's just...are you sure they should be up in his room with the door closed?"
"What's wrong with it? I trust Danny and Stiles is a nice boy," Alana said with a shrug.
"They're teenage boys is what's wrong with it and Danny's, you know..." he couldn't finish that sentence.
"Gay? You can say it, Richard. Our son is gay and he has a friend that needs him right now, and if Danny can help him then why should we worry about what they might do?" Alana walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of wine.
"Oh, you're drinking again," Richard said with a huff.
"What's wrong with a glass of wine with dinner? And my drinking is not the problem here, I know when to stop. The real issue here is your problem with our son's sexuality," she pulled a glass out of the cupboard.
"I don't have a problem with Danny's sexuality and you know that," Richard said as he walked over and took the glass from Alana. "I was there and I told him I loved him when he decided to come out to us. I have never once judged him and you know that."
"Is that so," Alana said as she took down another glass. "So what do you call this converstion we're having now? Your freaking out at our gay son having a friend over that just happens to be a guy," Alana poured some of the white wine into the glass and stepped away just as Richard went to take to glass from her.
"This is called a standard worry that any parent would have about their child having company over in their room with the door closed," Richard said following his wife around the kitchen trying to take the glass from her.
Alana took a sip and held an arm out keeping her husband away, "I trust Danny and even though I just met Stiles, I trust him too. Move, my fritters are going to burn."
Richard stepped to the side but followed his wife, "you don't know anything about this boy, this...Stiles."
"I know he has an honest face and I know that I'm a good judge of character," Alana said as she turned off the stove and pulled out some plates. "We're not going to talk about this anymore," she said walking over to the stairs and callig up to the boys, "boys! Dinner's ready!" Richard gave her a disapproving glare when she walked back in the kitchen to get the plates.
"Don't give me that look," she said looking at her husband in passing. "And behave yourself." Danny and Stiles walked into the dining room just as Alana had finished with the place settings. "I hope you boys are hungry. Stiles dear, I hope it doesn't bother you that we eat vegetarian in this house."
Stiles shook his head in complience, "as long as it's food, I'm happy with it."
"I knew I liked you," Alana said with a smile as she glanced over at her husband.
"So how are we supposed to do this," Danny asked.
"Well," Scott said from where the group was watching Lydia from around a corner. "I guess you and Jackson are just gonna have to get her away from the locker."
"Yeah, but how," Jackson said with as little enthusiasm as anyone can have while still being conscious.
"Just get her to walk with you guys," Allison said as she turned and leaned against the wall next to Morgan. "She'll start talking, that is Lydia after all."
"Yeah," Stiles said licking his lips, "if 'Lydia after all' includes the now psychopathic girl that stands before us? Then yes, she is Lydia after all."
"Can you guys just go," Morgan said as she slumped against the wall. "We had better get this over with before anything else happens."
They all turned to look back at where Morgan sat on the floor against the wall. Her hair falling over her face as she hung her head down. Scott knelt beside her, "what's wrong Morgan, you've been quiet all morning."
"Yeah well," Morgan sighed heavily, and then looked up at where everyone was watching her with worried eyes. "It's fine, let's just..." Morgan said using the wall to stand up, "let's just get this over with. Danny, Stiles gave you the stone right?" Danny pulled the necklace out of his shirt to show the girl. "Okay, good, so you should be safe. Jackson, watch what you say to her, we don't want her getting more upset than she already is."
Jackson and Danny looked at each other as Stiles spoke up, "remember guys, you have to keep her away for as long as you can. The more time Allison has the more time we have before she suspects anything."
Scott stood up and grabbed Allison's hand, "you're gonna be fine right?"
Allison shook her head with a smile, "yeah, I mean, why wouldn't I be? Her locker's right there."
Biting his lip Scott nodded his head, "just be safe okay?"
Allison looked down and moved a piece of hair behind her ear, "okay."
Rolling his eyes Stiles said over the now awkward silence and pushed Jackson and Danny around the corner, "well, now that we're all diabetic I think it's time for you guys to get a move on." Danny and Jackson resisted a little but moved anyway. They watched as the boys walked over to where Lydia was checking her mascara in a mirror on her locker door.
"Hey Lydia," Danny spoke up first with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "How've you been?"
"Hey Danny," the girl said with a smile to match Danny's before she looked over. "Jackson..." she pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest with a small shake of her head, "what are you guys doing here?" She closed her locker and fixed her bag over her shoulder, "I thought you guys were too busy with 'Team Scott' to bother with little ol' me anymore."
"Yeah well," Danny said shoving his hands in his pocket, "we thought we'd hang out with you today...if that's okay."
Lydia sucked in her cheek and began walking, "fine, but you guys are gonna do what I want. Everyone's suddenly decided to avoid me, have you guys seen Allison? She's not answering my calls."
Jackson looked over to Danny and swallowed hard, "uh yeah, she's been busy with Scott and everything."
"Jackson," Lydia said not looking back from where they headed into the cafeteria, "it's better to just be quiet if you're going to tell a lie. I know that you guys have been warned about me, but it's whatever...So guys, what's up? What have you guys been up to? Danny, I noticed you and Stiles hanging out a lot."
"Oh yeah," Danny said with a small laugh. "No, we're just friends."
"I don't know," Lydia said with a knowing smile as they walked over to a lunch table that was away from the crowd or students. Jackson looked around making sure that there we people around...just in case anything happened. "I've seen you with him and I think someone's a bit smitten," Lydia said with a wink at Danny from where he sat across from her.
Danny shook his head as he straightened his back, "no, trust me Stiles isn't gay..."
Lydia smiled, "that's not what I said..."
"Okay Allison," Stiles said as Jackson, Lydia and Danny turned down the hall. He turned to where Scott and Allison were talking quietly to themselves, and where Morgan stood looking morose. He hesitated when he saw Morgan, "umm, I think it's time you went in Lydia's locker. Okay, can you guys stop with the whispering, it's getting a little...yeah. Okay, let's do this."
Allison looked confused for a bit before she backed around the corner and went to Lydia's locker.
"Umm Morgan," Scott said looking at the girl, "do you think you can keep an eye out for Allison, I kind of want to talk to Stiles about something."
"Sure...whatever," Morgan said in a sullen tone as she went to watch the girl from around the corner.
Scott pulled Stiles a bit away from Morgan and whispered harshly, "what's wrong with you? Why have you been acting weird towards Allison."
"I have not," Stiles said not making eye contact.
"Yeah, you have," Scott said trying to get Stiles to look at him. "Whenever me and Allison are together you're always huffing or rolling your eyes. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Stiles said looking Scott dead in the eye. "Absolutely nothing."
"You guys," Allison said as she turned the corner waving some strands of hair in her hands. They looked over to Allison just as Morgan took the hair out of her hand and placed it into a black felt pouch.
"Okay guys," Morgan said as she put the pouch away into her inside coat pocket, "we're ready."
"I'm just saying Danny," Lydia said with a shrug from where she was going through her math notes.
"Wait, seriously," Jackson said from where he had turned completely to look at Danny. And then said in a whispered voice, "you like Stiles."
"No," Danny said opening his eyes wide and putting his hands up. "Stiles is cool, but I don't like him...in that way."
"So in which way do you like him," Lydia asked with a smile looking up from her notes. "Because let's be serious, from the way you look at him when he's telling you a stupid joke in the hall...it looks like you really like him."
"I don't," Danny said defensively, "he's just a friend."
Lydia sighed with a smile, "you guys would make a really nice couple."
"You know, I'm not gay or anything," Jackson said looking from Lydia to Danny, "but he's not that weird looking...you know, in a strictly I don't want to punch his face when I see him kind of way."
Danny rolled his eyes and went to get up but was stopped when Jackson pulled at his shirt. Lydia didn't see the look that Jackson gave Danny but the boy sat back down anyway.
"So Lydia," Jackson said turning to the girl, "you had said something about wanting to speak to me...?"
Lydia looked up and gave him a passing glance, "oh...no, I'm over it." And went back to solving some mathematical equation.
Danny flashed Jackson a look that urged him to keep going but Lydia just looked up and said, "oh, we're done here. I'm pretty sure they're done."
Panic flashed across the boys' faces. "What..." Danny said looking from Jackson to Lydia, "what do you mean?"
"I don't know," Lydia shrugged, "I'm sure what ever weird three-way convo they wanted to have about me is done...you guys do talk about me right or am I just over thinking things?"
"You know what," Danny said getting up and looking at Jackson, "I think you're right. Jackson, we should go and see what they were talking about."
Lydia narrowed her eyes as the boys got up, but went back to her work. She really did not care about what was going on.
"Did you guys get it," Jackson said as they walked over to where the rest of the gang was waiting for them by Scott's locker.
"Yeah," Scott said shouldering his backpack as they made their way down the hall. "Morgan left early to get her things."
"Things," Danny asked, confused now from where he was next to Jackson. "What things?"
"Uhh...just some stuff she had to get for..." Stiles trailed off remembering that he would've had to lie to Danny.
"Are you guys really not going to tell me what's wrong," Danny said as they walked out of the school doors.
Stiles stopped and looked at Scott who had eyes that pled 'no' and he looked down, "Danny, I promise I'll explain everything to you later."
"Stiles, you can't," Scott said walking up to him.
"I have to," Stiles said with honesty in his eyes. "We're asking him to help us with these things, and then sending him to distract Lydia while wearing an enchanted stone around his neck? Even when we had to deal with Peter he helped us, I think it's time he knew the truth."
Scott took a step back, he was done arguing with Stiles over whether or not to tell Danny anything. He was done with trying to convince Stiles that he was a good friend. He was done with Stiles and his attitude towards Allison. He was done with everything. He had to get over it and just put everything to the side, like Morgan had said, they had to be on the same level and right now him arguing with Stiles wasn't going to help that. Besides, Danny had been a big help before, maybe he would still be. "Fine...do whatever you want, I'm done arguing with you over this. Allison, can you take me home?"
Danny looked from Stiles to Scott in the now very awkward silence. When Allison didn't say anything Scott turned to face his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
She started, "yeah! Yeah, umm, yeah I'll take you home." She looked at Stiles who wasn't trying to hide that he was avoiding the eyes that were now on him, and walked with Scott over to her car.
"Uhhh, I'm gonna go," Jackson said as he adjusted his backpack and took his keys out. "Umm, Danny, do you want a ride home or something?"
"No," Danny hesitated from where he was watching Stiles from the corner of his eye. "If it's okay, I'd like a ride from Stiles."
Stiles turned from where he was ignoring everyone and looked at Danny. "Um, sure," Stiles stuttered.
"Well then," Jackson said as he rocked on his heels and flashed a smile towards Danny, "I'll leave you boys alone then."
"Why does everyone say that," Stiles said to himself as he followed Jackson with his eyes.
"So Stiles," Danny said from the passenger seat, "what is it that everyone is so against me knowing."
Stiles exhaled deeply and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "well..."
"So you see why everyone has been so secretive," Stiles said as he opened the door to his house.
"Yeah, I mean, that's...that's wow," Danny was at a loss for words as he walked into the Stilinski household.
"Stiles," Mr. Stilinski called from somewhere in the house, "is that you?"
"Uh yeah dad...Danny's here too!"
"Danny," his dad said from where he was coming down the stairs. "Hey, you know Stiles talks about you a lot. It's good to know he's making some new friends," he said as he shook the boy's hand.
Danny shrugged a little with a smile, "I'm not really new but, I'm happy we got to be friends too."
"Danny's gonna wait here until his parents get home from work," Stiles said as he walked into the kitchen and took out the carton of milk.
"Yeah," Danny said standing awkwardly as he watched Mr. Stilinski walk over and take the carton of milk away before Stiles could drink out of it. "My dad works late some times and my mom had to go meet a client in the city...I hope it's okay if I stay for a bit."
"Of course it is," Mr. Stilinski said as he took a cup, and placed it and the milk in front of Stiles. "But I gotta warn you, I'm no cook. The best I could do is take-out."
Danny exhaled with a bit of a laugh, "that's fine, I like a little greasy food every now and then. My mom's hung up on making sure we're a vegetarian household anyway."
"Haha! I wish I could get Stiles to eat vegetables like that," Mr. Stilinski said as Stiles almost choked on his milk.
"Yeah," Danny asked with a slight turn of his head,"I never would've guessed Stiles had a problem with vegetables, seeing as how he eats my mother's cooking and enjoys it more than I do."
"Okay then," Stiles said as he wiped his mouth and brushed past his father, "Danny, do you wanna go up to my room and, I don't know, look at stuff on the internet?"
"Uhh, sure," Danny said a little put-off and amused at how Stiles was acting.
"Do you guys want pizza," Mr. Stilinski asked as Danny made his way over to the stairs.
"Sure," Stiles said from where he leaned on the banister awkwardly, "pepperoni okay, Danny?"
"Yeah," the boy said giving Mr. Stilinski a smile as Stiles made his way up the stairs.
"Okay, well...have fun," Mr. Stilinski called up as the boys made their way upstairs. "And no porn!"
Stiles tripped and glared back at his father while Danny just laughed. "Dad," Stiles said giving his father a death glare that was laced with embarrassment.
"Hey," Mr. Stilinski said holding his hands up with the phone, "I didn't have the internet when I was your age..."
Stiles was red in the face and Danny was almost pink with laughter, "I'm gonna go now, dad, and I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. Okay? Okay." And with that both boys made their way upstairs.
"It's done," Morgan said into the encroaching dark of the forest. "I've got everything I need and you told me you would help."
"Poor little witch," the voice said, "that mother of yours really has put a damper on your mood. How is Amara, by the way?"
"Leave my mother out of this," the girl said through clenched teeth, "she has nothing to do with this. This is my spell and these are my friends."
The voice laughed, "'friends' you say? Poor little witch girl, they aren't your friends, they're just using you because they need you. Once you've helped them they'll get rid of you, just like your 'friends' before."
"That was different," Morgan said intensely trying to follow the voice that kept moving deeper into the woods. "These people understand what it's like to be different. They understand the importance of having a secret."
"I'm sure they do," the voice said as it turned deeper into the woods. "Look at the boy, Scott, he got bitten and his best friend has done everything to make sure he okay. And then he got himself a girlfriend who, not only comes from a long line of werewolf hunters, but also neglects her family law against having anything to do with werewolves for him. Those are friends. Hell, even that dumb jock with something to prove and the unstable girl with too much make-up are friends to him. You on the other hand," the laughed loud enough that there was an echo.
"I'm not going to sit here and let you talk to me like that," Morgan raised her voice. "Show yourself!"
A sigh, and a thickness fell across the air and it weighed down on Morgan's skin. She looked around, this was a place she wasn't familiar with and when had it gotten so dark? She looked up, the canopy of the trees were thicker here and the trees looked a bit older.
"Welcome," said the voice in a clearer more cheerful tone. She looked up to where the voice had come from and saw that the air was thick and hazy there...and it was taking form. Morgan took a step forward but was held back by what felt like fingers.
"That's as far as you go, little witch," said the voice coming in more and more clearly as the haze thickened. "You see I told you I would help you, and I will, but I'm not going to show myself to you just yet. Those hunter's are hot on your trail, and some new ones are coming down from the North, so I'm giving you this." What looked like an arm came out of the haze and waved over a leaf on a branch. Morgan looked as the leaf grew in size and fell off landing in front of her feet. Morgan picked up the leaf and saw that it had writing in latin, "what's this? A demon banishing spell? How is this supposed to help me?"
"That's all I can give you now," came the voice from the haze of darkness. "Be careful little witch, even though you annoy me I do enjoy your...colorful visits. The hunters are going after the girl tonight. Be ready."
"Lydia."
The girl looked up from where she was doing her homework, but didn't see anything. She turned back to her homework but heard the voice once again.
"Lydia."
"Mom," she said looking through her open door and into the hall.
"Lydia," the voice called once again.
"Mom, are you calling me," she asked as she got up and walked over to the stairs.
"Mom?" She padded down the stairs. "Are you..." Lydia paused, and watched her mother sleep on the couch.
"Get out of the house!"
Lydia screamed as glass was smashed and a ball of fire flew through the living room window.
Her mother woke with a start at her daughter's scream and looked at the glass on the floor and the burning pile on the carpet. "Lydia! Lydia!"
"Mom, I'm right here!" Before she could reach her mother a crash came from upstairs and the sound of curtains catching fire.
"Lydia, we have to get out of the house!" Her mother ran to her and yanked her towards the front door and tried to pull it open. "Something's holding it from the other side!"
"Duck," Lydia yelled as the glass paneling on the door was smashed in by another ball of fire that barely missed their heads. "We have to get away from the glass!"
"We have to get out the house," her mother pulled her towards the backdoor but was blocked by a growing wall of fire.
"Mom," Lydia said with fear in her eyes as her mother searched for a way out. Lydia realized that she wasn't the only one scared when she saw her mother was just as scared as she was. "Come on!" Lydia pulled her mom up the stairs. She was almost to the top when she heard her mother scream and looked back to see a dark figure pulling at her mother's leg. She was overcome by a weird force...an anger...a ferocity, and before she knew what was happening she had jump down the stairs and was on top of the dark figure slashing at it with her nails.
"Lydia!" Her mom yelled from the stairs unable to react to what she was seeing. She ran down the now burning stairs and pulled her daughter off, "we have to go." She stumbled back and her daughter's yellow eyes and her blackened nails.
Coming to her senses Lydia blinked and looked at her mother with eyes full of terror and sadness. A support beam crashed to the floor and in a flash Lydia carried her mom up the stairs. She pulled her mom down the hall and into a room that was untouched by the flames. She picked up a chair and smashed it through the window. Holding out a hand to her mother she yelled, "mom, come on. We have to go!"
"Lydia," her mom said with a hand to her mouth and looked at the grimy hand that her daughter now held out to her, "what did you do down there?"
"Adrenaline! Mom seriously," she shook her hand, "we have to go!" A growl escaped from her lips and her mother jumped and grabbed her hand. She helped her mother out the window and onto the ledge, another crash and Lydia looked back to see that the flames were coming through the floor.
Looking down her mother said, "Lydia, I...I can't."
"Get on my back," Lydia said to her mother.
"What?"
"Get on my back," and before her mother could respond she had pulled her onto her back and jumped down onto the grass landing softly.
They ran around to the front of the house and to where firefighters and a small crowd had gathered.
"Are you okay," one of the firefighters said running up to them.
"Yeah," Lydia said coughing a bit, "we're fine."
"Is there anyone in the house?"
Mrs. Martin shook her head, "no...No, it's just me and my daughter."
The firefighter nodded and ran back to the others, "there's no one else! Let's get this fire under control!"
"Lydia!"
The girl looked over to see Morgan running towards her.
"Are you okay," Morgan asked breathing heavily .
"Yeah, we're fine," Lydia said, "I'm just happy that voice warned me."
Morgan paused, "voice? What voice?"
"Nothing," Lydia shook her head just as the paramedics came over to check on them. "It was nothing."
Morgan stood, watching as Mrs. Martin walked away telling the medics about what had happened. Then she noticed a darkness over Lydia, and as the girl looked back a smile was on her lips that scared Morgan to her very core.
After about an hour and a half of them battling the burning house before it was under control. From where they sat in an ambulance sharing a blanket and sipping on unsweetened tea Mrs. Martin turned to her daughter, "Lydia, what happened back there on the stairs?"
Lydia turned to her mother with a comforting smile, "it was adrenaline mom, I saw that thing on you and...with the house on fire. I had to protect you."
"But your fingernails...they looked like claws," Mrs. Martin said grabbing her daughter's hand. "And that thing! What was that?"
Lydia placed her tea to the side and held onto her mother's hand, "mom, calm down. You were just in a fire. I saved you. There was nothing. We got out safely and that's all you care about."
Mrs. Martin blinked and a tired smile came across her face, "oh Lydia, I'm so happy we got out of that house safely. And those firefighters did such a good job of putting out the flames."
Lydia smiled at her mom and patted her hand.
"Scott," Morgan said into her phone, "Lydia was just attacked."
"I heard," Scott's voice said over the speaker, "do you think it was arson?"
"I don't want to say it but that's what I'm getting. But get this," Morgan put a hand over her mouth where she was walking by a crowd of onlookers, "she mentioned something about hearing a voice."
"Okay...?" Scott said unsure of what that meant.
"Scott, the only person who talks to voices is me and Allison's mom," she caught herself.
"Wait...what did you just say," Scott's voice was becoming more alert as he sat up in bed.
Morgan sighed and hushed her voice, sure that there was someone listening, "there's a voice I talk to that I get most of my information from...and it's come up that the hunters, or rather, a hunter has been speaking with it as well. Allison's mom has been keeping tabs on you guys too and I've been told that there are more hunter's coming down from the North."
Morgan heard someone in the background. "Who's that," Morgan heard Allison's voice.
"It's Morgan," Scott said away from the receiver, "she's telling me that we might have more problems than we already have. Morgan, have you spoken with Stiles about this yet?"
"No, I thought I should call you first and maybe...I don't know, see if Allison knows anything about her mom talking to weird voices."
"Wait," Scott said into the phone, "Allison, do you remember when you mentioned something about hearing your mom talk to a weird voice."
"Yeah," Morgan heard the girl say in the background, "but I couldn't figure out what was being said."
"Morgan," Scott said, "can you come to my house?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way now," Morgan said hanging up her phone.
"Hey boys," Mr. Stilinski as he stood in the open doorway of Stiles' room fixing his cuff-link. "I've gotta go, there was a fire over at the Martin house and they think it might be arson."
"Whoa dad," Stiles' got up excitedly, "I'm coming with you! That's Lydia!"
"No, I need you guys to stay here and out of the way," Mr. Stilinski said adjusting his collar. "Besides, you have company," he said looking over at where Danny was still seated by the computer.
"But dad..." Stiles said excitedly but was cut off.
"No, he's right," Danny said, "as long as Lydia and her mother are fine then we don't need to be there. They are alright, right Mr. Stilinski?"
"Yes Danny, they're fine. And Stiles," Mr, Stiliski said turning to his son, "Danny's right, stay here. There's no sense in getting in the way if no one was hurt."
"But dad," Stiles exhaled but felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to Danny.
"Stiles, it'll be fine," Danny said in that even tone he always had, "we can stay here. Besides, someone is going to have to check up on Jackson."
"Yeah, you guys do that," Mr. Stilinkski said as he started to walk down the stairs. "I have to go, but you guys go ahead and check on the Whittemore kid, I know him and the Martin girl used to go together."
"Go together," Danny said looking at Stiles with a really confused look.
"He's old," was all Stiles said as they followed his dad down the stairs.
"I'll probably be back late boys," Mr. Stilinski said walking over to his car. "You guys be careful okay, there might be some more crazies running around." He got in his car and drove off towards the Martin house.
"Oh no you don't," Danny said once Stiles turned and he saw the look on his face. "We're not leaving, we told your dad we'd stay and we are."
"But..."
"No, we're staying," Danny said sternly, "the most we're gonna do is call Jackson. We are not leaving this house." Danny closed the door as he pulled out his cell phone.
"Danny," Jackson said answering his phone, "what's wrong?"
"It's Lydia."
Jackson stood from where he was doing sit-ups, "what?"
"There was a fire, she and her mom got out okay but, I thought you should know," Danny looked at Stiles from where he was pacing the floor.
"Where are you? Where are they? Why are you so calm? What's going to happen now?"
"Jackson," Danny said evenly, "calm down. I'm at Stiles' house, his dad just left for Lydia's place and we really don't know what's going to happen."
"I'm coming over," Jackson said pulling on a shirt and hanging up.
Danny closed his phone and sighed, "he's coming over."
"What? Why," Stiles said animatedly.
"Stiles, he really shouldn't be alone," Danny said gesturing slightly with the phone.
"Fine, whatever," Stiles exhaled, "But I'm gonna call Scott and see if her knows anything."
"So you mean to tell me that my mom has been watching every move we've ever made," Allison asked in disbelief walking back and forth in front of Scott's bed.
"Yes," Morgan said from where she was leaning on the wall.
"And you knew she was," Allison said stopping from where she was turned towards Morgan.
"Well," Morgan hesitated, "yes...yes I did."
Scott sat silently on the bed watching as the girls had their little exchange, Allison growing a bit more agitated with each step.
"And you don't think you should have told us...me? If my mom's sending some weird, dark, voice thing to watch me I think I'd like to know."
"Allison it's not that simple," Morgan said with an exhale as she stood up. "This 'thing' that your mother is talking to doesn't have a loyalty, it exists and does what it pleases."
"But what is it," Scott spoke up from the bed, looking at Morgan.
"It's a force..." Morgan searched for the words to explain it, "it's a sentient being unto itself. It can do what it wants. It can be what it wants. And it can be anywhere it wants."
"Is it dangerous," Scott asked standing up, "is it something we have to worry about?"
Morgan shook her head, "no...I don't think so."
Scott's phone rang.
"It's Stiles," Morgan said as she walked out the room.
"Where are you going," Scott asked as he answered his phone.
"Home," Morgan said over her shoulder as she went down the stairs, "I'm not supposed to be here anyway."
Scott looked at Allison as he put the phone to his ear who just shrugged.
"Scott," Stiles voice came out of the speaker, "...was that Morgan?"
"Yeah, she just left," Scott said as he got up and walked over to look over the banister.
"Oh...is she okay, because I haven't..." Stiles stopped and he heard Danny's voice in the background.
"Jackson's here. Don't forget to ask about..."
"Oh yeah," Stiles said back into the receiver, "do you think anything big is going to happen since Lydia was attacked tonight?"
Scott shook his head, "I don't know, but we should just be prepared for what ever might happen."
Stiles looked over at Danny and Jackson before he spoke into the phone, "okay..."
Stiles hung up the phone and turned to where Danny and Jackson had been listening to his conversation. "He said..."
"'...be prepared for whatever might happen,'" Jackson said cutting him off with a pale look to his face. "Yeah, we know."
Morgan closed the door as she entered her darker than usual home; it was late but no one really slept in this house. Tonight was different though, there was a stillness about the dark that was unsettling.
She looked around in the dark of her house that seemed to come alive and breath in it's own essence. She never called to let anyone know she was home, if she was lucky they wouldn't bother her for a few days. Quietly she made her way upstairs, used to sneaking home in the dark.
As she hit the landing there was a creak, she looked to her left but when she turned back to walk to her room she was face-to-face with the cold green stare of her mother's eyes.
She backed up as a sinister grin crawled across her mother's face.
"Hello Morgana," her mother said as she loomed over her daughter, "where have you been..." she sniffed and turned her face up in offense, "you were with that dog again."
"He's not a dog, mother," Morgan said quietly.
Her mother laughed, "the poor little witch girl is growing a heart for the mutt, how precious," she brought a hand to her chest feigning being moved. "I told you to stay away from him."
"I can't do that, mother," she spat the word, "I promised I would help them and a witch is bound by her word."
Her mother leaned away from her, "you were always a studious little brat. Fine, I'll leave you to it...but tell me, how is that little half-breed of a girl?"
Morgan stepped back as her mother's eyes flashed darkly in the little light that the moon provided. "What do you know about that?"
"Oh nothing," her mother said walking away with a wave of her hand causing a single candle in the hall to spark a flame.
"And I'm supposed to believe that everything you said is true, " Victoria Argent spoke into the darkness behind her house.
"Do you really have any choice," the voice said in a mocking tone. "Without me you have no information on what's going on; your little hunters, try as they might, are just sad fools."
"Fine," Mrs. Argent said throwing a hand up, "as if I didn't already have other things to worry about."
"Victoria?"
Mrs. Argent turned and saw her husband standing on the back porch watching her.
"Who are you talking to," Chris asked as he walked down the stairs and over to his wife surveying the dark.
"No one, dear," Victoria said turning to her husband.
"I know I heard you talking to someone," he said giving his wife a serious look, "and I know I heard someone talking back to you."
She faltered, but only for a minute, "fine," she exhaled and crossed her arms over her chest. "I was talking to someone who has a lot more information than we do. Did you know that Allison is friends with the hybrid? Or that they've enlisted to help of a witch? Or that the half-breed girl was attacked tonight? My informant had told the little witch that it would be one of us, so now we have her to deal with on top of pressure coming down from the North."
"Victoria, calm down," Mr. Argent said placing a hand on his wife's arm.
She looked down at where he was rubbing her forearm with his thumb and threw his hand off. "Don't tell me to calm down! You have no idea what I've been going through! You think that just because you eased up a bit and no one has gotten back to you with any bad news is because everything has been fine? Well it's not! I've been dealing with all of this while you're out on your wild goose hunts with your pack of marauding morons! So you don't have any right to tell me to calm down," she pointed a finger in his face, "not now!"
"Madam Argent," they both turned to where one of the hunters stood scared in his Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department uniform. "It was a witch that provoked the girl, the police could not find any trace of lighter fluid or any signs of electrical malfunction."
"And how do you know it was a witch," Mr. Argent said boring into the poor man.
"There was this," he held out a small ring with a pentagram on it.
"That means nothing," Mr. Argent said looking over at his wife.
"Would you believe me if I told you that as we pulled up in the car a darkness lifted off the house and flew across town?"
Mr. Argent looked at his wife who simply said, "told you," and walked into the house dismissing the hunter with a wave of her hand.
Mr. Argent watched his wife walk back into the house and shook his head, "and I thought this was going to be boring."
To be continued...
A/N: I want to apologize again, I didn't know this chapter was going to end up this long. I had wrote half on my computer and I went to visit my sister and wrote the rest on my phone so it kind of a surprise to me. About Morgan's home life; I didn't expect it to come out that way, and I know her story seems pretty shallow but that's because there's more that she and I just aren't ready to talk about...yet. The only way I can think about describing Morgan's mother is as a witch with a capital B. Also, I want to say that Lydia's house fire was...it just came to me that it should happen. I don't know what else to tell you guys...Danny's dad is not a homophobe, that I can promise. Once again, thanks for reading and your reviews are loved.