Motherless
Pixy used to loved running. All of Pixy's sisters and friends were dreamers, but Pixy had always been a runner.
When she was a child she would ran back and fore, from her house to the community store at her neighborhood, buying her errants one by one, only to have an excuse to run.
She was the happiest 12 year old in the neighborhood when she became the newspaper girl; little Pixy would wake up every morning before the sunrise to run through the street.
It wasn't until she became 13 that people really started questioning her love for running. "Isn't she a little old?" They would say. "Why so boyish?" "Is the lack of supervision?" Her parents would ask her why did she like running. "Because, I only had a minute to breath at night, I need strong lungs!" Pixy should had known better before saying something like that.
"She needs medication"
That stopped her from running for three years.
Then she ran away from home.
It only took two days for a woman to approached her, and tell Pixy that she was a magical creature called a spark.
Not quite a witch, not quite a mortal.
Pixy tried to ran back and fore between the magical world and the human world, but eventually she had to choose between them.
That is why she is running away from her world one last time, to deliver a message.
"Listen closely!" Pixy says to the man who holds her baby. The man steps back and moves to close the door but Pixy uses her shoulders to stop the door from closing.
"This is important!" Pixy begs, but the man seems unaffected by her cries. "I'll go."
"GOOD" The man finally speaks and tries to squeeze her out, but is a hard task with a baby on his arms.
"I'll go,after a deliver my message." Pixy tries to explain.
"I'm not a secretary." The man says between his teeth, Pixy pushes hard enough to open the door again.
"Please! You don't understand and you won't until it's all over. Then it will be too late… " The man doesn't answer which Pixy hopes it means he is somewhat ready to listen, but now Pixy must convince him that she is telling the true.
The rain becomes louder, and the baby starts crying.
"She isn't a werewolf." Pixy starts and the man almost laughs.
"Oh, I must had imagined the last four of five full moons. Or that the alpha, you know what an alpha is right? -the big leader of a very overprotective group of werewolves, werewolves full with instincts, that accepted it Arty in to the pack. A pack of werewolfs!"
Pixy stares in silence, so much information at once. This man had taken care of Arty over the last four months or more, the baby's name is Arty or maybe is short for something else, and Arty had been accepted in a pack.
"She might seem like a werewolf, but she isn't" Arty responses once she remembers that the man's patience won't last long.
"She is a creature born of a beast and magic."
"She is a familiar?!" The man answers before Pixy can explain. He is quick and smart… he'll be good for Arty.
"Yes." Pixy finally says. "But that's not what I came to say."
"I thought that there were no more born familiar?" The man says. Pixy understands why does it shock him so much. Familiars are witches companions, but normally a witch would pick an animal and feed it magic until is a familiar -born familiars are rare. They come from a world of old magic.
"She'll be wanted by any witch that knows of her existence." Pixy says. A witch that posses a born familiar would become undefeatable.
"No. No one knows."
"Did you truly thought she was a werewolf. Or at any point she displayed an ability ...that made you doubt?" The man didn't flick, he doesn't think he just answers.
"SHE IS A BABY!" Pixy controlled herself from reaching for the crying baby. The man rocks Arty as he whispers sorrys to her hair.
"Someone will notice."
"She has a pack."
"Someone will defeat them."
The man glares at her.
"Sooner than later." Pixy says and the man tries to kill her with a glare, the floor is getting wet with the rainwater.
"That's why you came?"
Pixy nods.
"Who?"
"Many. A witch had a vision of the born familiar and he sold the information. Lone witches, groups, immortals, rockies, white magic, dark magic… you name it."
The man says a few words that he shouldn't in front of the baby, but Arty doesn't seem to care.
"But that might not your biggest problem." The man stares at her, ready to take whatever will come out of her mouth.
"What now?" He says, sounding tired but not defeat it.
He will stay with Arty. Pixy thinks before answering.
"Hunters. They will come when they see the witches moving, and it will be a bloodbath. They will learn about Arty" She sees the man's eyes open with horror. " and they will kill her."
The next hour is Pixy repeating everything she said, as the baby cries and the man tries not to accompany her.
Pixy leaves feeling even worse than last time she left Derek's apartment.
Stiles holds Arty and waits for Derek.
Stiles paces across the room, feeds Arty and he thinks about many things.
Stiles drys Arty and cover her in warm blankets.
Stiles thinks about Arty's behavior, and her little dream land … it would be the 'soul/mind' connection that familiars are suppose to had with the witch they choose.
Maybe, he is wrong.
Maybe that woman is just super bitter and made the whole thing up.
Maybe there is nothing to worry at all.
He needs to talk to Derek. But how is Stiles suppose to tell him what just happen.
Stiles waits, when Derek smells the woman intruding his home and asks, then Stiles would explain everything.
The rain has finally stop.
Derek enters the door and steps on the damp floor. He wonders momentarily about how did the rain got there, but he has other things to worry about.
Derek finds Stiles and Arty on his bed.
Stiles smells like worry and desperation, but Derek doesn't wake him up.
Next morning Arty wakes up both men with her cries, either of them are truly surprise.
Stiles is completely awake and waits for the question.
Derek moves and brings Arty closer to him.
Derek doesn't ask, so Stiles doesn't tell him.
AN: sorry this took so long, I'll try to up date more often.
Please let me know if it makes sense and stuff.