Teen Wolf=not mine

"There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance. "-Gilbert Parker

"Lydia," Allison called to her best friend. "I have a question."

"And I may or may not have an answer." The strawberry blonde tossed her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed her books from her locker. She pursed her lips checking her lipstick.

"In the bestiary." Allison bit her bottom lip as she tried to make up her mind whether to ask Lydia or not. "Um..Did you find anything about the Fae?"

"The Fae in general or a specific type."

"There's more than one kind?" Allison's eyes widen in surprise. Her dad clamed up tighter than a bank vault after telling her about the Fae. She tried asking more about them, but he said he'd take care of it.

Lydia cut her eyes to the other girl as they walked to their AP U.S. History class. "Why don't you know this? You're the one from a family of hunters."

"Because I don't read archaic Latin."

"I suppose there is that. And yes, there are," Lydia stretched the word out in disdain as she rolled her eyes, "more than one type of Fae. Most cultures of the British Isles and the European continent have tales of creatures now labeled as Fae."

"The Fae, huh?" A blur of white and blue hair flashed in the corner of Allison's eye. "And, honestly, I wouldn't call any of them that to their face. Major insult. Right up there with being called fairies and elves." Snow crinkled her nose in distaste. "Stupid, Lord of the Rings. Although that Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom, yum yum." She was wearing a pair of clunky high healed black boots that laced up the front with neon pink tights a black twill mini skirt crisscrossed with leather strips and a neon pink V-neck t-shirt emblazoned with "What I really need are minions." By the way, I dig that you are like a kick ass hunter, Allison. Girl Power and all that."

"I didn't know that you knew that." Allison looked like a deer in the headlights.

"I just thought we should be honest with each other if we're going to be besties and all. Is that a Diane Von Furstenberg, Lydia? "

Lydia puckered her lips and then smiled. "Yes."

"I love this take on her classic wrap dress and it looks amazing on you. This is me being jealous of your style. My freak hair does not allow me to pull off anything classy." A shadow crossed her face before her normal perky and friendly expression returned. "So you want to watch my sister Frost use Stiles as a human sacrifice tonight?"

Allison grabbed the girl by the arm jerking her to a stop right before they went into their class. "Human sacrifice?"

Snow burst into laughter at the look of horror on Allison's face. "Not literally, he's playing bait for Frost's theory."

"So why does the human have to be bait again? Doesn't it make more sense to use a werewolf who has super senses, great reflexes, and the ability to heal from just about anything!" Stiles gave Scott a hopeful look. "I'm breakable. I'm fragile. All I have is sarcasm going for me."

"Dr. Deaton and Frost said the barghest isn't as likely to be drawn to other supernatural creatures. Derek even promised to protect you."

"Only after Frost threatened to freeze his testicles."

"Well, there is that." Scott flashed a crooked grin at his best friend.

"Seriously, you have to tell me about this fairy dust incident!" Stiles widen his eyes and placed his hands together prayer style as they sat in their math class.

Isaac pretended not to be interested in the conversation by keeping his eyes on the board. "No. It's leverage and I'll only tell when it benefits me."

"How about if Isaac stops running from you? Maybe takes you on a date? Would you tell me then?"

"Hey…Leave me out of this." Isaac glared at Stiles.

Snow stared off for a moment in thought. Then, a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin split her face. "Deal. Isaac takes me out on a date, and I tell you with the strict stipulation you can never actually mention the details to anyone. " She held out her hand to him. Stiles thought about it a second before he took it.

"Deal." A spark of electricity ran between their hands. Snow just grinned as her blue eyes appearing to twinkle with mischief.

"This feels like a betrayal." Isaac gave the other boy a nasty look.

Snow turned to him her grin mocking him. "Not a betrayal, a strategic alliance. Eventually, you are going to accept the inevitable." She glanced back at Stiles. "Oh, and, Stiles, you should never make a deal without some major negotiations. Breaking a deal with someone like me invokes some seriously bad cosmic juju. Just saying."

"That's not creepy at all."

Frost handed a handheld radio to Stiles. "You can use this to get in touch with us. We'll stay as close as we can, but the barghest won't come to you if we are with you."

"You're sure it has to be me?" Stiles gulped. Before anyone could answer, a flash of beams turned them towards the entrance to the parking lot. The car parked and Allison and Lydia stepped out.

"I still don't see why you needed me to come. I don't particularly enjoy wandering about the woods at night," Lydia's voice rang out in the silence.

"Who invited them?" Derek's asked turning to glare at Scott.

"Yay! You came." Snow beamed at the two girls as they reached the group. "And look you brought your own toys!" she said when she saw that Allison held her bow

Allison gave a dark look to Derek, but she didn't say anything. Derek caught the look, but turned back to Scott. "Still haven't told her?"

"Well, I suppose, one of them would work…"Frost answered Stiles.

Scott and Stiles snapped, "No."

Frost smiled at them a knowing gleam in her eyes. "Then, I suggest that we split up and pace Stiles along the path. Scott, why don't you take…I'm sorry…who are you?"

The girls introduced themselves. "Scott, take Allison & Lydia with you and follow Stiles about a half mile back on the path. Isaac and Snow, you keep the path parallel to you on your left, but try to stay on the ridgeline. Derek and I will keep the path on our right. Stiles, after you."

"I am so going to die," Stiles muttered as he wandered down the deserted forest path. "Send the human, she said."

"I'm bored," Snow's voice crackled through the radio. "So we're going to play a game! So Stiles, would you rather be eaten by a werewolf or frightened to death by a barghest?"

Stiles mulled over the question as Frost hissed through the radio "Snow!"

Ignoring the older woman, he pushed the button and replied. "Frightened to death by a barghest. Derek, would you rather Snow tell us about the fairy dust or Frost freeze your balls?"

Silence. "Haha…Stiles, I think I love you. And you know he'd rather have Frost mess with his balls." Snow's answered for Derek followed by her laughter before she let go of the button.

"Would you two rather I ripped out your hearts or your throats?" Derek's voice growled out from the radio. A shudder went through Stiles. That would be a no to both! Stiles thought to himself.

"Really, wanna-be? All you had to say was that you didn't want to play. Scott, would you rather get shot with wolfsbane or never speak to Allison again?"

"Dammit, can she not take anything seriously?" Derek muttered as his eyes narrowed. Frost placed her hands over Derek's where he gripped the radio so tightly the plastic was starting to crack. She pulled his fingers loose and took the radio back from him turning it down a smidge as the teens continued their game of "Would you rather…"

She frowned at him as he looked at her. "Derek, there are a bunch of teenage kids running around the woods at night trying to bait a barghest into coming out. Out of all of them, Snow knows exactly what the barghest is capable of and how difficult stopping it is going to be. If they want to play a game to keep their minds occupied, let them. Besides, she's using this as way to check in on Stiles whom she's actually worried about."

"I'm going to get them all killed," Derek growled out a moment of panic flashing across his features. "Like Jack."

Frost jerked back from Derek with a hiss before spinning and walking away from him. He watched her go, his face tight with a grimace. He followed her nearly running into her when she stopped suddenly and span back towards him forcing him to grab her shoulders to keep her from falling.. "Jack…" She swallowed realizing she was inches from his face. "Jack made his own choices. You weren't responsible for that. You've got to learn how to forgive yourself. For your family. For Jack."

Derek stared at her pain evident in his eyes as he gripped her shoulders. "How do I forgive myself when you can't forgive me?"

Her face softened as she laid her free hand on his chest, "Derek, It's not…"

"STILES!" Snow's voice rang through both the radio and the forest.

"Snow, would you rather go out on date with Isaac or spend 20 minutes making out with him?" Allison's voice came over the radio. Snow looked over at Isaac who looked interested in her answer.

"Date because who says we wouldn't make out for longer than that on a date?" Snow replied with a grin as she stared directly in his eyes. "Stiles, would you rather eat poop or make out with Derek?" She released the button smiled at Isaac and said, "But we could just go ahead and try out the making out thing if you want, we are all alone out here in the woods."

In that moment, he decided that two could play that game. Isaac cocked a brow at the girl as he sauntered over to her. Getting in her personal space much the way she usually did to him, he backed her up to a tree. Her lips parted as he stared down into her blue eyes and lifted a hand to grab a strand of her hair before running it through his fingers. He leaned down close to her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, "If we go out on date, Snow, I'm pretty sure we won't just be making out." His breath fluttered over her lips. "But I'm not going out on date with you." Her eyes snapped open, a brief look of hurt flashed in her eyes, before her eyes widened as she pushed him back to give her room to bring the radio to her lips.

"Stiles? Are you ok?" Isaac realized that other boy never answered Snow's question as the silence lengthened on the radio. He could hear her heartbeat increasing as she drew in a deep breath. "STILES!"

AN: So I know it's been a million years since I last updated. I'm horrible person, but please review if you're still reading the story. :D