Thank you to everyone who read and especially for those who reviewed.
I'm glad you find Warren to be amusing.
At some point the age of consent will be brought up and will be addressed later on.
Enjoy.
Warren woke in the morning to Malia's face in her face. "She's alive."
Warren jumped about two feet as she shoved Malia away from her. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She yelled as Stiles came running into the room with a slight smirk on her face.
"Hey, you're up. We were calling you all night and you didn't answer," He was cut off by a beanie pillow being hurled at him.
A moment later Kira and Scott walked in and Warren shook her head. "Okay, that's it. Everyone out of my fucking room."
Malia gave her a strange look. "You smell different."
Warren thought about to what she was doing the night before and shook her head. "Out."
Stiles came up behind Malia and pulled her out as he gave her a sympathetic look before closing the door in front of him. "Whats going on with you?"
Warren groaned as she ran her hands through her hair and tried to remember where her pants were. "What the fuck was Malia doing in my bedroom, waking me up?"
"We were worried."
She rolled her eyes at him as she took a deep breath. "Did you get Derek back?"
Stiles clapped his head together as he walked closer to her, but stopped, remembering one of the last times he had been in her bedroom; it was not a good memory.
"Knock it off, it wasn't you." She muttered as she pulled her sheets back, deciding not to give a fuck about him seeing her in her underwear as she pulled a pair of sweats from her dresser.
"Well, about that."
She looked at him sharply. "Stiles, not the mood to try and be cute. What happened?"
Less then two seconds later, Warren was tearing down the stairs, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Derek sitting on the couch with Scott, who was trying to tell him something.
She knew why they had come to her house, not only was there never an adult around and it was the perfect place to have supernatural meetings, but also because way back in the day, before the fire, Derek used to come over to her house.
"Audrey?" Warren felt her heart stop for a moment at her late sisters name.
Warren shook her head as she carefully walked over to him, trying to comprehend what was going on. He looked so young and so confused by everything.
Warren sat on the coffee table in front of him and smiled. "Hey wolfie."
He looked at her shocked, knowing that there was only one person in his life that had ever called him that, and that was Warren when she was little. "But, how. You're the same,"
She looked at Scott before looking back at him. "How much did they tell you?"
He growled for a moment and she nodded. "You guys can go. I'll explain everything."
"Warren," She looked at Scott again and shook her head.
"I'm the only one he really knows. I've got this." She did not take her off of the young and confused Derek as her friends left, Stiles being the last one out the door.
"Just call if you need help." But she did not answer him as she smiled softly at Derek.
"Tell me everything." He begged as she took his hands hi hers and nodded.
"Where do you want me to start?" Before he could even open his mouth, she knew he was going to ask about his family and where they were. Why a pack of misfit teenagers were the ones to come and save him.
"Can you tell when someone is lying yet?" He shook his head and she nodded. "I need you to listen to my heart, I'm going to tell a lie and then I'm going to tell the truth."
"Why?"
"Because I need you to know that I am not going to lie to you."
He nodded as she smiled. "Are you listening?"
He nodded, honing in on the rhythmic beat of her heart. "Ready?"
He nodded. "My hair is blue."
He heard a slight irregularity and nodded as she went on with the truth.
"Your hair is black." Truth.
He nodded once more and she took a deep breath. "I need you to be patient. Ask questions, but please don't run off." He squeezed her hands as he nodded and she told the story the best she knew it.
Ten minutes later, Derek looked as if he was about to shift, but Warren was not scared of him. "Where is Audrey and Maken?"
Warren looked down for a moment. "A car crash, about two years after the fire. Mom left and dad works in the bay now."
"Why are you still here?"
She thought about it for a moment, in fact she had been thinking about it since the supernatural had come back into her life and her only answer was Stiles and Scott. "My friends. They are the only things I have left and I would be too worried about them getting themselves killed if I left."
He nodded, but she was not sure that he honestly understood because he was still dealing with everything that she had just told him and truth be told, she's not sure how she would have handled it either.
Later that night, while Derek was passed out in her bed from emotional exhaustion, not that she blamed him, Warren sat at her desk and typed away on her laptop, looking for answers.
How Kate had done this to him and if it was reversible. She knew the others were working on the same problem, but ever since she had Stiles had slept together, she was better at doing research on her own. And right now it took her mind off of everything, so that was a bonus. That was until there was a creek at her door and when she looked up, Isaac was standing there.
After Allison had died, Isaac left with Chris for France to grieve. No one questioned it because everyone, including Scott knew that they had been falling in love before her death. Even if her last words were about loving Scott, everyone knew.
That had left Isaac broken and he needed to get away. When he showed up four nights ago with no where to go and completely lost without Derek, she had invited him into her home.
In those last four days, she had only seen him a handful of times, but now he must have heard about Derek. "Its true." He mumbled softly as she nodded and patted her desk. Isaac walked over to her a moment later and pulled him into a hug.
"Call next time, I was worried about you. Things are, they're going to get bad again."
He glanced over at the sleeping Derek nodded. "Its Beacon Hills, when is it ever going to be good."
She chuckled because she couldn't disagree with him. "There should be some food in the kitchen, I'm going to keep working for a little longer."
"And then?"
She sighed as she looked over to Derek. "I don't want to leave him alone for very long."
Isaac nodded. "I'll stay with him. You need to go blow off some steam."
She nodded, wondering if she ever would have been friends with Isaac had there not been the werewolf factor; up until he was turned, he was just another face in the crowd to her but now she loved him quite dearly.
Carefully Warren walked over to her bed, sat down and woke Derek. He looked at her startled before remembering where he was and what was going on. "Is everything okay? Do you want your bed back?"
She shook her head with a smile. "All the times I stole yours, nah. Its okay." She looked over to where Isaac was sitting causing Derek to jump as if ready for a fight. She quickly calmed him down. "Derek, its okay. Its Isaac. He was one of your betas."
Isaac waved. "Whats going on?"
Warren smiled. "I need to go out for a couple of hours and Isaac is going to stay with you."
"I don't need a babysitter."
"I know, but you do need someone who is in control of their shift and can help you if you need help."
"Sounds like a babysitter."
She rolled her eyes. "I apologize now for all the times I was ever like this."
Derek smiled at her. "Don't stay gone too long."
She shook her head. "I won't. I just need to unwind a bit. Work out some theories."
He nodded as he laid back down, still looking over at Isaac. "So you're Isaac?" Isaac nodded as he watched Warren leave out of the corner of his eye. "You live here?"
Isaac nodded again. "Warren is pretty amazing that way. She jokes that she likes strays." Derek smiled as his lids began to drop again and Isaac nodded. "Its cool dude. Go back to sleep. I'll be here the whole time." And like that, Derek felt safe and fell back asleep.
Warren didn't mind Isaac knowing where she was going, in fact it was probably a good thing considering everything. When she pulled into the bars parking lot, she decided that she didn't feel like changing tonight and simply walked in with Jack smirking at her as he always did.
Before she even reached the bar, he was pouring her drink and setting it on the bar. "Good man." She knocked it back and got comfortable in her seat.
"No fun tonight?"
She shook her head. "I miss Audrey." He nodded sadly as he poured her a drink and then himself. When he raised his glass, Warren did the same and together they took their shot.
"So tonight its a sad night?" He inquired as she nodded, grabbing the bottle from him and pouring herself a shot. "What happened?"
Jack knew a lot of things, one of the being that Beacon Hills was not normal. The other being that Warren was neck deep in those problems, but he never pressed because he knew she would just close up and never talk to him. Sometimes he wondered if she knew that he needed her as much as she needed him.
Two hours later, Warren had told Jack about the whole Stiles thing, which he would have called her out on, but he knew now was not the time. She had also told him about the young and attractive deputy that she would like to see naked.
It was around then that he cut her off and started her Crown and Coke, which they both knew was minus the Crown. It was also around then that he called the Sheriff's station for someone to come and pick her up because there was no way he was letting her drive tonight and he knew she would have killed him if he had called Stiles.
Five minutes Parrish walked into a bar he had passed many times, but had never been in and beelined for the bar. There he found Warren playing with the straws as she hummed to herself.
When Jack greeted the deputy, Warren turned, stared at Parrish for a moment then swirled back towards Jack. "I hate you."
"I can't drive you home tonight and you're not driving." She huffed, but did not disagree. She saw something fly passed her head and realized that Jack had tossed her keys at Parrish, who caught them with ease.
"I'm sure the sheriff is going to want to hear about this."
Warren turned back to Parrish, shaking her head. "Don't worry the old man. He worries too much. Plus, Jack never lets me drink too much."
"He shouldn't let you drink at all, its against the law."
Jack made a face. "Trust me, its better then what she would do on her own."
Warren looked at him offended and when she went to counter him, he shook his head. "Halloween two years ago."
She snorted as she pointed at him and nodded. "True. This way he keeps an eye on me." She leaned across the bar and kissed his cheek. "Love ya bro."
He kissed her back. "Love you too. Try not to embarrass yourself." He muttered in her ear as she felt Parrish gently grab ahold of her arm.
"Come on Warren, lets get you home." She nodded as she waved goodbye to Jack and they walked out.
It wasn't till they had started driving and were sitting at a stop sign that he spoke. "Do you do this a lot?"
She sighed as she looked at him, glad he let her sit upfront. "I have a lot of things to deal with and this is the easiest way to do it."
He nodded carefully as he turned, but not towards the direction of her house. "You want to talk about it?"
She chuckled as she looked at him, thinking back to how she was just telling Jack how cute she thought he was. "There isn't much to say. I survived a car crash that killed my older siblings. My mom took off afterwards and my dad just checked out and moved to the city. Three of my good friends are dead and not too long ago I got stabbed in the chest and left for dead in my own bedroom."
He nodded, realizing how out of his league he was. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with my best friend, but it doesn't matter because he's with someone else now. And right now I am sitting in a cop car with a very attractive deputy." She smiled as he blushed again and shook his head.
"I think that's the alcohol talking."
She shook her head. "I'm actually pretty sober." He nodded as if he didn't believe her, but she only continued to smile.
"Would you like to give me a field sobriety test, the only thing I won't pass is the breathalyzer."
"Because you're drunk."
She sighed and shook her head. "I'm really not."
He nodded again and stopped at a light. "Which way home?"
"How forward of you. But I don't mind, I like it when guys are forward."
He blushed again, which made her grin. "If I'm making you uncomfortable, I can always walk-"
"No, not with the way this town has been. You're not walking anywhere."
She nodded. "Listen. I think you're attractive. I think you might find me attractive as well, but I can't be sure. If its the age thing, as a deputy, you know that I am of age for consent in California. Or if its because I have been drinking, trust me, I have never been so drunk that I regret anything the next day." She thought about it for a moment. "Except the one time I wore a dress when I rod the mechanical bull in the city. I regretted that, but at least I was wearing underwear." As he listened to her ramble, he knew she had a point.
He knew she was technically legal. He also knew that he did in fact find her attractive and found himself thinking about her sometimes, with her bubbly and stubborn personality. But there was also the nagging fact that she was like a daughter to his boss, but most importantly, because she had been drinking and he better then anyone knew the legality of that situation.
Her voice broke him out of his thoughts. "I'm going to try something and if you don't like it, you can drop me off at Scott's."
He stared at her, about to ask why Scott's and not her own place when she leaned over and kissed him. It was a soft kiss and before she could sit back in her own seat, his arm was wrapping around her, pulling her against him to kiss her harder.
She smiled against his lips as they broke apart for air. "So, where are we going?" She bit her lip as she waited for his answer and was certainly not disappointed with it.
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