I would like to greatly apologize for the two week disappearance.

School work got in the way and then I got offered a tutoring position

for two lovely girls who do not speak English very well and are struggling in Art History.

In fact the only reason I have time to post is I'm waiting for them between classes.

So hopefully this chapter will make up for it.

There is some nakie going on ;)

In the morning, Warren was greeted much nicer than she had the day before, with Jordan's smiling face and a cup of coffee. As she sat up and took the mug from him she took a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of the coffee.

"Don't take this the wrong way," He made a face, but waited for her to finish. "But I think I love you." She took a sip of the coffee and practically moaned. "I take that back, I definitely do."

He laughed as he smiled at her, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. "So last night,"

She found herself smirking. "Was very nice. Very, very nice."

"Me too." They sat in silence for a moment before it was broken by her phone buzzing.

"Son of a bitch." She muttered as she put the mug down on the nightstand and bent over to grab her phone from her shorts.

She groaned. "What's wrong?"

"Twenty-two missed calls and I am not even going to count the number of texts."

She ran her hand over her face as she listened to the last voicemail she had gotten from Stiles, "I know you're pissed about something, but you know this is not how to deal with it. With everything, I just need to know that you're okay Warren, okay. Just call me back okay? I need to know you're okay? Please don't make me call my dad."

Warren put her phone down and sighed. "That bad?"

"So last night, you picked me up and slept on your couch."

He gave her another strange look, but she winked at him and he nodded. "Right."

"I just, I don't know if you want to do this again. I wouldn't mind at all, but I'm sure you don't want people knowing right now, which is fine with me."

Jordan was both surprised and confused by Warren; she was just so strangely calm and levelheaded. "I wouldn't hate it."

She nodded. "Okay, so I purpose a shower before you take me back to my car, if you don't mind that is."

"Not at all. Its my civic duty after all." She grinned widely as grabbed her and started pulling her towards the bathroom for one last round.

It was almost noon when she walked through the front door of her house, where she found all of her friends gathered in the living room, looking at her as if they were about to start screaming. "Yo."

Isaac was the only one who did not question where she had been. "I tried to tell them." He muttered from his coffee mug as she nodded towards him as a thanks.

He knew where she went and why she liked to go there; he had found out after Erica had died and had followed her. He never judged her as she knew her other friends would, so she never brought it up.

Before she could even put her bag down, Stiles was up and yelling at her. "Do you have any idea how fucking worried we've been? All night? We looked for you all night and found your car at a bar, which I don't even know. We thought you had been kidnapped. And-"

She covered his mouth with her hand. "Stop it." She looked at the pack. "I'm fine. Isaac told you I was fine," She licked her lips as she took a deep breath. "I needed a break okay? What I was doing, is none of your business, any of you, okay? Least of all someone that has a girlfriend."

Her eyes darted over towards Malia. "Okay?"

Stiles looked as if he was about to counter her, but Malia spoke up. "You're not her boyfriend Stiles."

"No, I'm her best friend. Or so I thought."

Warren rolled her eyes at him, not in the mood for him at the moment. "Listen, has there been any new developments?" There was no answer. "Okay, well I'm going to go change and continue what I was working on last night. Hopefully I'll have some answers in a couple of hours, okay? Okay."

As she walked up the stairs, she knew she was following, but when she turned to close her bedroom door, she was surprised to see who it was; Lydia. "What do you want?"

They had never been very close; the only thing they had in common was Allison and she was dead now. "Where were you, really?" When Warren didn't answer and just started taking her clothes off instead, Lydia didn't even turn around.

"I have a few guesses."

Warren looked over her shoulder at Lydia as she pulled her shorts off, her underwear with them and pulled a fresh pair on. "Which is?"

"I know the walk of shame when I see it."

Warren rolled her eyes as she pulled a plaid shirt on, not bothering with a bra. "I wasn't shameful about it. You know I really hate that term anyways." She muttered the last part as she sat at the desk and stared at Lydia as she sat down on her bed.

"Why wouldn't you just say thats where you were?"

"Because its not any of your guys business."

Lydia nodded as she stared at her. "When Stiles called me last night, he was panicking. He thought someone had taken you like they had Derek, or that you were hurt," Lydia looked down to the large bloodstain on the hardwood floor that just refused to be washed away.

Warren stared at it for a moment, shaking her head. "He's just that way. He cares about everyone. Its part of being the token human. We over care and protect because we don't have fangs and claws to protect everyone."

"I don't either."

Warren smiled sadly. "But you have powers Lydia. We might not know all of them yet, but you do. You're still doing better then us."

Warren looked at her hands. "When I do things like this, its because I need to work things out on my own, so I can protect the people I love."

"How does that work?"

Warren smirked. "You're a genius Lydia. I know you'll figure it out. Till then, stay or go, but I need to get back to work on this."

And like that, Warren turned back to her computer and began typing away, searching for the answers they needed and Lydia walked away with a new respect for the girl with pink hair.

While Warren was working on her theories, Derek walked in and it took her a moment to remember why he looked so young. "Hey wolfie."

He glared at her as he pulled up the extra chair that used to be Stiles chair and sat next to her. "Where were you? I was, you said you were only going to be gone for a few hours."

Warren sighed as she minimized her screen and focused her attention on him. "I lost track of time." He was listening to her heart as she had taught him, but could not tell if that was a lie or not. "I'm sorry for worrying you, I really am. For everyone, but something you'll remember once you get turned back to grown up size, is that sometimes I just need space from everyone."

Derek looked down. "Even me?"

She chuckled as she thought back to the time that she had found herself in the loft while Derek was there and they would not speak to each other for hours. "No, not you. You understand the need for silence and appreciate it."

He looked confused. "Then last night,"

She smiled again. "I really just needed to blow off some steam and get away from all of this, supernatural crap." He nodded, remembering that she was human. Even when she was little, he always had to remind himself of that fact, that she was just a human.

Warren patted his knee as she turned back towards her computer. "Anything else wolfie?"

He shook his head as he grabbed a book from the desk and started flipping through it. "I think I just need some silence too." She smirked. "I honestly don't know how you handle those idiots all the time."

Warren chuckled as she popped her knuckles. "They have their moments," She thought about it for a moment. "Plus, why do you think I'm always hanging out with you. Well, you know, the older you."

It was Derek's turn to smirk. "I thought it was because you thought were we getting married."

Warren turned bright red as Isaac walked in with a big smile on his face. "You guys are doing what?"

Warren rolled her eyes. "When I was little, I had a crush on wolfie here and I was determined that we were going to get married when I turned sixteen."

"Sixteen?"

Isaac nearly chuckled on air as Derek nodded. "Yep, she said she didn't want to wait till she was eighteen."

Warren rolled her eyes again. "I was ten and you were the only older boy who hung out with me."

Derek shook his head. "Oh come on, you turned out pretty cute, we can get married now."

Warren chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry buddy, you missed your opportunity."

Isaac nodded. "You offered her the bite and she turned you down, I think that means she's over you man." Derek made a face, but Warren ignored him as she went back to her computer.

A moment later she turned back and looked at Isaac. "Whatcha doin up here puppy?"

Isaac shrugged. "I wanted to see how your research was going."

She shrugged as well. "Eh, could be better. You know, I could just find the answer now or something." She stared at the screen. "What are Scott and Stiles doing?"

Isaac sighed as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "Scott and Kira are trying not to make cute eyes at each other and Stiles and Malia are currently arguing about something and all I keep catching is your name."

Warren groaned and made a face before looking over to Derek. "See why I hide out at your place?" He gave her a confused shrug which made her sigh again. "Sorry buddy. I'm trying." He nodded as she moaned and ran her hands through her hair. "Come on boys, better go make sure Malia doesn't coyote out and kill someone." She stood, held out her hand, which Derek took and Isaac followed as they left her room.

When they descended down the stairs, Malia walked over and stood in front of Warren, causing Isaac to take a defensive stance. "Yes?"

Malia stared at her. "Do you want Stiles, because you can't. He's mine."

Stiles was standing behind Malia shaking his head as if wondering how this had all happened.

Warren took a deep breath. "No Malia. Stiles is, for some strange reason, my best friend and nothing more." Derek caught the blimp in her heart beat which Malia did not catch.

With her arms across her chest, Malia nodded. "Okay then."

Before she could walk away, Warren spoke. "I know its confusing, that this is new to you, but being worried, it doesn't just happen for the people we're with, it happens with friends too."

"So I should be worried if something happened to you?"

Warren smiled. "Only if you consider me your friend."

Malia looked over to Stiles who nodded. "Well, if it was me or you, I would leave you to die." Warren nodded as Stiles's head fell to his hands.

"Its progress." He muttered as Warren rolled her eyes and walked over to the couches where Scott and Kira were seated. "Once again, tell me everything about the crypt. Every detail you remember."

After going through it again, Warren nodded and walked out of the room, when she came back, she had a book propped open in her hands. "Like this one?"

Scott looked at it, then to her; it was the exact one and they both knew it. "I thought," She only nodded as she closed the book and thats when Scott and Stiles realized that it wasn't a book, but one of her mothers research notebooks that she had left behind.

"What does this mean?" Malia inquired, but it took a few moments before anymore spoke.

Warren sighed heavily as she ran her free hand through her hair. "I'll be going through my moms work tonight."

She looked over to Isaac who nodded, then looked at Scott who nodded as well. "Dudes sleepover tonight." He looked at Kira and Malia. "Sorry guys."

Kira waved her off, but Malia looked confused. "Why?"

"It means just us guys."

"Why?" She asked again, which Scott made a face and looked to Stiles for help.

"It means we just want to hang out amongst ourselves. Why don't you and Kira call Lydia and do something fun together tonight. Like a girls night."

Malia looked confused. "What about Warren, you're a girl aren't you?"

Warren smiled. "Nah, I'm just a cool dude with really long hair."

Now she was even more confused, so Kira took over. "I think that Warren wants to go through her mothers things alone tonight, so we're all leaving so she can do that. Come on." She wrapped her arm around Malia, who still seemed confused by some aspect of what was going on as Warren gave Kira a thankful smile.

Once they were gone, Warren looked at Derek. "You can come back in the morning, its just that I need," But Derek shook his head; he may not be the same person he normally was, with the same life experiences, but if it was one thing he knew about Warren, was that she used to worship her mother and the fact that she left, he could tell that still hurt her fairly bad.

"Cool."

She sighed. "I'll text you guys if I get anything. In the mean time, play nice or I'll hear about it."

"Yes mom." Isaac said with a roll of his eyes as she playfully nudged him.

"That's right pup, now scoot." Warren watched as her friends filed out of her house and the moment they were gone, she walked into the kitchen, opened the door to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of Scotch.

It wasn't her favorite, no it was her mothers and for some reason it only felt right to drink her favorite drink while she poured over her mothers notes.

Authors Note: Favorite and review. I always appreciate the feedback. I promise its going to start picking up pretty soon, I just wanted y'all to get a good sense of Warren and her personality. Thanks loves.

Also, I get a few reviews and I might post again on Monday ;)