Third Person POV

Do I ever question my role in life? Why some people get to live and other's get to die? Do I ever stop and think why did that guy die? He had a wife and two kids, why couldn't the scumbag criminal who shot him have somehow died instead? And the honest answer is no.

If I start doing that then… It'll make my job so much harder. It's just easier to work on the edges, never getting really attached to anyone.

Noah and Mika wrestled a thrashing, swearing Erin to the ground and managed to tie her hands with cable ties and put a muzzle over her face to stop her from biting them.

"So is this a regular thing?" Noah asked as Mika shoved Erin into the back seat of his car.

"No." Mika closed the door on a scowling Erin. "Sometimes a particularly mean spirit won't want to move on and with reapers being susceptible to the dead the spirit tries to cling on in them." Mika pulled out his phone. "I need to call her mother to get ready for our arrival. Noah go fetch my bag."

Noah hurried inside.

Mika pressed the phone to his ear. "Trudy. It's happened again. Yeah get the room ready." He hung up the phone and looked at Erin panting in the car.

Somebody's Girl

Sheriff Stilinski pulled up to the Prince household. The station had received several calls from neighbours claiming to have heard screaming and the sounds of a fight going on inside. Everything seemed fine now. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary now. He rang the doorbell and waited.

Trudy Prince looked up from where she was making a cup of tea and walked to the door. "Sheriff Stilinski?" She blinked leaning in the doorway. "Is everything okay?"

"Hi Trudy. We've had a few calls about a disturbance. Is everything okay?" John asked.

Trudy smiled. "Of course. I told Erin to turn down the horror movies. Teenagers huh? Sorry about the disturbance." She told him.

John chuckled. "Alright, well tell Erin to keep it down next time. Have a good night."

"You too." Trudy shut the door and went back upstairs to find Noah asleep in her daughter's desk chair and Erin sitting up in bed with her laptop on her lap. "Here you go sweetie."

Erin smiled. "Thanks mum." She asked the cup of tea. "It feels like someone ripped out my vocal chords and replaced them with sandpaper." Erin took a sip of tea and sighed.

Trudy patted her daughter's knee. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

Erin shook her head. "No, I think I'm just going to go to sleep." She set her tea down.

"Okay." Trudy stood up and shook Noah awake. "Noah why don't you crash in our spare room."

Noah started awake. "Sorry Mrs Prince. That would be wonderful thank you." He stood up and turned to Erin. "You okay?" He asked.

Erin nodded. "Never better."

"Does that happen often?" Noah asked.

"It's only happened to me eight times in the past two years." Erin shrugged.

Noah nodded. "Right, great."

Erin rubbed the back of her neck. "Thanks. You didn't have to stay."

Noah shrugged. "We all need someone to watch our backs right?"

Erin smiled. "Well I'm glad you've got my back."

"I'm glad you've got mine too." Noah fist bumped Erin and followed her mum out of the room.

Erin's POV

Mum made me stay off school the next day which I was thankful for because I was exhausted. By the time I managed to wake up at around one in the afternoon, Noah and I camped out in my room, sharing the large platter of food my mum had made. It turns out Noah and I had quite a bit in common. We were both major geeks, had a love for science and loved reading. Slowly I was beginning to realise that I had for the first time in years, made a real friend. Someone who actually got what I was going through. It was halfway through our conversation analysing the Game of Thrones books when the doorbell rang.

I frowned in confusion but shrugged and returned to arguing how pissed off I was about the portrayal of Daenerys Targaryen's and Khal Drogo's wedding night in the tv show.

"Erin. You have a visitor." Mum pushed open the door to reveal Stiles Stilinski stood awkwardly behind her. He gave me a small smile.

There was a brief silence which was broken by a phone. Noah pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket and looked down at the screen. "I've gotta go. Catch ya later." Noah grinned at me and left slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Thanks for letter me crash here tonight."

I watched my mum walk away with Noah leaving me and Stiles in the room. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

Stiles blinked. "Oh right. I er… Brought you our assignments for the classes we're in together. I know you like to keep on top of things with your school work." He handed over some sheets of paper. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad." I accepted the papers. "Thanks." I set them on the bed. "You want a cookie?" I motioned to the plate.

Stiles nodded. "Sure." He perched on the edge of the bed and snatched one of my mum's butterscotch cookies off the platter. "So who's that guy?" He asked.

I grinned picking at one of the cookies. "That's just Noah. He's a friend. He just moved here and he's working with me at the library." I explained.

Stiles frowned. "I didn't think you did friends?"

I shrugged. "I guess I'm trying something new." I gave him a small smile.

Stiles nodded and looked around my room. "So this is your room? It's nice. You like Star Wars."

"I thought my roller derby name would have given that one away." I tilted my head to the side. "I love anything sci-fi or fantasy or horror. I'm a big horror fan." I nodded my head.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed from the entire bookshelf dedicated to Stephen King." Stiles looked at one of my bookshelves.

I smiled. "Those were my dad's. He introduced me to horror in all it's glory."

Stiles smiled. "Where is your dad?"

"He died just before my thirteenth birthday." I explained looking down at my hands.

"Oh crap. I'm sorry." Stiles apologised. "That must have sucked."

I reached for my tea and took a sip. "You have no idea."

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually I kinda do." He mumbled.

I furrowed my brow in realisation. "Your mum, of course, I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"It's okay." Stiles waved off my apology as I had his. "Did you know she used to be on your roller derby team?" He asked.

I nodded. "Oh yeah. She was a legend." I set my mug down.

Stiles grinned. "Really?"

"Hell yes. There's this frame newspaper article in our locker room. Do you know she took our team to eleven national championships during her thirteen year captaincy?" I asked him.

Stiles shook his head.

I bit my lip. "She's kind of my hero." I admitted.

"Wow." Stiles sighed. "It's weird, you know to hear people talk about her."

I nodded. "Death is final. One day you're here, the next you're gone." I snapped my fingers. "Just like that. But just because we die, doesn't mean we stop living in the hearts of others."

Stiles smiled. "That's deep."

"I'm so deep paddling pools look at me in envy." I gasped placing a hand over my chest.

Stiles chuckled. "And we're back to the sarcasm."

I shrugged. "I'm 142 pounds of human. Sarcasm is my first line of defence." I sipped my tea which had gone cold but still tasted good.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Stiles shifted on the bed. "Well I should get going I'm supposed to be meeting my dad for dinner. Get well soon. School is boring without you."

I smiled. "Should be back on Wednesday."

Stiles nodded. "I'll see you Wednesday." He left my room.

I exhaled a long breath and slumped back into my pillows. "Well that was weird." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head and pulled my laptop towards me.