Hey, thanks for all your awesome reviews.

Arianna Le Fay: Hi, I kept Kate alive honestly just for more drama and tension, and Victoria hasn't died yet, as it is only halfway through season 2 when this starts. I wouldn't say any future than episode six or seven. I will get into more of the season two storyline later.

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They were at the emergency room in ten minutes after driving a little faster than they should have, especially with two kids in the back. Scott carried Charlotte and Stiles carried Kevin, as they made their way to the front desk where his mom sat. Her eyes widened when she saw her son carrying her granddaughter in public where anyone could see them. She knew it must be something serious, so before anyone said anything, she was already guiding all four of them into an empty room.

"What's wrong? Because even though I love seeing my granddaughter, I know you don't exactly want to be seen with her in public because of a certain family," she said quietly.

"We're pretty sure she has a fever. She's burning up," he said while holding her out to give to his mom. She took her and placed her down on the bed, Scott sitting next to her to make sure she didn't fall off. His mom took her temperature and her eyes widened as she read how high it was.

"Scott, her temperature is 105.7. She needs to have a bunch of testing done. I'm confused though, I thought werewolves couldn't get sick."

Scott looked up at his mom and said, "I guess she's isn't a werewolf."

"Uh, guys. I think she probably is. Most definitely," he said, making them both look at him questionably. He pointed at Charlotte, and when they saw her, both their jaws dropped. Her eyes were glowing a bright yellow.

"Oh, no," Scott said as he tried to calm her down to get her to get her eyes to turn back to normal.

"Scott, do you want me to call Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, maybe he will know something about this. Shh, shh baby it's okay."

Stiles pulled out his phone and called Derek, who said to put him on speaker. "Hey Scott, so what's wrong with her exactly?" Derek asked.

"She won't eat, she has a fever of 104.7, and now her eyes are glowing," He responded.

"Okay, take off your shirt," he instructed, making Stiles ask, "What?"

Scott didn't question him though, as he did as he was told. "Okay, now what?"

"Strip Charlotte down to her diaper, then cradle her in your arms." Scott did everything, but she still was crying hysterically. "Okay, look down at her, and flash your eyes."

This time, Scott did question him. "What? Why?"

"Because it will help her calm down, DO IT," he said, quite loudly.

Scott flashed his eyes down at his daughter, who immediately changed her eyes back and stopped crying.

"Holy crap, it worked," Stiles said through the phone.

"Is her fever gone?" Derek asked.

Scott put his hand on her head and said, "Yeah, she doesn't feel warm at all. What happened?"

"It's a full moon tonight. Since she is a young wolf, her body doesn't know how to handle it, so if tries to fight it off like a sickness. Usually they should only have their eyes glow on full moons, but I've heard if they're really distressed, they may glow on certain occasions, so I would tell Allison to keep a close eye on that."

"She's not going to go full out werewolf anytime soon, right?"

"No, she shouldn't until she reaches elementary school, and it's not very aggressive until she's a little older. You should be fine," he assured them. Scott gave him a quick thanks before Stiles hung up. Scott then sighed in relief and sat down, looking at his daughter. His mom handed him the bottle from his bag, and he gave it to her, which she took gratefully.

"I was so scared," Scott admitted to his mom. She sat next to him and placed her arm around his shoulder.

"Believe me, I know. You got pneumonia when you were seven months old, I was scared to death. You were sick for weeks. You didn't want to sleep or eat. You scared me to death, almost as much as when I found out you had a daughter," she said, making Scott laugh.

A Few Months Ago…

Scott was getting ready for bed, when he heard a knock at the door. He figured his mom must have lost her keys, so he threw on his t-shirt, and went to let her in. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see it wasn't his mother standing there, but instead it was his girlfriend, who had tear tracks down her face, and their crying one month old wrapped in her arms.

"Scott," Allison said, and he could hear the desperation in her voice, "I need your help."

Scott didn't even ask what was wrong as he immediately nodded and took Charlotte from her. He carried her to the den, with Allison following closely behind. He bounced her gently as he paced back and forth across the room. "Shh, shh I've got you."

Allison sat down on the couch and rested her head in her hands. Once Charlotte was finally calmed down, Scott put her in the pack and play he had at his house for some rare nights Allison was able to bring her over. He then walked over to Allison and pulled her towards him, so that her head was in his neck.

"What happened?"

"I had just gotten home, and she had been crying the whole ride. Then when I got inside, I found a note saying that my family went out and wouldn't be back for the rest of the night, which would have been great, except my father has been amazing help ever since I had her. Then I tried to feed her, but she wasn't taking a bottle and…"

"And what?" he asked.

She pulled back, her face a bright red as she said, "My breast were really sore."

Scott brushed his hand through her hair, and left it resting behind her ear. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I know it probably isn't the easiest thing to always be feeding her. We can get formula, if you want."

"NO," Allison yelled at him, then shoved her hands over her mouth when she realized how loud she was. Both sets of eyes darted to the baby laying in the pack and play, and let out a breath of relief when they saw that she hadn't flinched.

Scott then turned back to Allison and whispered, "Why not?"

"I'm her mother. I should be able to do the one thing these things were actually made for. I would feel like a failure if I gave up and fed her formula," she admitted.

Scott placed his hands on her shoulders, and made her look at him. "You are not a failure. Plenty of people have to use formula, and they aren't failures. Our daughter will be okay either way."

The sides of Allison's mouth raised slightly, but if was far from a smile. Scott knew that if she did end up using formula, she would eventually get used to it, but he knew how much she loved the special bonding time she got with Charlotte when she fed her. Plus, breast feeding's much cheaper, and money isn't exactly a thing they had plenty of. Allison grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to lay beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she put hers around his arm. They stayed in that position for a while, letting the comfortable silence lure them to sleep. A few hours later, they both awoke suddenly to the sound of Charlotte wailing loudly.

"I've got her," Scott said as he gave her a kiss on her forehead, then crawled over her. He picked up his daughter and clutched her close to his chest as he said, "Shh, shh, daddy's got you. It's okay, everything is okay." A few seconds later, a foul smell met his nose. A smell that was so bad, he had to let out a small gag. "I think she needs a diaper change," he said as he held her out to Allison.

She just laughed at him and said, "Well then, change him Daddy."

Scott gave her a playful scowl, then he went to his room and found the diapers he had hidden under his bed so his mom wouldn't find them. He changed it as quickly as he could, the he put the diaper in his bathroom trashcan, and shut the door. After he washed his hands and re-hid the diapers, he lifted her off the floor and brought her back to the room saying, "I don't know how such bad smells come from such a tiny little ball of sweetness. Don't worry though baby, Daddy loves you anyway."

Just then, a loud crash was heard, so Scott turned his head to see what happened. His eyes widened when he saw his mom standing over a broken bowl filled with soup that was spilling all over her shoes.

"M-Mom! I thought you were working the night shift tonight," Scott exclaimed as he tried to take the attention away from the infant in his arms.

"I got off early, so I picked us up some soup and came home, thinking you would be playing video games. Care to explain Scott?" her glance then turned to the other wide-eyed teenager in the room and asked, "Allison?"

Scott realized he wasn't going to be able to lie his way out of this, so he handed Charlotte to Allison, then guided his mom the couch, trying to make her sit, but she wasn't having it. "I don't want to sit Scott, I want answers."

"I promise, it will be better if you sit," said Scott.

His mother scoffed, "Well, sorry if I don't trust you right now," she said, but then decided to take a seat anyway.

"Mom, I wanted to tell you," Scott told her sincerely.

"Tell me what Scott?" she said, hoping and praying that he forgot to tell her that he had a school project where he was supposed to pretend to be a dad for twenty-four hours.

"We decided it would be better for everyone if only we knew," he continued, avoiding actually answering her.

"Knew what, Scott?" she asked slowly through gritted teeth.

"And I know that you didn-"

-FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SCOTT TELL ME," she yelled at him, though immediately regretted it when Charlotte let out a high-pitched wail.

"I'm going to take her into your room," Allison said, then walked away to give them time to talk.

"Mom, Allison and I… w-we," he took a deep breath then said, "We have a daughter."

Melisa closed her eyes and didn't say anything for a few moments as she just sat in silence. Scott didn't like seeing his mom like this, so he quickly said, "Mom, I promise, I was going to tell you, but we couldn't. I was eventually going to though, I promise." She didn't flinch. "Mom?" Scott asked, scared.

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes and letting out a small laugh. That small laugh soon turned to a louder, more hysterical one.

"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Am I okay? Did you seriously just ask me if I'm okay? I just found out that my seventeen-year-old son had a daughter, that he didn't want to tell me about, for some reason. Why? What is the reason that you couldn't tell me? Did you think I wouldn't understand? Did you think I would lecture you? Kick you out? Please tell me what kept you from telling me about my granddaughter."

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I did this to protect her," he answered.

His mom looked more hurt than he knew was possible. "You were trying to protect her from me?"

Scott shook his head fiercely. "NO! Definitely not you. Allison's family. They are not good people, and if they knew I was the one who got their daughter pregnant, they would kill me and probably kill Charlotte."

"Why the heck would they kill you, or a baby for that matter? Don't feed me such bull, Scott. I am so disappointed in you, and not just for getting your girlfriend pregnant, but mostly for not manning up and telling me."

"Mom, I swear. There is a reason, and I'm going to tell you, but you gotta promise to believe me."

She looked like she would never actually trust him again, but she nodded to see what dumb reasoning he gave.

"I'm a werewolf," he told her.

She slapped his arm as she bursted out laughing, then said, "You seriously had me for a minute there, Scott. The secret child thing I could believe, but you should have known I'm not that naive to believe in wer-"

She was cut off by Scott transforming into a werewolf.

"OH MY GOD!"