Ch. 2: Anchor p. 1

Authors note:

Hey guys! I'm now going to do my best to kind of follow the episodes from here on out, adding my own scenes into the mix of course.

As you can see, we're starting with 3B – Void Stiles.

I hope you have enjoyed this so far!

Using Rachel Weisz as inspiration for Maeve's mom, Evelyn.

Maeve quickly grabbed a pair of shorts to slide on and raced down the stairs. She threw the front door open, not bothering to close it behind her and sprinted across both her and her neighbor's yards until she was standing at their front door.

She didn't hesitate to pound on the door. She wasn't sure what her neighbor's name was, but she kept pounding, gasping for breath, shouting out "hey" loudly multiple times.

The front door swung open, revealing an older man with a very confused look on his face.

"Can I help you?" he asked warily. Hand firm around the edge of the door, the other bracing the door frame as if to block her if she decided to run inside.

"I heard a scream, are you guys okay?" she asked, still gasping as she was short of breath from the mad dash from her room to here.

The man in front of her relaxed a bit, a heavy sigh releasing from his mouth as his shoulders drooped.

"Yeah, we're okay. I take it you're the new neighbor?" the man asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Hey, Noah," her mom's voice sounded from behind her. She whipped her head around, seeing her mother standing behind her on the porch in a robe.

"Evelyn?" he asked, eyes widening. "It's so good to see you," he said, walking past Maeve to hug her mother briefly. "I take it this is Maeve?" he asked, stepping back, and gesturing to the young girl standing with her mouth gaping open in front of the still open front door.

"Yes, this one belongs to me," her mom smiled fondly.

"She's grown so much," the man, Noah, said, placing his hands on his hips, a kind smile adorning his lips

Just as Maeve was about to ask what was going on, a familiar voice sounded from the top of the stairs.

"Dad?" She spun around as she spotted the very boy she was just dreaming about. He was dressed in the same pajamas from her dream as well. He pounded down the stairs, stopping short at the bottom when they made eye contact.

"Dad...?" He questioned again, this time in uncertainty; she could feel the emotion rolling off of him in waves. She could see the red surrounding his eyes, like he'd been crying, and it upset her that she didn't prevent it. Her dream had felt so real, and she was certain that it was. Maybe her flashes carried on into seeing dreams.

"Yeah, I'm here," Noah answered, stepping towards the door.

"Oh, this must be your boy, Noah!" her mother gasped in excitement. "Oh my gosh, you talk about Maeve growing, but she has nothing on Stiles. You're so tall now!" she gushed, her right hand covering her mouth in wonder, eyes glazed over.

Maeve raised a finger in the air, "Hi, yes, Maeve here. I'm so very glad that we're having this reunion or whatever is actually happening, but I just ran over here because I heard screams. I would like to know about the screams now, please and thank you."

She crossed her arms in front of her, pouting slightly. Very mature, she knows, but she just wanted to make sure her cute neighbor (Stiles?) was okay.

"Yeah, all good here," Stiles said, coming closer to the door. "Just a nightmare," he muttered as he took in the girl before him, like he was analyzing her every move. Just like in the dream, it was as if he was trying to solve her like someone would solve a mystery. One piece of evidence at a time.

"All right, well, we should probably go home and go back to bed, yeah Maeve?" her mother asked, wrapping her hand gently around her daughter's upper arm, pulling her off the porch. "Noah, it was so good to see you. I'll have to come by the station to catch up."

"Of course, Evelyn. And thank you Maeve, but next time you hear screams in the middle of the night, just call the police. You're lucky it wasn't something serious tonight, but that doesn't mean it couldn't be any other time." Noah said kindly. He turned towards his son, holding a hand out. "Hey Stiles, grab one of my card thingy's off the table right there, yeah yep, those," he took the card that Stiles held out to him with a smile.

"You ever hear anything, see anything at all, or if you feel like something is wrong, you can give me a call here," Noah handed her the card. She took it gingerly, reading the material in her hand

'Beacon Hills Police Department: Sheriff Noah Stilinski'

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Sheriff." She registered what it said and blurted, "Oh my gosh you're a SHERIFF. I think I could have lived my whole life never meeting the Sheriff of anything." She smacked herself in the forehead. "Sorry, that's not what I meant."

Wasn't it supposed to be a bad thing if a Sheriff knew who she was? That could end in a lot of trouble. She could never get away with anything ever in her life now. Well, not that she had any criminal activity to participate in, but the possibility was now taken away from her. What if she just wanted to casually bury a body? How could she get away with it if the sheriff knew who she was?! PERSONALLY?

The sheriff chuckled, glancing back at his son who was hinting at a smile, his lips raising quickly before going back into a neutral expression. "Hey, do you need a ride to school in the morning? I'm sure Stiles wouldn't mind-"

"Oh no, I don't wanna cause any more trouble than I've already caused tonight," she rushed out. Yeah, alone in the car with the very cute boy whose dream she just crashed tonight? Nah.

"No, it's fine. I'll give you a ride in the morning, it's no problem. Especially for the girl who rushed over here to be my hero against my bad dreams," Stiles smiled, a normal one this time, but his eyes were still shining in skepticism. "I need to be there a little earlier for something. Is that okay?"

"Oh, yeah, that's fine," she smiled in return. "I need to run by the office for my schedule anyway. And to find my locker. And to find my classes. So, yeah, early is good, it's great. It's fantastic-" She rambled.

"Yeah, okay. Goodnight, guys! Sorry for the intrusion," her mother pulled her away, saving her from further embarrassment.

"Oh my gosh, mom, I just rambled. I'm officially an idiot," Maeve whispered when her mother shut the front door. "And I'm not evening wearing shoes!" She threw her arms up in exasperation.

"Yeah, but you're a cute idiot," her mother laughed. Evelyn shooed her daughter up the stairs to get back to sleep.

Maeve searched her desk for an empty notebook, deciding she would start dream journaling. Once she finished her entry and dated it, she shoved the journal into her nightstand. She settled into bed, double checking her alarm clock, and drifted into sleep again.

Stiles woke the next morning, happy to not have had any more dreams after the absolutely terrifying disaster that was last night.

It was weird that he dreamt of his neighbor. At the time it had felt so real that it didn't seem like he had been dreaming at all.

When she appeared in the bed next to him, it was like he could smell whatever shampoo she used. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, even the slight sweat of her palms as she attached herself to his side. He could even feel the tickle of her hair brushing against his arm.

But when she showed up on his doorstep wearing the exact same clothes he noticed before, he thought he must have been stuck in another dream cycle.

But a niggling in the back of his mind somehow knew he was awake. In his dream, she seemed more ethereal. There was almost a glow to her in his dreams that she didn't have in real life.

Not to say that she wasn't beautiful, because she was very, very beautiful in Stiles' opinion. But she seemed more human in real life. It helped calm his nerves when he was able to tell the difference, when he was able to pick out what was real and what wasn't.

She had to be something to be in his dreams, right? He'd need to study her a bit more and do some research after school to see if there were any supernatural creatures that could jump into another person's dreams. Maybe she is the one causing all of his nightmares lately.

He quickly got dressed for the day and was shoving his books in his backpack when he noticed he couldn't read one of them. The letters were all jumbled together, like some kind of language he'd never seen before. Was he dreaming again?

"Hey." Stiles quickly turned around, seeing his dad standing in his doorway. "You alright?"

Stiles glanced back down at the book in his hand, the letters back to normal.

"You ready for school?" His dad changed tactics.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he said, adjusting the collar of his shirt. His dad gave him a look of disbelief.

"Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," Stiles explained, trying to convince his father he was okay when he really wasn't, when he noticed the box in his father's hands. "What's that?"

"Oh, just, uh, files from the office," he lifted the box in gesture.

"It says 'SHERIFF'S STATION DO NOT REMOVE'," Stiles pointed out.

"Well yeah, unless you're the Sheriff."

Stiles couldn't argue with him on that point.

"Get your butt to school, alright?" his dad said, turning around in the doorway and heading out.

He grabbed his keys off the table next to the front door, locking it behind him as he walked over to the house beside his. He hesitated for only a moment before gently knocking on their front door.

Just as he was about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal the girl of his dreams. Literally.

"Hey, just one second," she breathed out, before dashing back up her stairs.

Stiles could only stand there, gaping slightly as he registered that she wasn't in front of him anymore. Maybe that whole thing about her not being ethereal in real life wasn't true, because she looked stunning this morning. That or he was dreaming again, which was a terrifying thought.

She appeared in front of him, turning around to lock her own front door. He didn't know much about fashion, but he could definitely say that she was rocking whatever she had on. Some kind of black skirt that he'd sworn he'd seen Allison wearing once, with a very comfortable looking green sweatshirt that had those three witches from that Halloween movie on the front. The black see-through leg things she had on were very distracting as he tried to focus on her face, well her head as she hadn't turned around yet.

Just as he glanced back down at her legs, she whipped around to face him.

"Sorry, I had to run back up and grab my bag," she explained with a smile. Oh no, smiles, smiles were definitely way more enticing when she wore them.

He was supposed to be figuring out if she was something or not, not having his breath taken away by her smiles. He didn't get his usual bad vibes he normally had around suspicious people, but he couldn't be sure if those were even reliable anymore.

"Ah, no, no it's fine," he gulped.

They walked over to his jeep, and he couldn't help but to open her door for her. He was going for gentlemanly, but messed up as he tripped over himself to get to the door before her.

She giggled, before straightening her spine and turning her nose in the air. He thought that he definitely just screwed up royally.

"Thank you, sir," she smiled in his direction and taking on a posh English accent, sending him a quick wink before resuming the haughty stance she had taken. He chuckled as he caught on to what she was doing.

He copied her stance and cleared his throat before offering his hand to her. She burst into laughter, taking his hand to help herself up into the jeep. A tingle shot through his spine at the contact, but he shook it off. He shut the door for her before bounding over to the driver's side.

"So," she started once they were on the road. "Stiles?"

He scoffed a laugh. "Yeah, my first name is pretty hard to pronounce," he said by way of explanation.

"I get that. My dad had wanted to spell my name differently, but my mom vetoed it because she knew no one would say it right," she grinned.

"I thought Maeve was pretty straight forward," his brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced over at her. She had completely turned in her seat to face him while they were talking. He quickly moved his eyes back to the road with a blush. He can't remember the last time a girl gave him their full attention when there wasn't a crisis he had to solve.

"Hang on," she rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a notebook and a pen. "It's the Gaelic spelling that he was going for."

She wrote down something, biting her lip when she finished. "You're not gonna wreck if I show you a piece of paper, are you?"

He laughed a single, loud laugh. "Nah, this jeep and I have been through a lot. We've mastered multi-tasking while driving."

"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me," she said hugging the notebook closer to her chest, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, come on, show me the paper, I'll prove it," he exclaimed, holding his hand out towards her for the notebook. She smacked his hand away and his mouth dropped open, gaping at her.

He looked in her direction again, "Did you just swat my hand away like a mom?" Her eyes were wide, mouth open, like she hadn't even realized she'd done it before she pursed her lips.

"Yes, I did," she replied confidently. "Be glad the sound didn't come with it. I'm not dying today, I refuse. I can show you later!"

"Okay, fine, geez," he laughed, pulling into the school parking lot. He parked his jeep in the usual spot, turning to face her in a similar position to hers. "Alright, come on," he flailed his hands in a 'give me' motion.

She squinted her eyes before handing the notebook to him. He looked at the paper in front of him, suddenly worried he was dreaming again. The letters didn't make sense, like they were jumbled together. Meadhbh.

"See this is why my mom said no," she laughed. He hadn't noticed, but his eyebrows had drawn together in a look of deep concentration. "And, technically my name is pronounced 'may-veh', but people just find it easier as one syllable, so I've never said anything about it."

She said the name with an Irish accent that sounded so natural coming from her lips. Come to think of it, her mom had an English accent last night. It was very, very slight, but it was there.

"And it's supposed to be spelled like this?" he asked, holding the book up and turning it sideways, as if to make the letters make more sense. She quickly snatched the notebook from his hands with an exasperated laugh.

"Yes. Now, I've got to head inside," she shoved the notebook back in her bag, gathering her things. She reached for the door handle, and he squawked.

"Wait-" he flailed, jumping out of the jeep, almost face planting in his hurry to get out. He raced around to open her door for her, holding a hand out to help her down. When she took his hand, that weird tingle raced down his spine again. What was this, some new spidey sense he was developing?

He took a second to study her face, trying to figure out whether there was something about her that would cause that kind of reaction. See if he could spot anything that would give away the potential type of supernatural she might be.

"Stiles?" she asked, bringing him out of his head. He noticed he was still holding her hand. He dropped it like it was on fire.

"Sorry!" He hid his hand behind his back, as if it was the offending culprit by itself.

"Right," she dragged the word out, clearing her throat. "I'm gonna go now." She started walking away, unsure of his behavior.

"Hey, do you need a ride after school?" he blurted. He took her to school, and the car was already gone from her house when he had walked over.

"I'm working after school. My mom has a bookstore downtown." She explained, still walking backwards slowly.

"How are you gonna get there?" he asked, knowing downtown was quite a walk from the school.

She stopped, as if just realizing she didn't have a way to get there.

"I'll drop you off," he said with a gentle smile, leaning against the jeep with his arms crossed. She sighed in relief.

Possible supernatural creature or not, she was still cute. Too cute to be really dangerous. Right?

"Thanks," she smiled, turning around to head into the building.

Maeve walked to the office, getting the things she needed for the day. She wandered around, trying not to run into other students walking in the hallways as she looked for her locker. A door next to her burst open, Lydia walking in with Stiles and two others she didn't know.

"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one," she heard Lydia say smugly, a smirk on her perfectly plump lips.

"We're not crazy," the beautiful brunette behind her said as they walked towards the lockers. Just as Lydia was about to whip around to face her followers, she noticed Maeve standing by the lockers with a raised eyebrow.

She held a finger up, in a 'one moment' motion. She turned towards the people behind her.

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine." She replied sarcastically. Maeve noticed Stiles take a deep breath and purse his lips like he wanted to say something, but then he also noticed Maeve by the lockers. He released his breath slowly, glancing at the guy and girl standing next to him.

"Interesting topic of conversation," Maeve butted in with a smile, moving to stand beside Lydia. "Sorry I wasn't waiting out front like we talked about Lydia. I had to get my schedule and locker number." Maeve shrugged her shoulder, as if not sorry at all.

"It's okay. I was surprised you agreed, when we both know you aren't that kind of girl," Lydia said, turning to the group again. "Maeve, this is Allison, Scott, and Stiles." She pointed in order from right to left. The first two waved as their names were said, and Stiles gave her a slight upturn of his lips.

"Hi," Maeve waved a little awkwardly in return, a small smile of her own gracing her lips. Lydia ripped the schedule out of her hands, examining it closely.

"It looks like you have history with the guys first," she muttered, holding it back out for Maeve to grab.

"Oh, awesome. I was going to just kind of wander around until I found my classes, today. I'm sure the teachers wouldn't have been too upset with me being new and all, but I also really don't want to draw attention to myself and be forced to spout some nonsense about my favorite things or why I moved here." Maeve folded the paper meticulously and put it into her bag.

"Why did you move here?" Stiles asked a bit eagerly. Maeve scoffed a laugh, not wanting to explain how her mother thinks she's a psychic.

She turned back towards her locker. "Let me just grab my things."

Maeve started inputting the combo when she heard Stiles mutter behind her.

"Well alright, then –" he was cut off as Allison interrupted him.

"So, what are we gonna do?" the girl whispered.

"Well, we did die and come back to life," Scott muttered quietly. She was trying to make it seem like she wasn't eavesdropping. "It's got to have some side effects, right?"

She closed her locker just as the bell rang loudly. She was turning towards Lydia beside her, when she heard Stiles say, "We keep an eye on each other. Okay?"

She scrunched her eyebrows together, wondering if this was all related to the dream from last night. She could feel the anxiety rolling off of all three of them.

She moved to follow the boys, and heard Stiles whisper, "and Lydia, stop enjoying this so much." He walked past her, not listening when she asked 'What?' in answer to his accusation.

Maeve quickly caught up. "You okay?" she asked Stiles in concern.

He jumped, clearly not noticing how close she'd gotten. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his jean's pockets. "Yeah, yeah, all good. Class is this way," he flung a hand out in the general direction in front of them.

She only nodded, bumping her shoulder with his, before falling into step beside him. The hallways were still a little too crowded for her liking, and she was starting to get a headache from the flitting emotions that kept passing her by.

She placed a hand to her temple, massaging it slightly to release some of the tension building there.

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, finding Stiles giving her an odd look.

"Maybe I should ask if you're okay," he said, moving his hand away now that he had her attention. Their hands brushed by each other, and she felt immediate relief from the skin-to-skin contact. His touch focused her on the emotions he was feeling.

She wrapped a hand around his bare elbow. It was a bit intimate since they had only just met in the early hours this morning, but she needed to stay focused on one thing as they entered the classroom.

"I'm okay now, thanks," she smiled, letting him go before finding a desk in the back. Once she was settled into her desk, she noticed he was still standing at the front with that look again. He looked at her like she was a puzzle. She was beginning to get used to it, and maybe she'd tell him her weird dream and see if he could solve it. He looked like he could solve anything, as it was obvious the gears in his head were working overtime.

He finally moved to a desk in front of his friend, Scott, who was sitting in the direct middle of the room.

She looked around the room, seeing if she could make friends with someone sitting near her. She looked to her right and noticed a gorgeous girl sitting beside her.

Maeve cleared her throat, gaining her attention.

"Your outfit totally rocks," she complimented with a kind smile.

The girl smiled in return, "yours, too. I'm loving the Hocus Pocus sweatshirt."

"Thanks," Maeve replied happily. "I'm Maeve, and I'm terribly, undeniably new here."

The girl chuckled. "I'm Kira, and you and I are in the same boat," she whispered conspiratorially.

"Well, now we can be new together." Maeve wrote her phone number down on the corner of her piece of paper, ripping it off and handing it to Kira.

Kira smiled in shock, but before she could say anything, the teacher began to speak.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura," he started, walking around his desk, and facing the students. Kira gave her a quick smile and pocketed the piece of paper, before turning towards the front to focus.

"I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago." Kira took a sharp breath, placing her hands on the desk in front of her. Maeve could feel the anxiety starting to roll off of her new friend.

"I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira." The aforementioned girl shut her eyes tightly, the anxiety doubling, but Maeve knew why now. "Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought home a friend for that matter."

Kira sighed, dropping her head to the desk with a loud thud that caused Maeve to wince sympathetically.

"Either way, there she is," Kira's dad continued, even going as far as pointing her out.

The secondhand embarrassment was getting to Maeve as she also sank in her seat. It may have been a good thing that Kira's dad was so focused on his daughter that he never mentioned that Maeve was also new to this class.

Kira slowly raised her head, giving an awkward smile in response to the stares she was receiving from the class. The few giggles made Maeve instantly protective.

"Hi, Mr. Yukimura?" Maeve raised her hand, but instantly regretted her decision to draw the attention to herself and off of Kira.

Kira didn't even seem to notice as she locked eyes with Scott.

"Yes, Miss…?"

"Oh yeah, um, I'm Maeve. I'm also new here. Just wanted to introduce myself before someone decides to awkwardly call me out against my will," she rambled. She hoped she didn't sound disrespectful, but she was also starting to feel nervous from the stares.

"Oh," he said, eyes widening. "Right, um, welcome," he cleared his throat.

As Maeve's gaze swept across the room, she was met with the beautiful honey brown of Stiles' eyes. She bit her lip and quickly looked away in embarrassment.

Mr. Yukimura effectively began class as if nothing happened.

As soon as class ended, Maeve shot out to run to the restroom that she noticed on the way to class.

Just as she had come out, she caught a conversation she probably wasn't supposed to hear.

"I thought you said you wanted to make friends," Mr. Yukimura was saying to his daughter, who was obviously, and rightly so, very upset with him.

"Not like that." She sounded so frustrated, but Maeve couldn't blame her.

"You said you wanted to be noticed," her father said. Maeve winced. Leave it to a parent to take things way out of proportion.

"I could set myself on fire and be noticed," she snapped. Maeve raised her eyebrows with a singular nod to the side, crossing her arms to hide her cold hands from the air.

"Well, then you'd be dead," her father answered in exasperation.

"Exactly," Kira replied, just as she was turning away from her dad, she stopped in the middle of the hall.

Her dad called her name, trying to gain her attention again. Maeve took that as a sign to insert herself.

"Hi, Mr. Yukimura," she smiled brightly.

"Ah, Miss Greene, right?" he asked, caught off guard when she popped up in front of him.

"That's me. You should probably just call me Maeve, as you're going to be seeing a lot of me now."

"What do you mean," he asked, confusion written all over his face. Maeve turned towards Kira with a smile.

"Kira and I besties," but that was the only thing she was able to get out before she was distracted by the sight in front of her. She had noticed Stiles carting Scott off to the empty room they just had class in. It was kind of amusing, seeing as Stiles was trying to hide Scott while effectively bringing all the attention to them at the same time.

Maeve took a few steps until she was standing beside Kira, "they're kind of weird, aren't they?"

Kira jumped, placing a hand on her heart as she gasped a breath. "Maeve," she said in relief.

"Kira," Maeve replied in the same manner, earning a small laugh from the girl. "So, do you know your way around the school yet?"

"Sort of," Kira said awkwardly, finally moving towards a locker.

"Oo, look, we're locker neighbors," Maeve laughed in triumph. They switched their things out. "I have a free period next, but I legit don't know where anything is in this school."

"Oh, I have a free period, too!" Kira exclaimed.

"Solid. How about we take a walk around and you can tell me your fashion inspiration," Maeve suggested, locking elbows with her newfound friend.

Ending note:

Okay, that's that. Didn't realize that writing this could cause me so much stress, but I want to put out something that people will like and want to read.

I legit agonize over these chapters before I post them, so if you notice anything that sounds a little off, or if the grammar is weird, please let me know so I can fix it!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

I'm refraining from putting myself on an upload schedule, so I don't stress myself out, but I'll try to upload every 1-2 weeks. I know that's a lot of time between chapters, but I want them to be good, so time is needed.