Sara sighed, wriggling her stiff legs in the backseat of the car. Sliding on her earphones, she flicked though her playlist; selecting the song, 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams in hopes to re-boost her spirit.

It takes about 3 hours and 30 minutes to get to Beacon Hills, since they left at around 11am and if there were (hopefully) no delays they would arrive at around 2:30pm.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at her father, who was pretty preoccupied by the road. His Sherlock Holmes bobble-head going up and down. And up and down, and up-

On the front seat were his classified FBI files on the potential assassins that were appearing in Beacon Hills, like the Mute. After a few more minutes of boredom, she deciding to risk it.

Sliding down on her seat, slowly rising her right hand from the under the seat, the file slowly started to move. Glancing at her father, she slowly continued waiting for the right moment. Pulling her left index and middle finger together (hoping the light purple glow wasn't too noticeable) she flicked her fingers swiping her father's bobble-head clean off.

"Oh crap," he cursed, glancing down.

Making a pulling gesturing with her right hand, the file flew off the box and into her outstretched hand. Sara smirked, turning the file over to see which one she snagged.

'The Orphans.'

She remembered them. Teens, adults, elderly, with their heads cut off, blood flowing out like spilled water.

Their cases drove her father mad. There was no pattern to the killings, unless he knew all the Orphan's victims were supernatural creatures. Which he didn't, so the pattern was still currently random. They knew there were two of them. With two unique weapons: a poisoned spear and a thermal cut wire.

Flipping through the file pulling out a picture of one of their be-headed victims. Sara sighed, sliding it back in sitting up straighter. Jack Yelendale. He was only 10 years old.

"Sara." Agent McCall called, the younger jumping up, throwing the file underneath his car-seat. "We're here."

Sara smiled, peering out the window at the familiar lush green forest. "Beacon Hills." she breathed out. 'Home.'

Closing the car door, Sara stood in front of the house.

Light blue wooden with its clean white paint design with bushes and trees around like a protective barrier. Pulling out her purple suitcase, and her black duffel bag from the trunk, sliding her bag on her back.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way down the path, staring at the door. Sara swallowed hard, giving it three good knocks; wishing she wore something better than her blue jeans and pink t-shirt.

"Coming!" came a shout from inside. Her father's phone buzzing hard in his pocket. Sara turned, watching as he quickly picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear, muttering a quiet "McCall."

The door yanked open.

Melissa McCall was the almost same as Sara remember her. Curly dark hair, the same shade as hers (Sara's was a little longer than the last time she had seen her mother) dressed in a neat pale blue nurse uniform.

"Sara!" Melissa cried, enveloping her youngest into a bone-crushing hug, that Sara happily returned. "Mommy," she mumbled, burring her head into her mother's neck, breathing in her warm scent of vanilla. "I missed you." Sara whispered.

"Son of a….Yes. Okay. Sure, I'm be right over."

"It's okay." Sara said, cutting her father off before he could speak. "Go. Someone needs you." she said, not even lifting her head off her mother's shoulder.

Agent McCall nodded curtly. "I'll see you later." he said, giving a passing wave to Melissa as he jumped in the car, driving off into the distance.

Sara turned to her mother, who was gently brushing her fingers though her hair. "We have so much to talk about." Melissa said squeezing her shoulder.

Sara giggled, embracing her mother again. "Yeah, we do."


Sara squealed in delight as she ran up the steps her old room, Melissa laughing as she followed her.

Swinging the door open, Sara stepping inside. Her room hadn't changed much, the familiar lavender bedcovers with her stuffed brown teddy bear still rested in the middle. Mingling with the fresh smells of floral washing liquid and perfume that still lingering in the air.

Tracing her fingers along the wall, Sara paused in front of her once bare corkboard. That now was home to a red 'Beacon Hills High School' flag that had somehow made its way to her room.

"Scott and Stiles put that up." Melissa said, leaning against the doorframe. "When they first started High School."

"I wish I was there. With them." Sara mumbled, leaning against the wall. "I missed you all so much. I wish I didn't leave…I shouldn't have left." she whispered.

"It wasn't your fault, Sara." Melissa said, pulling her into a hug, stroking her hair. "It was…no one could have known or…"

Sara shook her head.

"Look, I know you think that, but it-" Melissa stopped, her phone letting out a chime. "Shoot, they need me at the hospital-" Melissa mumbled, pulling out her phone, scrolling down the messages.

"It's alright Mom." Sara said gently, slipping out of her mother embrace. "I'll be fine. When does Scott get home?" she asked, glancing at the clock.

"Well, he's having a game today. So he'll stay at school till then." Melissa said, tucking her phone back into her pocket. "But, no I can say-"

"Mom, it's okay. I'll be alright here. I mean, all I'm doing is unpacking." Sara lied, giving her mother an 'I'm-not-going-to-do-anything-be-coz-I'm-super-innocent-and-good looks.

She had three years to prefect them and if she could lie to an FBI agent, it gave her a pretty good chance with her mom. Well, like a fairly good chance…Solid 50%

Melissa sighed. "Okay, there's house keys in the creepy plastic cat downstairs. If you're hungry there food in the fridge and your favourite mint ice-cream in the freezer. Scott's game starts at around 5-ish, so if you want to go, just send him a text. Love you." Melissa called, running down the steps.

"Love you too!" Sara yelled from her bedroom, listening for the front door to slam shut.

Sara sat down on her bed, waiting patiently for the car to drive away. After about 10 minutes of silence, Sara jumped up grabbing her bags from downstairs (well not really grabbing, more holding without touching) and setting them down in her room.

Running back downstairs, Sara pulled out the spare house keys from under the creepy cat, and walked out the door.

Half jogging, half walking to Beacon Hills High. Sara neatened herself up, before bursting through the doors.

She was instantly hit with the sounds of slamming lockers, chatting and giggling. In short the general chaos of a high school. The sounds hit her like a wave, oddly enough making her feel relaxed. For the past three months she felt like she had been in a permanent funeral, which (she guessed) in some twisted way was true.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Sara looked around desperately looking for any familiar faces, well Scott mostly.

Searching through the crowd, luck being on her side when she caught site of a light brown-haired boy.

"Liam!" Sara called stepping unsurely towards him.

The boy turned around, almost dropping his bag in surprise. "Liam!" Sara cried running towards him, half tackling him in a hug. Liam stumbled backwards, instantly wrapping his arms around her.

"Sara!" he laughed out, squeezing her tightly. Very tightly.

Liam Dunbar, one of Sara best friends since primary school. After she had disappeared off to San Francisco, Liam had switched schools and went off to Devenford Prep. While they still kept in touch and up to date with each other; phone calls and texts had kept them in touch, it was nothing compared to seeing him.

Liam had clearly changed from being the bold, scrawny 6 year old that Sara met all those years ago. Liam had grown quite a lot in their years apart. He was taller, much more muscular and his hair (if possible) had gotten more incredible.

"I can't…I can't believe you're here!" Liam said looking her up and down, before pulling her into another bone crushing hug.

"I just got here. Like half an hour ago." Sara said grinning, following Liam as he navigated them around the school. "I can't believe, you got into the lacrosse team." she said playfully punching his arm which was like hitting solid rock. "First game of the season, excited?"

"Yeah," Liam breathed out, averting his gaze. Sara raised her eyebrows. "Ah…I get it. You're nervous."

"No, I don't get nervous." Liam shot back instantly. Sara gave him a look. "Yeah, a bit." Liam admitted. "But it's not about lacrosse."

Sara paused, her eyebrows furrowed. "So, why are you nev-" Sara paused, as two boys walked past.

"Scott! Stiles!" Sara called, making the two turn.

"Sara? What you doing here?" Scott said, pulling her into a tight hug. Sara wrapping her arms around him, burying her head into her brother's shoulders. "I can't believe you're here." Scott mumbled. "I missed you."

"I missed you, Scotty." Sara whispered, the two finally pulling apart, Stiles instantly pulling her into a hug from behind. "Sparky's back! Miss me?" Stiles said, ruffling her hair.

"Nope." Sara said cheekily. Stiles rolled his eyes, feinting shock. "You wound me, Princess."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll recover." Sara said, attempting to fix her hair again. The two of them had changed as well.

Scott's usual bushy flat hair was now lively and shorter, giving him an older look that matched his new taller, muscular form. Stiles had sprung up too, and long since grown out his buzzcut, his hair now alive, tall and bouncy (a look that her opinion suited him better.)

Scott slung an arm over her shoulders, Stiles doing the same on her left, as they walked.

"Glad your back, Princess."
"Glad to be back, Sherlock."


After spending some time with Scott and Stiles during their free period. She, Mason and Liam were chatting in library about when she would be coming to school.

"Probably next week," Sara said leaning back in her chair, flicking absentmindedly though a book. "Yeah, but it was crazy what happened to you in San Francisco." Mason said, tucking some books back into his bag.

Sara swallowed hard, swinging her legs. "Yeah, it-Liam? You okay?" she asked, eager to divert the conversation. Liam was staring out in window, his face screwed up in anger. "Li-"

Liam jumped up, stalking out of the library. "Oh no." Mason said, jumping up running after Liam. "Liam wait!"

Sara looked out the window, running after the two. "Guys?! What's so important about a bus?"


"Liam, wait. What, no, no, no, no. Liam." Mason called out running outside, to the bus as a bunch of students came out.

"Brett!" Liam called, walking towards a tall boy in a fitting black shirt. "Ah, here we go." Mason said worriedly. "What is going on? Who's Brett?" Sara whispered to Mason, glancing at the two boys staring each other down.

A small crowd was starting to form. "I just wanted to say..." Liam said, after a few seconds of silence. "Have a good game." he said, holding out his hand.

"Oh thank god." Sara breathed out leaning against Mason. Everyone too preoccupied to notice the light purple glow on her fingertips, when she placed her hand on him. "I'm guessing that's Brett." she mumbled to Mason, gesturing to the tall, blonde, muscular (what the hell where these teens eating) boy.

The boys laughed. "That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine?" Brett sneered, stepping closer to him. "You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it." Liam growled, staring at him. "Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there." Brett hissed.

Sara bit her lip, debating whether or not to jump in. Liam was close to snapping.

"And it's gonna be all your fault."

Sara froze watching a small drop of blood, slip though Liam's fingers. 'How did he mange to do that?'

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go." Scott said breaking out from the crowd. He and Stiles running forwards, Scott taking a hold of Liam's shoulders in a tight, but reassuring grip.

"Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" Stiles said, holding out his hand which Brett didn't take.

"Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for scrimmage tonight. Uh, but let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field." Stiles said cheerfully, turning to Scott. "Go." he said, rushing past Sara and Mason.

Sara frowned, watching the two practically drag Liam away. "Hmm."

Mason sighed. "Was that weird?" he said, turning to her. Only to find an empty place next to him.

Mason sighed. "Seriously?"

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