"I'm outside. We need to go right now." Stiles practically shouted down he phone, Diana panicked grabbed her boots and dived for her closet mirror laughing herself through it and landing next to Stiles' Jeep quickly pulling herself up from the short fall and hopping into the blue vehicle. Stiles took off down the road speeding the entire way,

"I love that you trust me so much Di." Stiles admitted. She panted nodding out the windshield,

"Yeah, yeah same, now what's going on?" Diana said.

"Peter has Scott's mom." Stiles said. Diana made a squeaking noise bending to put her Chelsea boots onto her feet. "Yeah, exactly."

Five minutes later they spotted the car parked on the side of the road.

"There, I see them."

"Yeah, so do I hang on." Stiles said driving headlong into the back of the car.

Melissa exited the car the same time as Diana.

"Are you kidding me?" She demanded exasperated slamming the car door. "Stiles!"

Stiles' Jeep was steaming as he scrambled to exit the vehicle.

"Mrs McCall?" Stiles said acting dumb looking to Diana.

"Yeah." She said sharply.

"Wow. This is just crazy, what a coincidence huh?" He said stupidly moving closer to the enraged woman.

She looked at the auburn haired girl making her way to Stiles' side.

"You are?" She demanded, Diana tried to look guilty,

"The distraction, I dropped my phone in his footwell." Stiles looked at her like she had hung the moon, "Also known as Diana Preston."

Peter's head whipped round.

"Tie-Dye?" He blurted accidentally, his goddaughter looking at him fully then. Peter Hale still looked like he did before the fire, his hair was maybe a little longer but that was all, she had so many memories of visiting him in the hospital when she first moved to Beacon Hills, telling him about her mother and father and the hunters that killed both of their families.

"Uncle Peter? Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "We are so sorry! Look we should just call this in get it all cleared up, my Uncle will want to know too probably demand insurance and all that." Diana said trying to play for time.

"I don't think that's necessary, like you said, you dropped your phone, it was an accident." Peter said smoothly, Stiles paled,

"Are you sure?" He rubbed his neck, " I think I got a little whiplash."

"Whiplash?!" Melissa shouted, "You hit us!"

"I don't know, I think there's something wrong with my neck." Stiles said Diana shook her head her eyebrows raised at the nerve of the kid as he continued to try and keep them there.

Diana pulled out Stile's phone from his pocket and dialled for the dispatcher,

"How may we help you?" They sounded,

"There's been a collision just outside of the Benson Green area, please could you send someone, nobody's hurt but there are other cars and we're kinda blocking the road." She said letting a little fear into her voice.

"Miss," The woman on the other end began but then sighed, "It's my first collision but I'm with the Sheriffs boy." Diana would swear she heard the dispatcher roll her eyes,

"You're with Stiles?" She said,

"Y-yeah." Diana replied,

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Diana Preston."

"The Mayors girl?" The dispatcher said suddenly attentive,

"His niece yeah." Diana confirmed.

"Someone will be with you real soon." The dispatcher hung up.

"You crashed with the Mayors niece?!" Melissa exploded at Stiles having heard part of the conversation. Stiles shrunk back slightly form the commanding woman. "You could have," Melissa let out a frustrated growl.

"I'm fine." Diana said replacing the phone into Stiles' pocket, then she looked up and met Melissa McCall's furious gaze. "And will be waiting in the car." Diana scuttled back into the Jeep leaving Stiles to deal with his best friend's mother. He periodically looked back at her with pleading eyes to which Diana shook her head at each time.

Eventually the junior deputy turned up and took a few statements, made sure everyone was fine and sent them all on their way again.

Stiles drove Diana home both silent reflecting on the close call they just avoided.

"Hey, I feel like I should pick up your insurance premium for this, I mean the police man was very accepting of my fault in the accident, I may as well follow it through." Diana said eventually.

"Oh no, no it's fine." Stiles spluttered.

"No, it's not Stiles." She argued,

"Yeah it is, I mean, I dragged you out here and," He shrugged,

"This would bankrupt you, I'm paying." Diana said forcefully, Stiles only nodded in reply.

"Thank you." He looked to be fighting himself again, Diana rolled her eyes,

"Spit it out Stiles, nothing that you can say will offend me so much that I never talk to you again."

He grimaced,

"How much are you worth?" He finally asked, "Like I know you're the mayor's niece and all but like, how much?"

Diana tossed her head from shoulder to shoulder trying to decide how best to answer.

"Like are rich as Jackson or?" Stiles asked,

Diana smiled a grimace,

"MoRe?" He exclaimed, Diana sighed,

"I am the sole heir to six properties, and one of the largest accountancy businesses in the US as well as the accumulated fortunes of about seven generations of Witches." She admitted not looking at the astounded boy. "It's about seventeen Jacksons until I turn twenty one then its 'bout thirty."

Silence followed,

"Why do you go to our school then? Why not a public school?"

"We built Beacon Hills, we will be taught by Beacon Hills." Diana said in her best impression on her Uncle Simon. Stiles scoffed a laugh, "It's a grounding thing, you go to a normal high school and you mix with normal people and you will be more accepted by the people of the town and more sympathetic to their struggles." Diana shrugged.

Stiles nodded,

"Makes sense in a crazy rich people way." He laughed, "I'm still freaking out about this though."

Diana gaped at him,

"This? This is what you freak out about?!" She turned her body to face him, "Seriously?"

"Well yeah, you're mega rich!" Stiles reasoned, Diana shook her head gesturing no with her hands,

"No, no, no, you don't freak out about my being a Witch or that Werewolves exist or that I have a window to the afterlife in my bedroom, you freak out over the fact that I don't ever have to worry about money?" She exclaimed.

"When you put it like that…" Stiles said laughing. Diana rubbed her face, with both hands in exasperation.

"I don't even have any make-up on Stiles!" She lamented into her hands,

"So?" He asked, "You look fine without it, just a pretty as ever." He mumbled.

"No I talked to people looking like this."

"Oh my God!" Stiles drawled loudly. Diana shot upright,

"I need to tell my Aunt and Uncle about Peter!" She exclaimed, "My Aunt hated him but he was my Mother's best friend here!"

"Is that why he's your godfather?" Stiles asked pulling into her drive, "Still can't believe he's your godfather by the way."

Diana nodded looking up to her house.

"Is this one of yours?" Stiles blurted out his curiosity taking over. Diana smiled at him, she nodded biting her lip.

"Where are the rest?" He pressed gently,

"Here, Washington, New York, there's the 'traditional family seat' just outside London where I had my childhood and then there' a flat in Paris and a house in Greece." She told him,

"But your Uncle and Aunt live here?" He frowned. Diana smiled at him,

"And they will continue to do so as long as they want to totally rent free." She said absolutely. She caught his eyes again, "If you ever needed a place or anything like that soul buddy, it's all yours."

His mouth fell open.

"You're kidding right?" Diana shook her head,

"Dead serious." She said and he laughed incredulously. "Look, my family has been helping out and bankrolling the members of the coven that needs it for decades, centuries. It's a collective, we all help out anyway that we can, it just so happens that the Preston's made the best investments before the market crashed in the thirties and we have been able to grow from that."

Stiles leant back in his seat shaking his head again.

Diana sat in silence with him for a minute before it became unbearable.

"Would you like to come inside meet my grandma through my window to the afterlife?" She offered, Stiles didn't say anything he just got out of the Jeep. Diana grinned and followed him. Showing the unusually silent boy to her room.

He took it all in with a grin splitting his face. Then he saw the mirror.

"Is this?" He pointed to the large silver antique rectangle framed in silver filigree. Diana nodded, moving forward to lift the lace curtain.

"Diana?" She was greeted by the aged face of her grandmother.

"Hey Grandma, there's someone I'd like you to meet." Diana said waving Stiles forward, her grandmother grinned,

"This is your soul bond?" She asked excitedly grinning; Her grandmother suddenly looked behind her like she had heard a noise. "It's lovely to meet you young man. Diana brace yourself." Her grandmother looked Stiles up and down once again while Diana frowned.

"LEMME SEE HIM!" Agnes suddenly appeared pushing Diana's grandmother gently but forcefully out of the frame. Her young face alight with happiness.

"Stiles, this is Agnes, the only other soul bonded Witch that would speak to me. She was also the one that gave me and my Grandmother the spell." Stiles pointed at the mirror looking from Diana to the ghostly figure in the glass.

"Oh my god wow." He grinned, "Hi!" He started forward but Diana caught him.

"Can't touch." She shook her head.

"Oh, Diana, he's handsome." Stiles grinned at Diana in response. She shoved at his shoulder,

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it go to your head." He continued to grin anyway.

"I've stopped freaking out now by the way." He said happily to her, Diana breathed out a long breath,

"Thank god." She rolled her eyes, "Goodnight Agnes." She said with a knowing smile dropping the curtain again.

Stiles stood in her room looking about himself fully then, taking in the moving birds on the wall paper of the sloping wall and the full wall covered in books and equipment like her pestle and mortar and little cauldron.

"You're really okay?" Diana asked again crossing her arms nervously round her torso. Stiles nodded at her vigorously, his face fell when he spotted the large black and white clock hanging over her door opposite her bed,

"I've got to go or my Dad will start to worry." He stood awkwardly for another second then threw his arms open wide in invitation of a hug, Diana grinned and dived into his arms. He held her tight for a long moment revelling in holding a girl against his body dropping his chin to the top of her head. The scent of violets and lilacs met his nose making him want to breathe deeply never wanting to forget the smell.

Diana pulled away from him and smiled softly up to him.

"Goodnight Stiles." His whiskey eyes widened and he nodded,

"Good- goodnight Di." He stepped away and out the door.

Diana sat on her bed and waited until she heard his jeep rumble away before fully going to bed.