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so. motel california. do you have thoughts?

I know the doylist explanation is just that jeff wanted to do a fun spooky episode and didn't give a fuck whether it made sense, but from a watsonian perspective?

did jennifer crash the truck that causes the traffic jam? did she cause the tornado? if she didn't cause the tornado, what was her plan? if she did cause it what was her plan?! why are none of the humans affected by the wolfsbane? why did she just give up after the werewolves had emotional breakthroughs, was this some kind of deeply unethical therapy? why does teen wolf take place in the same universe as psycho?!

i really like the horror-lite aesthetic, it's a fun episode, but it makes so little sense, and it's driving me crazy!

my apologies that this took me so long to answer but it took me a while to gather my thoughts. as with a lot of things in teen wolf it's hard to give a straight answer without breaking down some things first.

the simple answer is: jennifer is good but she's not that good and teen wolf wanted a halloween episode despite airing in july.

but i can never just give a simple answer.

i'm just gonna read more this now because like always i get long goddamn winded about what was going on in 3A.

the thing about 3A i think that is sort of missed is that it's the closing moves of a chess match that began long before wolf moon. the chess metaphor is deep this season, okay. there's a reason derek is the king on stiles's chess board and it's not just because stiles is unhinged about derek.

in 3A there's plot threads that happen in the background that are easy to miss because it's never outright stated and one of those things is that both jennifer and duecalion scoped beacon hills out long before they showed up.

marin morrell shows up for the first time in abomination. much like jennifer she's presented at first as benign and largely unthreatening. we learn later morrell is anything but.

while we don't know if morrell was already working for the school when we meet her it does make her a direct parallel to jennifer.

duecalion's interest was piqued by what happened in season 1. with laura hale's murder, peter's revenge spree ending with the death of kate argent and than derek subsequently becoming the alpha duecalion sees an opportunity.

people have asked what was duecalion's motivation initially and my answer is that it was simple.

duecalion is a collector and he wanted to collect the last hale into his pack.

the events of season 2 only served to interest him more due to the kanima but likely also because of gerard argent's involvement. duecalion and gerard are set up as a lot like kate and peter were in season 1.

they're different sides of the same coin. duecalion and gerard are shadow actors for much of the series both before and after their appearances.

we have to remember that marin morrell is there before peter's resurrection and before the alphas got ahold of erica, boyd and cora.

i fully believe that derek was not only aware that there'd be more hunters coming to beacon hills but also he may have guessed the alpha pack would come too.

derek's desperation for a pack throughout season 2 isn't just because of the kanima it's because he knows he needs a power base and he needs one fast. i don't think he would've pressed scott as hard as he did otherwise.

it should also be noted that deaton (and morrell) were keeping scott's potential of being a true alpha on the down low. deaton tells scott in currents he believed scott would be a true alpha when he learned he was bitten.

i have a whole theory about deaton and morrell having their own conspiracy surrounding scott becoming a true alpha. they definitely kept it as an ace in the hole.

derek was also trying to keep scott away from everything relating to the alphas but his motivation was straight forward. derek wants scott to be a normal teenager.

this is all but said in tattoo.

scott: hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there? that alpha? derek: a rival pack. it's my problem. i know you wanna help, and you did-- i owe you one. now, go home. go back to being a teenager.

we know deaton was aware of duecalion and his pack coming at least by raving due to the conversation he and morrell have after derek brings scott to him after victoria tries to kill him.

marin: i can't decide if i admire your sentimentality or despise it... deaton: if i want your opinion, i'll make an appointment with the guidance office. marin: from the state of things, i think you could use a little guidance. are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids? deaton: they're more capable than you think. marin: and, are you going to tell them what's coming? deaton: they've got enough to worry about...

there's also an argument to be made that victoria argent was bitten by one of the alphas and not derek like we are led to believe.

duecalion doesn't really change focus off derek until he meets scott and realizes what scott can become. again, he's a collector and a true alpha is rare.

jennifer in turn is also focused on derek. he is central to her plan.

there are two things at play with jennifer being that she is obsessed with derek and she does the absolute most to get under his defenses.

jennifer is obsessed with derek because she views him as her savior.

jennifer: you didn't know what you were doing back then, but killing paige in the root cellar-- sacrificing her there-- gave power to the nemeton. you gave it power again. you gave me power. Just enough to hold onto life a little longer. long enough to be found.

she uses her ill begotten power from virgin sacrifices to assist in her seduction of him and her glamour as jennifer is visually similar to both pagie and stiles. there's even moments where she seems to purposefully emulate stiles's more endearing, curious and less threatening behavior to lure derek into a false sense of security.

derek was supposed to be the guardian. jennifer says as much in lunar eclipse

jennifer: i need a guardian... and that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents i was forced to take, or by you.

derek was always jennifer's first choice but poisoning cora and jennifer taking melissa, the sheriff and chris was insurance not just for cooperation but just in case she needed them for the guardian sacrifice.

what she didn't count on was her magic not being enough against the tears of stiles stilinski.

so how does any of this answer your question about what the fuck jennifer's plan was?

let's just say teen wolf played fast and loose with this because it doesn't make a lot of sense when you examine it too closely but i shall try.

i think it's far too easy to say she was going to sacrifice the werewolves but if stiles's theory is true she planned on removing scott, isaac and boyd off the board so she could have free access to derek.

however i wonder if jennifer was planning on sacrificing them in a three fold death than what was she looking to gain from it? possibly their advanced healing as the next episode is when she does the one for healers but i think there was more than one thing at play in motel califnornia.

there's jennifer's plan of completing her seduction of derek and than there's lydia's banshee abilities.

jennifer's surprise when derek turned up at the school parking lot in frayed is genuine. fortuitous for her but unplanned as getting derek alone to complete her seduction was her plan which is where the cross country meet comes in.

as a teacher she would know about the cross country meet and have access to finstock's whistle. there obviously wasn't enough to really affect the humans in the group as the wolfsbane wasn't ingested like at lydia's party but rather inhaled randomly when the whistle was blown which really just makes it less reliable.

so her targets seem to be scott, boyd and isaac over ethan. she wants them out of the way and distracted and them thinking derek is dead is a bonus for her.

jennifer didn't know about the mall rumble nor could she have known they'd stop at the motel glen capri.

i mean, sure maybe she did cause the torndao warning and than also caused the traffic jam to slow them up but that seems like way too many variables for her to control in my opinion.

glen capri seems to have it's own weird magic that the wolfsbane in the werewolf's systems was exacerbated by.

she also didn't know lydia and allison were following them and she definitely didn't know lydia was a banshee yet.

lydia's banshee abilities is what allowed them to figure out what was going on with the motel and prevent deaths.

so to me the whole plan was to get derek alone and scott, isaac and boyd away from him.

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Meet the mansion to which Shakira will move with her children after reaching an agreement with Pique

Meet the mansion to which Shakira will move with her children after reaching an agreement with Pique

The Colombian interpreter Shakira45, sacrificed her career for love, but now that she is separated from Gerard Pique and that they have reached an agreement for the custody of Milan and Sasha, their two children in common, the one born in Barranquilla will pack her bags and for At the end of the year he will move from Barcelona, ​​leaving behind the good times, but also the bad times he lived in…

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Shakira Moving To Miami With Kids After Custody Agreement With Ex Gerard Piqué

Shakira Moving To Miami With Kids After Custody Agreement With Ex Gerard Piqué

Shakira and her sons are packing up and heading to Miami — after she and her longtime BF turned ex Gerard Piqué have reached a new custody agreement. In a joint statement to TMZ, the former couple says, “We have signed a custody agreement. Our… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2022/11/08/shakira-custody-agreement-moving-miami-kids-custody-gerard-pique-split-break-up/

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WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @alexa-alcantara thank youuu <3 I have about a million wips so to keep this from getting ridiculously long, I’ll just post the ones that I consider “active” and/or the most interesting 

Estranged: The one you all know already ; ) We’re on the last chapter, but the story is still far from over, as we have yet to solve the mystery surrounding Claudia. At some point I’ll be writing a sequel from her PoV that goes into everything; what happened with Mitch’s father, the reason she left him, and, more importantly, the reason she never let Mitch come to Beacon Hills. 

Unwanted Inheritance: A 1920s AU where Mitch is a doctor, recently named the executor of his late uncle’s estate. In his final years Hurley began investigating into the occult, where he met Stiles; a troubled young man, and Mitch’s new patient. A Lovecraft inspired horror story. 

Southern Gothic: After Stiles’ dad dies, he’s sent to go live with some distant relative that he’s never heard of: Mitch. It’s a small, stuffy town in Georgia, in a creepy old house, and nothing is as it seems. 

Neverland: A runaway AU where Mitch ends up in Beacon Hills while trying to escape his abusive father, and meets Stiles through a series of unfortunate events. Formerly titled Teen Angst and that really tells you everything you need to know... 

Strings of Fate: Ever wonder how season 2 would have been different with the addition of Mitch Rapp? No? Well, I wrote it anyway! Mitch is Stiles’ older brother who became a hunter after Katrina, his girlfriend and Chris’ youngest half-sister, was killed by werewolves. He’s been somewhat estranged for years, but comes back when Gerard returns to Beacon Hills, and Chris calls him for backup. (Also has a sequel called Executioner, which is about Mitch’s (platonic) relationship with Allison, and his position as her executioner once she becomes the hunter queen she was always meant to be. There’s a lot of Human/Werewolf/Hunter politics in both fics.) 

Survivor’s Guilt: A Mindfucky time travel AU. Mitch is Stiles from ten years in the future; he’s become a powerful emissary, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from losing everything. After everyone in the pack is killed one by one, Mitch performs a forbidden ritual to go back in time and change things. It’s Sterek, but also Pitch (technically Steter...). Now that Mitch is older and wiser and damaged, he can appreciate Peter a lot more than he did when he was a teenager, and they inevitably fall into bed together, and that is just. So bad. Mitch knows it’s a mistake even as it’s happening, but when has that ever been enough to stop him? 

Mercy: Originally a rewrite of a different fic I wrote years ago, but has since undergone a lot of changes and grown into its own thing, and is centered around BDSM. Stiles is in an abusive relationship, gets out of it with Mitch’s help, and then Mitch, a seasoned dom, teaches him the wonders of healthy BDSM. The main plot at the center of my Revocation series. (which I’m always taking prompts for, especially now in this wonderful time of kinktober.) 

Tree of Life: That Sterek fic that I haven’t touched in 2 years jfc. I still consider it a WiP though, because I will finish it. Stiles is now the official Hale emissary, there’s a new monster of the week, and Stiles gets eaten by a tree grown from his own blood, then haunted by his mother. Fun times! 

White Dove: Another attempt at writing supernatural politics, and I think this was my first foray into unreliable narrator. This one is a Steter fantasy AU; Stiles is an emissary in training going North to gather some special herbs, where he meets Peter and his very large pack. Later there’s a war, and they’re forced to be on opposite sides of it. 

Burn My Lungs and Curse My Eyes: After the Nogitsune, Stiles is not okay. He can still feel that uncontrollable, primordial power inside him, Void is still in his head, and he can’t take it anymore. He runs away from home, and no one stops him, and maybe that’s for the best. For a while he drifts around the country, trying to find a place that doesn’t make his skin crawl, and ends up in Virginia where he meets Mitch: a very shady stranger with a dark past. One night he asks if Stiles is a hooker, Stiles says yes because he’s got nothing to lose, and it’s the start of a not so beautiful relationship. A year or so later, after some rough times and near death experiences on Stiles’ part, they end up married. Just in time for His dad to show up with Derek and Scott in tow, and thoroughly wreck his life. 

I hope some of these pique your interest! 

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[robinrunsfiction]

okay one more thing and i'll shut up: what about a human!gerard x vampire!reader?? i've literally never seen one anywhere. "What's your tragic backstory?" "My what now?" "Y'know, you're a fuckin vampire, isn't your past supposed to be dark and tragic?" "Listen, dude, I've literally only been a vampire for a total of three months and that's because I fucking ASKED to be one." "You're the strangest person I've ever met." "Indeed I am. But you're the one who asked me out."

My Monster

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Vampire ReaderRating: GeneralRequested by: @pest-ill-enceWord Count: ~2,700Author’s Note: So I started writing this in July (Does that seem right?Because that seems like… really long ago… But I started writing it on tumblr,and had it saved as a draft file and when I go to it, it says July 12th which is bananas, but ok!), but I left off writing it. Then I got the above request and I still had this and I’m actually finishing it off! It’s set circa Bullets era, hence the Umbrella Academylevels of technology haha

Gerard scanned the crowd of the small venue as he sang. Thecrowd was rowdy, fired up, but in the back of the room he spotted you at thebar, drink in hand, watching with a smile.

Feeling the singers gaze on you, you locked eyes with him andsmiled even more. He was gorgeous you thought as you sipped your drink.Throughout the performance his attention kept coming back to you.

After the set, crowd dispersed, and the band members talkedto the fans who stuck around. You had turned back to the bar to pay your billwhen someone sat down on the next stool. You glanced up and the singer from theband was sitting next to you.

“Umm hey, I’m Gerard, thanks for coming out to the show.” Hesaid running his hand through his hair.

“I’m (y/n). You guys are really great, you know?”

“Thanks,” he said with a bashful smile and your stomachflipped. He was even cuter up close.

You two continued talking for quite a while before younoticed the time.

“Hey Gerard, I really want to continue this conversation,but I have to go get ready for work.”

Gerard looked up at the clock above the bar, it was almost 2AM and looked back at you with a confused look.

“I own a bakery,” you explained. “I have to get the breadand pastries baking for the day.”

“Can we meet up some time soon?” He asked hopefully.

“Yea, that would be awesome,” you said with a smile beforereaching over the bar to grab a pen and a napkin.

“Hey, don’t just go grabbing shit,” the bartender calledfrom the end of the bar behind you. You whipped your head around and shot him aglare that made his blood run cold. Gerard saw the look of fear on thebartender’s face and looked over his shoulder trying to figure out whatelicited such a look. He shrugged when he didn’t see anything out of orderbehind him and turned back to you as you held up the napkin with your phonenumber on it and a sweet smile.

“Call me,” you said as you got up to leave.

“I will,” he replied as he watched you walk away. Gerard waslooked at your phone number on the napkin when the bartender approached him.

“Hey man, watch yourself with that chick, she’s scary,” hesaid.

“What the fuck are you talking about man?” Gerard asked incredulously.The bartender just replied by holding his fingers over his teeth like fangs andsnarled at the singer.

“Ok,” Gerard said as he waved him off and went back to thestage where his bandmates were starting to pack up their equipment. It had beena great night in his book.

~

The phone ringing on your nightstand woke you from yourslumber. Sitting up against the pillows in your cool dark room you answered,trying to shake the sleep from your voice. “Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)? Its Gerard, from the bar.”

“Oh hey, how’s it going?”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, it’s ok. What’s going on?”

You and Gerard talked for a while about life, his band, andsome new songs he was working on. You agreed to meet up for coffee in a coupledays before their next show.

The night of your date, you got up early to do your hair,and makeup. Your signature look was a bit mod; winged eyeliner and a neutrallip. It wasn’t exactly the trendiest look, but you knew what you liked. Youpulled on your coat and headed out.

When you arrived at the coffee shop, Gerard was out frontsmoking a cigarette looking a little nervous. You smiled as you approached inthe cold early dusk air.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you asked as you approached.

“Great,” he said with a smile as he snuffed out hiscigarette under the toe of his boot. He held the door open for you as youwalked into the small coffee shop. You both ordered black coffee and settled inat a small table a silence overtaking you both, until you both started takingat the same time.

“So you own a bakery?” He asked as you asked “How often doesyour band perform?” You both laughed as Gerard ran his hand through his blackhair.

“Umm yea, I’ve owned the bakery for a while. It’s been afamily owned since the 30s.”

“Wow, that’s really cool,” Gerard said with a smile. Therewas something about him you really could not put your finger on. You just feltso comfortable with him.

“Are you excited for your show tonight?” You asked aftertalking about your bakery for a while.

“Oh yes, we have a couple new songs. You’re coming tonightright?”

“Of course! How soon do we have to go?”

Gerard glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Oh yea, weshould get going.”

You both grabbed your cups and headed out into the coldnight. As you walked down the street, you felt his hand brushing against yourstentatively. You glanced up and he glanced down shyly and took your hand.

When you got to the bar they were playing in, a line wasstarting to form out front and you both slipped around to the back.

“I got to help set up, so I��ll see you after the show.”

After the show, you found Gerard and he was grinning andfull of energy, as the show was just as energetic and exciting as the last one.He threw his arm over your shoulder and introduced you to the other guys in theband. After they finished tearing down their equipment, Gerard offered to walkyou back to your car.

“Thanks for the good time tonight Gee,” you said as youleaned against your car. Gerard had been much more confident about taking your handas you walked the blocks back to where you parked.

“Thanks for coming out, I’m glad you had fun,” he said,looking down at your hand in his, then looked back up at you. You bit your lipas you glanced at his and Gerard took the hint you were not so subtly sending. Heleaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours at first, until you reachedup and pulled him in a little more strongly and then he was wrapping his armsaround your waist.

You instantly felt a spark, the connection you felt fromback in the coffee shop solidifying even more. When you pulled back the look inhis eyes told you he felt the same.

“Wanna do this again soon?” He asked quietly. You nodded andsmiled at him. “Good, then I’ll call ya.”

“I’ll see ya around,” you said as you got in the car. Youwaved as he watched you drive away. But then Gerard did a double take. Heglanced at the rear-view window, he didn’t see you. His eyes quickly scanned tothe mirror on the door and again saw nothing but the interior of the car. Hechalked it up to the adrenaline in his veins wearing off, or the dim light. Butsomething nagged at the back of his mind that there was something else goingon.

~

The next night Gerard ventured back to the bar where he hadmet you. The bartender that was working that night was still behind the bar, dryingglasses when Gerard approached.

“’Scuse me,” Gerard said to get his attention.

“What can I get you?”

“Nothing, umm, I was here the other night, I was talking tothis girl and you said to be careful,” as Gerard spoke a look of recognition spreadacross the man’s face.

“Oh yea, now I remember you, she try to bite you?”

“No, what? No, that’s what I was wondering about. You saidto be careful around her.”

“Yea, she’s been coming here for years, never ages. Rumorhas it she’s a vampire.”

Gerard looked at the bartender like he was nuts, but his curiositywas piqued. “You really think?”

The bartender nodded. “Why not. I’ve seen a lot of crazyshit over the years. Why not believe in vampires too?”

Gerard thanked the bartender for the information and headedout, his head spinning. He was always intrigued by vampires, but he thoughtthey were the stuff of legend. Now this beautiful girl that he really wanted tosee again was supposedly one of them, and he was even more intrigued.

~

You and Gerard had been going out for a couple months nowand growing closer. After your first date, you felt like he was watching yourbehaviors a bit more closely at first, but he seemed to have gotten used to theway you lived. You noticed that unlike other guys you tried to date, Gerard didn’tinvite you out to eat, which really made life easier. You didn’t eat likepeople, because you weren’t people. In fact, you ate people. Not really,though. You had a friend at the Red Cross who brought you what youaffectionately called your juice boxes from their donated supply.

After another late night with Gerard, you had hurried home.When you got in, you saw you had a message on your answering machine. Pressingplay, Gerard’s voice filled the room.

“Hey, I just noticed you left your scarf here, if you want,I can drop it off when you open your shop up this morning. I don’t want you tonot have it when we’re out of town for a few weeks. Umm yeah, I’ll see youlater.”

A smile crept across your face as you changed into freshclothes. You didn’t need that scarf, but any chance to see Gerard again beforehe left town was welcome. You quickly called him back and told him to come tothe back door any time after 6 AM.

You went downstairs and set to work on the day’s baked goodsas well as a special-order birthday cake. You opened the store when youremployee, Martha, came in to work the counter. As you placed the finishingtouches on the top layer of frosting you heard a quiet rapping on the backdoor. “Hey, come on in,” you said opening the door for Gerard.

“Thanks, here’s this” he said handing you the scarf. Youtook it from him and with a glance toward the front of the store, pressed yourlips to his for a brief makeout session before redirecting your attention backto the cake.

“It looks great, you’re really good at that,” he repliedsitting down on the stool across the small kitchen watching you get back towork.

“Thanks, I’ve had a lot of practice. I should be done soon.”

The bell above the front door rang as a customer came in andMartha greeted them.

“You see sweetie, I used to bring your mother here when welived in this neighborhood” you heard a familiar voice say. It had been a longtime since you heard that voice, and it had aged.

You glanced up from the cake, and without meaning to, metthe old woman’s eye. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Lorraine? Is that you? No, no it couldn’t be, you haven’taged a day since we moved!” She babbled and you felt a rush of irritation andembarrassment wash over you. You glanced nervously over at Gerard who lookedbetween you and the old woman with a confused expression on his face.

“Oh, ah, no sorry, that was my Grandmother. She owned thebakery before me” you said with a smile.

“My goodness, I’ve never seen a family resemblance sostrong!”

“I hear that a lot, excuse me won’t you?” you said with awave before turning and hurrying down the stairs to the basement. You heard asecond set of footsteps behind you.

“Are you ok?” Gerard asked as you paced the dim room.

You hung your head as you stopped pacing. You thought enoughtime had passed, that you had changed your hair enough, your modern clotheswould disguise you, that you wouldn’t actually be in the store when someone recognizedyou from before, from impossibly long ago. But it happened. No one would give asecond thought to a doddering old lady thinking you were practically a twin ofyour supposed grandmother, but it unnerved you especially with Gerard there towitness it.

“What is going on?” Gerard asked again, placing his hands onyour shoulders. You looked up at him and sighed. May as well rip off thisbandage.

“I- I, didnt want to tell you because I really like you, whichsounds really fucked up and backwards, but,” you took a deep breath and sighed.“I’m going to tell you something, because I trust you. And you can leave andnever come back if you want but promise me you won’t tell anyone else.”

He furrowed his brows even deeper.

“You may have heard some rumors about me. And depending onwhich ones you’ve heard they may be true.”

“So, the rumors about you being a vampire?”

“Are accurate.” You stated and let your gaze fall to thefloor. Gerard gently placed his hand under your chin and tilted your face up tolook you in the eyes.

“My girlfriend is a vampire? That is the coolest fuckingthing I’ve ever heard!” He said with a grin before planting a kiss on yourlips. When you separated you laughed.

“I should have known you would react like that,” you repliedwith a laugh. “And I promise I will tell you everything, but I have to finishthat cake and you need to get on the road to your next show.”

~

When the band returned from their short tour up the coast,you as you found yourself outside Gerard’s apartment door, a wave of nervesrushing over you. You knocked and heard him on the other side before he openedthe door.

“Hey sugar, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said pullingyou against him, lips connecting. “You want anything?” he asked politely when you separated,shrugging off your coat.

“No thanks, I’m ok. How were the shows?”

“Awesome! We got some real fans coming out now.” Gerard saidleaning against the kitchen counter and you hopped up on the counter acrossfrom him.

“So I suppose we should have that talk now?” You suggested apprehensively.

“Yea. I was wondering what’s your tragic backstory?“

“My what now?” You asked, slightly taken aback.

“Ya know, you’re a fuckin vampire, isn’t your pastsupposed to be dark and tragic?”

“Listen, I’ve literally only been a vampire for like 40years and that’s because I asked to be one! I kinda fell in with a crowd thatreally knew how to party back when I was… really younger, and I didn’t want theparty to ever end and they gave me the opportunity to do just that. The problemI after about 30 years, I really was ready to grow up, or at least leave thatlife behind, but I was stuck. But at least I’m always gonna look like I’m in my20s. People pay good money for this and I got it for free. Well, free plus thecost of my humanity.”

“You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met.”

“Indeed I am. But you’re the one who asked me out,” yougrinned.

Gerard pushed himself up from the counter and crossed thesmall distance between you and put his hands on your waist. “(YN), you may be avampire, but I fucking love you.”

You gasped lightly then a grin spread across your face. “Eventhough I’m a sixty-seven-year-old monster?”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’re not a monster, you’re my monster.”

“And you say I’m the strangest person you’ve ever met. Haveyou ever looked in a mirror?”

“Have you?”

“Low blow, Way. Low blow.”

Gerard cracked up at this.

“Ugh I love you too, you weirdo,” you laughed, and he kissedyou again.

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Baby Daddy - Chapter 19

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The sheriff doesn’t raise his voice when he’s angry with Stiles, but Laura, sitting in the living room, can hear every word, and every one of them feels like a punch in the gut.

“You said you did this for me, Stiles? Then maybe you should have thought about how I’d feel too. That baby is my grandchild, and you’ve already signed it away. You’d do it again? You have no right to make that choice for me!”

Nobody has told the Stilinskis about enhanced werewolf hearing yet.

Moments later the door to the study slams, and Stiles races up the stairs.

Derek gets up from his seat beside Laura on the couch, and disappears further into the house.  

Peter sits on the arm of the couch, and sips his coffee.

“You told him it would be like ripping off a Band-Aid,” Laura murmurs.

“Well.” Peter shrugs and taps his fingers up the side of his mug “What the hell do I know about Band-Aids?”

There’s a challenge in his gaze that belies his flippancy, and Laura closes her eyes to avoid it for a moment, and just listens.

She hears Stiles tramp down the stairs again, and go outside and start his Jeep. Then she hears the sound of another car engine, and moments later Stiles is back, and Deputy Parrish is with him.

The squeak of footsteps on the stairs: Stiles first, and then Derek padding after him.

The low sound of voices from the study: the sheriff and Parrish.

And heartbeats. She can hear all their heartbeats, beating in sync here, and in counterpoint there, each individual beat coalescing into the steady hum of background noise. Her own heartbeat is part of that strange symphony too, and Peter’s. And there’s a new one too: the tiny little squeeze and press of a developing muscle in a body the size of a sweet pea.

She opens her eyes again to find Peter still gazing at her.

“Don’t give me that face, Lulu,” he says. “I’m not the one who can smooth this over.”

Laura closes her eyes again and exhales.

It was never supposed to be this complicated. Stiles was her friend, and she liked talking with him and laughing with him, and her wolf liked the way he smelled. It was a simple equation. Everything is simple for the wolf. Of course, the wolf’s instincts don’t always align with the complex reality of the human world.

This was never supposed to be this complicated, but it is, and Peter’s right. Laura can’t rely on someone else to fix this for her. She’s Laura Hale. She’s the alpha, and she’s going to be a mother, and she needs to step up and make this right.

She opens her eyes as she hears Parrish leaving.

Parrish leans in the doorway on his way out. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Laura manages a smile.

“John wants to see you guys,” Parrish says.

“Thanks.”  Laura stands up and walks down the hallway towards the sheriff’s study. Peter follows.

She knocks on the doorframe with her knuckles. “Sheriff?”

He looks up from the paperwork on his desk. “Laura. Peter. Come in. Sorry, I don’t have any spare chairs in here…”

Peter vanishes, and reappears a moment later with two from the dining room.

“So, Parrish brought me copies of the statements from Gerard Argent and his men,” the sheriff says. “They’re being pretty tight-lipped at the moment, but on the plus side, they also haven’t said a word about werewolves.”

“They’re very big on secrecy,” Peter says, and reaches for the statements. “May I?”

The sheriff stares at him for a moment, and then shoves the statements toward him. “Why the hell not? It’s already a goddamn cover up. Tainting your witness testimony is hardly going to make a difference at this point, is it?”

Peter smirks, but keeps his mouth shut as he takes the statements.

Thank fuck.

It’s obvious John Stilinski is a decent guy and an ethical cop, and that everything about this rubs him the wrong way. When it comes to his job, Laura isn’t sure that anybody should try to push him any further than he already feels he’s been pushed.

“Well, if they won’t come up with a motive,” Peter suggests, “then maybe your officers should supply them with one.”

The sheriff raises his eyebrows.

“If I were Deputy Parrish, for example,” Peter says, “I might ask if this was some sort of ransom attempt. We surviving Hales are quite wealthy, thanks to life insurance payouts from the fire. If Deputy Parrish asked if that’s what this was all about, I can imagine that the hunters will be agreeable to that.”

“Why would they be agreeable?”

“Because it keeps werewolves out of the picture,” Peter says. “Which keeps them from being medicated to the gills on antipsychotic meds in prison. And also because if the police think it’s all about the money, then they’re unlikely to dig too deeply for a connection to the fire. I’d rather do a few years for kidnapping than a much longer stretch for eight counts of murder, wouldn’t you?”

Laura doesn’t know how Peter can talk about the fire with such pragmatic detachment, as though it’s something that happened to someone else’s family. As though it’s purely academic.

“Do we still have the death penalty in California?” he asks. “Or was that taken off the books while I was in my coma?”

“We’ve still got it,” Sheriff Stilinski says. “But California hasn’t executed a death row inmate since 2006.”

“Still, not a pleasant prospect, I would imagine.” Peter flips through a few more pages. “If Deputy Parrish gives them the chance to pretend this was a kidnapping, and not them coming back to finish the job they started with the fire, they’ll take it. They’re not fools.”

“And what about the fire?” the sheriff asks. “Aren’t you interested in justice for that?”

“Oh, I’m very interested,” Peter tells him mildly. “But it’s not something I intend to bother the police with.”

“Peter,” Laura says in a warning tone, seeing the flash of anger in the sheriff’s eyes.  

Peter smirks.

The sheriff regards them both silently for a moment. “I’ll suggest it to Parrish,” he says at last. “We’ll see if they bite. Meanwhile, there’s still no sign of Kate Argent. She might have left town already.”

Peter’s expression hardens. “She won’t have. Kate Argent has the habit of coming at you in unexpected ways, and she won’t be very happy that Gerard is in custody. She’s still here, I’d bet my life on it.”

“Huh.” Sheriff Stilinski leans back in his chair. “You betting your life on what Kate Argent would do didn’t go so well last time, did it?”

“Not so well, no,” Peter agrees, his top lip curling slightly at the challenge in the sheriff’s tone. “She was supposed to come after me first, not Laura and Derek. She wasn’t even supposed to know about the loft.”

“You’re the tactician, right?” The sheriff leans forward again. “That’s your job in the pack? Your plan almost got you and Laura killed, didn’t it? What went wrong?”

Peter growls, the sound low and ominous.

The sheriff doesn’t even blink.

“What went wrong,” Peter says, “is that the bitch came at me at the loft, and not in my apartment. What went wrong is that there should have been three of us, instead of just the two of us. What went wrong is that I probably led her to the loft myself, instead of avoiding it, because Derek ran and Laura called me, and I didn’t think. I just went straight there, like a fucking idiot. Is that what you wanted to hear, Sheriff?”

The sheriff presses his mouth into a thin line. “You talk a big game, Peter, but you’re not infallible. Your mistakes could have got you and Laura and the baby killed.”

“I know what my mistakes have cost,” Peter says, his eyes flashing. “You’ve seen the autopsy reports from the fire.”

“Yeah, I have,” the sheriff says. “And it’s only pure dumb luck I’m not looking at yours right now. If you want my help on this, and make no mistake, you needmy help on this, then it comes with conditions. It stops. Right now, it stops. These guys go to prison, and it’s done. You understand me? It’s done. No more revenge. No more killings. It’s done.” He gives Peter a moment to growl, and then raises his eyebrows. “So you tell me, Peter, what do you need to happen for you to agree to that?”

Peter exchanges a look with Laura.

“I need Gerard and Kate either in a jail cell or in a grave,” he says at last.

“Okay,” Sheriff Stilinski says. “Then you give me a chance to make that happen.”

Peter blinks, and Laura can feel the faint surprise sharpening his scent. It’s not often that Peter finds himself manipulated into being accommodating, and the speed with which the sheriff got him from smirking at the idea of taking his own bloody revenge against the Argents to agreeing to allow the police to handle it was truly something.

And he only had to drag him a little way through hell to make it happen.

Laura thinks that Peter has possibly underestimated the sheriff, and that he’s as much intrigued by the idea as he is piqued by it.

“Fine,” Peter says at last, sounding almost rattled. “I’ll give you your chance.”

It’s the sheriff’s turn to smirk.

***

Peter leaves to stew, or brood, or plot his revenge against the sheriff—or, Laura suspects, more weirdly, to ponder the dimensions of his newfound admiration for the man—and the sheriff looks at Laura like he expects her to follow him.

“Werewolf hearing,” she says instead. “It’s a thing.”

The sheriff’s brows draw together. “What sort of a thing?”

“A very acute thing,” Laura says. “I heard every word between you and Stiles earlier.”

The sheriff sags in his chair, and exhales heavily. It’s a mix of disappointment and regret. “Every word?”

She nods. “Sheriff, Stiles doesn’t want to be a father. That’s part of the reason I chose him. Because our pack is the three of us.” Was, she thinks. Was the three of us. “And I wanted a baby without the baggage of its father in the picture, because the last thing I thought we needed was another fully grown person in the mix, when our pack bonds were already fragile.”

She can tell by the look on his face that the sheriff doesn’t entirely understand that. It doesn’t matter. It’s not the point.

“Stiles doesn’t want to be my baby’s father,” she says. “But you saved our lives, John. And I would be honoured to have you as a part of my child’s life, in any capacity that you want. Family friend. Random uncle. Even grandpa, if that’s what you want.” Her chest aches. “I had a Grandma Alice when I was growing up. Turns out she wasn’t related to either of my parents. She was my dad’s old elementary school teacher. So what I’m saying is you can be Grandpa John if you want. Stiles doesn’t need to be my child’s father to make it work.”

The sheriff passes a hand over his face. When he looks up again, his eyes are brimming with tears. “It’s more than I deserve, Laura.” His voice is rough.

“It’s not,” she tells him. “John, I know this past year has been really hard on you. It’s been really hard on Stiles too. When I was his age, I lost everything, and I suddenly had to step up and be responsible in ways I hadn’t before. And I messed up a lot too. Just ask Derek and Peter. I’m stillmessing up. And the worst thing isn’t even all the screw-ups I’ve made. It’s the thought that Derek or Peter might not forgive me for them.”

“Laura, I only found out about this yesterday.” He holds up a hand. “I know. I know that’s no excuse. But it’s a lot. It’s just a lot.”

Laura nods. “I know it is.”

The sheriff exhales heavily. “I’m gonna need some time to come to terms with all of this. For what it’s worth though, thank you for the offer to be Grandpa John. I appreciate that, and I willbe taking you up on it. And hopefully by the time the baby actually arrives, me and Stiles will have it all sorted out between us.”

“I hope so too,” Laura tells him. “Because you’re our friends. Both of you.”

You’re our pack, she wants to say, but she knows that one’s going to have to wait.

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She Howls II: Pack

Summary:  The Argents know about Scott and Angela. Derek betrayed them. Secrets keep growing. Things just aren’t working in their favour. To make things worse, more lines are crossed and drawn as new dangers and threats fall on Beacon Hills. But out of everything Angela and her friends have to face, she never thought the thing that could hurt her the most was something inside her…

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Chapter Eight: Grounded

Warnings: Some violence, angst, drama.

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"So, you have Jackson locked up in a police van, in the middle of the woods, where Stiles is trying to convince him that he's the Kanima?" I asked Scott as we walked down the school halls.

He nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."

"And how do we know his parents aren't looking for him?"

"Stiles took Jackson's phone and is texting them," he assured me.

As much as it seemed like they had everything under control, I still felt anxious about it all. What if Jackson turned into the Kanima while Stiles is alone with him? What if he got out and killed more people? What if he got out period? First thing he'd do is go to his parents and tell them exactly where he's been… and who took him.

This better end well…

"Did you manage to clean up the house okay last night?" Scott asked, breaking the short silence that had fallen over us.

"Yeah. Thank God." I sighed. "The whole time I was trying to think of how I was going to explain what happened to mum. It's not like I can be like, 'Oh, yeah, we just had a fight with some werewolves because they wanted to kill Lydia. Why? Oh, they thought she was a lizard-monster-thing that's being going around killing people'."

"I don't think that would have gone down well."

The thing is, the whole mum situation was getting more and more complicated. She got suspicious every now and then, wondering why Scott and I have been acting so differently lately.

Plus, there was the fact that I no longer showed signs of having chronic asthma, which is something that used to drag me down all the time. I would have to have yearly tests at the hospital to make sure I was doing okay. It was only a matter of time before mum realised I was perfectly fine now…

"I'm going to the hospital later to see Danny. You wanna come?" Scott offered.

"Sure." I shrugged. "I've got last period free. What about you?" When he didn't say anything, I knew his afternoon wasn't as free as mine… but I also knew that wasn't going to stop him. "Meet you at that bike rack later?"

"I'll see you then." He nodded before the two of us went our separate ways, heading off to our classes.

…

Being pulled out of class to go talk to the principle is never good. But when he's a hunter hell bent on killing your kind? Yeah… that just makes it worse.

Fortunately for me he had no idea I was a werewolf. In fact, he didn't know about Scott or me. But that doesn't mean I wasn't nervous as I walked through the doors and into his office.

"Miss McCall." Gerard smiled from where he stood behind his desk. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to the seat across from the one he was now moving to sit in.

Without a word, I walked over and planted myself in the chair, trying not to seem as nervous as I felt. My palms were sweating, my fists curling slightly so my hands wouldn't shake.

"Miss McCall, what subjects are you taking right now?"

"Economics… and Advanced Placement English Language and Composition, AP Latin, AP English Literature and Composition, and AP Chemistry."

He nodded, impressed. "And how are your grades?"

"Good."

Chuckling lightly, he reached for a file that sat on his desk before reading it. "According to this, you're the top student in your class… all your classes," he noted. "Have you put any thought into what you would like to do after you graduate?"

Wait… what?

I thought I was in trouble. I never thought I'd be talking about my potential future with the same man who- if he knew what I was- would want to rip that same future away from me.

When I didn't respond he went on, "As far as I can see, you could get into any college you want."

"I, uh… I haven't really thought about it much," I admitted. "I know I don't want to leave Beacon Hills. My family is here. I don't think I'm ready to leave them just yet."

"Family is important." He nodded.

I was well aware of how he felt about family. To the Argents, nothing was more important than family- though, Allison's rebellious behaviour was testing that theory.

"But your future is important as well," he added. "According to your file you're also an avid volunteer. Especially when it comes to school events, which will look great on your college applications… and so will theses." He lifted an envelope off the table and handed it to me.

Frowning out of curiosity, I took the envelope from him. Looking inside I found not one, not two, but three letters of recommendation. One from Gerard himself, one from Mr Harris, and one from Coach.

"Oh, my God." My jaw dropped.

"Like I said, your future is important. To you, and to the people around you." Gerard smiled lightly. "So, why don't you think about what you'd like to do, and come back to me. Then we'll figure out what our next steps are."

Nodding, suddenly speechless, I rose from the chair and headed for the exit, completely taken by surprise.

I had never really thought about what I would do with my future. I just thought I'd follow in mum's footsteps, or maybe continue with the vet thing. But this? This changed everything for me.

…

"You're sure everything's okay between you and Jackson?" Scott asked Danny as we stood at the end of his hospital bed.

Danny nodded. "Yeah everything's fine," he assured us while getting ready to be discharged. Grabbing his wallet, he looked through it before sighing. "Did the cops have to take my fake ID?"

"You didn't do anything to make him angry?" Scott pressed.

"How angry?" Danny chuckled.

"On a scale of one to ten, one being 'kind of irritated', and ten being 'wanting to kill you violently'," Scott offered.

"Jackson's kind of always at a four, but we're good." Dann shrugged. "I was actually doing him a favour."

That piqued my interest. "A favour?"

"I was recovering a video for him. I put it on my tablet," he explained. Pausing, he thought about something for a moment before sighing. "Which is in the trunk of my car and probably still at the club."

"What was on the video?" Scott asked.

"I'm not really supposed to say."

Knowing whatever was on the video could probably help us, Scott tried again, "Danny, what if I told you this could be a matter of life a death?"

But Danny just repeated himself, "I'm not supposed to say."

"What if I got your fake ID back?" I offered without missing a beat.

Danny's eyes went wide for a moment as he considered telling us. But then he looked to the ground with guilt. "I don't actually know what was on it… I promised Jackson I wouldn't watch it," fe noted. "But here." Grabbing his keys off the bed, he tossed them to Scott. "Go take a look for yourselves. Just bring the car here when you're done."

"Thank you." Grabbing Scott's arm, I offered a quick smile as I dragged my brother out of the room.

We made it maybe four steps before mum moved to stand in our way… or, more Scott's way.

"While I think you being here to check in on your friend is all sorts of commendable, I've gotta play tough mum right now, even though I'm not very good at it."

"Right now?" Scott asked, flicking a glance at me.

"Yes, right now!" She nodded. "I got a call from your principal. You are failing two classes?"

Oh, God…

"I know," Scott admitted.

"And that is why we are going home to study right now," I assured her.

"You've got work in less than half an hour," she reminded me.

"Oh, right… well, then we'll study tonight," I offered.

Sighing, she turned back to Scott. "Do you know that if you fail even one of your midterms, that they're gonna hold you back?"

Scott's face fell. "He said that?"

"Yes." Mum nodded. "All of your friends are gonna be juniors while you are still a sophomore. Do you understand, Scott? You cannot fail."

"I know."

Seeing the disappointed and worried look on mum's face, and disheartened look on Scott's, I stepped in again. "I'll tutor him. Day in and day out. Every spare second we've got. I'll help him catch up, mum."

Looking between the two of us, she sighed, giving a short nod. "Okay. Thank you."

Offering a small but sweet smile, I grabbed Scott's arm to drag him away again. "We'll start tonight. I promise," I assured mum, still pulling Scott away.

Once we were outside he turned to me. "Do you mean it?"

Letting his arm go, I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I mean it." I grinned at him.

He let out a relieved breath. "Thank you."

…

Sweeping the floor of the back room in the veterinary clinic, I sighed to myself. I enjoyed my job, but right now I wanted to be with Scott and Stiles. I didn't trust Jackson, and I didn't like that my brother and best friend were alone with him. The last think I wanted was for him to turn into the Kanima and kill them.

"Rough day?" Deaton asked as he walked in, carrying a dog over to the table in the middle of the room.

"More like rough year," I mumbled to myself.

"Perhaps I can help with that?" He offered as he lay the dog on the table. "Come over here." Doing as he said, I moved to stand next to him. "Lay your hand on the dog."

Once again, I did as he said, without question.

It took a moment, and I'm not entirely sure what spurred it on. But as I continued to rest my hand on the dog my veins began to rise closer to the skin and darkened. I felt a ripple of pain pull itself from the animal and into my arm.

"What the…?"

The pain didn't hurt me. I could bear it. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was the fact I had no idea what I was doing.

Deaton smiled. "Being turned into a werewolf gives you plenty of abilities that can help you. But it also allows you to help others. Like this."

"What am I doing?" I asked, hand still splayed out on the animal's fur.

"Taking away some of its pain."

Tears rimmed my eyes as I watched the dog visibly relax, as if this small action from me was doing a world of good for it.

Watching me, Deaton continued to smile. "Things may feel like they're imploding, but don't forget that it only takes one second for things to go from bad, to good."

"It only takes a second for things to get worse as well," I noted, sliding my hand off the dog before wiping away my tears.

"You don't have to be the one to bear everyone's troubles. Sometimes, instead of offering to help, maybe you should ask for it."

…

Walking down the street, along the path, in the dark, I looked to the ground deep in thought. After my little chat with Deaton I began to think of how Scott, Stiles and I were going to figure out the mess we were in. Maybe Scott was right? Maybe we should start trusting other people and ask for help?

"Angela."

I came to a stop and looked up. My eyes landed on Derek as he pushed himself off his car- which was parked right outside my house.

Jaw tense, I continued to walk along the path until I was a few steps away from him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk."

"About?"

"The Kanima. It's still alive, isn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Despite the fact you practically ripped its throat out. I guess even your big, bad Alpha powers aren't enough to kill it. Now, if you'll excuse me." I turned to head for the porch.

"Are you dating Stiles?"

Stopping in my tracks, I looked over my shoulder to give him a confused frown. "Excuse me?"

"Are you dating Stiles?"

Turning to face him properly, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Where is this coming from?"

"You smell like him. All the time," he noted.

I gave a short and simple shrug. "What's it to you?"

He hesitated a moment before walking forward until there was barely a step between us. Looking down at me as I looked up at him, he searched my eyes, an intense look in his own.

My heart raced. I wanted to back up. I wanted to walk away. But I couldn't. Not only did I not want to look weak, I was also frozen. The attraction I always felt for him, that didn't go away just because we were over. It would always be there… and it would always hold some kind of control over me.

"Angela?"

I jumped at the sound of my mum's voice. Turning, I brushed some hair out of my face as I looked to her. "Yeah?"

"I just got a call from the police station," she told me, a look on her face I'd never seen before. She looked pissed.

"What? Why?"

"Your bother," was her response. She closed the front door before starting down the porch steps. "I'm going to the station."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "I'm coming."

Without turning to look or even speak to Derek, I walked off and over to the car, meeting mum there. We both climbed in, her behind the wheel while I sat on the passenger side.

As she drove out I looked over to Derek, seeing him still standing where I left him, hands in his pockets again as he watched us drive away.

…

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore." Sheriff Stilinski read from the restraining order he held in his hand. "You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." He dropped the clipboard onto the mental table in front of him.

Scott and Stiles sat at the table, looking very guilty. While mum and I stood by the door, and Mr Whittemore- Jackson's adoptive lawyer father- stood at the opposite end as Sheriff Stilinski.

"What about school?" Stiles asked, looking from his father to Mr Whittemore and back.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty-foot distance," Sheriff Stilinski explained.

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles asked, earning a groan each from my mum and Mr Whittemore, a disapproving glare from his father, and a cringe from me. "I'll just hold it."

…

Walking out of the interrogation room, I stayed a step in front of Scott and mum, trying to get out of there as fast as possible.

This situation was worse than I ever thought it could be. Sure, I imagined the million ways Jackson could have ruined our lives- most of which involved death. But this? This was above anything I could have come up with.

Once we were in the hallway, heading for the exit, mum stopped Scott- which meant I stopped as well, seeing as I wanted to be there for my brother.

"It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon." Mum looked so disappointed… which was worse than her being mad. "It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

"I missed a chemistry test?" Scott sounded genuinely confused.

I shook my head and looked away. This was just getting worse and worse…

"Really, Scott? Really?" Mum shook her own head at him. "I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded," She stated as Stiles walked around the corner and stopped a few steps behind her.

"What about work?" Scott asked, having a good point.

"Fine. Other than work. And no TV."

"The TVs broken," Scott and I noted at the same time.

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no…" She looked behind her, "no Stiles."

"What?!" Stiles hurried forward. "No Stiles?"

"No Stiles!" mum repeated, her voice loud enough to make Stiles back up, and Scott and I jump. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys." She put her hand out so he could give them to her. "Give them to me!"

With a sigh, Scott handed them over.

We both watch as mum tried to take the car key off its key ring.

"For the love of God."

"Mum do you want me-"

She cut Scott off, "No."

"Mum, come on, let me just…. mum."

But try as she might, it wouldn't budge, which just made her more frustrated and flustered.

Seeing her struggling, Scott reached for her hands to stop her. "Mum."

Taking a breath, she looked up at him again. "What is going on with you?" Her eyes looked over at me then. "Both of you."

Scott glanced at me, our eyes locking as guilt flushed over both of us. Turning back to mum, he sighed. "Do you really want to know?"

Oh, God…

Mum nodded. "Yeah."

In the background I could see Stiles shaking his head frantically.

But before any of us could say something else, mum spoke up again. "Is this about your father?" My heart sunk. "It is, isn't it?"

Stiles started to nod, telling us to say yes.

Oblivious so Stiles, mum went on. "Okay, you know what… we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car," she told us before walking down the hall, leaving us there.

Feeling the heavy weight on my shoulders increase, I followed Scott as we moved closer to Stiles.

"I'm the worst son ever," Scott groaned.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," Stiles noted.

"I am not going home if it means we have to talk about dad." I shook my head. "You think your dad will let me stay at your place still?"

Stiles shrugged. "He thinks you sleep in the guest room. So, it shouldn't mean anything if I'm grounded."

"Are you?" I asked.

But before he could answer Scott turned to me, a confused frown on his face. "Where do you sleep if you're not in the spare bedroom?"

"In my room." Stiles shrugged.

Scott looked from me, to our best friend, and then back. "On the floor?" The silence that followed was his answer. Realising what that meant, Scott's eyes went wide. "You sleep in his bed?"

"We just sleep," Stiles assured him, a nervous and defensive tone to his voice.

...

Sheriff Stilinski was still at the station working, which meant Stiles and I were alone at his house. Scott wasn't happy about the fact I slept with our best friend, but I insisted nothing was going on. Which was true.

As much as I loved Stiles, I didn't love him like that. He was my best friend, the second brother I never had. Nothing would ever happen between us.

Crawling into the bed, dressed in my purple cupcake pajama pants and a grey tank top, I sat back against the headboard so I could watch Stiles sitting at his desk. He was on his computer, trying to find anything on the Kanima.

"So, what do we know so far?" I asked.

"Lydia translated the bestiary. Turns out the Kanima doesn't seek a friend. It seeks a master."

That changes things. "Which means someone's controlling him."

"Exactly."

"Did Scott find anything on the video Danny told us about?"

"The tablet was gone."

"Gone?"

"Someone broke into his car and took it."

"Do we think it was Jackson, or the person controlling him?"

"Probably the person controlling him. He would have been using Jackson as a distraction in the club."

"Makes sense." I nodded, reaching up to pull my hair into a quick bun. "So, do we have any idea who the master is?"

"Nope."

"Do we know who they're going to kill next?"

"Nope."

"Do we know what they want?"

"Nope." Stiles sighed, turning in his seat to look at me. "But I read online that the Kanima goes after murders."

"Why did it go after us then?"

"Scott thinks it wasn't trying to kill us. He thinks it was trying to keep us in the pool."

"What do you think?"

"I think we should just kill Jackson."

Tilting my head slightly, I gave him a small and amused smile. "Because he's the Kanima? Or because he's Jackson?"

Sighing, he shrugged. "Can I pick both?"

"He doesn't know what he's doing. He needs our help."

Groaning, he turned back to his computer as he mumbled to himself, "Why are you and Scott so good?"

Smiling still, I slid down the bed and got comfortable. I knew he would be working for a while, but I didn't mind. Even with him being so busy, and the lights shinning, I still managed to sleep, and it was still a better sleep than I would have gotten if I was in my own room.

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