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julieandthephantomsblogduh · 4 years

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Bright - Episode Two, Part One

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The Molina Household - the morning before school

Julie and Lia sit together on the piano bench as tears fall between the two of them. They had both lost so much and sometimes words couldn’t express that. Music had been a way for both of them to release their pain and knowing that Julie finally got her voice back brought a tear to both of their eyes. All of a sudden, Flynn runs into the studio crying too.

“Oh sweetie not you too,” Malia says, standing up to hug Flynn, “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk…”

“Are you okay?” Julie asks, putting the sheet music back onto the piano.

“No I am not okay, you just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking of what to say. I might’ve drank seven sodas but I need to get this out.” Flynn starts.

“Wait I have something to tell you…” Julie tries to interrupt her but to no avail.

“No it’s my turn to talk,” Flynn continues as Julie and Lia share a smirk knowing that Flynn’s gonna rant about this now, “You can’t give up music. Your music is like a gift so that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn…” Malia tries to talk but she just puts her hand over her mouth.

“Uh huh. When we were six we all promised to be in a band together. Triple Threat?”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie smiles.

Flynn lets out a sigh, “That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program forever we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure we’ll see each other in the hall sometime but… Malia would be my only friend and…”

“Hey!”

“That’s not true Flynn,” Julie says.

“The only time we’ll ever contact each other would be through instagram likes. Every Time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart would break a little bit and when my heart breaks… I’ll turn my sadness onto Malia and you don’t want Malia to deal with a sad Flynn right?”

“Okay first of all,” Lia starts, “I’m starting to feel very concerned about our friendship…” Flynn slaps Malia’s shoulder playfully at that, “also if the seven soda’s hadn’t hit you, you would know that…”

“That I just played the piano and sang again.”

“WHAT! Why didn’t you just say so? Malia I expected a phone call.”

“Hey, I just got here, don't come at me.”

“I was trying,” Julie says, “And then your seven sodas kicked in…”

“Ohh I’m so happy for you. And me!”

“And me?” Malia asks.

“Of course you too,” Flynn says pulling Lia under her arm, “Look at you Julie, looking all… I don’t know, alive again?

“I know right it’s as if I drank seven sodas!”

“What made you play again Jules?”

“I found this song my mum wrote me,” Flynn picks up the manuscript while Malia looks at it over her shoulder, smiling gently. “Woah”

“I know. I was so afraid to play it. Anything involving music reminds me of her. Then I woke up this morning and realised that’s why I should keep on playing. To keep her memory alive.”

“Aww c’mon guys,” Lia starts pulling Julie off the bench, “Group hug”

“Yay.”

“Wait!...” Flynn yells pushing us apart, “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison you can play so you can stay in the program and we can continue to be besties and I won’t have to deal with Lia alone.”

“Hey!”

“C’mon guys, Julie’s back and Triple Threat lives on.”

“You guy’s go ahead,” Lia says, “I need to use the washroom. I’ll catch up with you guys in school.”

Lia heads towards the bathroom - Lia’s perspective

I hear the shed door shut as I get to my business. As I flush the toilet and head to start washing my hands, I hear the boys talk.

“I wonder why Julie didn’t tell us she could shred on the piano?”

“And sing that girl can sing”

“It probably has something to do with her mum. You know? Must have been hard.” I think Alex says. “Anyway, I really feel for her.”

I dry my hands quickly and I reach for the door when I hear Luke start talking, “Yeah but… now she’s got music back in her life. Just like us.”

“”Yeah, I’m not sure you can call what we have a life.”

I hold back a snort. It felt kinda weird listening in to their conversation but like it’s not as if I did it on purpose right? Anyway, I leave the washroom before anything gets too personal.

“Hey boys…”

They all turn to face me as Luke moves closer, “Hey Lia right?”

Oh my, my big brother just acknowledged me and he has no idea.

“Yeah umm… so how is it? Being ghosts”

I can see Alex raise his eyebrows from his loft.

“Look I can poof!” Reggie says moving from the door, towards me and then poofing back to the door.

“Cool… umm I’m gonna go leave now… um bye?” I kinda awkwardly say as I make eye contact with Luke. I quickly walk out and close the door. As I walk away I can hear the boys talk.

“That was weird”

“Yeah…”

I just shake my head and let the confusion take over my thoughts as I make my way towards school.

At School - In the music room with Ms. Harrison

“Believe me Julie. I think it’s wonderful that you sang again. I prayed for this moment for almost a year. But it’s too late,” Ms Harrison says.

“But what if you just hear her play?” Flynn tries, “You know she’s amazing.”

“Yeah this is like turning down Beyonce!” Lia tries causing Julie to slap her shoulder.

“Ouch!”

“I wouldn’t matter. A new student starts tomorrow,” Ms Harrison says taking a breath, “There’s only…”

“So may spots, and if I don’t participate I’m out. I know,” Julie finishes.

“I did everything I could to keep you hear this year. But Principle Lessa was very clear. Yesterday was your last chance. You’ll have to reapply next semester.”

The bell rings

Kids start filling out the room as Lia puts her arms around Julie’s and Flynn’s in hopes of comforting them.

“I’m truly sorry,” Ms. Harrison says walking away.

The three girls hug each others shoulders as they walk out.

Start of Lunch - Lia’s perspective

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up with you later? I have something to do first.” I say to Julie and Flynn, before walking back towards the music classroom. This is going to crush my soul and Flynn and Julie will be mad but I have to do this and Mum might actually be happy.

“Hey Ms. Harrison, do you mind if we talk for a second?”

Ms. Harrison turns around from her putting away her manuscript. She steps off the conductors pedestal and takes a seat in one of the many chairs and I sit down next to her. I used to come in here all the time after school and while Ms. Harrison would clean up or work, I’ll just play my guitar or sit at the piano writing some music.

“Hey Ms. Harrison?” I asked, as a nervous freshman, “Would it be okay if I stick around after school sometimes and just practice here? My parents aren’t too fond at the idea of me practicing at home.”

Ms. Harrison looks at me for a second. I was playing with the string on my hoodie biting my lip. We had just had our first class today and being a freshmen, I didn’t really have any friends other than Julie, Carrie and Flynn. Honestly though - they were all I needed. They had been there for me when my life was crashing and I promised to do the same for them no matter what.

“Why don’t we take a seat and talk for a second?” She had asked.

That day I told her everything - from my brother's death to how my parents despised the idea of me pursuing music. Ms. Harrison had promised me that I would always be welcomed to come in early or to stay a bit after school to practice or write music. For that I will forever be thankful.

“What’s going on Malia? Is everything alright at home?”

“Yeah it’s just…” I sigh, before taking a deep breath, “Would it be possible to drop out of the music program?”

“Malia… I don’t know what to say,” She looks at me confused, “I thought your parents were okay with everything now? Is there something going on? Is this about Julie?”

“It’s kind of complicated but I think… my mum isn’t too happy about my choices and with college applications and graduation coming in a couple years… I think they’d rather me go to Harvard than Juillard. I know Julie has a shot at going big but I know I’ll never try so… why shouldn’t the spot go to someone who actually deserves it?”

“Malia, you are talented and a wonderful person. You have a great voice and the music you write means so much and it’s great. I can’t stop you from dropping out but make sure you’re dropping out for you - not your mum, not your dad, not for anyone but yourself.”

“I love music Ms. Harrison, but I love my family more than anything. I can’t hurt them - they’ve already been through so much. Julie has been through so much. Me dropping out could make so many people happy. I need to do this, just promise you won’t tell Flynn or Julie why i’m dropping out?”

“Okay. Just remember that no matter what happens, you’re always welcomed here and you can always play whatever you want in here.”

“Thanks Ms. Harrison. I guess I’ll stop by the office and make it official. I’m sure mum won’t protest too much.”

I slowly turn to walk out the door, I pause for a second, “Thanks for letting me be who I truly am in here. You will never understand what you did for me when you let me stay here and do what I always wanted to do.”

“Malia, just remember that your music shows who you are - and you are a very talented woman.”

I look towards the ground as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. A sad smile forms on my lips as all the memories I’ve made in here come to an end. I clench my eyes shut and open them up. I give Ms. Harrison one last smile as I quickly walk out, heading towards the principal's office.

Back at the Molina household after school has ended

“So what’s the plan now that…” Lia starts as Julie opens the door to her room.

They walk in and the boys are all hanging out. Julie looked at the boys with a certain twinge. Reggie was laying on Julie’s bed while Alex was looking at her dresser and Luke was looking through her stuff.

“What are you guys doing in my room?”

The guys reply to her with a chorus of high pitched uhhs and umms. Lia just laughs as she drops her bag beside the door. She was going to be staying overnight.

“We were looking for the kitchen?” Luke tries.

“This… this can’t happen. It’s creepy. Get off my bed please.”

Reggie jumps off the bed as Lia laughs and takes his spot, laying down and hugging a pillow.

“Hey Julie,” Luke raises his hand, “What’s in the box?” He asks, pointing towards Julie’s dream box.

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh…” he chuckles, “Okay. Girl stuff.”

“Ohh… like butterflies and glitter?” Reggie asks, as Lia throws a pillow at him that ends up going right through him.

“Oh come on,” Alex says looking embarrassed for his friends, “I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s none of your business. And yes there might be some glitter,” Julie says while Reggie smirks only for another pillow to be thrown through him by Lia, “And Lia stop throwing pillows at them. Try a rock.”

“Hey!” Alex exclaims, picking up a picture of Julie and her mum and walking towards the bed, “I actually picked something up!”

He then proceeds to drop it on top of Lia.

“Ouch!”

“I dropped it,” Lia throws a pillow through him too.

“Uh is that you mum?” Luke asks.

“Yes and it’s my favourite picture of us. So if you break it,” she says picking up the picture and giving them the death stare, causing Lia to snort at their facial reactions, “I’ll break you.”

Julie puts the frame on her bedside as Alex says, “Ok well sorry but we’re kind of unbreakable at this point.”

Lia and Julie both throw him a WTF look.

“I don’t get it, “Julie starts, “You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments but you can’t pick up other stuff?”

“I know right? It’s hard,” Luke says shrugging, “But for some reason, our instruments, easy.”

“Yeah like super easy,” Reggie adds from the edge of the bed, “Oh and check out what I learned today.”

He stands up and holds his hands out “Ah” Suddenly his guitar is across his chest and he falls backwards.

“SICK,” Lia says sitting up in bed. Luke smiles down at her as Julie says, “Yeah that looked super easy.”

Reggie continues groaning as Luke starts talking again, “It’s like I always thought, our instruments are attached to our souls.”

Julie looks towards Lia. All of a sudden Julie’s dad walks in says “Hey,” startling the boys causing Reggie to do a backflip and Luke and Alex to hold hands. Lia smirks at them before giving her attention to Mr. Molina.

“Everything ok?” He asks.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” Julie says, looking towards Lia before looking back at her dad. Luke and Alex look down to their hands, back at each other before dropping their hands. Lia watches the interaction and laughs before putting her hand in front of her mouth. Reggie smirks while Mr. Molina gives her a concerned look.

“I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Yeah me!” Lia says from the bed.

“Someone other than Lia”

“Must have been my laptop… that I just closed.”

“Ok… if you need anything,” he gestures towards the doors making a closing motion, “Yeah okay.”

He closes the doors. Julie turns to look towards the boys.

“Your dad looks like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe,” Reggie says.

“Oh my he does!” Lia laughs.

“Look I don't know but if you guys want to talk to me you have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” Luke says, smiling as if he just solved all the issues, as the boys agree with him.

Lia and Julie share a do they not have brains which they don’t but still look.

“Umm what?” “You’re kidding right?”

Luke’s smile falls and he ends up looking like a sad golden retriever.

“This past year, everyone’s been watching over me, being super nice as if they’re waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band. I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner 3 times a week.”

“Yeah… Turner is not fun,” Lia says falling backwards on Julie’s bed and staring at the ceiling.

Luke looks towards Julie, “You probably shouldn’t tell him…” he walks back towards the box, “Julie”

Lia lets out a small laugh “I thought I told you to leave that alone!”

“I know. You should have just said nothing because now I can’t stop thinking about it. Soo… What’s in the box Julie?”

Julie looks back to Lia, rolling her eyes at annoyance towards Luke, “It’s just my dream box okay!”

Luke slowly looks towards Julie as Lia’s phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her back pocket and opens it up.

“Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?”

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s just full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

The boys all look sad at her confession and Lia sits up suddenly.

“But I mean you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex says standing up all of a sudden.

“In the garage!” Julie looks frustrated. Luke and Reggie scrunch up their faces towards him. Luke flicks his shoulder as Lia throws another pillow aimed at all three boys.

“So you were there too?”

“Uhhh… I don’t…” “Uhh he was like…” “We were… somewhere”

Lia stands up before the situation would escalate.

“I have to head home for a sec… but I’ll be back tonight. Good luck boys,” She says sending them a wink and leaving the room.

Lia’s perspective - Once she gets home

Now I don’t know why mum called me but I think I have an idea. It probably has something to do with me quitting the program. Things are gonna be awkward and suddenly I’m glad that Mr. Molina actually likes me and I was already sleeping over. As if I don’t basically live in their house. I take a breath before walking in.

“Mum! Dad! I’m home!”

I hear pots and pans clash, so I make my way towards the kitchen. As I walk towards the fridge to grab a snack Dad turns off the stove and Mum looks up from her spot at the table.

“Take a seat Malia.”

Oh crap. I make my way towards the table, a clementine in hand. I take a seat and take in the death stares burning into my face. I slowly start peeling my clementine while Mum takes in a sigh.

“Why’d I get a phone call saying that you wanted to quit the music program?”

I set aside the peels as I pull of a piece of clementine, “I thought you’d be happy.”

“So that’s it? You’re done with music? For years you fought us to get up to buy you your guitar and your violin and all the other instruments and now you just give up on it?”

I swallow a couple of pieces down, “I’m not giving up on music. I just think that… I need to focus on other things for now. Maybe I’ll reapply next semester or maybe I won’t. I just want you to be happy and okay with this.”

“In the end we aren’t going to stop you from this but. Yeah maybe it is better that you focus on your studies than music right now.”

“It’s still going to take some time to process everything but starting next week I’ll officially be out of the program then,” I chow down on the rest of the clementine before standing up and going to throw the peels out. I rapidly blink to force the tears back, “I’m staying over at Julie’s house so I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

I quickly head up the stairs towards my room, finally letting the tears fall. Once I’m behind the closed doors I let the tears fall freely while I pick up my guitar case. I bring it over to my bed and open it up. I take out my guitar and make my way towards Luke’s room. Walking in, I quickly grab his guitar and bring it back into mine and set it into my guitar case. I move to wipe the tears from my eyes. This might be a choice but it still hurts. I’ve spent my entire life trying to please my parents and apparently the only way I can do so is by giving up my number one love - something tied so closely with my family but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past year its that family should mean everything. I quickly pick up my case and leave to walk back to Julie’s house.

Masterlist part two

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nivalvixen · 7 years

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Framed, pt 3

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Stiles had a day of tactical driving which ended up being more monotonous than he'd expected. He was used to Roscoe's heavy handling, so being in a far smaller automatic car with all-wheel drive, cruise control, and a reverse camera was a little daunting.

Who needed a camera to reverse, anyway?

After his first drive, knocking over every single traffic cone in sight, his instructor spent a good five minutes yelling at Stiles. The man butchered the pronunciation of his first name but Stiles didn't want the evil man to have the honour of using his nickname anyway.

When it was his turn again, Stiles sat behind the wheel and imagined the traffic cones were baby werewolf cubs. He came to an abrupt stop next to his peers and instructors, the former with their jaws open in surprise at his sudden ability to avoid the cones.

"Not bad, Stilinski, but you can do better!"

Stiles' eyebrows shot up at that; he hadn't missed a single cone and his time was mere seconds from his peers who had hit the cones. He was tempted to do the course in reverse, just to prove that he fucking could and his instructor was an asshole, but Stiles forcefully reminded himself that if he fucked up here, he wouldn't get any further with Derek's case.

The thought made him feel sick to his stomach; if Stiles wasn't at the FBI, he wouldn't be able to solve the case, his peers would hunt Derek down, he'd probably end up in prison, and then Stiles would end up becoming an accomplice and going on the run because there was no way he was letting Derek rot away in prison. The martyr would probably think he'd deserved it, even though he hadn't deserved anything life had thrown at him. Sometimes literally.

"Focus on what matters, Stilinski," he muttered to himself, getting out of the car so the next person could get behind the wheel.

...

Again, at lunch, Agent McAsshole came to their table to talk to the recruits. One of Stiles' peers mentioned how he'd been the first to pass the intensive driving, and Rafe looked straight at him for the first time in ten minutes.

"Congratulations, Mr. Stilinski. I'm sure your family and friends would be very pleased to hear that you're doing well here," Rafe said, the words far too nice and his eyes sharp.

Stiles clenched his jaw and couldn't bring himself to reply; not without his usual sarcasm, not without wanting to hurt the man who'd hurt Scott.

"How are you all enjoying the case so far? I could request a different case, if you'd like?" Rafe asked, looking between the recruits.

Stiles heard the threat in his question and under the table his hands clenched into tight fists. What the hell did he want? Everyone wanted something, and Rafe obviously wanted something from Stiles or else he'd take the case - Derek's case - away from him. A hundred possibilities ran through his mind; Stiles was pretty certain that if McCallous didn't want him at the FBI, then he wouldn't be there. Stiles thought back to their last encounter, to Scott's last encounter with his father, and he suddenly knew what the man wanted.

"My best friend is going to UC Davis," Stiles blurted out.

Rafe relaxed. It wasn't obvious to everyone at the table as Stiles' peers were looking at him like he was crazy - why would Agent Rafe McCall care about his best friend?! - but Stiles, who had spent a summer watching Derek Hale for the slightest bit of emotion, the way a tilt or raising of his eyebrows could convey entire sentences, saw Rafe's shoulders lose a hint of tension, the twitch of a smile at his mouth. He was right.

"I'm sure his parents are very proud," Rafe said, again with words that seemed simple and nice, but conveying another message for those who knew where to look.

Stiles had received 99% on his accuracy test (he lost a percent for writing a paragraph that detailed the history of one of the ink blot tests; they were lucky it was only a paragraph), so he knew exactly where to look.

Agent McNutsack wanted Stiles to be a messenger boy to Scott since he couldn't get the balls to do it himself, and to make sure he complied, he was using Derek as leverage.

Stiles nodded, his jaw clenched, and ignored the agent for the rest of the lunch break.

...

"You spoke to my dad? Willingly?" Scott asked, surprised.

"Yeah, he's currently at Quantico, heading up his own division; it's surprisingly difficult to avoid him," Stiles muttered, rolling his eyes. "He's proud of you for going to UC Davis," he added, pulling a face.

"He is?" Scott asked with a smile.

"Yeah. About that, he's basically bribing me to provide info on you so I can keep working on Derek's case. Can I feed him a bit of random crap until he gets the balls to talk to you again?"

"What's Derek's case?"

"Oh. Uh, he's being framed for mass murder. It's a total set up 'cause he was either in BH for most of it, de-aged by Kate, or fighting the Nogitsune."

Scott took a moment to breathe before he answered, both of them silent at the memory of the Nogitsune, of Allison, of the darkness still inside them. "Tell him whatever you want. Just... no embarrassing stories from primary school, okay?"

Stiles snorted. "I'd be embarrassing myself right there along with you, so no problem, Scotty. Now; when were you going to tell me what was going down? There was an attack at the station, Parrish got hurt, what else aren't you telling me?"

Scott winced; he'd forgotten to talk to the Sheriff about not telling Stiles what had happened. "Wait. You're not coming back to deal with this?"

"Dude, I'm stuck with the FBI for four months; if I leave now with no warning, I'll never get this chance again. But I'll help as much as I can from here, I promise. Now, spill every detail," Stiles said, pulling out his notebook and eyeing the opposite wall as a new board.

He didn't really need to hang his clothes up, did he?

Scott was still a little surprised, but he dutifully relayed everything he remembered. Then he called Lydia to add her input to the call. She was re-packing Malia's suitcase for France, who had decided to go rat hunting with Liam and Mason in some of her nicer clothes.

"You weren't going to tell me, Lyds?" Stiles asked, sounding more hurt than he'd intended.

"I don't want to lose you again. I refuse to lose any more best friends," Lydia replied, her stern voice slipping and breaking at the end.

There was a long moment of silence.

"I'm your best friend?" Stiles asked, grinning.

"If you have to ask -"

"Nope, I'm good. I'm your best friend. Huh, cool. Hey, is there like, a legal limit of how many best friends you can have?"

"Stiles, you're at the FBI now, you're a grown adult, please act like one," Lydia said, rolling her eyes.

"Ha, no chance of that! You knew what you signed up for, bestie," Stiles teased, grinning.

Lydia made a noise that sounded as though she regretted every decision she'd ever made in her life.

"Can we, uh, get back to the hellhound terrorising town?" Scott asked.

"Sure thing, Scotty. Parrish said the hellhound's hunting for something or someone, didn't he? Can you just ask him what it is?"

"What?" Scott and Lydia said at the same time.

"Y'know, be an adult and actually ask the hellhound who or what they're looking for? Within a safe distance, of course."

"What exactly is a safe distance when a hellhound is concerned? Mountain ash doesn't work on them. Or me, remember?" Scott pointed out.

"Oh, yeah, I know. I think I've got a spell for that, actually. Well, it's in one of Deaton's books that I might or might not have illegally copied..." Stiles added, trailing off with a cough. He opened a file on his laptop that was hidden away, password protected, and encrypted. Even his porn folder had less protection. "It's a spell to keep both parties stuck in their separate areas, and it lasts for a good two hours or something, so be careful with it," Stiles added. "Also, check with Deaton in case there's another spell that can let you out before the hellhound or something. I don't want to modify it and get you stuck somewhere for two weeks or something."

"This is surprisingly mature of you, Stiles. I'm very proud," Lydia said, teasingly.

"Good. Don't tell anyone," Stiles said with a laugh. "Okay, there; I've sent the spell to both of you. Let me know how it goes, yeah? And stop keeping secrets from me, dammit," he added.

"Sorry, buddy," Scott said, wincing.

"Sorry, Stiles. We only hid it because we were worried you'd come back," Lydia said.

"Yeah, I know. I'd probably do the same thing if you were here and I was there," Stiles said, knowing it for the truth. "I've gotta study for tomorrow. We're working on Derek's case again."

"Hey, say hi to my dad for me? Y'know, if you can. He didn't exactly leave his number when he left last time," Scott said.

"Sure thing, Scotty; that won't be awkward," Stiles muttered. "Let me know what happens with the hellhound, okay?"

Both Scott and Lydia agreed, then said goodbye and hung up. Stiles set his phone down, sighing heavily before moving the wardrobe out of his way.

...

End of the third chapter.

Next parts: four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

#sterek #NV fanfic #fbi stiles #leave derek hale alone

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