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New Blood - 9

Warnings: Some fluff, then angst, then some fluffy angst before a hint of angst at the very end.

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“Stiles, tell me why again you’re going with Scott to get his tattoo?” Alina asked into her phone as she walked through the kitchen with a piece of fried toast in her hands, wearing some comfortable shorts and an oversized t-shirt. “But you can’t take needles!... I know you’re not the one getting a tattoo, but you’ll be watching it happen… no, see-... no, remember when you fell and cut yourself on some glass and you had to get like a million shots?... Stiles?…. Stiles!” she sighed heavily when she heard a distant thud, taking a bite of her toast as she waited, eventually hearing someone scrambling to get up from the floor, picking up the phone “see?... Yeah, well-... all I’m saying is take a damn pillow with you, at least then you’ll have something soft to land on” she teased, continuing chewing her toast as she listened to him rant, a sense of normalcy to it that she worshiped at the moment. “No, no I’m good. My motel room got this tiny kitchen thingie and I’ve made some toast… Why?.... Stiles, why would I talk to Derek? He’s the reason why you got kidnapped and beaten to a pulp!.... So what if he’s an ‘Alpha’?! It’s the same as any other kind of leader, and him not showing up which would have spared you a damn beating is not exactly reassuring. Why the hell would I want to be in his pack anymore?!.... No… no I don’t think I’m ‘rouge’... I just-... he never gave a shit about me or you, just himself and I haven’t seen anything to disprove that… No. No, of course I won’t run away like Erica and Boyd, of course not! And they were scared, Stiles, you’re all still teenagers, you’re not adults yet and this is scary stuff most of the time. No… Yeah, I think I’m staying here a while longer, at least until dad thinks the ‘treatment’ is over and has worked… I know it’s been three months but I keep-... every month is still difficult and I want total control before I really come home” she muttered, finishing her toast, nodding as she continued to listen to him ranting about this and that, already beginning to make a new toast as she didn’t seem satisfied with the first one.

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Alina frowned as there was a knock on the door, her brows scrunched together and she turned off the water, wrapping a towel around herself before walking towards the door, about to ask who it was when she could already tell. The scent was enough. She hesitated before sighing, opening the door, looking up at him with cold eyes. “Derek” she greeted coldly, Derek sighing softly, his expression soft as though her indifference to him actually hurt “Alina…”

“What do you want?” she asked pointedly, crossing her arms over her chest as Derek looked down at her, silent, making her scoff “it’s been three months, Derek. What do you want?”

“I want to know…”

“Know what?” she asked, once again receiving silence and she sighed after a few seconds, realizing what he wanted to know. “I don’t know, Derek. It’s been three months and you ask me now? Why? Does it have anything to do with all the crazy things happening? The animals going nuts and everything?”

“Yes…”

“So it’s not even because you, I don’t know, even cared that I was gone” she determined with a forced smile, nodding “okay” she muttered, about to close the door when his hand stopped it, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. “Isaac is hurt-”

“He’s what?!”

“He and I have been looking for Erica and Boyd… he-... I don’t know if he found them or not, but someone found him-”

“Jesus Christ, Derek!! Lead with that!” she snapped, hurrying to the bathroom, hearing him walking inside and closing the door. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?” she asked with anger as she moved back and forth between her bathroom and her suitcases, eventually coming out of the bathroom fully dressed, her hair still wet as she tried to towel dry it as much as possible. “I wanted to know first” he admitted and she halted, staring at him before sighing “I left because all you seem to care about is yourself, your power, how many you have in your pack, you don’t seem to get that Eric, Boyd, Isaac, Scott, Stiles… they’re all teenagers. They’re kids and you seem to forget that. You expect them to act like you, like they’re adults, but they’re not. They’re just kids… I’m not leaving Beacon Hills, I’m not leaving my brother and dad again, but you need to decide what kind of Alpha you want to be, Derek, if you want to be like Scott, or how I heard Peter was, or would have been if you hadn’t, you know, slashed his throat” she muttered the last part, moving to her bed to put on her shoes, barely lacing them before throwing on a jacket and walking out of the room with Derek hot on her heels, Alina locking her room before following Derek to his car “Alina-”

“Just take me to Isaac, Derek” she muttered, getting in, a tense look on her face but he relented nonetheless. She was the first to get out of the car, hurrying inside the broken house in time to see Isaac look up at the new sounds, the boy hurriedly getting up before wrapping his arms around Alina who eagerly hugged him back. “Christ, Isaac… What the hell happened to you? You’re still in a hospital gown!” Alina muttered, parting from Isaac to fret over him, Derek watching the scene with a sad frown. “It doesn’t matter, I found Boyd and Erica and there was this girl-”

“You found Boyd and Erica?”

“I think so…”

“You think so?”

“I-I don’t-... I don’t remember, they must have done something to me” he admitted, Derek halfway about to stop him but he was too late, sighing heavily, burying his face in his hand as Alina frowned “who? Who did something to you?”

“You-... you don’t know?... You didn’t tell her?” Isaac asked and Alina slowly, very slowly, turned to look at Derek who dared to look at her, sighing heavily “I was going to-”

“You. Me. Outside. Now... and cover your ears, Isaac.”

“Wha-”

“COVER THEM!” she snapped, Isaac doing as told as Derek followed Alina outside. “Tell me what? What haven’t you told me?”

“There’s a pack… of Alphas…”

“A pack of Alphas… what the hell are you talking about?!”

“They’re led by someone named Deucalion… he’s sort of the leader, the Alpha over the Alphas, I guess… they’re here… for me… They have Boyd and Erica-”

“Since when?”

“Alina-”

“Since when, Derek?!”

“... we don’t know” he admitted, Alina letting out a sharp breath as she stepped back from Derek, glaring at him “you’ve kept this from me?”

“Yes, Alina, of course I did! I didn’t even know if you were still on my side!”

“I’ve always been on your side, Derek! Did you really think I’d leave your pack without telling you?! I needed space, my brother was kidnapped because you failed to show up, he was beaten to a pulp! I helped you with Jackson! That should have been proof enough that I was on your side” Alina snapped, shaking her head at him with a small scoff “start trusting people and you won’t have to worry every second of your damn life! I understand that anger is your anchor but it’s damn near your personality now! The Derek I remember wasn’t like this! He was charming, cocky, a jock but a good guy! Not an angry man who doesn’t trust anyone but himself. You want a pack? Start trusting! And not just one single teenager who barely has a grip on life!”

“You mean trust you?!”

“NOT JUST ME!! But yes, it’d be a start since I’m in your pack!” she shouted loudly before storming past him, walking inside and walking up to Isaac, gently poking his shoulder and he removed his hands from his ears. “Do you have any spare clothes?” she asked softly, Isaac hesitating before shaking his head, Alina nodding “well, I’ll see if I have something from some horrible ex or something… if not then I’ll go out, buy some things for you. You’ve been looking for three months?”

“I thought Derek told you…”

“Well…” she looked over her shoulder at Derek, his expression soft and slightly regretful “he didn’t” she muttered, looking back at isaac, reaching a hand up and gently rubbing his shoulder “we’ll figure all of this out, okay?” she asked with a small smile before sighing, nodding to herself “try not to get into any more scraps while I get you something real to wear?”

“I’ll try…” he muttered with a small smile, Alina nodding, turning around and walking past Derek who followed her. “Alina, wait-... Alina!”

“Don’t worry about it, Derek… I’ll walk” she called out in a calm voice, Derek sighing heavily with frustration.

“ALINA!” his eyes turned that blood red that only an Alpha had and she stopped, as though she had no choice in the matter, as though her legs suddenly refused to let her walk any further, Derek almost let out a relieved sigh. So, she hadn’t lied when she said that she was still in his pack…

Alina walked back towards him, a wounded look in her eyes yet she kept a straight face, Derek studying her closely “you’re right-”

“What?”

“I said; you’re right. I need to trust people…” he admitted hesitantly, Alina studying him before sighing “no, you need to trust your people… for better or worse, you turned Isaac. You turned Boyd and Erica… and you turned me. I’m with you, Derek, all the way… I just wish you knew that… I just wish that you didn’t just think about your power or any in your pack as an extension of yourself… and if you don’t think like that, maybe it’s time that you proved it…” she stated softly with a small frown, sighing softly, her eyes locked with his and she took a step closer to him “I’m sorry about your family… I never got to say that, before” she stated softly, looking down before sighing “I won’t pretend to know what it felt like, what it still feels like… I just know that maybe you need to-... talk… vent…” she added softly before sighing “I don’t need a ride, but thank you, Derek…”

“You’re giving me whiplash, Alina-”

“Then grow up, all I want is for you to prove that you trust us, that you actually care about us as individuals and not just because you feel some responsibility or guilt. I still trust you, Derek, but I’m also still mad at you about my brother…” she admitted, turning around to leave when Derek’s hand grabbed her elbow, stopping her and she turned around to face him again with a sigh when she felt his lips on hers, her eyes wide but slowly they closed, her lips beginning to move against his and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly in the most delicious way. Until she broke the kiss, turning her head away and down, heart racing as she frowned, eyes still closed from the kiss. “That... was probably not a good idea” she admitted softly, letting go of him and taking a small step back, yet his hands stayed on her hips. She reluctantly looked up at him, finding him still staring at her, face blank yet full of emotion and she sighed “that was a really, really, really good kiss, but-” she was shut up by his lips again and she once again leaned into it, kissing him back before she forced herself away “but it’s probably a bad idea” she finished, moving her hands to his, gently prying them from her hips “why? Why is it such a bad idea?”

“Because, at least right now, I don’t think that we’re… ‘compatible’... I’m not-... sure, about you… I mean I am, but-... you have a tendency of keeping things to yourself and if-... if we were to do this, then I’d expect total honesty, and I don’t feel like you could give me that right now” she admitted with a small frown, hesitating before leaning up, kissing his cheek before leaning back down. She gently pried his hands from her waist, giving them a brief squeeze before turning around and leaving, he could hear her heart still racing in her chest as she walked off.

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She was quiet as she walked into the apartment building, looking around, her eyes fixating on Derek when he saw her and she hesitated before walking in. “What are you doing here?” he asked sharply but before she could respond, Isaac spoke up “I asked her to be here… she’s still a part of the pack” he admitted, looking at Alina who walked over, giving a hesitant nod before looking at Peter “so-... you’re going to attempt some sort of memory remember thing?”

“That’s one way to describe it, yes” he stated with a soft smirk, Alina nodding hesitantly before looking at Isaac “and you’re okay with it? I don’t trust him…”

“No one does” Derek spoke up, Alina looking at him and Peter studied the look between the two, a smirk tugging at his lips yet he didn’t say anything, walking to stand behind Isaac and Alina nodded, stepping back a little, arms crossed over her chest nervously. “How do you know how to do this, again?” she asked nervously, watching Peter with his claws, coming far too close to Isaac’s neck for her liking. “It’s an ancient ritual used mostly by Alphas, since it’s a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them” he stated casually as he examined Isaac’s neck, Alina frowning at him “and you’ve had a lot of practice, right?” she asked, Peter looking at her, giving her a charming smirk “well, I’ve never paralyzed anyone” he admitted and she frowned at him with slight confusion, the way he said it was as though he thought his words made everything seem better when the other option was death. Isaac hesitated before moving to turn and look at Peter “wait, does that mean y-” he was cut off as Peter digged his claws into his neck, holding Isaac and Alina stepped forward out of instinct, Derek grabbing her elbow gently to stop her and she accepted it, watching with worry as the both of them seemed to be in some sort of pain, Isaac’s eyes glowing golden as he struggled against Peter’s grip, Peter’s eyes a bright blue.

Both strained and grunted and when Isaac moved to grip onto Peter, even Derek stepped forward, until Peter spoke up. “Wait, I see them” he reported, Alina already having stopped Derek with a hand on his chest, too engulfed in watching the scene in front of her to notice the way Derek looked at her, her hand staying in place on his chest, not pushing, simply resting there. Finally Peter released Isaac who bent over, reaching for his neck as Peter fell to the side, catching himself on the table, both of them panting and Alina kneeled down in front of Isaac with worry. “Let me see… let me see, Isaac” she whispered softly, leaning up and looking at his neck before kneeling back down again “you’re okay” she whispered.

“What’d you see?” Alina asked with desperation, looking at Peter as she still kneeled in front of Isaac, Peter frowning as though trying to recall what he’d seen caused him to feel some sort of mental anguish. “I-I u-uhm, it-... It was confusing… uhm, images… v-vauge shapes…” he admitted, his hands shaking and she frowned, looking over her shoulder at Derek before looking back at Peter. “Boyd? Erica? Did you see them?” she asked hurriedly, Peter frowning as he looked off to the side “Isaac found them” he admitted and Alina looked back at Isaac with a grin “you found them” she whispered with a comforting joy, as though proud that Isaac was able to achieve that, proud in a way his father never seemed to be able to be with him. “Erica and Boyd, Peter, did you see them?” Derek asked, Peter seemingly in even more mental anguish “I-I barely saw them, I mean-... glimpses…”

“But you did see them” Derek stated, half a question, half a fact. “And worse” Peter admitted, Alina’s smile gone as she looked over her shoulder at Derek before looking back at Peter “what do you mean, ‘worse’?” she asked hesitantly as she stood up, taking a step closer to him “Deucalion” Derek answered, Alina looking over her shoulder at him, eyes widening a little “he has them? The leader of the Alpha pack?” she asked hesitantly before turning back to Peter “what did you see, Peter?”

“He was talking to them, something about… ‘time running out’...” he admitted, Alina turning to look at Isaac and then Derek “what does it mean?” Isaac asked softly as he held his neck, a tear running down his cheek, turning to look at Derek, as did Alina. “He’s going to kill them” Derek admitted, Alina feeling her heart race and she looked back at Isaac, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly “not if I have anything to say about that” she muttered with anger, looking at Peter who began to shake his head “no… no no no h-he didn’t say that…” he stuttered, Alina looking at him with much softer features “he did make them a promise, that by the full moon they’d both be dead” he stated, Alina’s brows furrowing “the next full moon?” she asked with worry, Peter turning to face her “tomorrow night” he stated, Alina taking a heavy breath in order to calm herself down, exhaling just as calmly before looking at Derek “they won’t hurt them, Derek, we can’t let them” she whispered softly, Derek nodding ever so slightly in agreement and Alina looked down at Isaac with worry, moving around him to kneel down in front of him. “Let’s get some ice on that” she spoke softly, Isaac looking at Derek who gave a small nod, Isaac standing up with her, leaving to find some ice to place on the back of his neck, leaving Derek and Peter alone.

Peter studied his nephew before walking closer, a tiny frown on his brows, barely noticeable. “That girl…”

“Alina.”

“Right… she’s-... different, isn’t she?” he asked, Derek frowning at him with slight confusion “what do you mean?”

“You really haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what, Peter?” Derek asked with slight annoyance, Peter scoffing quietly in amusement “I don’t blame you, it’s rare… very rare, in fact only a handful has been recorded to have existed over time” he admitted casually, walking a little closer to an even more confused Derek “how was she on her first full moon?” he asked with narrowed eyes, Derek frowning as he recalled it “she-”

“Displayed remarkable control? A protective instinct? Not as bloodthirsty as everyone else?” he asked, Derek nodding hesitantly and Peter smirked, stepping closer “if Deucalion knew she existed, Derek… he’d forget all about you… the only problem is… werewolves like her, they take a long time to settle into a pack, they’re challengers but not competition, protectors of a sort, it’s why they’re so valuable. Once they’re fully settled into a pack it’d be like ten werewolves joined your pack at once. You’ll be even faster, stronger! You’ll heal faster and better, your pack would all feel a better sense of control… in one recorded case, an Alpha had two of such werewolves and it’s said he became immune to wolfsbane” Peter revealed with a smirk “Derek, Deucalion would trade Boyd and Erica for her” he added, smirking as he walked back “just food for thought” he stated casually before leaving, Derek staring at the floor with a sense of… something… he wasn’t sure what it was, or why he felt it… all he knew is that it was something strong that he felt.

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New Blood - 8

Warnings: Aaaaangst and then a lovely amount of fluff at the end<3

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Alina could feel her blood rushing through her ears, she could even hear it, her breathing heavy as she stormed into the locker room, her eyes landing on him and his landed on her, a frown forming on his brows as he saw her golden eyes, but what shocked him the most was her palm connecting with his cheek, her claws having grown out, scratching his cheek and when he looked at her, his other cheek got the same treatment, Scott and Isaac watching with wide eyes while some other guy was smiling with amusement. “Where the hell were you? AND WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!”

“My uncle-”

“As in the complete and utter psychopath who murdered people INCLUDING your sister?”

“It happens to our kind-”

“ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

“Yes, okay?! It’s him-” his cheek got another slap, this one much harder, actually making him stumble back a little. “My brother has been kidnapped by Gerard, Derek” she stated in an eerily calm voice, stepping closer to Derek who actually kept his gaze away, jaw clenched, as though he was embarrassed, unaware that his uncle watched with great intrigue. “Where were you? Did you even get my text??”

“He got it-”

“Shut up!” Alina snapped, pointing a clawed finger at Peter before looking back at Derek “my brother has been kidnapped by a psychotic asshole fond of cutting people in half with a medieval sword, he will do anything to get you! What if he deems that to be sending bits and pieces of my brother to Scott until we have to drag your ass to him?!”

“You really think I’d let that happen?!”

“Would you?”

“No! Of course not! You’re a part of my pack! I-”

“You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself! God, why didn’t I see that before?! You didn’t want to save my life, I could’ve died for all you cared! You just wanted more power! I should never have taken your offer!”

“You would be dead if you didn’t!!”

“EXACTLY!!” Alina screamed, heart racing as she watched Derek’s expression soften and change, a look of sadness on his face and she scoffed “you never cared about me… about Isaac… about Boyd or Erica! It’s always been about you” she added softly, shaking her head at him with a few tears in her eyes “stay the hell away from me and my family right now… I’m not leaving your pack but if I stay right now I might actually kill you” Alina muttered before turning around on her heels, storming out of the school with tears in her eyes.

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Stiles nervously picked at his nails as he sat next to her, his gaze down as he stayed silent. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Are you mad?” he asked softly, Alina almost laughing, a smile on her lips as she shook her head “no… no, I’m not mad… okay yeah, I’m mad, really mad, but not at you. I’m mad at whoever hurt you, I want to rip out their throat with my claws,” she stated casually with a small shrug, Stiles looking at her, finding her already looking at him “but I’m not mad at you” she finished, studying him before looking down. “I was completely out of my mind when I found out that you were missing” she admitted with a scoff “I uh… might have slapped Derek. Three times… I just-... I came back here, thinking I was going to die surrounded by the ones I loved… in my own bed… not some-... hospital bed like-” she cut herself off, Stiles nodding ever so slightly “like mom” he finished, Alina nodding, looking back at him with tears in her eyes “when Derek gave me a chance to live… I mean-... I could have a chance with you. A chance to see you graduate and get into trouble and then get out of trouble only to get into more trouble again. I could have a chance to help you move out of this house to your own home when you are ready for that. I would be able to be there if you needed me… and when I found out that you were missing?... My heart stopped…” she muttered softly, Stiles’ eyes filled with tears as he looked at her, Alina leaning closer, cupping his face in her hands, being careful with his bruised side.

“And then when dad called and said you were home, my heart started to beat again… you try so hard for everyone, but sometimes not enough for yourself. I know you feel like everything is on your shoulders but you don’t have to carry that all by yourself, Mischief… dad said you said some from the other team beat you up… that’s a lie, isn’t it?” she asked softly, not scolding him for lying, but simply asking, and he hesitantly nodded, making her nod as well “it was Gerard, wasn’t it?” she asked further and Stiles hesitated before nodding again, making her nod as well and she pulled him into a tight hug, tears beginning to run down his cheeks as he hugged her back and she sighed. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Mischief…” she whispered softly, Stiles’ phone buzzing but he ignored it, making her smile a little “Scott is trying to contact you” she muttered, Stiles parting from her, wiping his eyes as he looked down “I know…” he muttered, Alina studying him before nodding to herself. “He texted me too. So did Derek… I’m going to meet up with them, help them, and then I’m going to come back here and stay as long as you’d like me to” Alina stated in a soft yet factly voice, leaning closer, giving the side of his head a kiss before standing up “I’ll be back before you know it, Mischief” she stated softly, Stiles forcing a nod and smile at her before looking away, Alina leaving hesitantly.

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Alina panted as she entered the warehouse, out of breath from running and she looked around, heading towards the voices when someone came flying past her, her brows furrowing as she turned around and ran to that person instead, kneeling down to see that it was Derek, a sigh leaving her, especially when he frowned up at her, as though confused at seeing her. “Alina?”

“Yeah, trust me, I’d rather not be here too.”

“Then what-”

“Is Gerard here?”

“He’s controlling Jackson-”

“I don’t care, Derek. He beat up Stiles just to hurt Scott” she hissed, pulling him up and on his feet before pushing him lightly against the wall, her jaw clenched, eyes that shimmering golden color “are you going to help, or not?” she asked quietly, Derek studying her before frowning a little, a soft expression on his face “you’re a part of my pack, Alina, your family is my family, I won’t let anything else happen to anyone you care about” he stated softly, Alina studying him before sighing lightly “prove it” she muttered before backing up, her claws already out and she ran to Scott and Isaac’s side, roaring at the lizard-like humanoid as it hissed at them. “That’s it? That’s the Kanima?” she asked hesitantly, Isaac and Scott nodding.

“Yup.”

“Yes.”

They both said at the same time, Alina sighing heavily “that’s not fun… very much not fun” she muttered to herself.

As Derek swung at the Kanima it caught his fist, Alina taking the chance to run up behind it, sticking her claws in deep into it’s neck by it’s spine, twisting them in an attempt to do at least some form of damage, it’s tail swiping at her, launching her backwards and against the concrete ground, knocking the air out of her but she quickly recovered, getting up as Scott kicked the Kanima into something, the Kanima in turn kicking him back and Alina quickly crawled up the small structure, jumping down, landing with her claws digging into it’s shoulder and she tore her hands down, tearing open the Kanima’s shoulders before it managed to throw her against a wall, the back of her head smacking against it and she winced, looking up to see a girl cutting up Isaac, a roar leaving her lips at the sight and she ran at the girl, knocking her to the ground, watching her roll away as Isaac fell to the ground, Alina roaring loudly at the girl, Scott calling out for her, asking her to stop, calling her name, ‘Alison’, yet it didn’t appear to have any meaning to the girl, or his pleas themselves didn’t have any meaning.

Alina stood her ground by Isaac until she heard him groan lightly, turning her head to look at him with worry, a split second of her attention being removed from the girl and an arrow stuck out of her leg, making her growl and fall to the ground, another arrow landing in her shoulder, and another in her other leg, crippling her as the last and fourth one landed in her stomach, her eyes wide as she fell to the concrete ground, wincing in pain, feeling as though every breath hurt, leaving her to breathe shallow breaths only, helpless as the girl walked closer. She looked down at Alina before kicking her head, everything turning black immediately after, as though her head hitting the wall wasn’t enough.

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Alina woke up to a darkened room, her eyes opening and she blinked, looking around, finding a figure by her side as she laid on a bed, her shirt rolled up to expose her stomach and she winced a little when he touched her in that area. She lifted her head up despite the pain it caused, looking down at her stomach where a red dot was, like a sore bruise or a burn mark. “You’re awake” he spoke and she looked at him with a frown “my name is Alan Deaton, Scott works for me. I’m a veterinarian, but also a sort of… adviser, to your kind” he said with a faint smirk and Alina let her head fall back against the pillow. “Where am I?”

“Your motel room. You brother was very insistent on not treating you at the animal clinic, or at home” he replied smoothly, Alina closing her eyes before sighing softly “my brother, where-”

“He went out to get a snack, though I believe I heard a thud not too long ago…”

“He probably managed to make the snack machine fall or something” she muttered with a small smirk, opening her eyes to look up at the man “thank you, but I think I’m already healed” she stated softly, Deaton smiling “I wanted to make sure, some of the arrows were-... particularly difficult to get out” he admitted, Alina humming as she shut her eyes, frowning ever so slightly “my whole life is sort of ‘particularly difficult’” she admitted with amusement, opening her eyes again before forcing her aching body to sit up, Deaton smiling at her again “yes, I’ve heard. Breast cancer, lung cancer, now werewolf.”

“Don’t forget the crippling anxiety” she said jokingly, Deaton chuckling briefly “you have a sense of humor, so you didn’t take too hard of a kick to the head.”

“I remember a wall too” Alina mumbled with a wince, Deaton nodding “that too” he stated before getting up, walking over to the closed curtains “it’s evening, would you like me to open the curtains?” he asked and she hesitated before shaking her head “no thanks. And thank you, Deaton” she stated, Deaton nodding with a smile before leaving, Alina looking around the empty motel room with a small sigh. It wasn’t long until the door opened, a smile gracing her lips when Stiles walked in with snacks in his arms, nearly dropping all of them as he made his way to her bed, throwing them on the bed before sitting down on it. “So, I got Reesees, I got Snickers, Mars, I got those horrible coconut things-”

“Stiles” she interrupted, smiling again when he looked at her, all clueless, as usual. “Come here” she whispered, gesturing for him to come closer and he did, hugging her tightly as she sighed “I’m sorry I left…”

“It’s okay, you had to-”

“You’re still my priority… you always will be, Mischief. I need you to understand that. No matter what, you matter the most to me” she whispered, Stiles nodding as he continued to hug her “I know… I love you too.”

“Good… is everyone okay?... is-... is Derek-”

“Derek’s fine” Stiles assured her as he leaned back, Alina nodding with a soft sigh “what about Scott? Isaac?”

“They’re both fine… Jackson is too, actually. He’s going to London or something.”

“London?”

“Yeah, well, he’s sort of not the Kanima anymore, now he’s just-... werewolf Jackson” he stated plainly, Alina chuckling lightly as she shook her head “Jesus Christ, things change fast around here…” she muttered, Stiles scoffing with amusement “you have no idea” he muttered, Alina turning to look at him “then catch me up. On everything. Not just what you’ve told me, but everything before, too. Before I came back, before Scott was bitten” she sat up and got comfortable on the bed, Stiles doing the same with an excited look on his face as he nodded and took one of the snacks, getting ready to tell her everything.

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The Dragon's Daughter - 39

(Warnings: This is pretty angsty but there’s some fluff in the middle and some wholesome fluff at the end)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

Important note: The drawing of the dress is mine, made by me personally. Please, do not copy it, alter it, post it anywhere else. I researched Westerosi traditions for wedding dresses and customs and expectations. I worked on it, I brainstormed it and I took the time to design it and draw it. Please respect that. Thank you.

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“Your Grace, it’s Maester Sam” Falia called and Rhaella frowned at her, sitting in front of her vanity, getting ready for a flight with her brother, Falia having been braiding the Queen’s hair when there’d been a knock at the door. “Maester Sam?” she asked aloud, turning in her seat “let him in” she ordered, Falia doing as told before returning to Rhaella, resuming braiding her hair as Sam approached “Your Grace.”

“Maester Sam. I don’t have an appointment, do I?” she asked with that same frown and he shook his head “n-no, Your Grace. I was-... hoping to maybe… discuss a rather different topic all together” he chose each word carefully. The Queen was kind, forgiving, just and benevolent, but she was still a dragon with the temper of a Targaryen. Her words were still ‘Fire and Blood’. “Is that so? Very well” she stated with a faint nod, Sam nodding in return, shuffling a bit closer to where the Queen sat, clearing his throat “I was hoping to talk to you-... maybe-... about, you know… the wedding” he finally managed to spit out, noting how Rhaella tensed up like a statue, even Falia stopped braiding her hair for a second before quickly finishing it. “All done, Your Grace” she reported, stepping back with her hands folded in front of her neatly. “What about the wedding?” Rhaella asked stiffly as she took off her earrings, Sam sighing lightly “I know you think you have to do this, but if you truly don’t want to-”

“The Realm needs an heir aside from my brother and unless you know of some way for me to get with child without a man touching me then I don’t see what other choice I have” she stated calmly yet there was a firmness to her voice, a hard edge that conveyed how much this troubled her. “What are my choices, Sam? I’m way past the age for marriage. Yes, I am still very young and fertile but the Realm doesn’t see it that way. To them, they see a woman nearing to become an old crone…” she trailed off quietly, looking down before looking back up at Sam “I only want this to be over with as soon as possible… As soon as I’m with child there will be no further need for this kind of conversation” she stated with determination and Sam sighed “but-... it’s your wedding! You’re supposed to love the one you marry-”

“Sam, you are kind and compassionate and considerate, you always have been and I am thankful that you have been a loyal and faithful servant not only to the Realm, but to me as well, and a friend… but with all that in mind, and with all due respect, you’re a man…” she reminded him softly with a frown “I am to be debased, humiliated and sold off for this Realm. I will live under the constant threat of being overthrown by my husband-to-be. Him and I may agree on who will be wearing the crown, but that can change. It can be one week after our marriage or one year or more, but it could easily change. I am to be used as a whore until the Realm sees fit to leave me alone to rule them in peace when I’m old and no longer fertile, and by then, they’ll have looked to my children, to my son, even if I have a daughter first. It may be easy to think that marriage should be about love when you’re a man but women have to forsake those girlhood dreams of a marriage filled with love and happiness the day they flower” she finished her rant, a few tears in her eyes that she managed to blink away while keeping a calm and stoic facade “I may have a rather… pessimistic look on marriage, but I’m not pessimistic. I’m a realist stuck in a pessimistic situation” she added with a heavy sigh “my happiness does not matter, what I prefer does not count, what I want is irrelevant… if the Realm wants a big wedding, they will have it, if they want a small wedding, they shall have it… my opinion has no place on the matter” she stated more firmly as she got up and left, Falia sighing lightly, glancing at Sam, hesitating before approaching once she was sure that Rhaella wouldn’t hear her “she likes Prince Durran, it’s not that she doesn’t!... but she’s right… you can’t understand the fear she faces, the horror that a marriage represents to her. If she marries, she’ll never ever be safe again, not even surrounded by her garde… but if she doesn’t marry, then the Realm might not see her as of any use and demand her brother take her place, since he is the male heir of the Queen Mother” Falia explained sincerely “imagine not even feeling safe with Gilly and baby Sam… that’s what she’s afraid of” she summarized, the Maester frowning with great sadness. Gilly and baby Sam wasn’t a secret, and the Queen, both Daenerys and Rhaella, had defended them fiercely as though they were of their own blood. Any demand for Sam to be removed as a Maester, or for Gilly and baby Sam to be sent away from Sam, was met with stern refusal. Sam was allowed to live however he wanted with Gilly and Sam and that was the end of it. Sam had much to be grateful for, he knew that, he knew he owed the former and current Queen his life ten times over probably, they had changed and bended the rules just for his sake, naming Gilly as a Lady and baby Sam as a lord, given them a place at court or generous housing if they so desired, they had allowed Sam to be with Gilly however he wanted, forgiven him for stealing books from the Citadel, pardoned him for breaking his oath to the Night’s Watch and leaving his duties and training to become the Night’s Watch Maester behind, they called him friend, accepted him, respected him, treated baby Sam as though he was a trueborn and given him the name of Tarly, Sam’s heir. He wanted to help his Queen, he wanted to help his friend… but how do you help someone who is so utterly convinced that they’re beyond help and hope?

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Her heeled steps echoed in the darkness as she continued past the cells, Brienne and Ezzo close behind her as she walked with the torch held out in front of her until she reached the cell she wanted to find. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at Brienne and Ezzo, lifting her hand briefly to signal them to stay put before approaching the dark cell, placing the torch on the cold, damp stone floor, kneeling down to be level with the darkened figure past the bars. “Lady Cersei” Rhaella called, her tone soft yet there was a commanding tone to her voice, one that made the darkened figure turn to face the bright torchlight, narrowing her eyes a little at the light compared to the darkness she was covered in. “Oh… it’s you” Cersei muttered with spite and Rhaella sighed “you know, there’s a reason why you’re still in there” Rhaella reminded Cersei harshly “why you’re down here, why you’re not raising your son-” Cersei lunged for the iron bars, gripping them with fury “do not talk about my so-”

“I will talk about whoever I chose because like it or not, YOU are NOT Queen anymore” Rhaella reminded her harshly “is that why you’re here? To remind me?” Cersei asked with disgust and Rhaella intentionally waited before answering “I’m here to ask you something” she admitted, Cersei scoffing with spiteful amusement “that so?” she asked scornfully and Rhaella sighed lightly “you’re a spiteful creature, Cersei. A hateful, spiteful thing… but I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to ask you something…” she began hesitantly “I am to be married. It’s a good match, some might even call it a perfect match… he is very handsome, kind, has many siblings so there’s no question of his family’s virility” Rhaella stated in a matter of factly voice, as though listing the attributes of a fine breeding stallion. “He appears to be accepting of his upcoming station and rank” Rhaella added, Cersei scoffing, looking into the darkness of her cell instead towards the torchlight and the young Targaryen Queen. “Have you come to ask me something, or just to babble about your ‘fine specimen’?” Cersei asked with spite and Rhaella narrowed her eyes at her before nodding to herself “Durran is the Prince of Dorne, firstborn, but marrying me… he will be King Consort to the Queen, not first in line in a great house… I’ve come to ask you-... were there ever a time that you were happy? Where-... marriage didn’t seem so bad?” Rhaella asked with a frown, expecting a rough answer, a rude, crude, spiteful remark, but instead she got a hesitant silence. “When I had my first boy…” Cersei admitted so quietly that Rhaella barely heard her, her heart starting to race a little at the change in the woman behind the bars “a black haired little beauty… he was perfect…” Cersei remembered quietly, Rhaella staying silent as she listened, “he fell ill not long after his birth, but-... that was the only happy thing in my life, he was perfect, he was mine…” Cersei remembered in an almost fragile voice and Rhaella frowned, hesitating before kneeling back down.

“Your children… they made you happy?”

“If there is to be any happiness in your life… it will be your children. Love no one but your children” Cersei advised, her spiteful and vengeful tone having returned but Rhaella wasn’t put off by it. She picked up the torch and nodded “thank you, Lady Cersei” she said softly before leaving the Black Cells, Brienne and Ezzo once again trailing after her after she passed them by.

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“Your Grace?”

Rhaella spun around at the sound of his voice, her heart racing a little as she looked at the Keepers, giving them a nod and they went into the newly built Dragonpit, Rhaella approaching Durran who’d been the one to call out and he bowed his head. “I was thinking if you had any… preferences for the wedding?” she asked hesitantly, hands folded neatly in front of her and he noted how hard she gripped her own hands. “Such as?”

“Details to add, food to be served” she elaborated briefly, Durran opening his mouth when he halted, seeing Raemor being brought out of the Dragonpit, being led towards them and Rhaella seemed to almost… ease up… obviously the massive fire-breathing creature calmed her more than anything else could. “Are you going for a flight, Your Grace?” Durran asked, swallowing to wet his dry throat as the dragon continued towards them before stopping right behind them, the Keepers stepping back to give the massive creature space, all of them knowing from past experiences that he hated being crowded. “No, we are” she informed casually and it almost seemed like the Prince’s warm skin tone turned pale and cold as his eyes widened a little “I-I’m sorry, Your Grace?”

“I wasn’t informed that you had trouble with your hearing” she stated casually, Durran clearing his throat, nodding as he looked at the massive beast as it seemed to almost… glare at him. “I don’t, Your Grace, b-but-... I’m not wearing the right clothes-” he stopped when he saw her raise an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to continue but instead he sighed “would it make you happy, Your Grace?” he asked hesitantly and Rhaella seemed a little caught off guard, her eyes a tiny bit wider and she looked back at the dragon waiting for them “yes” she finally decided, looking back at Durran as he took in the dragon before nodding, clearing his throat “right, then” he muttered, slowly approaching the dragon, Rhaella joining him to make sure Rhaemor wouldn’t outright just eat him. She reached her hand up and the ever-growing beast leaned it’s head down, the warm scales of it’s snout pressing against her palm and she smiled slightly. “Sȳz, lēkia, sȳz” she whispered to the dragon, it’s massive, golden, predatory eyes closing almost in bliss, purring lightly and Durran was completely wrapped up in what he was seeing. He’d seen their bond before, of course, but every time it was just as enchanting, how in tune they both were, how strong their bond was, their link to each other. “What does that mean?” Durran asked and Rhaella turned to look at him “it’s-... High Valyrian… sȳz means ‘good’, lēkia means ‘brother’” she admitted softly, looking back at the dragon. “High Valyrian. Sounds-... difficult to master” Durran stated with a smile and a hint of nerves, Rhaella merely tilting her head at the dragon in front of her “I wouldn’t know. My mother told me that my first words were in High Valyrian… that I only learnt to speak the common tongue when I was older, even though my mother didn’t speak High Valyrian to me. She said it was like I couldn’t speak any other language until I was older, but I could still understand her in the common tongue” Rhaella admitted calmly, tilting her head at her dragon before looking at him “come” she ordered softly, dropping her hand from the dragon’s snout to walk around it, Durran hesitantly following, eyeing the massive beast with worry.

“So… h-how…?”

“Climb up” she stated casually, beginning the climb herself until she was at the top and in the saddle, Durran clearing his throat, nodding to himself before approaching, hesitantly beginning the climb, following what he’d seen her do and when he was almost at the top, he looked up, seeing Rhaella extending her hand to him and he gladly took it, allowing her to pull him up behind her in the saddle. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked almost teasingly and Durran let out a breathy and nervous laughter as he held onto her sides “the day is still young, Your Grace” he replied nervously and she chuckled “hold on” she ordered and as though they were in sync, Raemor began his flight. The massive dragon moved over the ground to get enough momentum to take flight, letting out a roar as he aimed for the clouds, Durran holding on tightly and Rhaella found it utterly amusing how terrified he seemed, clinging to her, holding on tight to ensure that he didn’t fall off at any point. This continued the entire ride until she landed, the ground shaking with the weight of him, a loud roar leaving his mouth, as though to announce to the world that he and his rider had landed, warning enemies and rallying allies.

Rhaella patted his side with a smirk as he turned his massive head to look at her and Durran, Rhaella smiling at him, whispering in High Valyrian before looking at Durran “ready to get down-?”

“Yes” he blurted out, Rhaella laughing briefly, a genuine laugh, before nodding, crawling down first so he could see the path to take and where to grip, following down and onto steady ground. “Sōvēs” she said softly, Raemor roaring as he shook his head and Rhaella stepped back, Durran doing the same and he flinched when Raemor spread his massive wings before taking flight, Durran watching almost in awe. “Sōvēs means ‘fly’” she stated, turning to Durran “if you truly wish to learn my mother tongue, I will ask Grand Maester Ricardo to teach you. I believe Maester Sam is currently learning it as well to take over for the Grand Maester when he is no longer able to fulfill his duties. I’ll talk to the Grand Maester, go to him if it’s something you want” she replied cordially before turning around, walking over to her horse that was waiting for her, the lean red stallion that seemed unconcerned about the massive dragon flying about. “W-Wait, isn’t he going into the pit again?” Durran called, gesturing to the dragon roaming the skies and Rhaella scoffed as she saddled up “he told me he wants time to fly free, visit the sea by Dragonstone. He’ll come back when he’s done with the sea.”

“The sea?” Durran asked and Rhaella visibly tensed, hesitating before looking over her shoulder at him “the sea by Dragonstone, it’s where my brother.. OUR brother… died” she admitted quietly before riding off towards the Red Keep.

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Rhaella was quiet as her gown was fitted, her gaze vacant as she stood on the small podium, the tailor and his assistant working tirelessly on the dress she would wear on that oh-so-important day. There was a knock on the door but Rhaella didn’t even flinch or blink, she just continued to stare out the nearby window at the setting sun. “It’s Lord Jon, Your Grace” Falia announced and Rhaella barely made a sound, Falia studying her beloved Queen closely. She’d gotten so good at reading the Targaryen queen, the way she carried herself, every tiny micro expression in her face, the glints in her eyes. She knew when she had her good days and her bad days, and this was one of the bad days… Falia thought it over before stepping aside, letting Jon inside before stepping back, hands folded neatly in front of her, watching as Jon approached Rhaella and the tailor and his assistant, taking in the design for the dress, frowning a little but he forced it away when she turned to look at him. She looked… unfamiliar was almost the word. The dress was ivory white with what looked like some sort of stiff corset or bodice underneath. The dress had long and fitted sleeves with tight cuffs covering half of her hands, a line stitched around the edge with a dornish rusty red color, the neckline was high and straight, covering parts of her collarbones too. On her chest was the Martell sigil embroidered and marked, as though that’s who she was meant to be. Her hips were framed by sharp cuffs on a belt meant to accentuate her hips to make them look bigger. The skirt was heavy with thick fabrics and looked like they weighed a ton. Behind her back were layered panels of thick silks, the same white but with the dornish rusty red mixed in with it, creating a fait trail that mixed in with the white. On a table there was a veil, thick and layered and he wondered if she’d even be able to see through it. A golden tiara laid out with three rubies in it, probably meant to hold the veil in place. Her hair was twisted up in a southern style, so unlike her in so many ways. She looked like a stranger in that dress. And even worse? She looked miserable.

“Kepa” she greeted, forcing a smile as Jon approached, hands behind his back as she stepped down from the podium “I-... have something I’d like to ask you” she began, waving her hand gently, signalling to the tailor that she wanted a moment alone with her step-father, the tailor leaving with his assistant. Once they were gone, Falia bowed to her beloved queen before leaving the room as well to give them peace. Rhaella moved to sit down with Jon and he couldn’t help but notice her stiff movements, even as she sat down. She’d never slouched, but her entire posture was rigid, like she was clad in skin-tight iron armor. “I was wondering, hoping, that perhaps you’d…” she trailed off, smoothing down the thick fabrics of her gown uncomfortably “for many years now, you have been like a father to me. You may not be my birth father, but I consider you my father… You’ve always been kind to me, treated me like your own, even after you had a trueborn of your own” Rhaella began, avoiding his gaze almost sheepishly “I’m the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Lady protector of the Realm… but on my wedding day, I won’t be… what I’m asking-” she hesitated, daring to look up at him “will you give me away?” she asked quietly, as though expecting rejection but Jon took her hand, squeezing it as he smiled at her “it’d be my honour, and pleasure” he told her and she smiled, tears forming in her eyes as she looked down, squeezing his hand in return until he spoke up again. “On one condition,” his words made her halt, her smile faltering and fading with every passing second, worry filling her despite his gentle and loving gaze “your dress” he continued, shaking his head “it’s not you, is it?”

“It’s-... I was told it’s the newest fashion in Westeros-”

“But you weren’t born in Westeros, were you? You were born in Essos. You’re the blood of Old Valyria, your father is Khal Drogo, you grew up in Mereen and you’ve fought real battles, real enemies…” he reminded her and she hesitated “but… the Realm-”

“Are not the ones getting married” Jon finished, lifting his free hand to cup her cheek “you’re not every other noblewoman. You’re the Queen. So, be the Queen, even on your wedding day” he reminded her and she blinked away a few tears, nodding hesitantly “I-I don’t-... know what-... to wear…”

“We’ll figure it out, if you’ll let us” Jon stated softly, waiting patiently as Rhaella thought it over before nodding with tears in her eyes and he was reminded of the little girl that he met at Dragonstone, soft and innocent. He knew the weight duty brought, he knew the way it sapped at strength and patience alike. She was handling the duty, the title, the Realm, better than anyone could have anticipated, but he’d be damned if he let that weight settle over her wedding day.

“I’ll fetch your mother, call in the tailor and Falia, and we’ll work it out” he suggested softly and she nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek that he quickly and gently swiped away, kissing her forehead before leaving, Rhaella feeling her heavy heart lifting a little, like a dune feather in the wind.

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New Blood - 7

“What about this one?”

“No…” Alina sighed at Derek’s response, dropping the book in the pile with the others when she lifted her head, a warm feeling spreading through her at the familiar scents. THEIR familiar scents. And Derek seemed to notice as well. “You decided” he stated casually, turning around, his eyes finding Alina briefly before looking at Boyd and Erica, the two glancing at Alina as well and she offered them a soft smile, wordlessly encouraging them to respond and tell him how things were, truly were, for them and their decision. “When?” she asked softly, Erica glancing at her nervously before looking back at Derek “tonight” Erica admitted hesitantly, glancing at Alina again before looking down “everyone’s gonna be at the game… we figured it was the best time” Boyd added, Alina glancing at Derek before walking over with a small sigh, smiling at them “that sounds like a good idea” she stated, Erica looking up at her hesitantly “it’s not like we want to” Erica spoke softly and Alina nodded “we know-”

“What DO you want?” Derek asked sternly as he approached, Alina glaring lightly at him over her shoulder before looking back at Erica “since I just turned 16 a week ago I wouldn’t mind getting my license… I can’t do that if I’m dead, you know…” she reasoned in a hesitant voice. “Well, I told you there was a price” Derek stated harshly and once again, Alina glared at him. Again. “You didn’t say it would be like this-”

“Yeah but I told you how to survive! You do it as a pack! And you’re not a pack, without an Alpha-”

“Derek!” Alina snapped, all eyes on her as she turned and walked up closer to him “they’re children and they’re scared. If you wanted someone to act like you, you should’ve turned more people our age, being like us could be a death sentence for them, pack or not” Alina reminded him sharply, Derek’s expression hardening as he looked at her “then what are you still doing here?”

“I’m not afraid to die, Derek, I’ve had cancer for six years, I’ve lived already even though we’re both only 23, but Erica is just 16 and so is Boyd. They’re kids and they’re scared and they haven’t even finished high school!” Alina snapped with anger, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of emotion “you need to understand that” she added in a much softer tone before turning to look at Boyd and Erica, taking a few steps towards them “both of you need to understand this; this choice, it’s dangerous. Derek is right in that we’re stronger as a pack, that means the two of you as well… but if you’re really going to leave… then at least promise me to take care of each other?... Alpha or not, you stick together, do you understand? You stick together like glue, you help one another, you trust only each other until someone has PROVED that they deserve your trust, and not just out of one good deed or two. Without a pack, you’re both vulnerable, more so than you think, you need to understand that, the dangers of this.”

“We know” Boyd stated softly, Derek scoffing briefly “you wanna look for another pack?” he asked, Erica looking away almost in shame, as though she was on the verge of tears “how are you even going to find one?” Derek asked sharply, Alina sighing softly as she studied them, silently letting them know that she wanted an answer to that too. Erica and Boyd exchanged brief glances before Boyd sighed softly “we think we already did” he admitted, Alina looking over her shoulder at Derek, frowning, walking closer to him “is there a way you would know of another pack? Any scents? Any clues at all?” she asked quietly, Derek continuing to stare at Boyd and Erica before looking at her, subtly letting out a sigh “it depends…”

“On?”

“If they wanted us to know they’re here” he whispered and Alina sighed, hanging her head briefly before turning to look at Erica and Boyd, walking over. She pulled Erica into a tight hug, resting her cheek against the top of her head “take care of one another… don’t stick with this pack just because they’re the first you come across, join them, survive, but always rely on your instincts” Alina advised before hugging Boyd just as tightly “take care of her… and yourself” she whispered so only Boyd could hear it, the big guy nodding as he hugged her back “I will…”

“Good…” she muttered, wiping away her tears as she parted from them before turning to look at Derek “I have to be at the game tonight, Stiles might be playing… I didn’t accept this just to be kept away, I didn’t accept life so I could miss out on his, I already came up with an excuse for my dad when he asks” she stated softly, Derek giving a hesitant nod after a while and she nodded, leaving the burnt home to make her way back to the abandoned train cart, a location she actually quite enjoyed all things considered, she had a game to attend to that night.

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Alina hesitantly walked towards the stands, taking in just how long it had actually been since she had been there, her eyes roaming the entire place as she came up beside the players, grinning when she saw that head she could recognize anywhere. She was silent as she crept up on him as he sat on the bench at the side, fiddling with his lacrosse stick until Alina poked his shoulder, making him jump half a mile into the air, falling off of the bench as he spun around, ready to crawl away when he saw a grinning Alina, trying to hold back her laugh. “I’m sorry! I really am, I couldn’t help myself, you were so clueless and I just couldn’t help it” she admitted as Stiles flew up, throwing himself at her after dropping his lacrosse stick and she laughed and giggled as he hugged her tightly “what are you doing here?!”

“I’m here to see you play!”

“But-... I don’t-... play…” he admitted and she parted from him with a deep frown “what do you mean you ‘don’t play’?”

“I mean; I don’t play-”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not very good…”

“That’s bullshit! Has the coach ever given you a chance?”

“Yeah” he trailed off as she kept looking at him, sighing heavily “okay, not really, but I try out! And I-... I’m not-”

“Alina??” they both spun around and Alina grinned as their dad swept her up into a tight hug “what are you doing here?! I thought you were in Chicago?” he asked casually as he placed her back on the ground, Alina looking at Stiles with slight panic before recovering quickly, smiling “I heard of the game tonight, I knew I couldn’t miss it so I booked a room at a motel nearby when the doctors gave me the all-clear!” she said with a big smile, her dad grinning at her, pulling her into another hug before gesturing to the stands, Alina nodding, letting him go first as she turned to Stiles “if you get out there tonight, give them hell” she whispered and winked at him before moving up the stands to sit next to their dad, smiling at Stiles before turning to her dad as he spoke. “So, how’s Chicago?”

“C-Chicago??... Oh, you know, it’s-... you know, Chicago” she stated nervously but luckily Noah was too high on cloud nine to notice “what about… y-you know… the uh…”

“The treatment?”

“Yeah…”

“They’re actually doing really well” it wasn’t a complete lie, she told herself. “There are some uh… side-effects… but I’m feeling much better… there’s other people there and it’s-” she stopped as she saw Scott, and that he had seen her, a smirk forming on her lips “it’s very much a pack-mentality” she stated, knowing he could hear her, watching him smirk with amusement, trying to muffle a laugh, disguising it as a brief cough and she looked back at her dad “good! I’m so happy to hear that! D-Do you know… you know-... does this… ‘program’ have a schedule?” Noah asked awkwardly, Alina smiling with amusement before looking down “it’s very optimistic for me, dad… it’s meant to be a relatively short program despite how aggressive it is, only a month or two, maybe three months tops for me.”

“Because you got leeway to come here?” he asked casually, Alina blinking before nodding “y-yeah, because of that” she muttered. God, she hated this. She hated lying, especially to her dad of all people… she was just thankful that she didn’t have to lie to Stiles too, that would have broken her, lying to the two most important people in her life.

As Scott’s mom appeared, the topic moved to her, Noah talking with her while Alina took in the atmosphere, listening to the different sounds, especially when she heard a voice she knew better than herself, a smile on her lips as she listened to Stiles, until she heard what he was saying, her smile faltering as she turned her head to look in his direction, considering getting up and going over there until the coach appeared. She tried to force herself to ignore their voices, but she was glad that it didn’t work when she heard the news. Stiles was playing. A giant grin formed on her lips and she nudged her dad to get his attention “Stiles is playing!”

“What?”

“Stiles! He’s playing” Alina said with a beaming smile, standing up, clapping with a giant grin “oh no” Noah muttered and she stopped grinning, looking down at him, sitting back down “what? Why ‘oh no’??”

“Why is Stiles on the field?” Noah asked with a small wince, Alina frowning “because he’s on the team?” she offered and it was as though a lightbulb lit up over his head “he’s on the team” he muttered, Alina frowning even more but it turned into joy when he stood up “my son is on the field!!” he shouted loudly, Alina chuckling before nudging him, making him sit back down and she leaned her head on his shoulder briefly, Noah leaning his head against hers, taking her hand in his and Melissa smiled softly at the sight. Noah had told her about the cancer, of course, so to see her with a healthy flush to her cheeks made her heart warm, her eyes moving to Scott and she sighed softly, a frown on her brows as she tried to digest it all, werewolves, Gerard, that creepy lizard thingy…

Alina’s joy vanished as she heard a voice calling out to Scott, a calm one, spoken under a breath and she looked around, lifting her head from her dad’s shoulder, letting go of his hand, forcing a casual smile at him when he looked at her. Her eyes scanned the crowds, eventually finding the principal fiddling with something silver, her eyes finding Scott as he spoke, threatening, and Scott turned his head, frowning when he saw that Alina looked at him, subtly shaking his head. “Scott…” Alina whispered under her breath, Scott shaking his head again before looking in front of himself, back down at the ground.

‘Don’t do anything. He doesn’t know about you, or that you’re with Derek in his pack. Don’t do anything, please.’

She frowned at Scott’s words, Scott subtly turning his head to see if she’d heard him, a pleading look on her face and he shook his head again, making her sigh softly but ultimately nod her head, Scott letting out a light breath of relief. She hated this, being forced to sit through it, listening to someone threaten the boy that was practically her other brother, her fists clenched, breath getting heavier and she subtly got out her phone, forcing a smile at her dad as Lydia arrived, standing up “sorry, I have to text one of my doctors, I forgot to update her on how I’m doing” Alina muttered smoothly before moving away from the stands, looking around cautiously before looking back down at her phone.

‘Gerard is at the game with Jackson, he’s threatening Scott, he wants him to bring you to him. He’s going to have Jackson massacre everyone, Derek. I know that Erica and Boyd leaving hurt, I feel it too, but if you won’t do it for Scott, then do it for me, I’m still part of your pack, Derek… Garard is threatening to kill everyone, my dad and brother included, as well as Scott’s mom. At the very least, they’re innocent. Please. I’m not going to howl for help or anything, but I need you, Alpha or not, I need you right now.’

And she sent the text, taking a shaky breath before walking back to the stands, sitting back down next to her dad “everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s just this status update when someone is ‘off the course’ as they call it, since the treatment is only there you sort of have to go without it when you leave, no matter for what, so it’s just important to keep them updated since it’s still experimental” she whispered, her dad nodding before leaning in closer “why are we whispering?” he asked and she hesitated before sighing “because I don’t want everyone to know I’m undergoing experimental treatments for cancer in Chicago?” she whispered back and he hesitated before nodding “fair enough” he muttered and straightened back up, Alina letting out a heavy breath, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again. God, she really did hate lying.

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New Blood - 6

Warnings: Some slightly angsty fluff, then some fluff, a bit angst during the full moon and then a hint of fluff at the end.

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Alina woke up with a brief gasp and a groan, her throat raw and sore and when she opened her eyes, she frowned at who she saw, her brows scrunching together tightly as she raised her head to look around, finding herself in one of the seats in the abandoned train cart, a blanket over her and a searing pain in her right wrist that made her wince. She lifted her hand out from under the blanket, frowning at the bandaged sight, her fingers trailing over the bandage before she looked at the person in front of her, now in focus compared to the blurry sight before. “Boyd?...”

“Hey, Alina” he stated softly, smiling and she smiled back, pushing herself to sit up straighter in her seat, wincing at her sore body. “What happened?...”

“Derek and Scott found you, you weren’t-... Alina, your heart wasn’t beating when they found you… but they managed to get your heart beating again, you passed out afterwards…” he muttered, moving to sit in the seat in the row right across the row she sat in, Alina turning to face him as she sighed softly “I remember coughing…” she muttered, Boyd studying her before frowning “why didn’t you say anything?”

“About…?”

“About all of it. The cancer. That it spread-”

“Jesus, Boyd” she sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head briefly before looking back up at him “how the hell was I supposed to just-... lay that on you? ‘Hi, Boyd. Good to see you again after so many years. You doing okay? Good. By the way I have breast cancer and I came back to Beacon Hills to die surrounded by my family instead of in a hospital with strangers.’? You’re just a kid, you should focus on the real priorities in your life. Of course I had no idea that meant being a werewolf” she muttered the last part, Boyd smirking ever so slightly in amusement. “I guess you’re right… I just wish I knew, it would’ve explained the smell…”

“Smell?”

“Yeah, you kinda, uh… smell” he admitted sheepishly, Alina frowning, about to tilt her head down to her shirt to try and see if she really did smell when a voice made her attention shift, as well as her head turn to the side. “You can’t smell it. Not yet, anyway” Derek said softly, walking closer and Boyd got up, Derek sitting down where Boyd had been as Boyd walked off after saying goodbye to Alina, leaving Alina and Derek in the train cart all alone. “So… what do I smell like?”

“Not good” he admitted with a smirk, making Alina chuckle lightly “ouch… so is it like a hypersensitive wolf thingie?”

“Pretty much. You smell… wrong… I was confused at first but then I found out about the cancer…” he trailed off, Alina humming “so, I smell like death?” she asked, Derek shrugging as his only answer, making her chuckle again, a grin on her lips as her fingers traced over the bandages on her wrist, her eyes locked on it. “I guess this is where I got ‘the Bite’” she stated with a smirk of amusement, Derek nodding and she sighed “you really need to find a new name for it” she stated teasingly, Derek scoffing with amusement “I’ll put it on my to-do list.”

“Next to saving Jackson, hopefully” she stated casually but Derek tensed and she noticed immediately, a frown forming on her brows as her brain ticked away like a bomb, trying to figure out why he was suddenly so tense “what?”

“Jackson… he can’t be saved, Alina…” he started slowly, Alina frowning at him with confusion “but-... you won’t-... you don’t mean that you’ll-... you can’t do that either, Derek, he’s still just a kid, you can’t seriously consider-”

“He can’t be killed either” Derek stated and he wasn’t sure if Alina was relieved or not, she just nodded a few times before looking off to the side with a frown. “So… what now? You can’t save him, you can’t kill him… is he even aware of what’s going on?”

“We’re not sure, someone’s controlling him, but we don’t know who… Alina, I was the one to bite him, this is my fault…” he muttered, Alina frowning at him before sighing, reaching her hand out, gently taking his hand into her own, making him look at her “fault or not, you’re doing what you can to rectify it, to right a wrong…” she trailed off, smiling softly at him “it’s admirable… you’re at a crossroads that both lead to dead ends, but you keep looking” she added, giving his hand a comforting squeeze “you’ll figure something out, and I’ll help, if I can, and I know Scott won’t rest until this is done with and Stiles is practically stuck to him like glue, so you can take advantage of his hyper-active brain” she added the last bit jokingly, Derek scoffing briefly with a smirk, studying her before nodding. As a small silence fell over the two, her hand still holding his, he frowned, leaning in a little closer and Alina’s heart sped up, her mouth going dry. She didn’t dare say a single thing, make the tiniest sound or move the smallest bit, her hand still holding his and she prayed he hadn’t noticed how sweaty her palms had gotten with how close he was. And then he took a subtle breath, brows furrowing more and he looked at her, her brain short circuiting and she opened and closed her mouth a few times before finding her voice.

“W-What is it?...” she asked in a whisper, Derek beginning to smirk a little, and she felt her cheeks burn with heat. “You don’t smell” he whispered in return and it took her a second to register what he was talking about, a frown forming until her eyes widened and she quickly let go of his hand, leaning back and away as she awkwardly cleared her throat “oh! Well-... that’s good, right? Does it mean that it’s working?” Derek had a look of confusion on his face as he looked at her, as though confused as to why she’d leaned away but he quickly recovered, nodding, and she nodded with a grin “fantastic! So-... what now?”

“It’s a full moon tonight… I’ll lock up Boyd, Isaac and Erica, and now you. I’ll be here to control you, get you through it, train you to control it better” Derek stated softly and Alina nodded, sighing softly “okay, sounds-... new, but it beats breast and lung cancer” she muttered the last part before sighing “what time is it?”

“It’s close, Boyd was here early, Isaac and Erica should be here soon” Derek informed, standing up and Alina nodded “get some rest, you’ll feel stronger than you have in years now that the cancer is gone, you’ll need something to hold onto, a mantra, if you will, something to keep you in control” Derek advised and Alina nodded, standing up, a little wobbly on her feet but Derek supported her until she found her footing, Alina giving him a soft smile “I’ll call Stiles… I need to see him…”

“Alina-”

“It’s okay, really, I’ll come back, I promise. I just need to see his face before all of this starts…” she muttered, Derek finally nodding, standing back and letting her walk out of the train cart, a smile on her lips as she looked at Boyd before looking down at her phone, dialing Stiles’ number as she jogged up the stairs and outside of the building. “Hey, Stiles- No, no I’m fine- I’m fine, I promise-.... I’m okay, I promise, but can you come here?... I just-... I don’t know, I’ll be locked up during the full moon, which still sounds super weird, but I guess I just need to see you before that?” she asked hesitantly, hearing the sound of something falling before hurried footsteps, a smirk on her lips as she frowned “did you just fall?.... Stiles, it’s still ‘falling’ even if you don’t hit the ground… yeah, it is- okay fine, you ‘stumbled’, better?... okay, just drive safe, you geek” she ended the call and sighed heavily, closing her eyes, tilting her head to the sky. She hadn’t felt this steady on her legs in years, nor this pain-free. There had always been an ache in her body after she was diagnosed, a constant feeling of pain and nausea, so much so that she’d forgotten what it felt like to be rid of those feelings, she’d gotten so used to them that she never took note of them. Until now.

She opened her eyes when she heard the sound of a car coming closer, looking ahead at the headlights and a grin formed on her lips when she saw the familiar figure get out of the jeep, barely steady on his feet when she threw herself at him, hugging him tighter than she had in years. Stiles eagerly hugged her back, surprised by the strength in her hug. Ever since she got back, it was like her hugs were gentle even when she hugged him tightly, but this, this was familiar, the familiar crushing yet safe sensation of being hugged by his sister. “I was so worried! Scott said that when he and Derek found you you weren’t breathing and you weren’t alive and then Derek bit you and then they got you back-”

“Stiles, I’m fine.”

“Okay, so, you don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’m going to a party-”

“Stiles-”

“A kid friendly one! I promise! And Scott’s gonna be there and-”

“Stiles. I’m not worried” she admitted with amusement, smiling softly at him “you’ve grown up a lot since I last saw you… I’m proud of you, you know… for all of this. It’s not easy to wrap your head around as an adult, let alone a teenager. I’m proud of you in so many ways, Stiles… and I’m not worried. You’re clumsy, hyperactive and an idiot, but you’re also one of the smartest people I know, Stiles, you’ve figured all of this out from the bottom with just that little noggin of yours,” she stated as she poked his forehead lightly, smirking “I’m not worried about you, only those who stand in your way” she added, Stiles nodding, subtly wiping away a few tears and she chuckled, pulling him into a tight hug. “Go on, go, I’ll be fine, Derek said he got something that could work better on me than the others” she admitted, parting from Stiles and he nodded, about to turn around when he dug through his pocket “a-actually, here… w-when Scott turned for the first time, the thing that really kept him sort of in control was mostly Allison and uh, I don’t know, I just thought-... you know” he muttered, handing her an old picture, the corners were faded a little and bent but it was still kept in a good condition. Alina smiled brightly as she looked down at the picture, her fingers gently running over her mom’s face, the face she hadn’t seen in such a long time. “Mom…” she muttered, Stiles nodding “thought you could use it to sort of ground yourself” he admitted and she smiled up at him, hugging him tightly before wiping away her tears “thank you…”

“Alina!” Derek called out, Alina and Stiles turning to look at him and he nodded towards the abandoned building and Alina sighed. “Wish me luck… and please, please be safe, no matter what you’re doing” she whispered, hugging Stiles again before jogging up to Derek, walking back inside with him as Stiles watched. “Always…” he muttered, hesitating before turning around and getting into his jeep. He had to tell Scott about the swim team.

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Alina winced as the restraints were fastened quite tightly, Derek immediately stopping, looking up at her with a small frown “too tight?” he asked and she scoffed with amusement “I went through twelve rounds of chemo, fix them tighter” she advised, Derek trying to hold back a smirk as he nodded, doing as told, fitting them so tightly around her wrists that they barely allowed circulation. He placed the head piece on her head, nodding Boyd over and once he held her, he began to screw in the screws, Alina at first keeping a calm face, her breathing getting heavier, face beginning to twist into one of pain, her brows furrowing as she kept silent except for her heavy breaths getting heavier and heavier. Derek was almost impressed by how well she took the pain, until he could feel the screw pierce the her forehead as he screwed it, her eyes shutting tightly in pain as she let out a scream, sobbing, kicking her legs a little, fists clenched as Boyd continued to hold her as still as possible, tears running down Alina’s face and just as Derek stopped, she opened her eyes “keep going” she muttered through clenched teeth, Derek glancing at Boyd hesitantly before continuing to screw a little more, Alina screaming in pain as Derek fastened the screws before beginning to chain up her legs and ankles, Boyd soothingly rubbing her arms now that the worst of the restraints was over, Alina panting heavily, eyes still shut as she leaned her head back a little, wincing.

“I’m sorry-”

“I’d rather it be this than hurting someone” she muttered in a tired voice, opening her eyes to look at Derek as Boyd left, Derek locking her legs and ankles before getting up, about to leave when Alina spoke up. “My pocket, Stiles gave me a picture” she spoke softly, Derek walking over, Alina moving her body up so he could reach into her front pocket, pulling out a folded picture, Derek studying it as he kneeled back down in front of her, showing it to her and she nodded as much as possible, a smile on her lips “my mom…” she muttered, Derek turning the picture back around to study it. There was the sheriff, a small boy missing two front teeth, a brown haired woman next to the sheriff and a girl with pigtails and braces who smiled up at him, a smile forming on his lips as he looked it over “you can see that Stiles didn’t change much” she joked lightly, Derek huffing briefly with amusement, looking up at her, placing it in her chained hands so she could look at it. “Thank you” she whispered, Derek nodding, getting up to start restraining Boyd and then Isaac, Erica already chained up with the same headpiece as the one Alina had on.

Alina closed her eyes as she waited, already she could feel… different… she wasn’t sure in what way, or if she liked it… it both hurt and felt powerful at the same time, her nails starting to burn as her gums began to ache, a spiking pain running through both her nails and gums and she held back a scream as long as she could even though Erica screamed her lungs out. Alina opened her eyes as it finally became too much, letting out a brief scream as she doubled over, her nails starting to grow and sharpen, becoming thicker and stronger and she felt her heart race, her limbs starting to fight against her restraints as she screamed, brows furrowing, her screams turning into shrieks and growls as she struggled, her heart racing, everything happening at once. Every smell, every sound, every feeling, everything was amplified by what felt like a thousand, her body felt as though it was on fire, roars starting to leave her lips as the only thing that mattered was getting free, the chains and metal rattling against her as she writhed in her seat, pulling and tugging on the chains like a rabid animal until finally, she broke free, the picture on the floor of the abandoned train cart as she used her claws to slash at the straps around her still restrained wrist, bending over and using her canines to tear through it, the sound of chains rattling and landing on the floor once the strap was cut, the chains attached to the strap becoming useless and in seconds her legs were free, her eyes a glowing yellow, eyes sharp and piercing, everything was nothing at the same time.

It felt like she had gone mad. And accepted it. Her vision blood red, everything was hazy in a dizzying way, all she could see was shapes and she felt angry, desperate, her fingers itching, her limbs felt restless and it was as though it was out of her control, she had to move them, she had to move them to get rid of the restlessness and the one thing that made sense was to use them. Without thinking she jumped at Derek, managing to slice his back with her claws before he pushed her off of him, pushing her away and she landed on the floor. She quickly got up, roaring at him, about to pounce when she saw it on the floor. Amongst the broken chains and straps and the headpiece she didn’t even remember tearing off, there it was. It was as though everything had color again, the blood red sight was gone as she looked at the smiling faces in the picture, everything else felt numb and void but what that exact picture made her feel. Truly feel. She didn’t hear Isaac break through the window, not until Derek was thrown to the floor by Boyd and she looked up, watching Erica and Boyd attack Derek and she jumped forward, tackling Boyd to the floor as he clawed at Derek, roaring loudly into his face as she pinned him down, slashing at his chest before grabbing his wrists, digging her claws into them, drawing blood as she roared at him while Derek fought off Erica. Boyd kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying through the train cart and into Derek, preventing him from chaining up Erica as he had attempted, Erica seizing the chance to get up and claw at his back, only for Alina to jump up on her, legs wrapped around her throat, thighs locked around her face and Derek took the opportunity, punching Erica out cold before staring at Alina who jumped off just before Erica hit the floor. Alina panted heavily as she stared at him, golden eyes locked on him, her claws out, canines displayed and he actually flinched when she moved in his direction, but instead she picked up Erica’s wrist, chaining her to the pole like he had tried to do before, looking back up at Derek who hesitantly nodded at her, turning around to see Isaac keeping Boyd in control. Or rather, Isaac had Boyd pinned down.

Derek first tied up Boyd and Erica again before moving on to Isaac, as Alina seemed to be more in control, only her eyes and claws being the only real proof of what she had just turned into. Once he had tied Isaac up, he walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her and she lifted her wrists, Derek hesitating before gently shaking his head. “I don’t think we need to” he muttered, Alina frowning at him before nodding, looking down at the picture on the floor. “I don’t-... I don’t want my c-claws to-”

“I got it” he whispered, picking up the picture before placing it on the seat next to her so she could still look at it, Derek studying her “I’ve never seen anyone with such control on their first full moon…”

“I thought about my mom… and my dad… and Stiles…”

“So, you have three anchors” he muttered as though it was a revelation, Derek sighing softly “I’ve never heard of anyone with three anchors” he admitted, Alina looking at him before turning her head to look at the picture, Derek studying her before moving to sit across from her on the row of seats next to her. “I think all you’ve been through, the cancer, the chemo… I think that helped…” he admitted, Alina gently shrugging as she continued to stare at the picture “maybe… I guess I’m used to feeling-... angry… wanting to hurt something and everything at once… wanting to tear people apart…” she admitted jokingly, turning her head to look at him, smiling ever so slightly “I almost did it the sixth time my doctor wanted me to go through a round of chemo” she admitted, Derek smiling with amusement “that sounds like you” he muttered and she blushed a little, blinking and once she opened her eyes again, they were back to normal, their brown color like a warmth that washed over him and he nodded towards her hands, making her look back down at them, her fingernails back to normal, aside from the blood and dirt on them. Derek nodded with a small smirk “well done” he complimented before getting up, Alina smiling softly before looking behind her at Isaac, finding him smiling ever so slightly, giving her a small nod even though he wasn’t as changed back to normal as she was.

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New Blood - 5

Warnings: Some fluff! Pretty much all fluff up until the end. The end is a bit angsty

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“Stiles, I need to talk to you-”

“I know, I know, I just-... wait did I download the file?”

“Stiles-”

“Where is my book?”

“Stiles, I’m serious-”

“And my phone, where’s- there it is-”

“Mieczysław!” he stopped when she yelled his full name, tears in her eyes as he looked at her. “I have lung cancer, Stiles” she spoke softly, barely above a whisper and he froze. “My breast cancer, it’s metastatic, it spread to my lungs and it’s continuing to spread… I’m dying, Stiles… faster than I thought, I don’t think I have months, I have weeks, one or two months tops if I’m lucky and with how my luck has been recently I seriously doubt it” Alina stated firmly, moving to sit on the end of his bed as he turned in his chair, staring at her in utter shock. “I believe you, the werewolves, the druids, the hunters. I believe you… Derek Hale showed me… and he can save me” she spoke carefully, lifting a hand before he could protest “I’m dying, Stiles. At this rate I’ll be dead before you graduate high school but-... Derek says the-... the ‘Bite’ will save me and I know that it could also kill me, but what choice do I have, Stiles? I’m dying, painfully… it’s a chance I want to take, but I wouldn’t choose it without at least telling you” she ended, letting out a shaky breath, blinking away a few tears before clearing her throat “so I’m accepting his offer… I want to live, Stiles… it was never about giving up for me, but rather because I didn’t have much of a choice, it was pain and sickness over being able to do things with you and dad… I’m asking for your understanding and acceptance, I don’t want to die, Stiles” she whispered in a wavering voice, Stiles instantly getting up and it was as though they were in sync, wrapping their arms around one another as Alina cried, Stiles holding back his tears as he held her, nodding “do it… get the ‘Bite’ or whatever… whatever it takes” he whispered and she nodded, holding him even tighter “thank you” she whispered, Stiles nodding briefly, sighing ever so slightly as she parted from him, wiping her eyes as she sniffled “the only thing now if to figure out a way to explain it all to dad…”

“You mean-... t-the whole-... werewo-”

“What? No! No. I mean he deserves to know, but no. I mean either suddenly dying or suddenly getting cured from one day to another…” she admitted with a frown, Stiles nodding “oh, right! Right… well, uh… y-you’ll need to learn to control it so you don’t, you know, rip your dear brother apart twice every month?” he asked and joked with a wince, hearing her chuckle lightly “I won’t, if that dear brother behaves himself.”

“Which he most certainly will! But it might take a while, so maybe we-... tell dad that you, you know, found some experimental treatment and you have to leave because it’s far away and you’ll actually stay somewhere else while Derek teaches you?” Stiles offered and Alina nodded, smirking “that’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Right? I’m a genius!”

“You’re hyperactive, chaotic, clumsy and annoyingly sarcastic, but you are a bit of a genius” she teased, Stiles smirking “and don’t I know it?” he asked sarcastically and she scoffed “evidently, you do” she teased, Stiles nodding at her with a small smile “we’re going to get through this” he stated softly and Alina nodded with a small frown “okay… I’ll let Derek know that I’m getting the-... the ‘Bite’... it sounds horrible though.”

“Right! It’s way too on-the-nose!” he exclaimed and she chuckled, pulling him into a tight hug, eyes closed before she sighed softly, parting from him before gesturing to the corner under his bed “your book is there, by the way” she stated, Stiles nearly jumping at it, looking over his shoulder at where she had been only to find it empty.

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Alina walked in with a heavy sigh, putting her bag down on the floor next to the chair as she sat down “sorry! Sorry I’m late” she muttered, her dad shrugging along with Stiles “you’re here. Anything happen?” he asked and Alina froze, staring at him with wide eyes before glancing at Stiles, only to look back at her dad again quickly “w-why? What did you say?” she asked Stiles quickly, her brother raising his hands in surrender “I didn’t say anything!”

“Say anything about what??” Noah asked, the two siblings looking at him before looking away awkwardly. “You get it yet?” Stiles whispered and Alina glared lightly at him “apparently they’re busy chasing a lizard, which could’ve been nice to know beforehand” she hissed just quietly enough that Noah couldn’t hear them. “You knew about Jackson!”

“It’s Jackson?!”

“Okay, you knew about the ‘lizard’, then!”

“Yeah, just not that they’d go hunting tonight!” she hissed quietly, making Noah frown “hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked a little loudly, making the two look at him again before Alina sighed “here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself, adjusting herself in the seat before sighing “I uh… f-found some experimental treatment, dad… a-all the way in, uh, Chicago…” she muttered, daring to look up at him before looking back down, hands on the table as she fiddled with her fingers, a frown on her brows “it’s-... very experimental, they say I’m a good candidate, though. Despite everything, I’m still young, I’m healthy, I’m still strong, my body can still take a lot. Though I’ll admit that-... t-the risks are-... high, to say the least…”

“Well then you’re not doing it” he stated casually as he began to unpack the take-out they had ordered, Alina hesitating before looking up at him “dad, I already, sort of, signed up” she admitted, Noah stopping, looking at her, a frown forming “s-so what are the risks, exactly?”

“W-Well there’s really only one…”

“Which is, Alina?”

“Death…”

“Death?!”

“Dad, please… my breast cancer has turned metastatic and now I have lung cancer and it’ll continue to spread and I don’t think I have more than two months if I’m lucky so this is what I’m doing… this is what I’ll do because I don’t want to die. I came back here because I was sick of the treatments that never worked and just wanted to live out my life with my family since nothing worked anyway, I was told I had two years if I was very lucky, but I’m not, I’m not a lucky person and I’m dying, dad, I don’t even know if I have weeks” Alina snapped, tears forming in her eyes and she sighed heavily “Stiles is the one who-... helped me find the treatment… I’m dying anyway, dad” Alina reminded him before sighing “so, can we just eat and get back to normal, please?”

“Well-... But-... When do you leave?!”

“Soon… I-I’m not sure I’ll have to talk to my-... d-doctor” she muttered, Noah sighing heavily, running a hand down his face in frustration, Alina sighing again “please, can we just eat and be normal? Just for one night?” she asked softly, almost on the verge of begging and Noah nodded, sighing “fine… let’s eat” he stated, picking up his burger and biting into it, only to immediately frown and recoil a little, looking at the burger with a hint of disgust “oh, what the hell is this?” he asked with a mouthful of the burger, Stiles unpacking his own meal before unpacking Alina’s and giving it to her. “Veggie burger” Stiles replied casually, Alina frowning, quickly peeking into her own burger with a hint of worry before glaring at Stiles when she realized that she, in fact, had also been given a veggie burger. “Stiles, I asked for a hamburger” Noah complained as he put the veggie burger down, “so did I” Alina mumbled with annoyance, “well, veggie is healthier. We’re being healthy” Stiles reminded them as he showed them the salad he himself would be eating. Alina rolled her eyes before opening the small box the fries would be in, only to find carrots and celery, leaning back in her chair with a scoff as Noah groaned “oh hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?”

“I’m trying to extend your life, okay? Yours too, Cherry” he stated and pointed at her, making her roll her eyes “so I’m dying, as in only weeks left, and I can’t have a damn burger?”

“It IS a burger!”

“A BEEF BURGER!” she snapped, Noah sighing heavily at the two. When she left, he had missed everything. As in EVERYTHING. The laughter, the joy, the smiling, the sadness, the fighting. But now he most certainly didn’t want the fighting, now that he had been reminded of what it had been like. “Could the two of you just eat it, please? And tell me what you’ve found, dad” Stiles asked with a sigh, Alina glaring at him as she picked up her veggie burger and took a bite of it, glaring while she chewed it and Stiles rolled his eyes before ignoring her. “No, I’m not sharing confidential police work with two teenagers” Noah stated with a scoff and a frown, Alina frowning at him “I’m not a teenager!”

“You’re acting like one” Noah pointed out, Alina scoffing as she leaned back in her chair “you know that we can just look at the board behind you and just see for ourselves, right?” she asked bitterly with a small pout, Noah freezing completely, turning around in his chair to look at the board before looking back at them “don’t look at that” he stated, Alina and Stiles sharing a quick glance before each leaning away from each other so they could each see parts of the board, Noah sputtering out half orders for them to stop and look away when he finally relented, Alina and Stiles high fiving each other under the desk and out of their dad’s sight as they both leaned back into their chairs. “Alright! I found something… the mechanic and the couple who were murdered, they all had something in common…”

“All three?”

“Yeah, and you both know what I always say; one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, three’s-”

“A pattern” Alina finished, Noah nodding “the mechanic, the husband, the wife, all the same age. All 24.”

“Wait,” Stiles sat up a little straighter in his chair “what about Mr. Lahey? Isaac’s dad isn’t anywhere near 24?”

“Which makes me think either A; Lahey’s murder wasn’t connected. Or B; the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C” Noah handed a police file to Stiles and Alina leaned closer as Stiles opened it. “Did the two of you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Cameron?”

“‘Died in combat’...” Alina read aloud, sharing a brief glance with Stiles before looking back down at the file. “But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he’d be” Noah spoke with a small smirk, Alina looking up at him with a frown “24…” she muttered, Noah nodding, Alina looking off to the side before quickly getting up, ignoring the dizzy feeling she got as she walked around the desk to the board behind Noah with all the strings, narrowing her eyes “okay so, what if same age means same class, did you think about that?”

“Yeah… I mean I would’ve- I mean, look, I just got Lahey’s file two hours ago-”

“Two hours?! Dad, people could be dying!”

“Yeah I’m aware of that, Stiles, thank you” Noah snapped back, Alina smirking at the sight, shaking her head in amusement before looking back at the board. “Okay, so, same age, possibly same class… that’s one hell of an overlap…” Alina muttered, looking over her shoulder at her dad and brother, a small silence falling over them, the silence somehow, in the blink of an eye, extending to books splayed out on Noah’s desk, old high school yearbooks, newspapers about the school or classes or former students and teachers, any incidents, reports, newsletters. Anything with any kind of connection. Alina was so lost in it all that she ignored the cough in her throat until she couldn’t ignore it any longer, a frown forming on her brows and she coughed into her elbow, continuing to shift through the pages until she coughed again, and again, and again. She leaned away from the books and straightened up, continuing to cough into her elbow, barely able to get any air and she suddenly felt something on her back, tears in her eyes as she turned her head to look at her dad as he patted her back softly while she coughed, Stiles hurrying over to help her stay as upright as possible as she cough, wheezing for air in between the fits of coughing and when she finally could breathe, she straightened up, blood dripping from her lips, coating the crook of her jacket elbow, a copper taste on the back of her tongue and she coughed a little more, about to wipe it away from her lips with a hand when her dad gently gave her a piece of tissue. “Jesus, Alina…” he muttered, Alina forcing a smile before continuing to wipe the blood from her lips, hands shaking a little “I don’t think he’s been around for a long time, dad, at least not around me” she wheezed out, coughing a little more into the tissue, Noah and Stiles both directing her to a chair so she could sit down, her face red from the lack of oxygen and from straining so much when she coughed.>>>

>>>“I’m fine-”

“You’re coughing up blood!”

“Stiles, please” she wheezed, looking up at him and he sighed heavily, looking up at their dad before looking back at her “maybe you should go to the hospital…”

“No. No, I was just there a few days ago, I’m not letting them admit me so I can die there” she wheezed out with a bitter tone, coughing into the tissue paper before wheezing in some more air, straightening up to give her lungs a chance to breathe without any more struggle than they already had. “Maybe you should be on oxygen or something-”

“Stiles, I love you, but I swear to God, I’m going to shut you up” she wheezed with annoyance, glaring lightly at him before taking a deep breath, finally being able to do so without wheezing, leaning back in her chair with closed eyes as she enjoyed being able to breathe again. “What about classes?” she asked with a hoarse voice, coughing a little more before opening her eyes and pointing at one of the books. “They must’ve had the same teacher if all of them went to Beacon Hills” she added, wiping the remaining blood from her lips before looking up at Noah “please, dad… I just want to ignore this until I leave for the-... the treatment” she begged softly, Noah sighing heavily “please, this is what I want. I want to watch my dad and baby brother figure all of this out like the geniuses you both are” she begged again, their dad and Stiles sharing a brief glance before both of them nodded, walking back to the desk and once again they were like they had been before she had coughed her lungs up, a smile on her lips as she watched it a moment longer before getting out her phone, sneaking out of the office without them noticing, walking outside to get some fresh air.

‘I know you’re busy with the Kanima (yes Scott and Stiles both told me, I hope you’re not surprised) but it has to be soon. Stiles and I told my dad I’ll be seeking an experimental treatment in Chicago, which would explain me being away until I get some sense of control. But it has to be soon. I’m getting worse.’

Stalker #1: ‘Tomorrow?’

‘I’ll be by the abandoned train carriage, you better be there, I don’t know how much time I have left.’

She sent the text, sighing heavily before sneaking back inside and into the office, sitting back down again on the chair she had been sitting in before she snuck out, a smile on her lips as she saw that they hadn’t noticed, still going at it, solving the deepest mysteries of Beacon Hills, it made tears of joy form in her eyes.

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“Do you have your toothbrush?”

“Yeah-”

“What about toothpaste?”

“Dad-”

“And your pillow? You could never sleep without it when you were little, you’d always have nightmares-”

“I haven’t slept with that pillow since I turned sixteen, dad.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Dad,” she stepped towards him, gently taking his hands into her own as she smiled “I’ll be fine” she whispered with tears in her eyes. “But if I’m not-”

“Alina-”

“I want you to know that I love you” she finished, forcing a smile at him “I love you and you’ve been the best dad in the world to me, you handled everything so well when mom got sick and I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay and be there for you like you were for me. You’re the best dad in the world and nothing will ever change my mind about that, you’ve raised Stiles all on your own and you’ve done a great job, dad… all things considered” she joked the last part, chuckling briefly as her dad smiled at her, tears in his eyes as well “I love you. I love you so much, daddy” Alina whispered quietly in a wavering voice, Noah pulling her into a tight hug, shutting his eyes tightly as a few tears ran down his cheeks, his hand on the back of her head, holding her close as he gently stroked her hair. “I love you too, sweetie” he whispered and she nodded, parting from him, wiping her eyes as she sniffled. “I uh… I’m going to say goodbye to Stiles after he’s dropped me off at the bus station” she muttered, Noah nodding before cupping her cheek in his hand “I love you, so, so much… and I’m proud of you” he added softly, Alina smiling with fresh tears in her eyes, hugging him tightly one last time before taking her duffle bag, throwing it over her shoulder and getting into the jeep in the backseat, since Stiles was picking up Scott on the way.

Both Scott and Stiles insisted on helping her down the stairs and to the train carriage, Scott placing her duffle bag on the ground softly before turning to her, giving her a faint smile and a tiny nod “I’ll see you soon” he muttered, Alina nodding with a smile, hugging him tightly “you betcha” she muttered before letting go of him, hugging Stiles before pushing him jokingly “get to school, both of you. And try not to get anymore restraining orders, so, behave” she teased, Scott scoffing with a smirk with Stiles scoffing as well “what? Me? I’m always behaving!”

“You stole a police vehicle and have a restraining order.”

“... Okay, fair point, but-!”

“School, Stiles” Alina reminded him with a playful scolding, Scott dragging Stiles off, Alina watching them leave before sitting down on an old barrel, sighing heavily as she looked around.

She walked back and forth as she waited. And waited… and waited. A frown started to settle on her brows as she sat down, sighing heavily, clearing her throat in an attempt to settle down the cough she could feel bugging her throat, her frown only deepening when she tried again, failing just as the first time until a cough finally broke through, her brows scrunched together as it continued and continued, her face turning red as she wheezed for air in between the coughs, blood coating her lips and the tissue paper she had pressed to her mouth as she continued to cough, bending over, unable to straighten up as her legs wobbled, her knees hitting the ground, her head feeling light from the lack of air as she continued to cough and cough and cough, tears in her eyes, face red and the veins in her neck and forehead were bulging from the pressure, her mouth tainted with the horrible taste of copper coating her tongue, her vision blurry, not only from the tears but as she started to feel faint. She wheezed as much as she could as the cough got worse, eventually she slumped against the ground as she coughed and wheezed, her limbs feeling numb, until she couldn’t feel them at all, her eyes closing without her permission.

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New Blood - 4

Warnings: A looooot of angst in this. Like, it’s mostly just angst. There’s some fluff sprinkled in there but that’s about it.

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Alina just stared at the doctor, tears blurring her vision, forcing her to only be able to focus on the blurry figure in front of her. “Miss Stilinski? Are you-”

“I’m sorry… s-sorry, yeah, I uh… I heard you…” she admitted, wiping away her tears before clearing her throat, letting out a stutter of a breath, swallowing the lump in her throat as she nodded and looked around, rubbing her palms against her thighs as she nodded to herself “well, uh… I guess I should’ve had that operation” she stated with a bitter-sweet laugh, her smile gone as quickly as it had appeared and she nodded, standing up and looking at her doctor “is there anyone you’d like to call?” he asked with sympathy and she hesitated before shaking her head, looking down “uh, no… I-I left a voicemail for my dad, and my brother, he-… I don’t-... want to bother him with this right now, he’s still in high school and it’s not over yet and he has to focus on his grades because he’s really hyperactive and I just don’t see how throwing this on him right now would be a-…” she took a heavy breath “a good idea” she finished, running a hand over her face before nodding, clearing her throat and wiping away the fresh tears once again, straightening her back as she nodded “thank you, for expediting the tests, I know it can usually take hours if not longer-”

“Of course, Miss Stilinski. Do you have someone to pick you up?”

“Uh… n-no, I mean-... the mom of my brother’s friend works here, Melissa McCall? I-I’m sure she can give me a ride home…”

“Do you want me to page her?”

“No, no, thank you, I’ll find her myself” Alina mumbled, the doctor nodding with a small sigh “I’m very sorry. We can make a new appointment to discuss further treatment-”

“I-... I’ll think about it, okay?” she asked in a wavering voice, the doctor barely managing to nod and say ‘of course’ before she was out of the door, wiping the tears from her eyes and the second she looked up, he was there, her breath caught in her throat at the surprise, heart racing but she quickly calmed down, approaching him. “Uh… thank you, for driving me… have you-... have you been here this entire time?” she asked with a wince, Derek nodding with a small frown and she sighed “thank you, but-”

“It spread to your lungs?” he suddenly asked and she paled a little, staring up at him, he could hear her heart rate pick up a little, he could hear her swallow thickly and she frowned, adjusting the bag over her shoulder “how-... how the hell did-...” she cut herself off. She knew he hadn’t been in the room with her, had he waited by the door? Only moving away when he heard that she was going to leave the room? “Thank you for waiting, Derek, but you didn’t have to-”

“Come with me” he stated briefly, taking her hand and leading her into an empty room, closing the door behind him, shutting the blinds before turning to her, seeing that she had already backed away from him. “What if there was a cure?...”

“A cure to metastatic breast cancer that moved to my lungs? Yeah, it’s called ‘chemotherapy’ and it’s more hope than anything else, though I doubt it’d help me…” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as though she shielded herself from the fact that she was dying, looking away from him. “I’m thankful that you’re worried about me, Derek, I am, but chemo does nothing but make me sick and weak and vomit and I can’t go through that again. They can adjust the dose so I won’t get as sick but what the hell does that help? I can’t take much more, Derek…” she stated harshly, tears already forming in her eyes and she groaned, turning away from him to wipe them away. “What if there was something other than chemo? Something that could work? Something that could cure it completely?” he asked desperately and she turned to look at him, scoffing “then I’d ask what the hell you’re offering it to me for…” she admitted, attempting to move past him when he stopped her, a frown on her brows as she studied him. “I can cure it, I can make it go away and make sure it’ll never come back” he stated softly, Alina’s expression softening as she sighed “and what kind of cure would that be? Hm? Prayer? Some experimental shit? I’ve already done that, more than once. I just want to go back home and wait for my dad to get home from work, I just want to watch a movie with my brother and stay up late and then hound him for being tired at school… I don’t want doctors or hospitals or cures, I want to go home. I want to die with my family” she admitted with a wavering voice, lower lip trembling as tears ran down her cheeks “I just want to go home, I want to get away from all of this, I want to go somewhere where no one will find me so I can scream and cry and beg whatever FUCKING higher power for this to end. That’s what I want. A safe space, far away from everyone and I don’t care if it’s out in the woods or underground or an abandoned place, hell, I’d even prefer that! I just want either a safe space or to be left alone and die in peace with my family” she whispered softly, gently prying his hand off of her before walking past him, wiping away her tears as she left the hospital, calling her dad and leaving another voicemail telling him she was going back home.

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Alina was quiet as she sat across from her dad, heart racing as she stared at the table. “Alina, I need you to talk to me, honey” he spoke softly and it only made it harder to keep the tears at bay, clearing her throat as she looked up at him “how was work?”

“Work?”

“Please, dad… how was work?”

“Well your brother officially has a restraining order against him” he admitted bitterly and her eyes widened, brows furrowing “he WHAT?!” she got up immediately, about to leave the kitchen when her dad called out “Alina… what’s going on?” he asked, Alina hesitating before sighing “nothing, dad, I just-... wanted to know if you were okay” she lied smoothly, watching him as he nodded hesitantly, not fully believing her but also getting the sense to act like he did. Alina quietly knocked on Stiles’ door before entering, crossing her arms as she leaned in the doorway, staring at him. “A restraining order? Really, Stiles?”

“Please don’t, Alina, I already heard it from dad” he muttered, still staring at the floor and her entire demeanor changed when he called her by her name and not the nickname he had given her as kids. She sighed and walked in, closing the door after her before sitting down on his bed beside him, studying the way he just stared at the floor with a dark cloud over his head. “Okay… can I ask why?” she asked softly, Stiles just shaking his head as he sighed “you wouldn’t believe me” he muttered, Alina frowning ever so slightly before sighing to herself “then why don’t you tell me anyway? I’ll try to understand and believe you, I will” she promised, Stiles just shaking his head again “no, you don’t believe it” he stated and she sighed “the werewolves thing…?”

“Yeah, the ‘werewolves’ thing” he muttered bitterly and she nodded to herself, thinking before laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, a small smile forming on her lips when he laid down next to her, staring up at the ceiling as well. “Then prove it” she stated softly, Stiles looking at her with a small frown, making her look at him as well, smiling ever so slightly “prove it to me, tomorrow, okay?” she asked, Stiles nodded, making her nod with a smile, sitting up and giving him another smile before getting up “‘night, Mischief” she called, Stiles actually smiling a little “night, Cherry” he called and she chuckled, walking to her room to prepare for bed.

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The sound of her phone chiming made her groan, squinting despite the darkness as she rolled over, taking her phone, opening it and looking at the screen, frowning when she saw who it was that had written to her. “How the hell…?” she muttered before sitting up, leaning on her elbow as she began to type her reply.

‘How did you get my number? Did you peek at the hospital records or something?’

She waited for a reply, in the meantime making a new contact for the number and naming it.

Stalker #1: ‘Maybe. Open up your window.’

‘Are you outside it??’

Stalker #1: ‘Open it.’

‘No, this isn’t high school and I’m not going to open the window to a stalker.’

Stalker #1: ‘Yes, you are.’

‘No.’

Stalker #1: ‘Not even if I found the perfect place for your ‘safe space’?’

‘And how do I know it’s not a trick to kidnap me?’

Stalker #1: ‘Take it as an apology for how we met.’

For some reason, that made her grin a little, her eyes moving to the window and she hesitated before getting out of bed, putting on a quick hoodie and some sweatpants instead of her night shorts, her sleeping shirt underneath the hoodie and she pulled on some socks, then shoes, grabbing a bag, making sure she had her pepper spray before quietly sneaking out of her room, peeking down the hallway before leaving the house as quietly and quickly as possible, walking around the side of the house to see him waiting there, looking at her instead of her window and she narrowed her eyes at him, walking closer “you do realize I could get a restraining order against you, right? My dad’s the sheriff, he could invent new ways to shoot you if he found out about this” it was a light threat, although true, yet it just made him smirk, making her smirk in return. “Alright, where is my magical place fit for screaming about how unfair the world is?”

“You’ll see” he stated, walking towards the black car parked a little down the road, making her scoff, yet she followed. “I’ll mace you if you try anything. I might have cancer but that doesn’t mean I can’t kick the shit out of you” she stated, Derek just smirking at her again, holding the door for her to get in. “Wow, a stalker AND a gentleman, I’ve really hit the jackpot” she teased, getting in and he walked around the side, getting in himself before driving off with her. It wasn’t long until he stopped outside an abandoned building, a frown on her brows as she looked from the building and to him “this is it? This is the secret, magical spot?”

“You said an abandoned building” he pointed out and she shrugged “fair enough” she muttered, sighing heavily before getting out, coughing briefly into her elbow, a frown on her brows still as he walked up next to her, gesturing to the lot before guiding her towards it and inside. She frowned even more when he led her down some stairs, then some more stairs, and finally to an abandoned train cart. She couldn’t help but chuckle, walking closer as she studied the place. “How the hell did you come across this?”

“I have my ways” he stated with a smirk and she smirked at him over her shoulder “alright, a stalker, gentleman AND an all knowing wizard” she teased, Derek walking closer with a chuckle. “I’ll admit, it’s actually a good place to throw a tantrum about how unfair the world is” she admitted, a hand moving to her throat as she looked around, brows furrowing. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just-... my throat is sore and itchy, that’s all” she muttered, clearing her throat in an attempt to lessen the itch, knowing that if she started coughing, she might suffocate before being able to get a clean breath into her lungs. “I can make it go away, Alina” he stated and she turned to look at him, ready to snap at him, to tell him to please leave it alone, let her have a moment where she wasn’t reminded of it, when she stumbled back, screaming briefly at the sight before her. Her eyes were wide and her heart raced as she stumbled back, right into a pillar but she didn’t even seem to notice it, her eyes locked onto his red ones. “I told you, I can make it go away, I can make sure it never comes back” he stated, walking towards her and she gulped, shaking her head “what the hell is this?!... Oh my god” she muttered, tears forming in her eyes “Stiles… he tried to tell me… w-werewolves a-a-and druids and hunters and-... oh my god…” she muttered, looking down in realization, a hand moving to her mouth as she began to cough, turning away from Derek as the coughing got worse and worse until she felt liquid hit her palm when she coughed, drawing back to see the blood, a heavy sigh leaving her as she cringed in pain, bent over despite her desperate need to fill her lungs with air, leaving her wheezing as she spat out the remaining blood in her mouth, wiping her hand on her hoodie. “I can make it go away” he stated again and she looked up at him, tears in her eyes as she hesitated. “When you say ‘it’... you mean-”

“Everything. The cancer, the pain, the exhaustion, the coughing up blood. You’ll never be sick again, you’ll never have to worry about cancer” he almost pleaded, making her let out a shaky sigh, looking around before moving over to a barrel, sitting down on it as she wiped the blood from her lips. “And in return?” she asked, Derek kneeling down in front of her “you’ll be a part of my pack” he stated, Alina raising a single eyebrow at him “your ‘pack’?...” she asked, Derek only giving a firm nod, making her look away, biting her lower lip in thought. “What does that entail?”

“I’ll protect you. Stiles already told you about the hunters, you know what you’ll be up against-”

“After breast cancer that turned metastatic and spread to my lungs, I think I could handle a few bow and arrow fanatics” she muttered, making Derek smirk a little in amusement. “I’ll protect you, Alina…”

“And my brother?...”

“He’s part of Scott’s pack… but I’ll look after him too, he’s your brother” Derek promised, Alina wiping away her tears before sighing “so, how does it work, hm?”

“Either the Bite will turn you… or kill you” he admitted, Alina scoffing “I’m dying anyway, so… when you say the ‘Bite’... you mean, you’ll-...” she trailed off, Derek nodding, making her scoff a little “sounds a bit primal and primitive but I guess that’s the point” she muttered, looking down as Derek studied her “you would have more time with your brother, you’ll have time in general, to do everything you couldn’t before. You’ll be stronger, faster, you’ll be able to see, hear and smell things no one else can, you’ll be better in every way” he promised, Alina looking up at him “I just want to be alive” she whispered, Derek nodding, “you will be. I’ll teach you everything. I’ll teach you how to control it on a full moon, I’ll teach you to turn at will and to stop yourself from turning, it’ll take time, but-”

“And my brother? What about him?... I want to live, but not if my brother hates me” Alina mumbled, Derek shaking his head “he wouldn’t. You’d be alive! You’d be able to actually live a life instead of waiting to die at any given second!” he exclaimed with a grin, Alina smiling ever so slightly, nodding “I’ll need to talk to Stiles… he says that our dad doesn’t know about all of-... this” she admitted, rubbing her face in her hands before sighing “I’ll need to talk to him… I’ll talk to him tomorrow…” she decided, Derek nodding, standing up and offering her a hand, helping her to stand as he smiled, making her smile as well. “Maybe I was wrong about you, Derek… I’m sorry if that’s the case, I just-”

“I know, you don’t have to apologize for anything.”

“No, I do. I was-... horrible to you. Short tempered, angry, annoyed over the smallest thing, I was hot then cold with you, I’m sorry” she stated sincerely as he opened the car door for her, Derek just smiling at her as he studied her “it’s okay, I forgive you” he stated, Alina smiling at him before letting him drive her home.

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New Blood - 3

Warnings: A bit of fluffy angst, some fluff and then some angst following by more angst.

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Stiles was furiously tapping away at his computer, multiple tabs open on his computer, each with one way or another to cure cancer, everything from untested and illegal or controversial medicine to voodoo rituals, Scott watching his best friend with worry. “Stiles… maybe-”

“There has to be something!”

“Stiles-”

“What, Scott?!”

“She’s home…” Scott informed him, Stiles turning in his chair to look at his best friend, hearing the front door open and close not long after. “Come on…” Scott stood up, nearly dragging Stiles out of the chair and the room and towards the front door, both of them appearing to see her struggling to carry three grocery bags filled with everything from chips and gummy bears to lollipops, every form of snack available along with sodas of different kinds. She froze when she saw Stiles and Scott standing there, her attention moving to a small bag of chips as it fell to the ground, Scott hurrying over and catching it, making her smirk “nice catch, kiddo” she turned to look at Stiles, awkwardly shuffling a little before moving to the living room, placing the bags on the couch “so, what are you doing home from school?”

“We uh, had the day off…” Scott mumbled awkwardly, Alina nodding, just as awkwardly as him “right! Right… of course… I mean- not ‘of course’, but-... listen, Stiles, can I talk to you?” she asked softly, Stiles and Scot exchanging glances before Stiles reluctantly nodded, Alina smiling at Scott before walking into the kitchen with Stiles. “Listen, I know that this is-... horrifying… I thought if I just ignored it, took my medicine, went to my checkups, then it’d go away but-... it’s not…” she admitted softly, Stiles looking away but Aline moved with him, making sure his eyes were locked with hers “I have breast cancer, Stiles, okay? I’m going to die, and all I want to do is forget about it… all I want is the few months I have left to live with my baby brother whom I’ve missed more than anything. I just want to have a movie marathon with my brother and his best friend. I want to eat so many snacks that I get sick from something that’s not this-... crap inside of me. I want to pretend, just for the night, that everything is okay, that I’m not dying” Alina almost pleaded, tears in her eyes as she stared at Stiles, his eyes still locked with hers “I want a moment with my brother, just for one night I don’t want to be sick all the time, I don’t want my body to hurt like someone beat the hell out of me for five days straight, I don’t want to secretly throw up after every dinner and meal and I don’t want to take a break from my work constantly so I can take more drugs for this shit” she begged, a few tears already running down her cheeks, Stiles’ cheeks completely wet from his own tears “I just want to pretend like everything is okay and watch a movie with you and Scott and maybe dad when he gets home” she added quietly, Stiles staring at her before throwing himself at her, hugging her tightly as he tried not to sob too much, Alina eagerly hugging him back. “Hey there, mischief” she whispered in a wavering voice, breath shaky as she parted from him “c’mon, you guys get to decide the first movie” she stated softly, wiping away his tears before doing the same with her own, walking back into the living room where Scott had already laid everything out, a smile on Alina’s face.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me being here?” Scott asked awkwardly, Alina smiling with a tears in her eyes as she nodded “you’re practically Stiles’ brother, I can’t really get rid of you, can I?” she teased, Scott smiling as he shook his head with a brief chuckle “no, not really” he admitted and she nodded, walking over to the chair that their dad usually sat in, gesturing to the tv and then to the boys “c’mon, it’s free game for the first movie” she stated with a grin, the two boys exchanging a glance before getting up and walking over to where all the movies stood, taking twenty whole minutes to agree on a movie, Alina just watching all the while with a smile on her lips, taking in the sight of them, committing it to memory.

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Alina groaned as someone poked her shoulder, her arm moving to lay over her head as she rolled over, groaning louder when suddenly the covers vanished, being pulled off of her “Stiles!” she snapped, rolling over to see her brother stand over her, hands on his hips and she could just see that he had some sort of plan brewing in that hyperactive mind of his. “Stiles, what are you doi-”

“I have a plan.”

“For what?”

“To get you to love life! So that you’ll fight!” he stated with a grin and Alina felt her heart sink, sleep long gone as she moved to sit up, standing up and hugging him “oh, mischief… it’s not that easy” she muttered softly, continuing to hug him tightly, sighing heavily “I’ve been fighting since I was eighteen, Stiles, I just-... I’m tired, okay? I just wanted to be back home-”

“So you just came back to die, is that it?” he asked as he moved out of her grasp, watching her sit back down on the bed with a heavy sigh, running a hand over her face “yeah!- I mean no- I mean yes, I just-... I don’t have much time left, Stiles, I want to spend it with you and dad and even Scott” she admitted in a wavering voice, looking up at him with tears in her eyes “I just want to be home when I die, Stiles…”

“You won’t die!”

“Stiles-”

“You won’t!” he stated firmly, Alina sighing heavily, shaking her head “Stiles, it’s too early for this, don’t you have school?”

“Yeah but-”

“No ‘but’, come on, take a shower, get breakfast, get in your jeep and go to school-”

“Cherry, it’s four in the morning-”

“IT’S WHAT?! You woke me up at four-... I’m going to kill you!” she shouted, Stiles already hurrying out of her room as she began to run after him “Stiles! You’re so dead!”

“See? You’re alive!” he shouted from behind his bedroom door and she banged on it “you won’t be for much longer!” she shouted and despite the situation, neither of them couldn’t help the grin on their lips. This is what it was like before. Before she left. Before mom died. He annoyed her to no end and then ran off before she could do something, leading to arguments and fights that always ended with neither of them being mad at each other. “I’ll kill you!” she called out from the hallway as she walked back to her room, closing the door and falling face first onto the bed, pulling the covers over her body and falling back asleep immediately.

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Alina smiled as she turned back around, putting the money in the register and when she turned, there he was, a smirk on his handsome lips and a blush formed on her cheeks. “You know, I think this is the first step on the road to being classified as a stalker” she teased, Derek chuckling “hey, I was wondering when we’d take that raincheck?” he asked, watching her smile fall and fail and she looked down with a frown “I, uh… actually, something’s come up, I don’t think it’ll be possible, I’m sorry” she lied, her heart rate spiking but it was the only reason he could tell she was lying, it appeared that she had mastered it, telling a pretty lie instead of the ugly truth. “It’s because your brother doesn’t like me, isn’t’ it?” he asked with a smirk, watching her face change into one of shock before she sighed, nodding “yeah.. I just-... I’ve been away from home for a really long time and I just-... I haven’t seen them in years and if my brother doesn’t want me to go out with someone then I think he’s right, I uh… I might be moving soon anyway,” another lie, he could hear it, “so I don’t think I have too much time with them” she admitted with a small shrug, wincing before looking over her shoulder at the clock. “When do you get off?”

“In an hour, but-”

“We can talk then, it doesn’t have to be a date” he stated quickly and smoothly, watching her ease up a little as she nodded with a sigh “alright…” she muttered, watching him leave the line and she hesitated, forcing a smile at a customer before asking a coworker to take over, walking out the back, Derek following subtly. He watched as she got out something from her pocket, his brows furrowing at the small, square container, how she appeared to dump something into her hand, only to swallow it immediately after, his mind immediately going to Gerard. A frown formed on her brows as she leaned against the brick wall, closing her eyes tightly as she seemed pale, as though she was nauseous but she shook her head, gently slapped her cheeks to force some color to return to them before walking back inside.

It didn’t take long for an hour to pass and there he was, ready and waiting when she walked out with her bag, still in her uniform. “Wow, you actually waited” she noted, a genuine shock in her voice, hidden behind the teasing tone, and he shrugged “of course, I said I would.”

“Yeah, well, the Derek I remember was a bit of a player” she admitted with a smirk, Derek trying to hold back a grin, looking down “you remember me that way?”

“That depends on what Boyd told you” she stated quickly, Derek looking up at her with a small frown, only to see her smile gone, arms crossed over her chest and he felt his palms grow sweaty. “What?”

“You heard me. I don’t know why you sent him out after me, but leave him alone, he’s a good kid. I don’t believe you remember me, you never did” she stated casually, Derek opening his mouth to disagree when she shook her head “the second you told me the exact thing I told Boyd, I think I knew. I’m guessing you didn’t remember me and when I said your name after you gave me a ride, you got curious” she stated with another shrug, taking a step closer to him “I don’t know why you’re doing this, but you obviously never had an interest in me before. I remember you because you were the guy I had a huge crush on who’d never date the ugly shy girl with braces and pigtails, which is fine, everyone has a type and you don’t need to apologize for it, I just don’t see you actually being interested in me. But thank you, for pretending, the brief moment where I believed you was… actually nice” she admitted with a genuine look on her face before walking past him, Derek being rooted in place with shock before looking over his shoulder at her as she stopped by a bus stop, waiting. He jogged over, opening his mouth to say something when she turned to look at him, a small frown forming on her brows and now he recognized her. Truly recognized her. He could practically see the pigtails and braces already, it was the first time he had actually looked at her, truly looked at her and her eyes. “I didn’t just pretend-”

“So you asked me out because…?” she trailed off, Derek just standing there, making her nod, pressing her lips together in a tight line as the bus approached “and that’s my answer” she muttered, stepping onto the bus, paying before sitting down by the window, Derek looking at her through the glass as the bus finally began to drive off.

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The door ringing was definitely not something she expected. Her dad was at work, Stiles was off doing-... something he probably shouldn’t, the thought making her smile as she made her way to the front door, a towel still in her hands as she dried her hair while on the way there, running a hand through her wet hair just before she opened the door, only to sigh heavily. “Leave me alone, Derek” she muttered, about to close the door when his hand stopped it, making her frown with worry. “You need to leave, Derek. Now. Derek, I don’t want to hear any excuses” she stated with determination, trying to stop the cough in her throat but she failed, looking away, covering her mouth in her elbow in what was meant to be a quick cough. Until it wasn’t. Her throat felt as though it was on fire, a constant, aching itchy feeling in it as she backed up a little from the door, continuing to cough until she felt her knees weak and lungs desperate for air, forcing her to wheeze in an attempt to catch her breath before she had to cough again, having stumbled a little from the door. Derek hurried in, his hand on her back as she turned away from him, continuing to cough, a frown on her brows until it finally settled down, sweat on her forehead as she breathed heavily to catch her breath, wheezing ever so slightly which lessened with every breath she took until it wasn’t there at all. “I’m sorry, I don’t-... I have no idea what that was” she admitted, turning to look at him when his eyes widened, making her frown. “What?” she asked, throat sore and voice hoarse, his eyes locked onto her mouth and she lifted her hand, fingers grazing her lips and when she retracted that hand, her eyes widened as well, heart racing with fear and she hesitated before quickly turning her back to Derek, wiping the blood from her lips before clearing her throat, turning back to face him.

“I uh… m-might need a ride to the hospital” she admitted, voice still hoarse and he nodded, leading her outside, waiting for her to lock the door before getting into his car, letting him drive her to the hospital. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she held the phone to her ear, tears forming in her eyes as she heard her dad’s voicemail, his voice, his tone… she hesitated before sighing, shutting her eyes tightly before blinking away the tears to speak “hey, dad, uhm… I don’t want you to worry but I’ll be at the hospital and it might take a while, I’m just-.. visiting someone,” she glanced at Derek, heart racing and he could hear it, the fear in her voice as she spoke “don’t worry, it’s not the-... it’s not the cancer… I’m okay. Love you” she admitted in a quiet voice, Derek’s head snapping in her direction when he heard this. She hung up before calling Stiles, beginning to chew on her thumbnail as she held the phone to her ear, smiling as Stiles picked up, rambling about needing to call her back as what was obviously club music pounded in the background and she nodded “okay… I love you” she spoke softly, hearing him mumble it back hurriedly before hanging up, just as Derek stopped outside of the hospital. She forced a smile at him before getting out “thanks” she mumbled, hurrying into the hospital as she felt another cough build up in her throat, unaware that Derek just stared at the entrance where she had disappeared, still sitting in his car with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth in shock and disbelief. She was dying.

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New Blood - 2

Warnings: Angst, like a lot of it. Mentions of sickness, cancer, a lot of angst following that.

Note: I have never had cancer. My grandmother’s husband (not my grandfather) had it but he died when I was 8 before I really knew what was up, so I’ve never really known anyone with cancer but I wanted to write about it anyway and I hope it’s okay. I tried to research as much as possible in order to get things right and not be incorrect.

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He saw her chatting and laughing with one of the Argents, he couldn’t quite be sure who, a cousin maybe, but she seemed quite friendly with him, chatting as she made his coffee and handed it to him, waving him off and as the man walked by Derek, he smirked at him, like he knew something he didn’t, it made Derek’s blood boil. Derek took a deep breath to calm down, looking back at Alina, continuing to focus on her, especially now that she seemed close with the Argents, and she had returned shortly after them. Derek smiled as he approached the counter where she was working, just in time as she turned around to face him. “Hello, how can I-” she grinned once she saw who it was “well, well. Don’t tell me you’re stalking me?”

“When do you get off?”

“What? Why?” she asked with amusement, Derek tilting his head a little at her, smirking “because I want to ask you out” he stated and she froze, eyes wide as she stared at him “you-... want to ask me out??” she asked slowly, Derek nodding with that same charming smirk “yeah. When do you get off?”

“W-Well, I get off at twelve which is in like a few hours, but I have to get home first and change if you’re serious about taking me out” she admitted, hoping he’d take it as a joke, but he just nodding “I’ll pick you up at your house at eight” he announced, about to leave, halfway to the door, when she called out to him “do you even remember me?” she asked with a smirk, as though either response wouldn’t insult her and he smirked “of course I do, high school, you moved away after your mom died, braces and pigtails” he stated with a smirk, watching how her cheeks turned beet red and she pressed her lips together in a thin line to not smile, the corners of her mouth tugging up and she looked adorable as she avoided his gaze shyly. “I’ll pick you up” he reminded her before leaving, Alina watching him through the window before realizing that she was still working, blinking and snapping out of her trance as she turned to the next customer “h-hi, how can I help you?” she asked breathlessly, taking down the order and nodding “it’ll be right with you” she informed, turning around to make the coffee as another took over the register, turning to see one of her colleagues smirk at her, making her cheeks turn even more red as she continued with her work, eagerly waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

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She had practically been running home, throwing her stuff in her room before running to the bathroom, showering, shaving, washing her hair and blow-drying it as fast as possible, running back to her room and pulling out her clothes while still in a towel, hair tied up so it wouldn’t get in the way. Then it hit her. She had no idea what kind of date this was. “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

“You okay?” Stiles asked and she turned around, looking at him like he was the second coming of Christ. “Stiles, thank god! Okay I’m going on a date-”

“What?”

“Okay, not a date but it feels like it’s a date but maybe it’s just two people catching up- I mean it’s a date and I have no idea what to wear. Help.”

“You’re going on a date?”

“Stiles!!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s see…” he walked over, pointing to a sweet and cute blue dress with a zipper in the front instead of the back, it would work both as casual and as fancy, though not ‘eating out’ fancy. “That” he decided and she nodded, kissing the side of his head before shoving him out “thank you thank you thank you I owe you big time- wait what time is it?” he looked at his phone “uh, like, it’s forty-five minutes past-”

“I only have FIFTEEN minutes?! Fucking fuck!” she cussed and slammed the door in his face, Stiles frowning with confusion before heading to his room. Alina got dressed as quickly as possible, quickly putting on some minimal makeup and once that was done she untied her hair, brushing through it, making it look semi-not-awful. And then the door rang. Her heart leaped in her throat and she groaned. “Stiles! Door!” she shouted, hearing footsteps soon after and she quickly made sure she was ready before taking a deep breath, readying herself before exiting her room with a small purse that had the essentials, her phone included. And then she heard the door slam. She hurried towards the door with a frown “what happ-”

“Him? Derek Hale?!” he shouted, so loudly that she even flinched, frowning at him with concern before walking over and opening the door, turning to look at Stiles. “Yeah…” she muttered, Stiles shaking his head and turning to Derek “no, no you stay away from her-”

“Stiles!” she snapped, Stiles looking at her with pleading eyes “Cherry, please” he pleaded, Alina studying him before turning to Derek, completely speechless before sighing, giving Derek an apologetic look “excuse me for a minute” she asked softly, closing the door and stepping away from the door with Stiles, glaring at him “what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“He’s not a good guy-”

“I can figure that out for myself, Stiles!... What’s really going on? And don’t tell me it’s that werewolf thing again, Stiles...” she asked softly, Stiles hesitating, sighing heavily “I just-... don’t want you to go, okay? I-I just got you back and-... just wait, okay?” he asked, it was a half-truth, but it seemed to be what made her relent as she nodded, walking back towards the door, opening it and giving Derek an apologetic smile “I-I’m so sorry. Could we take a rain check? I-I completely understand if not, I just-”

“Of course, I want you to be comfortable” Derek said softly, Alina blushing as she nodded “thank you…” she sighed lightly “if this hasn’t totally scared you off and you want to take that rain check, next coffee is on me?” she asked hopefully, wincing, already preparing herself for rejection when Derek nodded with a smile “of course. Have a good evening” he stated and left after Alina closed the door, her eyes turning to Stiles and she sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around him. “You should’ve just said so, mischief… alright let me get out of this get-up and we can watch movies alright?” she asked quietly, not waiting for a response before walking back upstairs, Stiles mentally kicking himself at how defeated she looked, her excitement about going on a date completely evaporated, slipped from her grasp before she even had time to enjoy it.

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Seeing one’s father at school was always nerve-wrecking, seeing the sheriff at the school was no better but seeing your sheriff father at the school when there had been no recent murders was the worst feeling. He had been called to the principal’s office, where Gerard had now taken the position as principal, and he met his dad there, a solemn look on his face. “Dad?”

“You need to get home, Stiles…” was all he said, Stiles frowning at him with concern before nodding, Noah nodding to Gerard “I’ll see you back home, I have to go back to the station for a few minutes” he muttered, walking out with Stiles who was too stunned to say anything, looking over his shoulder to see Scott with a frown, Stiles shrugging before getting into his jeep and driving off.

As he got home and got inside he was met with Alina sitting at the dining table, a frown on her face, hands on the table in front of her, clasped. “Cherry?”

“Please sit down, Stiles…” her voice was weak and uneven, her eyes locked onto him as he nervously approached “is… is everything okay?”

“Stiles… sit” she ordered again in a soft voice, Stiles nervously sitting down, their dad entering soon after, hesitantly sitting down next to Stiles at the table, Stiles looking between the two of them, his heart racing. “What’s going on?”

“Stiles… remember when you asked if I was sick like mom?” Alina started and tears formed in Stiles’ eyes, his head already shaking in denial “I’m not. I’m not sick like mom but-... I am sick…” she admitted, tears forming in her eyes and she had to look up as she tried to blink them away before looking back at him. Stiles instantly looked at his dad and Alina shook her head “dad didn’t know either. He found out about an hour ago, when I called him…” she admitted, Stiles looking back at her with hopeless eyes “Stiles… I have cancer…” Alina revealed quietly, voice weak and shaky, barely above a whisper as she tried to hold in her own tears as Stiles just stared at her. “I called dad because-... I was just at the hospital and… I-... I’m not getting better, mischief… I just-...” she sighed heavily, wiping away tears as she tried to regain her composure, looking at Stiles once more “I’m dying, Stiles…”

“How long-”

“Since I turned eighteen… I was diagnosed the day after I turned eighteen… I was out celebrating with some friends, we were-” she glanced at her dad before looking back at Stiles “drinking. We were drinking…” she admitted hesitantly in front of her dad, knowing that she’d been breaking the law back then “and I don’t remember what happened but I woke up in the hospital…” she trailed off, looking down before running a hand over her face in frustration “I’ve gone through chemo and trials and-... I’m sick all the time, I have to take, like, a thousand pills three times every day and I just-...”

“What are you saying?” Stiles asked quietly, Alina studying him before nodding to herself “I’m saying that-... I don’t-... I can’t fight anymore, Mischief-”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Stiles-”

“Just-... don’t” he got up and walked out of the kitchen, their dad turned to look at Alina who nodded to herself, lower lip trembling and he got up to follow after Stiles when Alina shook her head “no, let him…”

“Sweetheart…”

“It’s okay…” she stated with a forced smile, wiping away a few more tears, clearing her throat as he sat back down. “I’m sorry for keeping it from you… I thought-... that maybe-....”

“You thought if you didn’t say anything it’d go away?” he asked and Alina nodded, more tears streaming down her cheeks and he got up, walking over, helping Alina stand up and hugging her tightly, stroking her hair softly and soothingly. “I’m scared, daddy” Alina admitted quietly, sobbing, her dad nodding as he closed his eyes in regret, trying to stay strong for his little girl. “I know, sweetheart, I know…” he whispered, continuing to hug her, Stiles watching from the doorway with tears in his eyes.

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Alina was as silent as the grave as she sat outside the hospital, staring at the ground, tears staining her cheeks and every time she wiped them away, more tears ran down her cheeks and wet them once again. “Are you alright?” the sudden voice made her flinch and look up, seeing an elderly man with a warm smile and she quickly stood up, clearing her throat and wiping her tears away as she nodded and forced a smile “yeah, of course, just, you know, that time of the month so, just, hormones and stuff” she lied smoothly, the elderly man narrowing his eyes at her with that same smile “you don’t have to lie” he stated and Alina’s smile fell, her throat dry as she looked down “yeah, well, apparently that’s all I’m able to do…” she muttered, the elderly man gesturing to a bench a few feet away and Alina hesitated before walking over to it, sitting down with the man sitting down next to her. “So, what’s going on? A stranger’s ear is often easier to talk to than a loved one’s” he advised and Alina chuckled briefly “I guess so… what’s your name?”

“Gerard. Gerard Argent” he introduced and Alina nodded “Alina Stilinski, but my brother and his dorky friend call me Cherry.”

“Cherry? How’d you come by that name?” he asked with amusement and Alina chuckled “it’s a long story” she stated with a shrug, looking down. “So, what’s troubling a young woman such as yourself?”

“I uh… I just moved back home, from New York, and-... well, I’m-... I just told my dad and brother yesterday that I have cancer, so I guess that’s that…”

“And they didn’t take it well, I assume? Since you’ve been crying” he asked with a small frown and Alina forced a smile and shook her head “nope,” she popped the ‘p’, looking into her lap “I mean, my dad took it better than I did when I found out… but my brother…”

“Not so well?”

“I understand why… I moved away after our mom died, she was sick too, only it wasn’t cancer and-... I should have stayed, I should’ve, but-”

“Everything reminded you of her?”

“Yeah… I couldn’t-... it was suffocating, but I should’ve stayed, he was only eight…”

“I understand what you mean but sometimes we have to look out for ourselves instead of our family, sometimes we have to serve ourselves” he stated gently and Alina scoffed, wiping her runny nose “I guess I just felt it was too selfish…”

“Then why did you move back?”

“I guess I-... I’m-... I’m not getting better, I know that, so I guess I just-...”

“Wanted to be with those you love for the time you have left?”

“Yeah… only now my brother won’t even talk to me and my dad-... I think he’s already seeing me in a casket…” Alina scoffed at her own morbid joke, Gerard humming quietly “if you truly wish to spend your time with them, then what are you doing here?” his words rang out in her head and she turned to look at him, studying him before getting up, mumbling a quick ‘goodbye’ before hurrying to the bus stop without looking back.

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New Blood - 1

Warnings: A bit of angst, fluff and then mentions of sickness, I think that’s all but let me know if I missed something.

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It was pouring rain when she finally decided to walk instead of waiting on a bus that never seemed to arrive, her hair stuck to her body and she was sure that there were more water in her boots than on the ground, her body shaking from the cold, clothes and jacket soaked completely, as was the duffle bag over her shoulder and she was sure that all her remaining belongings were soaked too, the little there was to begin with. As she walked in the pouring rain, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched and every time she looked over her shoulder, she saw a flash of red, heart racing faster and faster, legs trying to keep up with the pace she wanted, the one where she walked without needing to run, but ready to sprint if she needed to as a last resort. If something or someone really was watching her, running would only let them know that she knew they were there. As she heard the faint sound of a car approaching she spun around, thumb sticking out before she could even think over the decision properly, heart still racing as the car came closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck you, too!” she screamed as it drove right past her, a heavy sigh leaving her and she closed her eyes in momentary regret before beginning to walk once more, until she saw the expensive car backtrack, ending up right in front of her, the window rolled down and when she bowed down she saw a handsome man in front of her, behind the wheel. He seemed so familiar… His eyes made her feel a sort of recognition that she couldn’t quite find the root of. “You need a ride?” he asked softly, his eyebrows raised in shock at how fast she actually entered the car after he asked, dufflebag shoved between her legs as she closed the door after her, buckling up and then turning to look at him, cheeks turning red with a blush. “S-Sorry, it’s just-... cold” she muttered awkwardly “sorry. I’m Alina” she introduced, her heart melting when he gave her a charming smile “I’m Derek. So, where to?”

“Beacon Hills” she instructed as the car began to drive once more, Derek immediately turned the heat all the way up and Alina felt a shiver run down her spine at the warmth she felt immediately. “Sorry about the car seat, by the way. Just let me know what it’ll cost and-”

“No need, it’s alright. Are you visiting Beacon Hills?”

“Sort of, I guess… I used to live there but I moved” Alina admitted with a shrug, turning her head to look out the window and it was only then that Derek fully turned his head to study her, letting a hint of the disgust he felt out as he curled up his nose at the smell. She smelt horrible, but it wasn’t like not showering or the smell of sweat. It was like her base scent was horrible. Like a thousand dead animals that had been laying in the trash in the middle of a desert. Occasionally he looked back at the road, to avoid crashing of course, but mostly he studied her. She was pale, a bit thin, the rotting, decaying odor oozing off of her making him frown in concern. “What about you? Do you live in Beacon Hills?” she asked, Derek quickly looking back at the road, feigning innocence as he looked at her as though it was the first time he had taken his eyes off of the road. “I do.”

“Were you born there?”

“I was.”

“Guess that means you had just as boring a childhood as I did” she stated with amusement, Derek actually cracking a smile at the joke “you have no idea” he mumbled as he looked back at the road, Alina smirking at him “I’m sure I don’t. But it worked out for you! You’re handsome and you’re driving a car like this! Either you stole it, borrowed it, bought it or it was a gift, either way, it’s a pretty nice car” she stated with a shrug and a chuckle, the two sharing a brief glance and a smirk before they both looked at the road ahead. “So, what brings you back to Beacon Hills?”

“Well… I guess I miss the place. That and I didn’t really know where else to go… my ex is an asshole and I don’t have any family in New York, not anymore anyway, so it made sense, you know? Coming back home. That’s all, it’s pretty boring to be honest” she lied smoothly, not even glancing at him but he glanced at her when he noticed her heart rate as she lied and once again he frowned, quickly looking back at the road again “just missed the place? That’s it?”

“Yeah. Just missed the place and wanted to stay. I haven’t seen my brother and dad in ages now, just thought it was time for a visit, that’s all” he heard it again, her heart rate picking up whenever she lied. If it wasn’t because he could hear it, he would’ve probably been fooled. She was a good liar.

“So uh, if you could just drop me off at the police station, that’d be great” she began as they entered Beacon Hills, Derek turning his head just in time to lock eyes with her as she smiled at him and he swore that he felt his heart flip, his stomach turning in a familiar way that he thought he’d never feel again, he had been fooled before, so why should this woman be any different? Though it didn’t stop that soft feeling in his gut.

“Police station?” Derek asked before he could stop himself, immediately mentally kicking himself but she didn’t even seem to notice, just nodding “yeah. My dad’s the sheriff. Noah Stilinski. Which feels really weird to say his actual name and not ‘dad’” she admitted awkwardly, nervously clearing her throat as she looked back out the window. “I think I know your brother…”

“Stiles? I’m sorry to hear that” she joked immediately and once again his heart did that thing. It flipped. A smile formed on his lips as she laughed at her own joke. “Last I saw him he was a hyper-fixated, goal-oriented devil who always called me Cherry and couldn’t focus on anything” she added, sitting up straight as the police station came into view “so, thanks for the ride, Derek Hale. I owe you one” she stated with a smirk, getting out of the car, giving him a playful wink before walking towards the station with her bag, hugging the sheriff who stood outside, waiting for her, before walking inside with him and Derek’s heart did that thing again. It flipped. Especially since she knew his last name, and he couldn’t decide if that was bad or good.

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Alina stared at him with raised brows, her gaze locked onto Stiles as she leaned back in her chair, still looking at him as he stood in front of her, her brows furrowing as she studied her little brother. “Stiles… I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have left, not when you needed me after mom died… have you talked to dad?…”

“What do you mean??… wait- I’m not making this up, Alina!” He almost pleaded, Alina continuing to study him with the same look of concern “Stiles-“

“It’s true!! I can call Scott and I can prove it and Derek can prove it!”

“Stiles, please-“

“I’m not making this up!” He snapped, Alina studying him before looking away, nodding to herself. “Stiles… I know it was difficult, especially for you when mom died, and even more so when I left… I don’t know what this is, what you want to achieve, if you want me to go or stay, but I’m not leaving again, alright? I’m staying here for good and besides this isn’t the way to get me to stay or leave. Werewolves aren’t real and-“

“I told you because I thought you would believe me!” He pleaded, Alina looking up at him before getting up, sighing and crossing her arms across her chest “werewolves aren’t real, Stiles… I understand that it’s weird for you that I’m back all of the sudden and if you ever feel like things get too much, you know you can talk to either me or dad, but telling fairy tales won’t help anything… I missed you too but you don’t have to make anything up in any way. If you feel better speaking in metaphors, that’s another thing, so long as you know it’s not real, Stiles…” she spoke softly with genuine concern, placing both of her hands on his shoulders “I’m going to bed, alright? We’ll talk in the morning” she stated softly, hugging Stiles tightly before leaving his room, Stiles hesitating before sighing heavily, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

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Alina was moving from one corner of the kitchen to another, preparing everything as best as she could, Stiles hesitantly entered the kitchen, watching her and she grinned when she noticed him “morning. Dad already left, there’s some leftover toast and scrambled eggs in the fridge” she informed, Stiles remaining silent before taking a step further. “Hey uh, can we talk? Just for a minute?” he asked quietly, Alina frowning at him as she continued to pack her bag while cleaning up after the breakfast she made, putting things away yet it didn’t appear like she had eaten anything herself, something Stiles’ hyperactive mind noticed, “uh.. can we talk like this? I have an appointment in-” she looked at the watch on her wrist, her eyes widening and she stuffed her keys and phone into her bag as she nearly ran past him to the door. “I have to go and I have a work interview after that a-and- we’ll talk later, I promise!” she called out, Stiles hearing the door shut. He was quiet as he placed his hands on a nearby chair, leaning on it as he sighed heavily.

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Alina smiled politely as she gave the stranger his coffee, taking the money and placing them in the register before turning to one of her colleagues “you good to take this for a while?” she asked, the colleague taking over and she went towards the exit, unaware of Derek watching from the back of the small shop, nodding to Boyd who nodded in return and walked out of the shop and to the alley behind it. Alina carefully took a small square box, opening it and swallowing the pills inside, cringing a little before readying herself to go back inside when she heard someone call her name, turning and seeing someone that made her grin. “Boyd? Holy shit! You got tall!” she stated with amusement as she walked over, meeting him halfway and hugging him as he hugged her, looking up at him as they parted. “You look different, almost didn’t recognize you” he admitted, Alina chuckling “yeah, I ditched the braces a few years after I moved, and New York wasn’t all that kind to those awful pigtails I used to have” she admitted with a shrug, Boyd nodding before frowning at her “I’m sorry about your mom… my mom told me after you quit and-”

“Please, Boyd, you were a kid, you weren’t meant to know about things like that, or worry about them, because I know you would’ve” she stated with a soft smile, looking down before looking back over her shoulder “I should probably get back to work but it was really nice to see you again, Boyd, you were definitely my favorite kid out of all the ones I babysat” she stated with a smirk, Boyd grinning “you’re just saying that.”

“No, seriously. You were always so cute and you were the one who got me into star-gazing in the first place” she admitted with a shrug, about to walk back inside when Boyd remembered something “Hey, Alina?”

“Mhm?”

“Those pills you took…” he trailed off, watching how her smile faded, he could hear her heart rate pick up and she looked down. Derek had already told him to expect that odor she gave off, and it was stronger than he had expected, but that paired with the pills she took seemingly in secret made him worry. “I told you, Boyd, you don’t need to worry about things like that… worry about High School and your secret crush and what you want to do afterwards when you graduate… you can worry about the big things later in life, alright?” she asked with a soft smile, Boyd frowning with concern “but, you’re alright, right?”

She hesitated, looking down briefly, as though considering if she should lie or not, biting her lower lip before looking back up at him, and he swore he saw tears in her eyes as she nodded and forced a smile “yeah, of course” she lied smoothly, her heart skipping as she did before walking inside, Boyd hesitating before returning to Derek who waited outside. “Well?”

“She uh… she used to babysit me… she probably knows you from High School, that’s it…”

“That’s it??”

“Yeah… that’s it…” he mumbled, Derek studying him with a frown, already knowing he wasn’t telling him everything. Not that it mattered. He’d listened in on their conversation anyway. He’d just have to dig further on his own, now that Boyd didn’t seem too willing to do this again.

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It was dark when she finally returned, having gone to the hospital straight after work, bag over her shoulder, dark rings under her eyes, skin almost white and she looked sick and in pain, her feet barely able to take her up the stairs and to her old room that she had moved back into while looking for an apartment. She threw her bag on the bed before sitting down on it, running a hand over her face as she sighed before looking through her bag, getting out the small pill bottle, opening it and pouring out two pills before placing them in her mouth and taking a sip of the water bottle she had in her bag for that exact reason, cringing at the feeling of them sinking down her throat. She was just about to get dressed for bed when there was a knock on her door, a frown forming on her brows as she walked over and opened it, frowning at Stiles. “Stiles, it’s almost midnight, what the hell-”

“Why were you at the hospital?”

“I’m sorry?...”

“Scott’s mom saw you… why were you at the hospital?”

“Stiles-”

“Are you sick? Like mom?” his question made her halt, her eyes locked onto him and she sighed heavily, biting her lower lip as she looked down, Stiles trying not to cry at the moment, gesturing to her lips “you always do that. You do that when you don’t want to say something. You do that when you lie. So don’t lie, alright?” he asked desperately, Alina studying him before walking out of her room to stand in the hallway with him, pulling him into a tight hug. “All you have to worry about is school and your grades, okay? I’m not sick like mom, I promise… you don’t have to worry about me” she stated softly, hugging him even tighter when he hugged her back, burying his face in her neck, she could feel his tears soak through the shirt on her shoulder. She gently rubbed her hand up and down his back, smiling softly “you’re okay, mischief… and I’m okay, I promise” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes as she lied to her brother, quickly blinking them away when Stiles leaned back, wiping his eyes and she smiled, nodding her head towards his own room “c’mon, you got school tomorrow” she stated softly, playfully pushing his head in that direction as he began to walk, walking back into her room, sitting down on the bed as she tried her best not to cry and sob, taking deep breaths before getting ready for bed, ignoring the hole in her chest.

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Heartwired - 5

Warnings: Oooohhh! Some fluffy short circuiting on Connor’s part and then a new case coming up!)

A/N: The drawings are made by me personally. I would really appreciate it if they were not copied, edited, reblogged, taken in any way or posted anywhere. The skin color, body type and size are purely aesthetic and you can imagine them in any way you want, you’re all lovely as you are and would look drop-dead gorgeous no matter what<3

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The blinding, flashing lights, the pounding bass of the music, the lingering sweat in the air, the tightly packed crowd. Hannah had convinced you to go out for once, to ‘live a little’ and ‘get shitfaced’, so here you were, wearing a dress that was tight fitting, dark blue with glitter shining, slightly see through down the sides with light and breathable fabric, criss-cross open back and spaghetti straps. The heels were the same color as the dress, a little more matte but still with the same glitter. You had relied on Hannah to get the clothes, or rather, she had insisted, since she frequented these types of scenes more than you, but you hadn’t expected her to go all out. But it felt good. It was good, alcohol buzzing in your veins, the thunderous loud thud of the over exaggerated bass vibrating in your ribcage, becoming your second heart rate, guiding you as you danced in the tightly packed crowd, surrounded by strangers, humans and androids alike, a bit of glitter on your chest and bare shoulders from dancing close against strangers. You felt hot and slightly sweaty, the air thick but it was intoxicating. You could definitely understand why Hannah was so fond of this, you could get used to this, the buzzed feeling of the alcohol, the music vibrating in your chest, the freeing feeling, you could feel the beat in your bones as you danced with Hannah to the music.

Hannah had insisted on taking your phone along with her own, saying ‘no phones, no work, no stress’, and at first you were hesitant, but it felt good to be free of it, just for a few hours, not worrying about anything, being free to act carefree for just an evening and even a little reckless. You stopped dancing, however, when you felt someone touch your hips, making you spin around, seeing a stranger smirking down at you. He had the same brown hair and eyes as a certain android you knew… and you were just buzzed enough to ignore the fact that you compared what was admittedly a quite handsome guy to your coworker. He put his hands on your hips and danced with you again, moving to the music and you felt a rush course through you, turning your back to him, closing your eyes as you let him dance so close with you, behind your eyes imaging a certain android, that it was him instead of a stranger, that it was his hands on your hips, his chest that your back was against, his presence that you felt surrounding you, his body that moved against you, with you, holding you so close, pressing you up further against him. You imagined that it was his neck you reached behind and slid your fingers over to his hair that you found at the nape of his neck, your heart racing in your chest as you continued to dance with him.

Though, because of Hannah’s ‘no phones unless it’s an emergency and someone is dying’ rule, it had left you with absolutely no idea that both Connor and Hank had tried to contact you, all thoughts of work and life outside this club had faded to dust, right down the bottle that had poured your drinks. All you knew was that you felt free, adrenaline coursing through you at the reckless feeling you felt, the way you imagined it was Connor behind you.

Due to their inability to contact you, Hank and Connor had actually come to the club to look for you, both of them scanning the crowd for you, Connor using his face scanning interface until he found you… grinding up at a stranger, his LED blinking yellow, brows furrowing and he felt a strange tightness in his chest, Hank noticing his partner’s change in behavior and looked through the crowd to see what he had seen, finding you looking to have the time of your life with a stranger, Hank smirking a little “hey, that guy looks kinda like you, doesn’t he?” Hank asked over the loud music, Connor looking at him with that same frown, his LED blinking yellow and Hank smirked “I mean, same hair, same face shape, same height, same skin color. Hell, he could be your brother” Hank elaborated, trying to imply to the android what everyone already knew. You were head over heels for him and he was just as in love with you as you were with him. “I’m not sure I see the resemblance” Connor finally spoke up, his tone cordial and polite as ever, yet Hank noticed the slight sharp tone, the bitterness and he smirked “she does, why the hell do you think she’d otherwise dance with him like that?” he asked loudly before patting Connor’s back “you go get her, tell her about the case, I’ll be at the bar” he shouted over the music and Connor’s LED blinked blue briefly before he made his way through the thick crowd, the flashing and colorful lights lighting you up, his synthetic heart racing more and more the closer he got, the more he saw how this stranger held you, hands on your hips, keeping you close against him, and his LED starting to glow yellow instead of blue.

“Detective (Y/L/N)” Connor called over the music and you stopped dancing, looking at Connor with confusion “Connor??”

“Hey, back off, buddy, I saw her first” the guy you had been dancing with said, trying to put his hands on your waist again when you gently pushed him away, glancing at him before looking back at Connor “what on earth are you doing here?”

“We have a case that just came in-”

“I’m off duty-”

“Fowler asked for you specifically” Connor yelled over the loud music, the guy from before walking up to him, pushing Connor’s chest lightly “hey, I said; Back off” he yelled with brewing anger and you frowned at him “hey, calm down!” you hissed at him before shaking your head with a small scoff “thanks for the dance” you muttered slightly sarcastic, taking Connor’s hand to move away from the thick crowd and the guy when he grabbed your upper arm “hey, we’re not done yet” he growled, Connor’s LED flickering red but before he could do anything, you had grabbed the guy’s hand on your arm, pried it off of you and pushed him away, hands on your hips as you glared at him “think about your next move very carefully” you warned and he scoffed, leaving through the crowd and you sighed, turning back to Connor, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the crowd towards Hannah, who seemed surprised to see Connor. “Connor?!”

“I have to go, Fowler asked for me on a case. You good?” you yelled over the music and she glanced at the girl she had been dancing with, smirking and turning back to you “more than good. Let me know if you need me, I’ll bring your phone to the station if it says anything important, or your apartment if it doesn’t” she yelled and you rolled your eyes with a smile of amusement, turning around, taking Connor’s hand again to drag him through the crowd towards the exit, Connor’s LED blinking blue as he sent a quick message to Hank at the bar that he’d found you and they were going to the station while simultaneously ordering a taxi, his mind trying to stay on the case so he could brief you on the way to the station but all he could think about was your hand in his, holding onto him, keeping him by your side through the sea of people. When you came outside, you let out a heavy breath, closing your eyes and turning your face to the sky, the cold air sobering you up and you got a little lost in your head, snapping back out of it when you felt something being draped over your shoulders, making you open your eyes and looked up at Connor as he had put his jacket around your shoulders, making you smile. “Thank you” you stated softly, looking around the street, the massive line of people waiting to get in. “I’ve ordered a taxi, it should be here any minute” Connor admitted and you nodded, hugging the jacket tighter around you. Not because you were freezing, sure, it was a bit cold but you weren’t freezing to death, but because it was his… and it was surprisingly comfortable. As the taxi pulled up, Connor let you get in first, following soon after, turning to you, a questioning look on his face and you knew it concerned the destination, so you gave the taxi the address of your apartment, settling into the seat for the short drive. “Thought I’d change” you stated casually and he nodded “that seems like a good idea” he stated cordially and you hummed, still wearing his jacket and you would continue to wear it until he asked for it back, no way in hell you’d give up on it or take it off until that.

“So, what’s the case?”

“In short? We have suspicions and reason to believe that an offshoot branch of previous CyberLife employees could still be influencing and controlling androids remotely” Connor reported briefly as the taxi pulled up to your apartment building, Connor’s LED blinking as he ordered it to wait while walking through the building with you, to your small one room apartment, watching you by your closet as you picked mostly whatever was in front and walked to the bathroom to change. “So, the long version?” you asked through the door, closing it, forgetting to close it shut completely as you began to undo the laces in the back of your dress and zip down the zipper while Connor waited outside while you undressed. Connor stopped looking around to step a bit closer to the bathroom door to make sure you could hear him when he saw the tiny crack, his LED blinking yellow as he saw you bend over, zipper and laces undone on your dress as you took off your heels. “Con?” you asked when you heard nothing, hearing a brief clearing of a throat, Connor nodding, attempting to look away for your decency’s sake “w-well. Following the revolution, android disappearances have significantly declined…” he trailed off when he saw you begin to pull off the dress, his synthetic heart racing, a blue blush forming on his cheeks and his LED flashed a wild red as he was unable to tear his eyes away from what tiny view the crack allowed him. “Makes sense, there’s more security, they don’t feel the need to hide anymore, at least not all of them. But what’s this about former CyberLife employees?” you called at the prolonged silence. It wasn’t like Connor to just leave a report mid-sentence like that…

Connor felt the need to swallow for no reason at all, he had no biological reason to, yet he couldn’t help it when he saw you, your bare back turned to him as you stood only in your underwear, unfolding a shirt to throw on “well, three androids registered under the new Android Rights Act have vanished within 48 hours. They are currently actively employed and legally documented and considered stable-”

“They have no reason to disappear” you muttered to yourself with a frown as you listened, throwing the shirt over your head while Connor struggled to look away from you for the sake of your privacy, your decency and modesty…

“Exactly. The most concerning factor is that all three made encrypted contact with a suspected remnant CyberLife network before disappearing. While CyberLife as a corporation has undergone significant changes in their policies and operations, evidence suggests that former operatives may still be influencing android behavior remotely. Captain Fowler believes your expertise would be critical in determining whether these disappearances are coordinated abductions, voluntary desertions, or something… more insidious” Connor finally managed to get through the rest of the report and tear his gaze away from you, quietly taking a step back from the bathroom, turning his back to it, trying to cool down his systems, his LED blinking and flickering between red and yellow and for some reason, he was breathing heavily… he didn’t need to breathe, so it was ridiculous, but here he was, breathing heavily, feeling the urge to clear his throat and adjust his appearance, making sure his tie was straight and not sloppy.

When you finally got out, you thought it was rather cute that he’d even turned his back to the door, a smile forming on your lips as you poked his shoulder, watching him whip around, posture stiff, LED blinking blue and you smiled “ready?” you asked, already moving through the apartment to a small safe hidden under the kitchen sink, letting it scan your fingerprints before opening it after also typing in your code, getting your gun and badge from the safe and putting them on, closing the safe and locking it again before going for your regular shoes, putting them on, out of the door in record time with Connor mostly leading the way, silent and a little stiff, but you were still buzzed, perhaps a bit too buzzed to notice…

You could barely keep up with Connor as he moved to the taxi, barely stopping, only to hold the doors for you, which made your heart flutter a little. His urgency felt… off… but even with that, he still held the doors for you like he’d always done… it made it feel like he never forgot about you for even a second… The second you got into the taxi, Connor gave it the destination to the police station, the self-driving taxi closing the doors and driving off to the destination.

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hello!! i love your work - the dragon's daughter^-^

do you plan to update it soon??

have a good day!

Hello! Thank you so much and I'm unfortunately a bit tied up at the moment, my grandma is sick, BUT I am working on it here and there and it's close! But yes, I do plan on continuing and updating soon. Hope you have a wonderful day!❤️❤️

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Heartwired - 4

Warnings: A bit of angst before a lot of fluff at the end<3 It’s not that long though, sorry my lovelies<3

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Your heart was racing as you looked at the news, your eyes wide, mouth half open and you just knew… you knew that Connor would have found whatever he was looking for, found Jericho, and now… it was all being burned to the ground and blown to hell, your racing heart stopping at the thought and you felt… cold, empty… like you had been on that old ship and died… The thought of him blown to pieces, dead, unable to ever return, even in the way he did from the TV station… there was no way he could ever return… You felt tears form in your eyes and you stumbled back from the tv, brushing past Hank and leaving the station immediately before he could stop you. You got in your car, sitting there for a moment, your heart racing in your chest and yet it felt like it didn’t beat at all at the same time. Perhaps it was just going so fast that it almost stood still. You took a deep breath before starting up your car, driving towards the bridge and the small park by the water where Hank often came to think.

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It would be dawn soon, the sky turning a bit brighter in the distance, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as you sat on the bench. Your phone was in your car, parked a distance away as you sat in the cold, the morning sun almost reaching your shoes and you stared at that golden line, waiting for it to creep closer, waiting for it to kiss the tip of your boots as you sat there, disconnected, intentionally having left everything in your car, wanting to be alone, to be disconnected, to feel the coldness around you without interruption. Your right hand fiddled with your left middle finger, feeling the empty space where your ring used to be, the ring you gave to Connor for safekeeping, the reality of the space left behind felt heavier than just a simple ring. You heard the sounds of snow crunching under boots come closer and you closed your eyes, leaning back on the bench, watching the bridge and the city in the distance. “Go away, Hank…” you muttered quietly, shaking your head a little “I want to be alone…” you added just as quietly, the sun kissing your boots just barely, a sweet caress at the very tip. It felt bittersweet, a new day breaking and you were left without a friend. You gained a day but lost a friend.

“Hank told me you’d be here, but I could come back later, if you’d prefer that” a voice said and you sat up straight, eyes open wide as you turned, taking him in as he stood there, dressed in his usual uniform, a soft smile on his lips and you felt your heart race as you shot up and ran at him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tightly, a hand at the back of his head, fingers threading through the short strands of synthetic hair that felt oh so real, keeping him close, refusing to let go, your breath shaky as you shut your eyes tightly “thank god…” you muttered, burying your face in his neck as he hugged you back just as tightly, if not a bit more. “I saw the news and the Jericho ship and I thought-... but you’re alive. You’re alive, thank god” you continued to praise, Connor smiling a little, hugging you a little tighter. Alive…

“Yes, I’m here, I’m alive” he stated softly, his LED settling into a steady, peaceful blue as he closed his eyes. “I was so worried…” you admitted, parting from him, your breath shaky, showing in the cold as you smiled brightly at him, tears forming in your eyes. Connor lifted his hand to show you something, opening his palm to reveal a black ring with a chain in it, a few new scrapes and notches littering it, but there it was. You let out a shaky breath as you laughed breathily, nodding a little to yourself as you let go of him and took it, looking it over with a grin “I apologize for it’s condition, it’s-”

“Better this way” you admitted, looking up at him before putting the ring back on your left middle finger with shaky hands, only now noticing how cold they were, your fingers stiff and numb from hours out in the cold with no movement. “It’s better this way” you elaborated, looking up at him with a smile before laughing breathily as you wiped away a few tears “sorry” you muttered, Connor smiling softly at you, his LED blinking as he thought of something before a slightly bigger smile formed on his lips “are you hungry?” he asked and you looked up at him, studying him for a few seconds before laughing, nodding “yeah… yeah, I’m hungry” you admitted, Connor stepping aside, nodding towards your car and you nodded, walking towards it with him to find something to eat in town.

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Half a year and a lot had changed. Markus had become the representative for Androids in Detroit, laws were being changed, rules re-written, policies adjusted and everything felt… better. Things were still fragile, tempers still hot, it was difficult changing minds and traditions, but it was being done, one at a time. Connor had been away with Markus all over the states, representing androids and their rights, meeting with only god knows how many officials, all while life continued in Detroit. There would always be those who would never change, of course, but otherwise people had started to understand. Androids were just… a different kind of humans. One of the biggest concerns was that androids would replace humans in jobs so Markus worked to create a new law and implement it. No human was allowed to be fired simply because an android could do a better job, there had to be a serious, actual reason, not just because they wanted a better worker. If the person was working and doing their job without troubles, if there were no other grounds for firing the human, then it wasn’t allowed. It settled most of the other humans’ doubts and worries, though the head of companies wasn’t all that pleased, to be honest, but it wasn’t about them anymore. It was about harmony.

In the meantime, you had gotten a promotion, raised to detective. You had gotten a few friends after Hank had pressured you to go out, to get a life aside from the force, not wanting you to end up like him, an old drunkard with no life outside of work.

“No, a little more to the left- no, left” you instructed, looking up at the banner, Hank groaning “your left or mine??”

“Mine” you stated sharply with slight annoyance “I want it to be perfect!” you admitted with glee and Hank groaned, adjusting the banner a little to what you wanted and you grinned “right there! Perfect…” you sighed happily, crossing your arms over your chest as you took it all in. Connor was supposed to return to Detroit today with Markus and a few other androids. “Turned the damn station into a party house” Hank muttered as he got down from the chair and you rolled your eyes at him “it’s an improvement” you teased with a smirk and he scoffed, putting the chair away while you went to check on everything else. “You refused to have it at your house and all I have is a tiny apartment with android hating neighbors” you muttered quietly, Hank studying you before sighing “look, I know you have enough money to move-”

“I don’t like them but other than that, why would I move? I have everything I need in that apartment-”

“Sweetheart, your bedroom is in the living room, so is the dining room and the kitchen” he pointed out dryly and you shrugged “it’s just me living there, I don’t need anything else” you pointed out before sighing, turning to Fowler who sighed “how did you ever convince me to let you do this?”

“I think it had something to do with blackmail” you joked lightly before looking at Gavin, your cheerful demeanor fading “either behave or fuck off” you warned before turning back to Connor’s desk, making sure everything was perfect as one of the cadets hurried into the station “he’s coming!” she warned with a grin and you nodded, an eager grin on your face as everyone acted like normal except you and Hank, Hank waiting with a small smirk that he’d without a doubt deny ever having while you watched Connor walking closer, a bag in his hands as though he’d bought something before approaching. He stopped when he looked at his desk and saw everything. On the half wall by his desk hung a blue banner with blue glitter spelling ‘WELCOME BACK’. His desk had a small bobble-head figure of a golden retriever and a gift box waiting next to it “welcome back, detective Connor!” you cheered and everyone walked over, clapping, cheering him and congratulating him on becoming the first actual android officer, and a detective at that. Even Gavin clapped, though without any noticeable enthusiasm. Connor’s LED flashed yellow as he smiled and approached and you hugged him instantly “welcome back!” you congratulated him before stepping back, gesturing to his desk as the others returned to work, Connor sitting down on the chair, poking the bobble-head figure’s head, watching it wobble and bob before looking at the gift box.

You watched with excitement as Connor opened it, finding a desk nameplate inside and when he pulled it out to read it his LED blinked yellow. ‘Detective Connor’. “Since you officially had the title, I volunteered to get you a nameplate” you admitted with a smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek “welcome back, detective” you stated softly before stepping back to your own desk, Hank smirking at a shocked Connor, arms crossed over his chest “she worked on this for like a week” he stated casually, looking at you, Connor following his gaze “haven’t seen her do that for anyone” he added casually as though it was a neat little detail he hadn’t noticed before, Connor’s LED a constant flickering yellow before looking back at the nameplate, his LED turning blue as he smiled and placed it on his desk for others to see, a sense of pride bubbling in him.

You had worked on all of this, for him… you had spent an entire week putting everything together, getting him his own nameplate, that cute little bobble-head, the banner…

“Yeah, she tried to find one that looked like Sumo, that was all she could get” Hank admitted when he saw Connor’s eyes lingering on the Golden Retriever bobble-head, shrugging “she dragged me to like five different stores and twice as many websites” he admitted further, subtly trying to get Connor to realize that you wouldn’t just do that for anyone, not even friends… not that you had that many, but still.

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Lockdown

(Warnings: A loooooot of angst in this, it’s an angsty time, sorry my lovelies<3)

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Daisy arrived at the protest only to sigh heavily at what she saw. People were still at it, carrying their signs and yelling. If the governor was really as corrupt as they think, why the hell would it matter that they were carrying signs and yelling? Either way, Daisy managed to slip her way towards the doors, being stopped by a guard and she raised a brow at him “really? Seriously?” she asked with a scoff and he hesitated before letting her inside, making her scoff “and don’t let them in,” she gestured to the protestors “Mercer’s orders” she ordered on her way past them. She passed by the guards by the stairs before moving up to Pamela’s office, walking inside without knocking. “Daisy, what on earth are you doing here?” Yumiko asked quietly as she approached Daisy, Daisy scoffing quietly “decided to play dress-up even though it’s not Halloween” she joked dryly and Yumiko sighed, making Daisy roll her eyes “I’m Mercer’s personal cadet. He ordered me to make sure they don’t kill Pamela” she admitted casually, Yumiko taking her in before frowning “you don’t have a weapon?”

“Since when have I ever needed a weapon?” Daisy asked with a smirk before walking over to Pamela, who frowned upon seeing her “Delilah, what-?”

“Seriously, the giant red armour doesn’t give anyone any clue?” she asked and looked around the office before looking back at Pamela “I’m supposed to make sure no one kills you… oh, and just generally hurt you, but I think the ‘being brutally murdered by a vicious mob’ was more important to get out first than a small booboo” Daisy stated in a dry tone before looking at Pamela’s guards, studying them before sighing “lucky assholes” she muttered as she took in their light attire compared to her own, adjusting her armour with unease. “Excuse me?” one of the guards asked with annoyance and she raised a brow at him “I said; lucky ass-”

“I think they heard that part, Delilah” Yumiko cut in softly and Daisy scoffed, looking down at herself “how the hell am I supposed to shoot a bow in this??”

“Don’t think you’re meant to. Don’t see anyone else using bows, do you?”

“A bow requires skill, discipline and patience, you know that just as much as I. Tell me, one archer to another, do you REALLY think I can shoot a bow in this giant can they call ‘armor’?” she asked and gestured vaguely to herself, Yumiko opening her mouth to respond before hesitating, sighing lightly as she looked Daisy over before nodding and looking around, making Daisy nod as well “yeah, thought so” she muttered bitterly.

As Pamela began to pack things up, getting ready to leave, Daisy raised a brow at her “you know there’s a mob out there who wants your son’s head on a pike, right? I mean, they’ll settle for yours, until they can get your bratty son-”

“Delilah!” Yumiko scolded lightly and Daisy sighed but closed her mouth with a bitter expression. “I’m not going to hide in my office” Pamela decided defensively and Daisy nodded “alright, your choice” she muttered before following after Pamela and the others, walking down the stairs to see the mob at the foot of it, Daisy sighing heavily “who the fuck let them in? What do they think with, their ass?” she asked quietly under her breath, walking down the steps to the two guards keeping the mob at bay “which part of ‘keep them out’ was so fucking difficult to understand?” she hissed under her breath, scoffing quietly “you might as well just step aside and let them get at her. Do you guys have any idea what desperate people are willing to do? Get them the fuck out of here or at least out of our way, now” she ordered sternly, the guards looking between each other as Pamela, her guard and Yumiko tried to de-escilate the situation. “Seriously? What the hell were you guys doing this morning during the briefing? Sleeping?? My orders are Mercer’s orders and Mercer’s orders were to keep this place on lockdown and keep the mob from escalating the situation. And in case you both wondered: you BOTH failed” she snapped before turning to Yumiko who managed to settle the mob down a bit, a silence falling over the large station and Daisy straightened her back, stepping in to be in front of Pamela and next to Yumiko “I know you’re all angry and I understand your anger… hell, most of what I felt for years was anger… So please, listen to us when we tell you to go home. I will personally investigate everything closely-”

“And who the fuck are you?” one of the protesters asked angrily and Daisy clenched her jaw before taking a deep breath to ground herself “I’m Mercer’s personal cadet and I can assure you, that the Commander of the Commonwealth Army and I take this VERY seriously and will NOT stop until justice is served. REAL justice. So please, go home, be with your families…” Daisy shouted loudly, the people murmuring between each other and slowly the protesters began to leave, Daisy letting out a heavy sigh and Yumiko turned to her “that was… impressive. I half-expected you to threaten them with pain and death” she stated half-jokingly and Daisy watched them leave with a scoff “yeah? Well, there’s still time” she muttered bitterly, clenching her fists at her side and Yumiko nudged her shoulder “hey, you did good. You didn’t let your anger get the best of you. Be proud of that-”

“I’m definitely killing something later” she interrupted, mumbling under her breath before looking at Pamela “come on” she urged, Pamela looking between both Daisy and Yumiko “the friend you both have in common, Connie, the journalist. You guys don’t suppose she would have an idea who wrote that piece, do you?” Pamela asked calmly but there was an air about her as she spoke… as though she was vaguely threatening the two of them and Daisy almost scoffed, Yumiko shaking her head “it would surprise me if she did” Yumiko stated calmly and casually, Pamela looking at Daisy who raised a brow at her, Pamela’s stare burning into her and Daisy scoffed “you really need me to say it? First of all, Yumiko has known Connie longer than I have, second of all, no” Daisy explained before looking around “now let’s go, before they find out that they can overpower us if they really want to get to you” Daisy stated casually, Pamela smiling a little, a half-smile, half-smirk, something that made Daisy feel a dark twist in her gut. As Pamela turned to walk away, Daisy looked at Yumiko who nodded, Daisy following after Pamela to continue protecting her, as she was ordered to, Yumiko’s nod being a silent confirmation of what Daisy had already suspected. Connie wrote that piece, or at the very least knew who did.

The chanting of the mob became louder and louder, Daisy leading the charge towards the armored truck, walking in front of Pamela but still close to her, barely at arm’s length away. The people chanting ‘down with the Miltons’ didn’t help matters either, Daisy’s annoyance begin to get the better of her and she hand to clench her fists at her sides to not act, to not shout, to not push or threaten or twist someone’s arm (literally) to get them out of the way, as they reached the armoured car, Daisy saw the painted words on a nearby billboard, ‘The Miltons Are Murderers’. Daisy tried to bite her tongue but she couldn’t help a small smirk, making Pamela look at her with a frown “are you taking this seriously? You’re here to ensure my safety” she reminded Daisy and Daisy scoffed “an armoured truck will do better than me as a meat shield and oh, look! You’re in an armoured truck” Daisy joked dryly before leaning closer “I was one of the people your spoiled brat sent in. He threatened my nieces and nephew, he threatened me, my uncle, my aunt, my family. Your son is a problem. Fix it. One way or another. These people want blood but it doesn’t have to come to that-”

“And what do you suggest I do, then, hm?” Pamela asked sharply and Daisy raised a brow at her “you’re the governor, you’re supposed to be the people person. I’m just the human-hating cure for a race that’s utterly fucked no matter what we do” she pointed out before stepping back and closing Pamela’s car door, stepping back as she watched them drive away with her, a small smirk on her lips.

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“How do you know her?” Mercer asked Negan when he found him and Negan smirked “got a few things going on, can I give the sob story later?”

“No. She’s my recruit, I need to know her better than anyone else under my command. She’s volatile and aggressive, something you know how to navigate. I need to navigate it too if I’m going to keep her as my cadet and we both know that she needs that, but I need to get past her defenses. I don’t need to trigger something with her, she’s hostile enough as it is” Mercer pointed out dryly and Negan smirked as he looked down “you’ve got no idea” he muttered before sighing “listen, if you want to get to know her, you should really talk to her-”

“I have-”

“And she didn’t kill you? I think she might just respect you” Negan joked lightly and Mercer just stared at him “not fear?” he asked and Negan almost laughed, smirking as he looked around before shaking his head and looking back at Mercer “no. Not fear. Daisy doesn’t get scared like that, you couldn’t intimidate her even if you were the devil himself. There’s only one thing she’s scared of, you know, aside from the obvious shit…” Negan stated with a smirk, taking in Mercer’s stoic and emotionless expression, yet there was a waiting look in his eyes, he was waiting for Negan to continue and he nodded “listen, what she’s truly scared of, she’s already doing, so-”

“What?”

“Needles” Negan stated casually, stuffing his hands into his pockets casually. “She’s scared shitless of needles” he continued with a smirk before stepping closer “listen, we both don’t have time for this so I’ll speed things along. You think she’s volatile? You’re damn right she is, her fuse was lit a long time ago and it’s impossible to put out so the times that she does go off, you best stay well away or you’ll get shrapnell all up your ass” Negan joked quietly before giving Mercer an even bigger smirk “okay, listen, I’ll give you a bit of inside scoop, alright? Daisy feels everything intensely. She doesn’t feel anything halfway. If she hates, then she hates, if she loves, then she loves. It’s what she’s had to survive all those shit years out there outside those walls of yours, her loyalty is earned. Now I know you might order her around and all, but that doesn’t mean you have her loyalty” Negan pointed out “if you had her loyalty, she’d shoot herself in the foot if you asked her and not ask why. Hell, she’d shoot a lot more than a damn foot if you asked her to, herself included” Negan added with the same smirk on his lips as he took in Mercer’s reaction to his words, making him continue, “all the shit she’s had to do and witness? Even before the world went to shit, her mother was a drug addict that she had to clean up after. She’s had to be intense in order to hold onto people. With an unstable homelife with both parents, coupled with abuse, I mean, damn, it’s a surprise that she’s not worse off. She may be hostile, angry, damn near psychopathic,” Negan joked with the last bit “but it’s her. What she feels is what SHE feels. It’s her emotions and it’s always been HERS, her feelings have always been HERS. You want her loyalty? You want to know her, truly? To navigate her psychotic-ness and anger? You really want my advice? Get her to do something she likes, something she feels comfortable with, something where she doesn’t need to overthink everything or feel defensive, then ask your questions. You said you already talked to her, what was she doing then?”

“Archery-”

“See? You don’t need my help” Negan patted Mercer’s arm as he left, Mercer watching him leave with a small frown.

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Daisy was quiet as she walked into the apartment, the door still open as she stood there, surveying the dark living room, her shoulders a little slouched and the emptiness felt heavy. Normally, it was the other way around, since Daisy hadn’t been allowed to do anything. She’d wait for Victor to come home. Now… Now she couldn’t even wait for him to come home, because he wasn’t even within the walls… Somehow she was stuck at the doorway, the shitty lighting from the hall illuminating the room, the curtains still drawn from this morning and she felt sick… Victor always pulled them away, claiming that some light was healthy, that it would ‘make it seem like a sweet condo’. It felt wrong to be there, knowing that Victor wasn’t even within the same walls as her, it felt wrong and tasted bitter on her tongue, so when she heard over the PA system that there was a lockdown. It was one of a few things, one being walkers, another being Pamela initiated it to keep the mob from trying to rip her head off and her son’s. She honestly wasn’t sure which one she preferred, all she knew was that it’d only just hit her now how empty it was without Victor, knowing he was away with her uncle and the others, that Hornsby had probably gone mad and tried to kill them… she had no way of finding out if he was okay. Negan mentioned her uncle, but not Victor… but then again, he would have told her if he wasn’t alright, wouldn’t he? He would, right?... She was snapped out of it by the PA announcement repeating and she blinked away a few tears that she hadn’t noticed, wiping them from her eyes before closing the door to the apartment, locking it and leaving for the station immediately.

The second she arrived at the station, she saw Rosita and Mercer nearing a truck, Mercer nodding her over before throwing her a bag he was holding, Daisy catching it as she joined them by the truck “Marston, you’re on the gun” he ordered, Daisy climbing in behind them in the truck where the FN MAG 1958 was mounted, Daisy opening the bag Mercer had thrown her, looking inside and she sighed heavily in frustration, lifting up one of the items in the bag. A red helmet like the other soldiers were wearing. “Really?” She asked sharply and Mercer looked over his shoulder at her, taking in her look of being done with the world’s shit before looking ahead “wear it” he ordered and Daisy looked at Rosita who smirked at her with amusement, Daisy rolling her eyes as Mercer began to drive out with the others, reluctantly putting on her helmet, goggles and face mask. “So, what’s going on?” she asked as she threw the burlap sack to the side while Mercer was driving. “A swarm was spotted-”

“YES!” Daisy cheered, a large grin under her mask “finally!” she continued under her breath and Rosita chuckled slightly in amusement, Mercer trying to hide the small smirk on his lips, amused by Daisy’s excitement to finally do something, something useful other than playing bodyguard or walking around on ‘patrol’. Perhaps Negan was right, the way to get to know Daisy further was by letting her do something she liked and then asking whatever questions he had carefully and casually, without pressure. Plus, he’d get to see her in ‘action’. He’s seen her shoot a bow and save Pamela’s son from a walker, but aside from that, he hasn’t seen much of what she could do. This could be the perfect opportunity to gauge what she could do and how she works in the field.

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Hi! I just found your series Old Lady and now I’m wondering if it’s on ao3? If not that’s ok, I’ll totally read it on here. It’s like exactly what I’ve been searching for in a Chibs fic! 😍

Hello! Sorry, I'm unfortunately not on AO3. I might go there one day but currently om not, I'm so sorry! But it makes me VERY happy that you like my Chibs fic!! Thank you so much!!❤️❤️

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Riot

(Warnings: Some angst and an unexpected fluffy yet angsty reunion<3)

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The last thing Daisy expected was for Eugene to hesitantly approach her, fiddling with his hands nervously as he cleared his throat, keeping his gaze down, only glancing at her periodically “Delilah” he greeted and she studied him and his demeanor before sighing “what did you do?” she asked casually, Eugene frowning at her and she raised a brow at him “you’re nervous, fiddling. You only do that when you’re about to admit something. So, what did you do?” she asked casually as she continued to clean her rifle, Eugene once again clearing his throat awkwardly “well, I was wonderin’ if, perhaps…” he trailed off nervously and Daisy frowned at him, getting up after putting her rifle back together, nodding towards a small alley outside the station, walking towards it with Eugene following. “I-I am acutely aware of the many times I have broken your trust and I know that what I am about to ask is indeed quite-”

“Eugene. What do you need?” Daisy asked more sharply to cut off his rambling and he glanced around nervously before looking back at her “the heist, so to speak” he whispered and Daisy frowned “‘heist’??”

“Yes, the one Sebastian made you, Rosita and your uncle do” Eugene elaborated in a whisper and Daisy glanced around before looking back at him “how the hell-”

“Rosita” he explained quickly and Daisy sighed heavily “what are you asking me, Eugene?”

“A-A few like minded individuals with whom you and I both share acquaintances with-”

“Eugene” Daisy hissed sharply and he nodded “w-we have Rosita’s account of the… ‘event’, but to have yours as well, I-I mean you’re the cure! I-I heard they’re already running lab work on your blood and are almost ready to start trials-”

“Would you not shout that out loud, please?!” Daisy hissed to him, looking around nervously “I made a deal with Lance that what I am was kept secret and only on a need-to-know basis, but now you want me to shout it out to the world just so you’ll get more people to listen to you?! If what you’re trying to say is this important, then you shouldn’t need to use me as a buffer. It shouldn’t need it” she hissed angrily before storming off, leaving Eugene to sigh heavily. He needed her account on this as well, and he wouldn’t give up.

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The chanting and uproar of people felt almost deafening as Daisy walked next to Mercer, trying to get adjusted to her new armour, the red plates making her feel as though she was stuffed into a can. “Why red?” she asked over the shouting of the people and Mercer scoffed “so people know who you are.”

“I’ve spent basically my entire life avoiding that” she muttered and Mercer looked down at her “you’re my cadet, people need to know who you are-”

“Is that Rosita?” Daisy asked with a frown as she looked ahead among the protesters, Mercer following her with his soldiers as she jogged over to Rostia. “Rosita? What are you doing here?”

“Personal day” Rosita admitted and Daisy turned to Kelly, Magna and Connie, ‘personal day for you guys too?’ she signed with a smirk and Magna smirked “you could say that” she joked lightly, making Daisy look over her shoulder at Mercer before frowning, looking back at them ‘did you guys have something to do with this?’ she signed, watching them glance among each other and Daisy sighed as she looked at each of them before nodding ‘what do you need from me?’ Daisy signed casually, the three of them glancing between each other with slight confusion and Daisy gave them a faint smile ‘the thing about me is that I don’t need the details when it’s about my family and friends. Do you need me to do something?’ Daisy signed again and Connie stepped a little forward ‘do you know where Sebastian is?’ she signed and Daisy winced slightly “no, I try to avoid that asshole like he’s the plague” she admitted verbally instead of through sign language.

“Marston!” Mercer called and she turned around to look at him, sighing as he nodded her over and she looked back at the others “have to go. I’ll keep an eye out” she promised in a quiet voice before turning around and jogging back to Mercer. “We’re not staying here?”

“Got someone in processing” he muttered with annoyance and Daisy frowned at him “seriously? We have a literal protest that could become a riot-”

“Processing. Now” Mercer ordered and Daisy clenched her jaw as she watched him leave before reluctantly following, looking over her shoulder at her friends before following after Mercer.

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“So, I’m just going to wait out here-”

“No, you’re coming with me-”

“But-!... I-... I’m not a people person” Daisy hissed and Mercer raised a single brow at her “and you think I am?” he asked dryly and she sighed heavily, jaw clenched and she glanced at the door hesitantly before looking back at him “listen, I know I’m impulsive and defensive, it’s why I don’t do well with people-”

“I’m going in there, and so are you. No discussion” he ordered her sharply and she sighed heavily, hesitating before nodding “then it’s on you if I shoot or otherwise maim whoever is in there” she muttered, Mercer’s smirk showing only for a very brief second before he nodded and led them both into the room.

The last thing she expected when she walked into the room was to see him, Negan, her heart starting to race, a mix of joy and anger brewing in her like a rampant storm. “Marston” Mercer snapped, yet his tone wasn’t too harsh, her eyes moving to him instead and he raised a brow “you know this guy?” he asked and Daisy hesitated before shaking her head “no… just-... he looks a bit like my dad, that’s all…” she lied quietly, deciding in a split second to play the fool until she knew what the hell he was doing here, Mercer narrowing his eyes at her before nodding, as though accepting her lie as truth. Mercer walked around the table before standing on the other side of it, looking directly at the man they had put into processing. “You know me?” he asked briefly, “yeah. Word gets around in the wasteland.”

“So, no” Mercer concluded. “A friend told me about you. Said that I should ask for you when I came looking for her… April. When I came looking for April” he stated and Daisy felt her breath leave her lungs, her brows furrowing and she turned to the other soldier in the room “get him some water” she ordered, the soldier turning to Mercer who nodded after narrowing his eyes at Daisy, the man leaving the room and Daisy immediately walked over to Negan while taking off her glove, Negan standing up to hug her when she punched him instead, watching him stumble back a little, yet there was a smirk on his lips as he looked back at her and straightened back up again “yeah, I missed you too, princess” he muttered softly, Mercer sitting down in a chair while Daisy just glared at him. “Why are you here?” she asked sharply and Negan sighed lightly, his smirk gone, replaced by a sincere yet sad look in his eyes. “Ran into some trouble” he admitted, looking at Mercer “some shirt-and-tie wearing shit, and his clamshell assholes he runs with” Negan admitted and Daisy frowned, looking at Mercer before looking back at Negan.

“Alright, so who sent you?” Mercer asked and Negan smirked as he sat back down in his chair, looking at Mercer “I think you know who sent me. Daryl” he admitted and Daisy glanced at Mercer briefly before looking back at Negan “what happened? Is my uncle okay?” Daisy asked urgently and he looked up at her “well, I see you haven’t changed much. Still impatient-”

“And you’re still an ass” she pointed out and he smirked with amusement as he nodded and looked down “fair enough” he mumbled before sighing, looking between Mercer and Daisy as he talked “so, listen, this Hornsby prick, he’s been cutting us up out there, and we’re dealing with it. But see, the problem is that we got people in here to protect, too” Negan admitted, looking up at Daisy “even if some of those people have balls of steel the size of Texas” he added jokingly before looking back at Mercer “that’s my job” Mercer stated casually and Negan smirked ever so slightly “and yet, I was sent here anyway” he pointed out quietly, Mercer hesitating before speaking up again “I can’t just let you in. We got rules here” Mercer pointed out but Negan seemed mildly amused by this “rules? Right. Well, if no one else is playing by those rules, then why are you?” Negan asked calmly and Daisy looked at Mercer before sighing “I’ll vouch for him. If it’s worth anything, then I’ll vouch for him. Whatever happens will be on my head” Daisy stated with a casual shrug, Mercer scoffing quietly “you just punched the guy after lying to me about knowing him-”

“Would you have told the truth? Also yeah, I punched him, because he’s a dick who left without even saying goodbye because he was too much of a pussy to stay or even to say it himself” Daisy stated casually while looking at Mercer, Negan smirking with amusement as he looked down. “I definitely missed you too, princess” he muttered under his breath, Daisy looking down at him, fighting back the urge to smile a little when he smiled up at her.

“So, gonna give me a tour or what, princess?” Negan asked teasingly and Daisy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as much as she could in that armour of hers “believe it or not, I have a job” she stated with a scoff and Negan smirked “really? What poor human being did you intimidate into giving you a job?” he joked and Daisy raised a brow at him, a smug look on her face as she looked at Mercer, Negan turning to look at him as well and although his smirk didn’t falter, he looked down “ah…” he hummed in recognition “fair enough” he muttered, looking up at her “it is good to see you, I’m not lying-”

“You left without saying goodbye… I was even with you guys! And you just-... walked off” Daisy muttered bitterly and Negan nodded, his smirk gone, replaced by a look of sincerity that he knew Daisy secretly hated “I know… not all of us can have balls of steel like you” he stated and she sighed before looking back at Mercer “that protest could turn into a riot at any time” she noted and Mercer nodded “think you can handle yourself?”

“Better than any chickenshits you’ve trained” Daisy spat back and Mercer scoffed before nodding “go. Tell them I sent you. Keep things as civil as possible. I want you to protect the governor, they’re out for blood and for their sake, don’t let them have it” he ordered and she nodded, about to leave the room when she stopped and turned to face Negan, hesitating before sighing reluctantly “I missed you too, you know” she muttered, turning to point at Mercer “and I’m not wearing the helmet and goggles and face mask, no fucking way” she stated sharply before finally leaving, Negan smirking with a soft gleam in his eyes.

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Target Practice

(Warnings: This is basically just angst… yeah, it’s just angst lol)

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Daisy was quiet as she sat on her uncle’s desk next to him, legs hanging out over the edge, Daryl sitting in his chair, Rosita sitting in her own and Victor leaning against the nearby wall, knowing that if he stood too close to Daisy, he might be caught in the crossfire there would without a doubt be soon, at the very least he didn’t want to risk it, even though he knew she’d never hurt him, not in a million years, but it was more for her sake, not wanting to risk her feeling crowded or held back in any way. The doors swung open to reveal Sebastian as he walked in, a large grin on his lips, Daisy slowly lifting her head to watch him with a cold glare as he joyfully approached. “There. They. Are! So?” Sebastian asked gleefully, Daryl wordlessly pointing to the black duffle bags on his desk, glancing briefly at Rosita who glanced at Daisy, taking in the seething look in her eyes as she looked at Sebastian, her jaw clenched, hands gripping the edge of her uncle’s desk. Luckily Daryl sat so he was a little in front of her, a thin barrier between Sebastian and the hellfire that Daisy could unleash on him. And probably wanted to. It was instinctual for Daisy to rain fire down on those who’d risked or harmed her loved ones, and sending her uncle and a woman who was practically her aunt into a near suicide mission with no regard for their safety while also threatening their kids? That was worth raining down fire for. Daisy watched as Sebastian celebrated, continuing to display utter joy at the sight of the money and when Sebastian put down a thin stack of bills on Daryl’s desk, claiming it as their ‘cut’, Daisy nearly lost it. “Listen here, you bug-eyed, shrimp dicked piece of shit I swear to God if you ever-” Daryl had stood up and quickly caught Daisy before she could attack Sebastian, her chest rising and falling with anger as she stared Sebastian down. “Come on! We did it, guys!-”

“No. No, WE did it. All you did was hide away like the damn COWARD that you are!! Alves and Castle told us how many you sent in before us!! Sending in two teams I get, maybe three, possibly four, but 30 or 40?!” Daisy asked loudly with outrage, shaking her head at Sebastian “wait until I speak to your mother about this, about her pathetic, psychotic wimp of a son” Daisy stated with an eerie laugh, a grin on her lips “we’ll see if you’re laughing afterwards” she added, Sebastian scoffing “and who the hell are you?? Seriously? You think a nobody-”

“I’m the goddamn cure to humanity and I’ll rip your goddamn face off!” Daisy yelled, once again trying to advance on Sebastian but her uncle kept her in place. “What the hell are you talking ab-”

“You have no idea who you just fucked with” Daisy actually laughed as though the situation was funny. “Delilah” Mercer spoke up sharply and she turned to look at him, scoffing “what? Afraid he’s going to crawl to mommy and cy?! Afraid that she’s going to give you a slap over the hands for allowing her brat to do something this stupid and reckless?”

“That’s enough-”

“YOU DON’T GET TO ORDER ME AROUND-!”

“I do when you’re in my squad! Now; stand down!” Mercer ordered and Daisy halted completely, her heart racing in her chest and she studied him closely before closing her mouth, jaw clenched and tense, but she stood down. After Sebastian left, Daisy couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath, shaking her head as she stepped back from her uncle, hands on her hips as she paced a little, looking up at her uncle as she pointed towards the doors that Sebastian had disappeared through “that little shit is a problem” she stated harshly, Daryl scoffing quietly “you’re probably the same age-”

“Words can hurt, you know” Daisy joked dryly before looking at Mercer “he’s a problem… I know I’ve said I wanted to be on the force-”

“‘said’?? You’ve done nothing else except remind me” Mercer interjected calmly but Daisy just glided over his interruption “but working for that asshole? No. No, never-”

“You won’t be working for him, you’d be working for me” Mercer corrected and Daisy raised a brow at him as she stopped pacing “for you? What, like your secretary?”

“Apprentice more like” Mercer admitted with a straight face, Daisy’s entire posture easing up a little and she frowned, glancing at the others, Rosita, Daryl and Victor, before looking back at Mercer, her hands moving from her hips to crossing over her chest “your… apprentice? As in… what?”

“You don’t know what apprentice means?”

“Don’t be an asshole. I turned 10 the day after the dead started to walk and I barely attended school before that because I had to clean up after my junkie mom and her binges” Daisy explained sharply, Mercer smirking with slight amusement at her sharp tongue as he looked down “as in: I train you personally” Mercer elaborated and Daisy once again seemed shocked, her eyebrows raised and she hesitantly looked at her uncle, then Rosita, then glimpsing at Victor before quickly looking away from him, reminded of the book she found. “I-... I’ll get paid, right?”

“Really?”

“Judith’s birthday is coming up and I’m not giving her nothing” she admitted harshly to Mercer who rolled his eyes “we’ll figure something out. The important thing is that I saw you out there. I’ve never seen anyone so comfortable around walkers while still being on alert.”

“That’s because most people have something to worry about” she muttered, glancing at the others before sighing, looking at Mercer “I-... don’t do well with orders…”

“We’ll change that.”

“And I won’t wear the armour!”

“You’ll wear the armour.”

“No-”

“You’ll wear the damn armour! Take that as your first order” Mercer muttered and Daisy sighed heavily before nodding “alright then” she muttered, nodding to herself “I-... still have walker guts in my hair… I’ll-... see you tomorrow then?”

“Don’t be late” Mercer ordered sternly as she walked out and she gave a thumbs up as she left the station, Victor hesitantly speaking up, clearing his throat awkwardly “so… is it just me or has she been avoiding me?” he asked hesitantly, Daryl glancing at Victor, about to speak up when Rosita spoke up instead “she’s just stressed about a few things, just give her time” she stated briefly, Victor nodding hesitantly before pushing off the wall and leaving to get out of his armour now that the day was done. When he got back to their apartment, he could hear the shower was on from the closed bathroom door and he nodded to himself, Rosita’s words echoing in his head and so he decided to get ready for bed, to give Daisy the space that Rosita suggested.

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Daisy was quiet as she fired yet another shot at the make-shift dummy she’d set up, yet another arrow sticking out of it and she nocked another arrow, drawing the string back but just before she could let it loose, she heard the doors to the gym open and she spun around with the bow, aiming her arrow at the door until she saw who it was and she quickly lowered it. “Jesus fuck! You scared the shit out of me” she hissed at Mercer as he looked around with slight confusion “how the hell did you get your weapons back? And get in here?”

“The locks in this place sucks” was all she said as she let the arrow fly into the target she’d set up, lowering her bow as she looked at it, studying it. “That better not be me” he joked dryly and she scoffed, shaking her head “it’s not. Wrong gender” she dryly joked back and Mercer narrowed his eyes, continuing to approach “who is it, then?”

“It’s Mrs. None-Of-Your-Damn-Business” Daisy stated sharply, glaring lightly at Mercer who stared her down “if you’re gonna work for me, drop the attitude-”

“It doesn’t matter who the hell that’s meant to be-”

“That target looks like it’s been blasted with a shotgun which means you’ve been at this for hours” he pointed out and pointed at the dummy, Daisy sighing heavily as she looked away, her jaw clenched tightly. “It’s a person..” she muttered bitterly, glancing up at Mercer as he stared at her and she rolled her eyes, again. “It’s-... the woman who murdered my biological mother” she admitted before nocking another arrow and letting it loose, Mercer studying her with a slightly softer look and she scoffed at it, firing another arrow at the target “look at me like that again and this WILL be you” she warned and Mercer scoffed as he got into his own workout “didn’t know you were adopted” he stated casually and Daisy scoffed as she walked over to retrieve her arrows “I’m not. I mean… not really- why the fuck do you care?”

“Look, if this is gonna work, I’m gonna need to know you” Mercer pointed out with annoyance and Daisy sighed heavily with annoyance, ripping the last arrow out before returning to where she stood before. “No, I wasn’t adopted… I had a junkie mom who couldn’t give less of a shit about me, a junkie dad who was also a dealer who equally didn’t give a fuck about me and an uncle who was the only one to care about me” Daisy finally admitted reluctantly “my uncle raised me… the day before my birthday, my mom got high and brought over a friend to have sex with him… I took the gun under the sink, some pills that I had no clue what was, my favorite teddy bear and some sandwiches our neighbor had made for me when she saw me leave with a backpack, she thought I was going to school” Daisy admitted while firing arrows, Mercer studying her closely as she talked. 

“I knew the route to where my dad and uncle lived… I took the bus… There was a bunch of kids going on a field trip or something, I just blended in among them on the bus, then got off at my own stop and walked the rest of the way… my dad of course didn’t have time for me, so my uncle took me for ice cream to get me away from the house where my dad was with some half-naked woman” Daisy elaborated, gripping her bow tightly as she nocked another arrow and let it loose. “It was the day everything went to shit… we were at a convenience store, my uncle told me to pick out an ice cream while he got some cigarettes… he went to pay but no one was there so we went to leave but I saw the back… I went to see if someone was there but-... the owner was dead… he’d been shot and robbed, the safe was still open… I-... remember just standing there,” Daisy admitted with a frown, lowering her bow as she stared at nothing in particular “and-... I saw him twitch and move… just a little… I heard him groan and I thought-... he might still be alive, maybe… so I ran over and leaned down, I don’t know what I was thinking, it was stupid-”

“You were thinkin’ that he might be alive and needed help” Mercer interrupted softly and Daisy looked at him, hesitating before nodded briefly “I thought-... and then he opened his eyes and they were-... almost white… he reached for me… grabbed me by my hair and-... pulled me down, trying to bite me… my uncle managed to pick me up before he could, he ran all the way home with me” she admitted quietly, looking away from Mercer with an almost distant look on her face and a small frown on her face. She shook her head to snap herself out of her trance, clearing her throat and nocking another arrow on her bow “that give you your answer?” she asked sharply, Mercer studying her before nodding softly “just about…” he muttered and Daisy glared at him “what more do you want to know?!”

“Your strengths, your weaknesses, I need to know what triggers you and what-”

“My strengths? Bow, hunting, sharpshooter, tracking. My weaknesses? What the fuck do you want me to say to that? ‘I care too much’?? Well I don’t. I couldn’t give a shit less about the people here except my family. My uncle kept me alive and taught me everything I know about how to survive. Rosita was there for me when my only reason for existing was crushed. Judith and RJ are the siblings of my first boyfriend and my first love and best friend. Carol has been there since almost the beginning, she’s like my aunt and has helped raise me. Ezekiel was her husband and has been like an uncle and friend to me ever since I’ve known him, wanting nothing but the best for me and my family from the very second I met him. Eugene-... Eugene and I have a complicated relationship but he’s a good man, he’s grown from the first time I met him. Jerry and his family are good friends whom I have survived and stood with, united and as a family. Those are the people I care about. I care about Aaron in Alexandria, I care about Gabriel, he’s the one who inadvertently convinced me that there was hope out in the world, that I could be that hope and that my existence was something to act on. Coco is the daughter of someone I was very close to, a friend whom I’ve known since the first time I was bit when I was almost fourteen. That’s the people I care about, that’s my triggers and that’s my strengths and weaknesses” Daisy hissed sharply.

Mercer studied her a while longer before looking down “what’s her name?” he asked, Daisy looking at him with a small frown of confusion and Mercer looked back up at her, gesturing briefly to the dummy and Daisy’s back straightened a little more as she tensed up, looking back at the dummy, clenching her jaw in anger “Alpha” she responded quietly, firing another arrow at the dummy, hitting it straight where the heart should be. Daisy hesitated, her hand clenching tightly around her bow before sighing heavily, looking up briefly before looking back down again “her name was Alpha…” she elaborated quietly “I don’t know what it was before, but she called herself Alpha, even made her own daughter call her that… I’ll give that to Lydia, if nothing else, we have shit mothers in common” she dryly joked to herself, looking back up at the dummy while she put her bow down and undid her fingerless glove on the right hand that she always wore no matter the weather, lifting it up to show the bite mark on it, turning to look at Mercer. “Unlike the others, I chose this one” she admitted before putting her glove back on “it’s why it’s not covered with tattoos. I didn’t choose the other bites, or the scratches, but this one? I chose this one. I got it from Alpha’s severed undead head” she admitted bluntly as she gathered her things, walking past Mercer to exit the gym “don’t be late” she mirrored his words in a monotone voice, Mercer watching her leave before scoffing quietly, looking down with a small smirk before moving on with his workout.