chapter 1

[𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝟗 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬]

Scott and Stiles sheepishly looked at the floor, not noticing the pure look of exasperation thrown at them by the Sheriff. They were aware that some of their "questionable choices" would be laid out in the movies, but the teenagers would have liked it better if they could have kept the same level of secrecy. Besides, they weren't many instances when the whole department had been called to the preserve and it was only fair they would watch how both highschoolers foolishly got involved in a myriad of issues. What had started as a meaningless outing to discover some gruesome details turned into a nightmare - but still, they were thankful for some of the experience they had gone through in order to finally get here.

Stiles' faltered under the gaze of the McCall matriarch who had somewhat guessed what they would be witnessing. She quickly took her fathers' hand in hers and smiled at him in the sweetest manner she could muster right now. "Dad, my lovely father, the prune of my eyes, the light of my life...just remember I am sorry for everything you are about to watch."

"She's clearly your daughter Tones," whispered James Rhodes in his best friend's ear. He had not been surprised by the news of an offspring - rather surprised that it was the first time that a claim had stuck. But the fact that she had decided not to contact her billionaire and genius father when she could get anything out of him ? Yes, that had endeared her to the Lieutenant Colonel. It was her caramel eyes that had sealed the deal : they were identical to Tony's and reminded him of the little boy he had met at MIT. The same kid that he had been protecting for more than twenty-five years now. It seemed only fair to join him in this new adventure - especially if he got to learn more about his niece and meet her daughter (the prospect of that was just too interesting to pass over : Tones was a grandfather).

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧-𝐮𝐩𝐬, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝]

[𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 & 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: [𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲] 𝐀𝐇𝐇! 𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇! 𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇!

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?!

Melissa looked exasperated at the screen before turning her attention towards the two teenagers that she had raised with Noah's help. Many people had tried to convince them to put some distance between Stiles and Scott since they were both too close and that it was unconventional for a boy and a girl to have that type of friendship. But both of them were as thick as thieves - as sometimes behaved like they were twins. Instead, they had decided to regulate their interactions and make sure they were aware of the boundaries dictated from societal norms. It was clear from what they could see that they had not listened enough (or barely at all knowing Stiles).

"How many times do I have to tell you to use the front door ?," asked Melissa, amused by the situation, especially since the famous Tony Stark was glaring daggers at her son.

"It's impractical," mused the brunette. It seemed like her friends agreed with her since Malia quickly acquiesced and hugged her best friend.

Tony finally understood why his parents kept on berating him on his behavior throughout his teenage years. He barely knew Stiles and he already wanted to protect her from everything : just the sight of the same brown orbs as him looking at him from a distance was enough to break his heart. It was jarring to watch her past with other people he barely knew, but he decided to stick to it.

Meanwhile, Klaus and Elijah were gritting their teeth. Of course the doppelganger would have already ensnared her entourage. That was exactly how the seductresses worked : they all shared the same methods, even centuries apart. The hybrid tried to hide his...discomfort at the sight of Stiles and her easiness with "Scott". He never felt that way towards the other versions of her that had shared the same face and he hoped it was due to the fact they currently shared a daughter that had done the impossible to save their lives.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭?

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: [𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝] 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐞... 𝐖𝐡𝐚? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 !

Katherine clapped her hands and looked at Elena with all the disdain she could currently muster towards her doppelganger. "See ? That's how I expect you to behave when you have a face like that," berated the older vampire. It was a point of contention between the both of them - and the Bulgarian woman did not understand how the small town girl did not understand the depths of their beauty. Wars and conflicts had been waged for far less, so it was finally nice to meet a copy of herself that shared the same views towards their physical appearance. She decided not to mind the hateful glares she received from the group she had come from and huffed in exasperation before joining the group of heroes. "I don't belong here with the morals and values you all must have, but you're the least susceptible to give me murder urges," informed the brunette before sitting with them.

Most of them were perplexed since they were confronted with three women who were completely different, yet looked the same. Now that they had been separated between the groups, it was easier to pinpoint the differences between them. The only one that seemed somewhat completely at ease with the situation was Stiles - no sacrifice or running away where she had been involved, so no fear towards the mighty Klaus.

"Did I just meet a version of Stiles just as...conceited as our own version ?," asked Derek in bewilderment. He had issues coping with one of them, he was not sure he could deal with three exact copies without throwing himself from a cliff at the first opportunity that presented itself.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝-- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: [𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬] 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

[𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞-𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐍𝐨, 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲!

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝?

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: [𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬] 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭-- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Noah huffed and looked at his daughter, trying to put on a show of how disappointed he was in front of the other adults. But...by now, he was used to her antics and had reprimanded her enough for her adventures. Doing so again would just be a hindrance, but he did not wish to be judged by the likes of Starks and the Avengers. Most of them did not have a child - but he was sure they would gladly pinpoint any flaw in his parenting of Stiles. "Seriously ? My confidential phone calls ?," asked the Sheriff.

"It's like you wanted me to listen to you !," Stiles tried to defend herself - in vain. She caught the amused look of her biological father and she could not help but offer him a smile. Her whole life, she had been adamant about driving a wedge between the both of them. Now that they were meeting, she felt a sort of familiarity with him she could not explain. It was something she did not even feel towards the copies of her that were currently glaring daggers at each other. She was glad not to be included in that rivalry, it would be confusing to keep track of who's talking, even for her. A few feet from her, her father's daughter (did they get married in that alternate future?) was looking at her, sizing her up. Even his siblings were following his stance, making her suddenly nervous of their obvious attention.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐞𝐩'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: [𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲] 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭! 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐇𝐮𝐡! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐀𝐧𝐝, 𝐮𝐡... 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: [𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝] 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥.

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

Tony grunted at the screen, even though he was somewhat amused by the similarities between his daughter and him. It was clear she had also inherited his hard-headedness and having the same resources as the Sheriff had just enabled her at continuing some of her mischief. Her friendship was Scott also reminded him of his relationship with Rhodes : the same feeling of fraternity they had shared when they had just met each other. They did not know the depths of their closeness, but both of them could easily guess that Scott and Stiles meant the world to each other.

Not far from them, a certain hybrid was glaring at the screen like his eyes could burn through them. His wolf had been silent from the moment he had broken the curse, but he had suddenly awakened when he smelled some other wolves on Stiles' skin from a distance. Watching her with another man was not helping his transition into that life where he was supposed to be a father to a teenager (a teenager ten times stronger than him).

Peter laughed wholeheartedly at what he was currently watching. He had been laying down in the forest, looking for viable candidates to add to his pack. In hindsight, he should have chosen to bite the hyperactive geek instead of the brooding kid : it would have made his whole life easier.

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: [𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠] 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 : 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐢.

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭!

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧!

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬! 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩!

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬! 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬!

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝟗 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤]

Even Hope could not hold her laughter when she saw her mother fall and ridicule herself. Everyone was making fun at the situation, even her grandfather the Sheriff. It was still shocking for her to be currently sitting with her whole family : the Mikaelsons, the Starks and the Stilinskis. That situation had been a far-away dream for the tribird, a situation she would only dream about. Thanks to the Mystic Arts and the guilt that had been plaguing Strange after Iron Man's death, she had been able to come back and prevent certain events from happening.

"That's how it is ? Betraying your own flesh and blood ?," asked her mother, looking amused at the situation. Seeing her so young and...lively was shaking Hope to her core, but she was determined to pull a facade and reassure Stiles Stilinski of her intervention. Nothing would happen to her for as long as Hope would be standing, which knowing her, would be a hell of a long time. It was now just a matter of convincing her father, the famous and scary Klaus Mikaelson, to fall in love all over again with the same face that had destroyed more than a thousand years of his existence.

𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐘: 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝-- 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧...

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐲]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: [𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬] 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐃𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: 𝐒𝐨, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐮𝐡, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐍𝐨. 𝐇𝐞𝐡...

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: ...𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.

"That's such a Tony thing to say," said an amused Rhodes. This time, he said it loud enough to attract the attention of several people around them. Little did he know how much he would be heard by most of them since they were supernatural.

Even the Mikaelsons were surprised : the Petrovas were a lot of things, but mischievous and full of "teenage innocence" was not it. From the get go, they had trouble reconciling the image of the doppelgangers they knew with the Stiles they were watching on the screen. Maybe it had been Hope's intervention that had influenced their reaction towards her mother, but it was just difficult to hate her on principle only when they knew they had welcomed her in their midst once upon a time.

Damon and Stefan were currently in turmoil : none of them were aware of the existence of another Petrova descendant. They had worked relentlessly in order to protect Elena because of their feelings, but the fact that they were feeling the same protectiveness towards Stiles' was perplexing. Was it only their physical attributes that had enchanted the two brothers ? Even Bonnie and Caroline had noticed something wrong with them, while Damon's girlfriend was too busy bickering with Katherine to notice what had been going on around her.

Lydia smiled at the scene, remembering it was a period of time where she had loathed Stiles and her presence out of sheer jealousy. The redhead had always felt threatened by the brunette : even though she was not popular, she was just as pretty and just as smart as Lydia and it had prevented her from trying to know her. Being the most popular girl on campus had taken a toll on her and she had turned into her own petty version of "Mean Girls". But even then, the Sheriff's daughter had been too nice to hold it against her.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞?

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐖𝐡𝐨, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭?, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.

[𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞... 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞...

[𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭?

[𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 "𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲."

[𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧!" 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞].

"There is something called a phone, you dumbass !," exclaimed the teenager, looking at her best friend in shock at his lack of awareness and stupidity. How he could think she would ditch him in the middle of the woods while a supposed killer was around, she did not know. But she thought she had taught the boy some survival skills, and getting all worked up at the first sign of discomfort was not it. Stiles was nonetheless curious about watching the following minutes : she would finally learn how her brother from another mother (and father) had been bitten.

Even Klaus was intensively watching the screen, amused by his future (maybe ?) partner. She could barely sit still and hold into place, even while speaking to her father. He was kind of jealous of the relationship they seemed to have : he had accepted her explanation without any fuss and with barely any reprimand. He could only wish he mirrored the same behavior with his daughter when he had been around her.

Like she read his mind, Hope walked towards him and took his hand in hers, smiling at him with her twinkling blue eyes. "You were the best father I could have asked for, don't you worry," informed him Hope. He scoffed, like the notion of him worrying was too far fetched, but her smile showed she understood him. Hum, maybe having an offspring had its advantages after all.

Tony was jealous - but not for the same reasons. Noah Stilinski seemed totally at ease in his role as a father, even in the face of adversity or teenage rebellion. A part of him kept on assuring him the separation between him and Stiles was the best outcome he could have hoped for - after all, he would never have been as good as a father as the Sheriff. He could see it in the soft brown eyes that were looking at her father in adoration, barely giving him the attention he was so clearly seeking from her. Even Pepper looked at him in some sort of pity, understanding his inner turmoil.

[𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲]

[𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭-- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞]

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦]

[𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇!

[𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐔𝐕, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝]

Most of the people present in the theater screamed at the scene, looking worriedly at the teenager that was currently sitting within their midst. It was surprising to see him so detached while witnessing his own assault in the middle of the forest - which confirmed to the most insightful of them that the teenagers were somewhat used to traumatic experiences. Even Tony and Rhodes shared a conspiratory glare, worried about the ramifications of what they were about to learn.

Klaus was looking at his siblings,trying to understand what they had just watched. Stiles had been untouched by the attack, which meant she was still human. They had not been informed of her situation when she had given birth to Hope, the latter being secretive of the path her mother had taken before bringing her to the world. The only thing she had deemed it necessary to change was something called a nogitsune, who would make it his mission to destroy Stiles and her companions. That was why she had decided to come back in this time and not later - because it had deeply affecter her mother's health, both physically and mentally.

He wanted to get closer to her, sit next to her like his inner wolf was ordering him to, but she was surrounded by other wolves and was currently hugging her adoptive father. He spared a glance to the famous superhero he had heard so much about, a man who should not even be remotely related to the Petrovas and yet, had given birth a doppelganger.

"You didn't say anything !," screamed Melissa, hitting her son on the shoulder. She had understood that Scott would always feel the need to hide some aspects of his life in order to protect her, but she was tired of being pushed away while he was getting hurt. Even Stiles needed her !