"So, when did you get there?"

The police had arrived at the substation only minutes after Kira had been found, finding the five teenagers plus an electrocuted Barrow dead on the ground. Unfortunately, it hadn't been Sheriff Stilinski to find them, it had been Agent McCall, who of course did not know about the supernatural.

"At the same time," Stiles answered from beside Harper as the pair sat squashed on the same couch.

Kira and Scott were on the one next to them while Lydia sat comfortably in a single chair, her arms folded across her chest as she waited for Scott's dad to let them go. It had been a very, very long night and the kids just wanted to go back to their homes and sleep.

"At the same time as who?" McCall interrogated further.

"At the same time as me," Scott answered for the Stilinski boy.

"By coincidence?"

"What do you mean coincidence?" Stiles asked.

"That's what I'm asking you," Scott's dad huffed, "the two of you arrived at the same time. Was that coincidence?"

There was a small silence before Scott frowned, "are you asking me?"

"I think he's asking me," Stiles disagreed.

"I think he's asking the both of you," Lydia cut in.

"Let me answer the questions," Agent McCall snapped.

Sheriff Stilinski raised his eyebrows in amusement from where he was sat in his chair in the desk behind Raphael McCall. Scott scoffed slightly and Stiles tried to contain his smugness.

"Let me ask the questions," Raphael huffed, Stiles shooting him a sarcastic wink, "just so I have this absolutely clear: Barrow was hiding at the chemistry close at the school, someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to kill Kira. Then Barrow took Kira to a power substation and tied her up with the intent of electrocuting her, which blacked out the entire town."

"Right," Harper blinked at how unrealistic it sounded coming from Raphael's lips.

He spoke as if they were stupid, which to be honest, if she had no idea about the supernatural she would think so too.

"How did you know he would take her to the power station?" The tall man questioned.

Stiles thought quickly, knowing, of course, he couldn't tell him about Lydia's freakish ability.

"Well, we knew he was an electrical engineer... So where else would he take her?" The hazel-eyed boy sent a small smile to Harper, knowing they were going to get away with this.

Raphael scoffed, "That's one hell of a deduction there, Stiles."

Stiles smirked, "well, what can I say? I take after my pops. He's in law enforcement."

He sent a wink and pointed at his father. Sheriff Stilinski snorted, trying to conceal his amusement in the back of his hand when Raphael turned to look at him. He played it off as a cough.

"Stiles, just uh... just answer the man."

"We made a good guess," Stiles deadpanned.

Pursing his lips, Raphael turned to his son and Kira before asking what they had been doing.

"Eating sushi," Kira answered at the same time as Scott said, "eating pizza."

They stared at each other for a second before switching answers, causing the two to cringe simultaneously.

"Eating sushi and pizza," Kira and Scott corrected in unison.

Raphael turned to the older man behind him, "you believe this?"

"To be honest, I haven't believed a word Stiles has said since he learned how to speak. But I think that these kids found themselves in the right place at the right time and that girl sitting right there is very lucky for it," Noah responded.

"Kira, is that how you remember it?"

The Japanese girl in question hesitated until the four teenagers either side of her leaned in, almost daring for her to say otherwise.

"Yes," she nodded, "could I get my phone back now?"

Raphael shook his head, "Sorry, but no," he handed the phone sealed in an evidence bag to another officer, "Kira, a deputy's gonna take you home but we're gonna need you to fill out some paperwork first."

"Come on," Stiles gently grabbed Harper's arm, leading her out of the sheriff's station.

...

"Shh," Harper whispered as Stiles tripped over his own feet, almost landing on the floor, "Harry and Melissa are asleep and Scott's awake."

Stiles chuckled as he moved to hover above her, his elbows supporting his weight from crushing her tiny frame that laid along her bed. He didn't say anything but leaned down, his lips connecting with hers. Harper kissed back hungrily, her hands running through his hair.

"I love it when you wear white shirts," she admitted, her fingers going down to his broad shoulders and then his biceps.

Stiles smirked a little, his large hand cupping the side of her face before they kissed again. The brunette reached down and pulled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and messing his hair up a little in the process.

"Yeah?" Stiles' fingers traveled from her cheek down to her stomach before he wrapped his hands around her waist, "I like it when you wear no shirt."

In one swift motion, Stiles had pulled the maroon tee she was wearing off, leaving her in only her favourite black bra. His lips attached themselves to her collarbones, sloppily making their way down to the top of her breasts.

A bang came from Harper's bedroom door, causing both of them to jump apart.

"Please, guys," Scott pleaded from the other side, "as much as I love and support you both, some of us have supernatural hearing that even headphones won't block out."

Blushing, Harper picked her shirt back up and put it on. Stiles climbed off of her bed and swung the door open, not caring if he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Really, dude?" He huffed, "Come on, Harps."

"Where are we going?" Harper asked as she picked up her phone.

Stiles shot Scott a smug look, "my house, or more specifically my bed."

Harper almost choked at the horrified look on Scott's face as the werewolf quickly turned and rushed back to his room. Leaning up, Harper flicked Stiles' jaw and grabbed his hand.

"You're so mean," she chuckled, "What about your shirt?"

Stiles shook his head, rushing down the stairs, "time is a precious thing, Harper!"

...

Harper hummed quietly to herself as she placed some books in her locker, her head down and away from all of the other chattering students. Stiles and Scott had rushed off somewhere as soon as they got into the school, something about lacrosse, leaving the small brunette to her own devices.

Out of the corner of her eye, Harper caught a glimpse of a very familiar Japanese girl alone, her movements almost frantic as she slammed her locker shut and started to walk in another direction. Closing her own locker, Harper threw her bag over her shoulder and rushed after the girl.

"Kira!" She called, waving her hand around a little, "hey, Kira, wait up!"

Kira paused in her tracks, smiling bashfully at the Empath who had jogged to catch up. Harper noticed how timid Kira was, despite how beautiful and smart she seemed. She wondered why.

"How are you?" Harper asked casually as they walked in sync, "did you sleep well last night? You know, after all of that stuff."

The Yukimura girl smiled sweetly, "I'm good," her voice was quiet, "thanks to you and your friends. I don't know what I can do to repay you all."

Harper shook her head, "you don't have to do anything for us, trust me. We're all just glad you're okay."

"Really?" Kira sounded surprised.

Scoffing, the brunette nodded her head, "of course. I don't know what kind of crowd you hung around with where you used to live, but my friends and I are like family. Looking out for each other is kinda what we do."

"I've never had that before," the ebony haired girl admitted.

"Now that I think about it, maybe you can repay us," Harper grinned cheekily, "come and sit with my friends and me at lunch. If you're feeling really thankful, you could buy me a slice of pizza."

Kira laughed, "are you heading to the cafeteria now? I can-"

She was cut off by Harper being pulled back gently by the arm, causing both girls to stop. Harper looked up at the very familiar face of her boyfriend, her eyebrows raised.

"Hey," she greeted lightheartedly, "Kira and I were just talking about-"

"I need to talk to you," Stiles interrupted urgently, looking behind her at Kira, "alone."

Harper didn't miss the hurt look on Kira's face as Stiles began to drag her down the hall, not even allowing for her to say goodbye to the new girl. Scowling slightly, Harper allowed for herself to be dragged, waiting for the appropriate time to start telling her boyfriend off.

He swung open the doors of the school, the sunshine immediately hitting against their faces and warming their skin up. They moved down the steps until they were in a private spot, away from all of the other teenagers eating their lunches and chatting.

"Couldn't it have waited?" Harper sighed, "I was in the middle of talking to-"

"Kira, I know," Stiles cut her off once again, "but like I told Scott this morning, we don't talk to Kira."

Harper placed her hands on her hips, "why the hell not?"

Stiles noticed the spark that he had set off behind his girlfriend's eyes, but instead of putting it out, he just continued to add gasoline to the flame. Not a very smart decision, he knew, but Stiles didn't seem to make many of those nowadays.

"Because until we know what she is, I don't think she's particularly safe to be around," the hazel-eyed boy explained quickly, "we don't know why Barrow wanted to kill her, or how she survived being electrocuted with that many gigawatts. Even Scott couldn't survive that. I don't know how she's even alive."

Harper understood what he was saying but rolled her eyes anyway, frustrated.

"But she seems so nice, and she told me that she had never had any good friends before," Harper mumbled, "plus, she seems to make Scott happy, and he hasn't been happy since Allison and he broke up."

Stiles pursed his lips, "listen, I get what you're saying. She seems nice enough, I know, but we don't know anything about her. Just like how we never expected Jennifer."

"This sucks," Harper pouted.

"Until we know more about her..."

"Yeah, yeah, no talking to Kira."

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my votes and comments per chapter have gone down dramatically. am i doing something wrong??? x