𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"What are you doing here?" Scott spits out when we arrive home to find our father in the kitchen with Isaac.

"I could ask you the same thing" Dad retorts.

"Free period. We're doing group study" Stiles blatantly lies.

"Who's she?" Dad nods at Meredith.

"She's my girlfriend" Stiles lies again, trying to wrap an arm around the girl but she looks at him in disgust and curls into me to get away from him.

"You're not my type" Meredith states and I can't help the snort of laughter I let out, causing Scott to pinch my side.

"Well, obviously, we have a lot to talk about. We should maybe take this upstairs?" Stiles suggests.

"He's my type" Meredith adds, looking directly at Isaac and I tilt my head to have a good look at the boy since I haven't really looked before.

"Yknow, I totally understand that, Mer" I hum with a nod, patting her arm and Issac shrugs modestly with a little smile.

"Okay... Isaac, you can come, too" Stiles grits out in clear annoyance.

Stiles ushers the girl and Isaac out the room, Isaac grabbing my wrist to tug me along with him which I smile at. My smile falters when my father grabs my upper arm and gives Isaac a firm look that has the boy chasing after Stiles.

"That wasn't nice" I frown at my father.

"Hey, Dad? I'll explain all of this later" Scott tells him.

"I don't care that you're not in school. I know your grades are fine" He aims the last sentence at my brother and gives me a look that tells me he's disappointed in my grades, but I don't react "All I want to do is talk"

"Now's really not a good time..." Scott drawls off.

"Scott, we need to talk" Dad stresses.

"Okay, well have fun talking. My ability to be everyone's type is needed upstairs" I declare, roughly pulling my arm out of my father's hold.

"Natalia" He snaps, expecting me to obey like a good little girl but I look him dead in the eyes with a glare.

"You forget that I know what you've done, father. I'm not needed right now" I snap right back at him and stride past him to the stairs without looking back.

I sprint up the steps like my ass is on fire and burst into my room, three sets of eyes looking at me in surprise.

"You shook your dad?" Isaac smiles.

"Oh, I shook him alright" I snort, walking over to stand between Stiles and Isaac, both boys towering over me "Oh, wow. Yknow what I've just realised? This is like my dream threesome"

I wink at Isaac and he blushes a little, elbowing me playfully as I grin. Meanwhile Stiles glares at me so I bat my eyelashes at him and smile mischievously.

"What have I told you about flirting? Enough, Natalia" Stiles scolds me like I'm a child and Isaac whistles lowly.

"Sorry, dad" I scoff before I huge smirk curls at my lips "Or would you rather I call you da-"

"Enough!" Stiles warns me and I share an amused grin with Isaac.

"Lydia? You mean, the red-haired girl" Meredith suddenly remembers and I suddenly remember that she's in the room at all, sat on the bed in front of us.

"Yes! Yes! Good! Progress! Now, all you got to do is tell us where she is" Stiles claps his hands and nods.

"Okay! Okay" Meredith agrees, giving us hope before smashing it to pieces "If she tells me"

"I beg that you tell me you're joking" I plead.

"If she tells you? Can you ask her?" Isaac questions in confusion.

"I already did" Meredith smiles happily.

"Perfect. Perfect! What did she say?" Stiles asks curiously.

"She says...she doesn't want to be found" Meredith answers awkwardly and I frown deeply.

"That's good, too. Okay..." Stiles breathes out, getting very irritated so I pat his back.

"Of course she doesn't" I huff, grabbing both Stiles and Isaac by the wrists "Huddle time, boys"

I drag them over to Scott's bathroom, letting Meredith hum to herself as she looks around Scott's room quizzically.

"What if we like intimidate her into telling us? Like show her some teeth, glowing eyes..." Isaac drawls off.

"Absolutely not. She could go more insane than she already is" I protest.

"I'm just saying-" He argues.

"Isaac, we're not going to torture her" Stiles says dramatically.

"I meant scare her-" Isaac tries to explain but he's cut off again.

"We're not going to psychologically torture her, either!" Stiles objects.

"Fine" Isaac grunts "How about this. You said she hears things, right?"

"He did say that" I confirm.

"Doesn't that mean she's like Lydia? A Banshee?" Issac questions.

"You are a genius, Lahey" I gasp, darting out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with the boys on my tail.

I stand in front of Meredith and snap my fingers in her face to snap her out her daze, causing her to look up at me.

"Hi, Mer. Can you you do something for me?" I ask her.

"Depends what it is" She hums in an unsure tone.

"Can you tell me if you hear anything?" I elaborate and she nods in agreement, making me smile.

"Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you" Stiles tells the girl.

"On what you're hearing" Isaac adds.

"Just focus on the silence" Stiles counters.

"Listen to the silence" Isaac says and I bite my fist to muffle a laugh.

"Focusing on the silence" Stiles repeats.

"Listening to the-" Isaac starts but he's heatedly cut off by a pissed looking Stiles.

"Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac? Please? I just- I have more experience with Banshees" Stiles sasses the Lahey boy.

"Yeah, and mental patients" Isaac mutters bitterly and I slap the boy upside the head with a firm scolding expression that makes him frown like a child.

"Isn't anyone going to get that?" Meredith questions us.

"Get what?" Stiles asks in confusion.

"The phone" Meredith answers as if he's stupid.

"What phone?" Stiles continues to be confused.

"The phone!" Isaac snaps.

"Your phone is ringing, Stiles" I tell him like he's a child and he then understands.

"Oh, the phone! My phone, yes..." Stiles nods, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear "Hello? Yes, she's actually sitting right here"

"It's for you" Stiles adds, handing the phone to Meredith.

The three of us watch the Eichen House patient sit in silence with the phone to her ear for a few moments before she nods and hands the phone back to Stiles.

"They say 'coup de foudre'" She informs us.

"Coup de- what? What is that, Spanish?" Stiles questions and Isaac shakes his head, confused himself.

"Here I was, thinking that you two were smarter than me" I scoff braggingly.

"French. It's French" My brother bursts into the room, completely stealing my thunder and I glare at him.

"I was gonna say that!" I whine.

"Sure you were, Natty" Stiles snorts, patting my back "Lucky your brother saved your ass"

"Remove your hand or I will bite you, Stilinski" I warn him and he snatches his arm away from me very quickly.