"They were just friends, that spoke like lovers. And that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love each other."

    Indigo's POV

  Allison pulled into the gas station, maybe a few miles from her house. I was staying over tonight, but Allison said she needed to fill up. So, Allison hopped out of the car and opened the gas tank cover, pushing a few buttons on the gas pump.

   "Have you and Scott talked about that night?" I asked, getting out of the car as well. I walked around the trunk and stood in front of her.

"Just- about how worried he is about me being alone. Constantly." She sighed. "What about Stiles?"

    "I had to hear from Derek that a hunter dressed as a deputy tried to hurt him. I was pretty angry, but he's okay. We're okay." I nodded. The smirk on Allison's face made me crack a smile, her breaking into laughter.

    A ding noise went off and we both looked to see a man getting on a motorbike. He was putting his helmet on, before smiling at us, and riding away.

"Okay, strange." I shrugged, looking back to the number dialing up on the screen. Suddenly, everything went dark. The pump stopped, the lights flickered off. Nothing.

   "Okay, strange-er." I shakily spoke. Allison quickly nodded.

"Let's just go."

   She pulled out the gas pump and shut the cover, hopping back in. I ra ot my side and hopped it, seeing Allison's wide eyes at the empty key hole.

"They were right here." She quietly spoke.

    "Did you drop them?" I wondered.

We both hopped out to look on her side, looking down around the concrete. Nothing.

    A small scream echoed and I looked up to see no Allison. Hands gripped my shoulders and a bag with slipped over my face, before they started dragging away as I struggled.

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   I sat on a wooden chair now, hands tied behind me, cloth wrapped around my mouth and the bag still on my head. Someone ripped that off, revealing Mr. Argent in front of me. Allison was next to me, tears in her eyes as she looked to her father.

   "Ever wonder what happens if a hunter gets bitten? Ever wonder what happens if you get bitten? What do you think your father would do if either of you got bitten? What do you think he'd have to do?" A voice echoed around the old empty house we were in.

I struggled more and something came loose, but not enough. Allison was struggling just as hard, like her father was.

   "When all it would take to change everything is one bite."

The same man from the gas station, the one with the bike, walked behind Argent, who wasn't struggling anymore. He held out a phone and, just then, Argent broke free, breaking the chair. He unwrapped his hands and grabbed the phone.

"One bite-" The phone spoke, Argent hitting the stop button.

    "Everything changes." Her dad nodded.

"Is this how we're going to do daughter-father talks from now on?!" Allison snapped angrily.

"No, this is how we're going to train you. Both of you." He looked to us.

   I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm not an Argent. I mean, I would like to fight like Allison does. When that lizard thing almost attacked us, Allison went into fight mode, grabbing knifes and challenging it. I stood there, frozen. Scared to death.

Not something I enjoyed feeling.

   "Do you know why we use arrows?" Her dad asked.

"They can't heal until it's taken out." Allison answered.

He turned to the motorcycle guy, who handed him a snapped in half arrow.

   "Look familiar?" He looked to Allison. I raised my eyebrows and looked to her. Is that what she used to stop a deputy from killing Isaac?

             Nice.

 "You were going to kill him." She snapped.

"That's the hard choice we make." Her father responded. "But it wasn't my choice."

   "Gerard." Allison angrily snipped.

"No." He shook his head. He walked over to Allison, behind her chair.

     "You see, our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition." He nodded. "Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones-"

         "With the women."

  "Our sons are trained to be soldiers." He spoke loudly. "Our daughters- to be leaders."

Argent slipped the arrow into Allison's tied hands, before walking away.

    "Training starts now."

    The motorcycle guy started a timer, before walking out with Argent.

"Great." I nodded.

   "This- this can't be that hard, right?" Allison looked to me. I sighed.

"I don't know, you're the one with the sharp arrow. Saw yourself out." I shrugged. Her eyes went wide and she began, wincing when she marked her fingers accidentally. I huffed and attempted standing up, leaning over so the chair let me move. I looked around, to see if I could break the chair, like Argent did. It seemed to work well.

   I found the doorway from what would be this room to the front door. I smiled and walked over, aligning the bottom half of the chair with the wall. I turned, before slamming it to the door. It hurt, but all the chair did was crack.

"Dammit." I huffed tiredly.

     "C'mon Indigo. I'm almost there. Hit it again." Allison nodded, sawing harder. I nodded and took a deep breath, before turning again. I swung as hard as I could and the sound of wood splintering everywhere made me grin.

"Got it." I smiled. I let the rest of the chair fall from my arms, sitting to the ground. I pulled my hands from behind my back, under me, now in front. I untied them and stood up.

   A snapping noise made my turn to Allison, seeing her stand up from her chair, rope falling from her wrists.

"Next time, warn me about spending time at your house." I laughed at her. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, walking out of the house with me.

   We walked outside, Allison rubbing her wrists.

"Congrats." The biker guy smiled holding up the timer. Allison scoffed.

   "For what, two and a half hours?" She opened her driver door, me opening the passenger.

"Took me three." He shrugged. I smiled proudly and looked to Allison, who looked to me the same. We both hopped in, Allison quickly driving off.

    "Take us home, Ali." I sighed. "There is some much needed sleep I could use."

Allison chuckled again and nodded, and the car sped up.

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   We went to school the next morning, and I joined everyone in gym. I hadn't had gym yet, but the large climbing wall didn't make me very enthusiastic.

I stood in my gym shorts Allison lent me and the t-shirt from Stiles, watching as Scott and Allison climbed up the wall. Allison was doing better, climbing higher than he was. I watched as Scott said something and Allison rolled her eyes and kicked his foot, sending him flying down.

   Scott went wide-eyed, but his harness stopped him from slamming the ground. He stopped a few inches from it, before it completely put him on the ground. I chuckled and everyone was laughing, especially Coach.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain brings me a special kind of joy." He laughed, before taking a deep breath.

    "All right, next two!" He yelled. "Uh, Stilinski and- Indigo."

Stiles grinned at me, before excitedly walking up. I laughed and followed, stepping into the harness. Stiles helped me put it on, then his.

   "Go!" Coach yelled. "C'mon Indigo! I know you can out-do Stilinski!"

I slapped my hand over my mouth as we climbed, trying not to laugh at Stiles' face.

"I- I can out climb you." Stiles scoffed, reaching up for the next ledge.

   "You think so?" I raised my eyebrows. He smirked and nodded.

Stiles began climbing faster but still, my body moved fastest. His hands were three steps behind mine, trying to catch up.

"Hey," I called down to him. He quickly looked up to me, upset.

    "I'm just- admiring." He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and looked to the wall with a huge warm blush. I tapped the top of the wall and blew hair out of my face, looking to Stiles who finally caught up.

"I was getting old up here waiting for you." I smiled. He mocked laughed at me, shaking his head.

    "Whatever. I'll beat you to something."

I grinned as we jumped down the wall, feet planting on the ground. He smiled at me as he took the harness off and I took off mine.

   "You think you're hilarious." He mocked.

"I found it funny." I shrugged, smiling at him. He eventually cracked and shook his head, walking me off the mat for the next two. Stiles swung an arm on my shoulder as we watched Coach call out the next two.

    "Uh, Erica and Simon's. You're up."

I watched as Erica, a blonde girl walked up to the wall and put on her harness. Her hair was kind of fussy and she, actually looked terrified of the wall.

   She struggled as she climbed and I noticed she was actually losing grip on some of the ledges. The other guy was already back down when she got a fourth of the way up.

Her cries started echoing and my eyebrows furrowed. I dragged Stiles over to the mat, everyone following.

   "Erica!" Coach called out. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Lydia, from beside Coach scoffed. "Vertigo is a dysfunction on the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out."

"I- I'm fine." Erica's voice shook, just like she was.

   "Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic."

"Wh- why does no one tell me this stuff?" Coach threw his arms up. "Erica, you- you're fine! Just kick off from the wall! There's a mat to catch you!"

She stayed up there slightly longer, before slowly letting go. The harness let her down gently, her feet softly reaching the mat.

   "See? You're okay." Coach nodded. She quickly stepped out of the harness and walked to the back as people in the gym began to laugh.

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I sighed in the girls locker room, sitting next to Allison as she zipped her bag.

"You know, she's done nothing. And there they go, making her feel bad."

"It's stupid." Allison nodded. "But it's also highschool."

   "Well, highschool sucks." I scoffed. Allison nodded and we walked out, Allison swinging her bag over her shoulder.

   Squeaking sneakers caught my ear and Stiles appeared in the hallway, running towards us as he was still putting his shirt on. I caught glimpse of his chest, before he fully put it on.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Allison asked, snapping me from my daze.

      "It's Erica." He heavily breathed out. "I think she's having a seizure."

   Allison dropped her bag and Stiles gripped my hand, pulling me as we ran to the gym. Groups caught on and followed, seeing Scott sitting in the middle of the gym next to the wall with Erica in his arms.

Allison slid next to him, pushing her out of his arms. "On her side, put her on her side."

   He did that and Erica had a death grip on his hand, still furiously shaking. My eyes widened at the sight. I'd never seen a seizure before, and I never wanted to again, nor would I want to go through one.

"How did you know?" Allison looked to Scott, who shrugged.

      "I just- felt it."

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We'd changed into normal clothes now and Stiles headed to lunch with me. Erica had been taken to the hospital about two hours ago, but no one's heard news.

"Can we make a- quick stop by?" He asked as we walked into the lunch room. I furrowed my eyebrows.

      "What kind of stop by?" I asked.

"Just- needed to talk to a friend for a minute." He nodded. I shrugged and he walked over to a different table, wear a darker skinned boy sat. Alone, actually.

   "Boyd." Stiles smiled, sitting down. I slowly sat down next to him.

"Got the keys?" He asked lowly.

Boyd held out his hand, and a set of keys jingled, dangling from his fingers. What does Stiles need Boyd's keys for?

Stiles grinned and grabbed them, but Boyd held them harder, shaking his head.

   "This isn't a favor." He sighed. "It's a transaction?"

Stiles sighed and nodded, digging his hand into his pocket. "Right, yeah. Of course. Absolutely."

He slammed a twenty dollar bill on the table, but by Boyd's face- it's not what he asked.

   "I said 50." He told Stiles.

"Really? I remember 20." Stiles nodded. "I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember 20. I remember the distinct "twa" sound, "twa'-enty."

   I sighed and shook my head at the boy.

"I said fifty. With the "fuh" sound. Hear the difference?" Boyd asked sarcastically. "Uh, if you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fuh" sound."

     "No, no, no." I scoffed, shaking my head. "Stiles, give him the money for whatever strange reason you need keys."

"Maybe. . ." Stiles trailed off, digging in his pockets again. "I got it confused with "fuh"-or-ty."

He put up another twenty, but Boyd didn't budge. He took a chip and placed it in his mouth, chewing.

   "Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive?" Stiles sighed, but Boyd leaned in.

       "You seen the piece of crap bus I take?"

Stiles nodded and dug out a ten, making Boyd smile. He handed him the keys and Stiles mocked his smile, before grabbing my hand and dragging us to the seats behind us, where I saw Scott was sitting.

"Got 'em." Stiles nodded to Scott. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

"Rink? Tonight? Excuse me?" I asked quickly. Stiles froze and stammered.

    "It's a- surprise- thing. And Allison," He nodded. "Will pick you up and tell you all about it."

"Why can't you right now?" I raised an eyebrow.

    "I- it's because- that, would ruin surprise. The surprise." He nodded. I hummed and nodded still not believing him.

I looked to Scott, who's eyes were wide.

"What?" I asked. Both me and Stiles turned, seeing a blonde in a short short leather skirt and leather jacket, a low tank top on.

   Erica.

  She walked up to a random guy, picked up his apple, and seductively took a bite out of it. She smirked and walked off, and out of the lunch room.

  "What-in the holy hell- is that?" I heard Lydia's familiar voice. We all shrugged and got up at the same time, running out of the lunch room. We burst through the front doors, seeing a black camero.

A leather Derek looked to us with a smile as Erica got in, smirking to us.

   "That's not good." I breathed out.

"I don't have time to deal with this- I need to get to work after lunch." Scott sighed.

    "Where am I going?" I asked. Scott smiled.

"Allison gave some clothes to mom for you to wear to the rink tonight. Put them on and Allison will pick you up." He nodded.

    "For what?" I groaned.

"Are you- trying to ruin it?" Stiles sighed, throwing his arms up. "Just trust us."

I let out a breath. I really wanted to know. But Stiles seems so content on keeping this surprise a surprise, so I guess.

    "Fine."

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     I looked in the mirror in my room, swinging my hips as I gazed at my outfit. Jeans, a sweater, socks and boots. A cute blue sweater, which I must add.

   Would Stiles like this? Since he is going to be there. Should I do something with my hair? It was plain down right now.

    What am I thinking? Does this even matter? Is it worth putting effort into myself?

I groaned and fell back onto my mattress. Maybe I just shouldn't-

    A car honk sounded and I peered up and out the window, seeing Allison's familiar car. Someone was sat in the back seat, but I couldn't tell. Maybe Scott hitched a ride.

I left the house and walked up to the car, Allison smiling to me from the driver's side.

"See? She's looks cute!" Allison smiled, looking to the back seat. All I needed to see was the red hair move to look at me for me to freeze in place next to the car.

  Lydia.

 "Yeah. . ." Lydia mused, her pink-glossed lips pursed.

     And my night took a quick turn to hell.

A/N:: sorry kind of a short chapter, but the next one should be LOTS of stindigo fluff!!!! who's ready? don't answer, bc none of you are

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