"Never trust an Argent?" Scott quoted as I shrugged.

"Well, considering that every Argent we have met has attempted to kill us, including your ex-girlfriend, I'd say Samuel is right." Scott frowned at me, closing the journal.

"She was manipulated by Gerard, Dean."

"So? She still tried to kill me. Knowing that I'm related to her." I crossed my arms and Scott raised his brows.

"Distantly." He reminded, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Still won't change what I feel about her until she apologizes to me."

"Look, she hates what she did to us. She was angry because Derek was the reason her mom died. So—"

"You know, Derek is the reason a lot of people are dead. If it weren't for him choosing me to be his first beta, Jeremy would still be alive."

"I thought you forgave him?" Scott asked as I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"And when did I ever say that? Last time I forgave someone..." I trailed off, forgetting when it had happened. "It doesn't matter. I have better things to do right now than argue about trusting Allison. Boyd has to help me with something."

I grabbed the journal from Scott and walked down the stairs from his bedroom, leaving him both speechless and alone.

Tossing the journal into the passenger seat of my car, I started it up, pausing as the radio went haywire again.

"Ugh, come on you're in great shape." I muttered, slamming my wrist into the radio a few times.

"Darach." My hand stopped at the odd word, and a brow raised in confusion.

"What?" I whispered, raising the volume slightly.

"Darach."

"Derek?" I asked before shaking off the odd feeling that settled in my stomach, muting the radio and backed out of the driveway, slamming on the brake as I hit someone. "SHIT!"

I jumped out of the car and ran to the back, staring down at the brunette in a jogger outfit. "I am so sorry oh my god! Are you okay?" I asked as she groaned in pain, grabbing her hand and reeling back as I had taken it. I slowly bent down to grab her hand again, helping her up.

"Yeah... uh yeah I should be okay." She laughed it off as I shook my head.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, rubbing the back of my head. "I wasn't looking and you kinda just showed up out of nowhere—"

"It's fine, really." The woman stopped and frowned. "It's Dean, right?"

My eyes widened before I nodded slowly. "Um... yes. Yeah I-it is how did you... um... how did you know?"

"Oh! Crap sorry. I'm Jennifer Blake. The new English teacher. You'll be in my class this year." She smiled and I nodded slowly.

"Oh. Right I completely forgot about high school." I chuckled and she hummed.

"Well. I should continue my run, but... it was nice meeting you, I guess." Jennifer said as I nodded, patting my sides.

"Yeah. Sorry again for... hitting you." She waved it off and continued running, and I waited until she rounded a corner before getting back in the car.

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"You hit our new teacher? Good goin, Dean." Boyd laughed as I rolled my eyes.

"It isn't funny! It's like she just appeared out of thin air! And she had a weird smell..." I trailed off again as Boyd frowned.

"Weird? How?"

"She smelled like death or— onions? I don't know but it was not a pleasant smell." I chuckled, and Boyd frowned with a raised brow.

"Onions? That's the best description you could make?" He asked and I rolled my head back in annoyance.

"Yes! Now can you please just help me with this?" I asked, leaning towards him with a frown.

"Yeah. Sure. What is it you wanted help with again?" He asked and my head dropped, hands now covering my face before I dropped them, clasping the two together.

"I just want to get over his death, alright? How did you do it?" I looked at Boyd with pleading eyes and his sighed through his nose, a sympathetic smirk on his face.

"It takes time, man.." Was his only answer. I stood up in disbelief, pacing.

"How? How long?"

"Took me two years. Though, I never got over the guilt. I still blame myself. And I know you do, too. But it's not your fault, Dean. You couldn't stop your brother from his death. I could have stopped my sister from dying."

"Bullshit. If I had just kept Jackson from getting inside then I wouldn't be coming to you for help!" Boyd stood up, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

"You'll heal, Dean. It's only been a few months. You can't heal in such a short amount of time." I stood in silence for a moment, nodding slowly once I understood.

It would take time. Whether it'd be two months from now, two years or two decades. Maybe I'd never get over Jeremy's death. But if I at least had help, the pain would go away sooner.

"I like to distract myself when I think about it. Play lacrosse, work out, read or anything. Sometimes if it got so bad I'd just sit there, replaying her death in my head to the point it drove me crazy. Of course, that was negative." Boyd let out a soft chuckle as I sat back down.

"How did it happen? If.. I may ask." Boyd paused at the question, slowly sitting down himself.

"Well... um—" he leaned back, scratching the back of his head. "It's been a few years but you never really forget how it happens, Y'know? It was cold.. frigid cold. Before I moved here me and my family lived in Minnesota so you can expect in the winter it gets far below freezing... my sister has to pick me up because I snuck out to some lame party that I invited myself to because I wanted friends. Her car got stuck in some snow in the middle of nowhere. And it was a POS when it came to heat. I told her I'd be back with help and... I don't even know how I survived those temperatures. It had to be in the negatives. She begged me not to go and hoped someone would drive by eventually but I didn't listen." Boyd stopped for a few moments, and my eyes had caught a tear slowly fall down his cheek, sadness now covering his scent.

"I had to of been gone for an hour... just walking down the road hoping someone would find me, or my phone would finally get service. I finally hit a gas station a few miles away but... by the time we got there, my sister was gone. I don't know where she went. For a few weeks she was missing. Cops finally found her lost in the forest, dead."

I didn't know how to react to the story. But I knew it wasn't going to go well, since we all knew his sister was dead, excluding the people he didn't know. It broke my heart knowing how, but the question was why she was in the forest instead of waiting in the car.

"Do you think something scared her into hiding in the woods?" I asked. Boyd shrugged, unsure just as much as I was.

"No one knows. We all think she just got tired of waiting and went to find me... but she knew I walked down the road."

I questioned if maybe she was chased into the woods. Maybe a werewolf or another large animal. But maybe she did just go out to find Boyd.

But he was right. We'd never know.

Decided to make a backstory on how Boyd's sister died since it isn't mentioned in the show! And in Motel California (s3xe6) Boyd hallucinates his sister in a thingy of ice, so I went with hypothermia.