LOVERS ROCK
chapter ten ; co-captain
[ season one - episode ten ]

The blonde stared up at the ceiling, restless as Allison Argent tossed and turned beside her, just as restless as she was. This was supposed to be fun, relaxing, a girly sleepover arranged by her father's girlfriend, the other girl's aunt. But it couldn't have been less fun or relaxing. The hunter who had arranged tonight was only part of the reason why.

As of late, she struggled to be around Allison, she was supposed to be avoiding her completely for the sake of Scott, not having sleepovers with her, playing happy families with the Argents at the dinner table. There hadn't been much choice in the matter, they were part of the same little family now, and things like this couldn't be escaped. Tonight was supposed to be a dinner party between her family and Allison's, not an impromptu sleepover that apparently everyone but her and Allison was aware of.

Perhaps she only had herself to blame for being dragged into tonight. The Argents and her dad's reasoning for tonight was because of the growing distance between her and Allison. Apparently, having an overprotective dad all of a sudden meant that he noticed the things he usually didn't care about. Part of her wished she had a dad that barely paid attention to her again. Family. The word that was beginning to grate on the blonde. You and Allison are family now. We all need to stick together, we're family. Our growing family. It had been said so often at dinner that it didn't sound like a word to her anymore.

It was just for one night, she told herself. She would find a way to both avoid Allison, and be her friend at the same time. Keeping enough of a distance that she didn't have to worry about one of the many secrets that she was keeping from her slipping out, but close enough to know how her day went, what she had for breakfast, to keep their families at bay.

Some of the night had been fun, she could admit that. There were movies, face masks, candles, and popcorn. All of the things that a sleepover should have. But there was a time in everybody's sleepovers when girls began to talk, and if a breakup was still raw, it would undeniably come up. And it did. Not only Scott, a painful topic of conversation for someone who was friends with both of the breakup parties, but what he had done to get the necklace. Sending her reminders of their friendship. Allison hadn't just told her about it, but she showed her. Somehow, it was even more painful seeing it than hearing about the awkward exchange from both of them.

After that, Honey didn't think the night could have gotten any worse. The topic of Scott had been burnt out, it couldn't get worse, could it? Yes.

First came the topic of Lydia's breakup with Jackson, to make matters worse, Honey blurted out a piece of information that she knew she should have kept to herself. That the redhead girl that Allison had called her best friend had a make-out session with Scott in the Coach's office. Maybe it was petty of her, conjured up for the negative feelings she had toward Lydia and the way that she acted. It should have been kept a secret, however, Honey's limit of secrets had been reached thanks to Scott. She had to get rid of some of the dead weight.

After that, Honey was positive that the night would take a turn for the better. Allison had gotten a heap of grief over her breakup off of her chest. And Honey had cleared her conscience by spilling the least harmful secret she was keeping from the girl. Only, it didn't end there.

Allison had brought up her necklace. The pendant that Kate had given her that she couldn't find. She had looked everywhere for it, but it was nowhere to be seen. She even asked the blonde for a helping hand, hoping that with two pairs of eyes searching her bedroom, they might just find it before Kate found out. So, for a good hour, Honey had scoured the carpet on her all fours trying to find a necklace she knew was on Scott's dresser in his bedroom, waiting to be returned. It was after searching for that stupid pendant, that she realized there was a limit on how long that they could all keep this secret.

It was then that Honey realized that Scott's secret wouldn't be kept for much longer. Whether he liked it or not, his ex-girlfriend was coming closer to finding out. Even lies had expiry dates.

With a sigh, the blonde gave up on staring at the ceiling, figuring out ways to organize her life, all of the organization skills in the world couldn't help the mess she was in. She tugged the blanket, rolling over as she prepared herself to finally get some rest. Within seconds of the blonde closing her eyes, just about to drift off, she felt a harsh cold, the blanket ripped from her as Allison jolted upright, sitting up straight as she called the blonde girl's name to "wake her up."

"I can't sleep," Allison whispered as Honey sat up with a sigh, claiming that she felt the same, at least the other girl had had a few hours of bad sleep, she'd had no sleep at all. "I keep thinking of how Kate will react if she finds out I lost my necklace. I need to find it."

"We'll have a look in the morning," Honey reassured her. "It will turn up." She told the brunette as she lay back down, knowing that she would have to retrieve the necklace from Scott as soon as possible.

"Maybe I lost it in my car. Will you come and look with me?" Allison asked in a puppy-dog tone, a tone that Honey couldn't ignore, a request that she couldn't decline without sounding like some kind of bitch, and Allison already had one bitchy friend in her life.

Honey groaned as she kicked the blanket back off of her, pulling herself out of bed to go on their useless search of Allison's car, participating in some of the best acting she had ever done, after this whole lying thing was over, if Allison did someday find out about the real world she lived in, she would be sure to write acting down on her resume. She deserved it for the performance she had put on these past few weeks.

The two girls snuck downstairs, treading carefully as they tip-toed through the large, cold house where four adults were sleeping, any one of them would provide a lecture about them being up and walking around at three in the morning, especially for a necklace. Not to mention that Kate was yet to find out that it was missing at all. The two girls climbed into either side of the car, the brunette searched beneath and around her seat while Honey searched the glove compartment, a thorough look for absolutely nothing. She made it seem urgent, as though finding it meant as much to her as it did the girl who wore it.

As they turned to search the back of the car, the garage door began opening, startling them both as they rushed to quietly shut their car doors, lowering in their seats just in time for three adults to walk in with black duffel bags. Honey and Allison peered through the window, watching them, the blonde confused as she watched her father with the two hunters, holding one of the hunter's duffel bags as though it was his own. She knew it was normal to see Chris holding one, she once saw him leave the house in the middle of the night to find one, and she knew Kate hid the magic bullet that almost killed Derek in one too. But her father. That was an unnatural sight.

Allison turned to her with a furrowed brow, wondering what was going on, the blonde placed a finger over her own mouth, warning her to be quiet as they continued eavesdropping. "It hasn't been an issue since we lived here," Chris said as he followed behind his sister and Jude.

"All I'm saying is that firing those things so close by is bound to draw attention." Kate argued.

"These things have saved my life more than once." He told her as he held up something sprial, it looked like an arrowhead of sorts, something neither of the girls had seen before as they found themselves narrowing their eyes at it, wondering what he had been doing with it, what exactly it was. "And I know how to be inconspicuous when I need to," He added, throwing it into the trash.

"This coming from the man whose preferred weapon is a crossbow," Kate chuckled while Honey thought back to the night she had been speeding Derek's car around town, being chased by the female hunter, when they had picked Derek up, arrows were shooting at them, she knew now it was Chris who was firing them, both of them had been there, a big family reunion. That left the pending question of whether her father knew about this, if he had some part in it all that she had failed to see until now. Perhaps he was just as involved in the werewolf world as her. "You know, these extra skills are something we could be teaching the girls."

"Not yet." Jude shook his head. "I don't want Honey knowing about any of this. It's too soon. We only lost Emily a couple of months ago. I don't want to overwhelm her."

"Ever?" Kate questioned the man.

"Not yet." Chris repeated on behalf of Jude, a point that he agreed with, for his own daughter as well as Honey. They were too young to be brought into all of this, too vulnerable. Allison turned to the blonde girl behind her, wondering if she knew what they were talking about, what both of their fathers might not want them getting involved in. She feigned innocence, shrugging with a confused expression, acting as though this was all as new to her.

They watched as the two men left the garage, but for a moment, Kate hung back, the two teens sitting up slightly to watch what she was doing. She could feel their stares lingering on her, her head quickly turning to look at the car as they dropped down. As Jude called for her, she placed something on the workshop, following them out of the garage, leaving curiosity to eat the teens alive. Enough for them to have to look at what she had left there.

Kate had barely stepped out of the garage before Allison was jumping out of the car to look at it, the necklace pushed to the back of her mind, she no longer cared about that, she cared about all of the things her father was apparently keeping her from, the thing she couldn't find out just yet. Honey followed her, lacking the same enthusiasm as a lump grew in her throat, worried that the girl might find out about her true heritage sooner than she thought.

Allison picked up another spiral arrowhead from the workshop, holding it up to their eye level as she squinted at it, wondering exactly what it did, and she intended to find out. She slammed the piece back down on the workshop, grabbing the blonde's wrist as she pulled her back up to bed, insisting that they had a big day ahead of them tomorrow, they would need sleep. Honey hadn't dared ask what she had in mind.

Bright and early in the morning, the two of them were walking through the preserve, Allison had her bow and arrow in its special case, thrown over her shoulder as she stormed ahead of the two she had brought with her. Part of her storming was because of her determination to figure out all of the things that her family was hiding from her and the "latest member of the family." and the other, was the redhead who trailed behind, squirming at any slightly moist mud on her fabulous black heels. Her intention was to go shopping for the winter formal with Allison, just Allison, but the brunette had called her this morning with a change of plans, she needed to run an errand or two before their shopping trip, and they wouldn't be alone after all. Because she was dragging a blonde girl along with the, one who wanted no part in either activity.

Lydia had begun her complaining from the moment they stepped foot onto the muddy preserve, she was an indoor girl, an inside-the-mall kind of girl, not the hiking, wind in her perfectly curled her kind. She didn't seem to notice that Allison was mad with her, she had no incline that Allison had finally found out what had happened with her and Scott in the Coach's office, only part of all the reasons that Jackson ended their relationship. She wasn't entirely sure of the other reasons he had other than an upcoming big change in his life, but something told her that Honey played a part in it. Things hadn't been right with her and Jackson since the day she moved here.

"What's wrong with you?" Lydia asked the blonde walking slightly in front of her, Honey walked with her white cardigan wrapped around herself and a face like thunder. "You seem to like these kinds of things. You know dirt, grime... making a mess of things."

"It's less about the location and more about the company." Honey spat out at her. "Allison, why am I here again? Could tweedle-dee not have helped you with this?"

"Because I want you here and frankly, I don't care if you don't like each other." The brunette said plainly, taking the two girls by surprise. The innocent, sweet friend. The Snow White had a sharp tongue hiding behind that pretty face of hers. "Before I forget, Lydia..." She began as the girl who was trailing behind hummed, doing a little jog to keep up. "I wanted to ask if you were okay with something. Jackson asked me to the winter formal."

Honey furrowed a brow as she looked at the girl, that was something she'd failed to mention last night. She couldn't have brought that up sooner? Perhaps before she had blurted out the secrets she had been keeping instead? While Allison kept her head held high, still charging at the front of the single file line, Lydia looked down at the ground, taken back by the question, surprised she'd even ask. But she put on a facade, acting as though she didn't care about Jackson dumping her, or that the girl who was supposed to be her best friend would be going with him to the formal. It was a facade that both girls saw through as the redhead agreed that it was fine, as long as it was just as friends, of course.

Allison agreed. Of course, it was just as friends. It wasn't like she would take him into the Coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything, the brunette told her sharply. A horrified look across Lydia's face, a thrilled one across Honey's. Now she was glad that she came with her, this was the best thing that had happened to her all week. Seeing Lydia Martin without an ounce of fight in her. Silence. Music to her ears.

The redhead didn't try to argue or deny it, instead she bowed her head in shame, following them with the hopes that Allison might forgive her when the anger had passed. If the anger passed. All of them wondered whether it would, including the furious girl herself, she had never had to deal with this before, she'd never had close girl friends before, or boyfriends for people to try take, all of this was new to her, she still didn't know if she had done the right thing by bringing it up. She allowed the anger to control her, making impulse decisions based on it.

Once the Argent had found a place to set up, she knelt down to the ground, laying out the arrows she wanted to test out, including the arrowhead that Kate had left out in the garage last night, it was only when Honey saw it in front of her that she finally knew the plan. Allison set a mission in her mind last night, and this was her completing it. She would find out what it was. And it would lead her to the truth.

Honey quickly pulled out her cellphone, texting Scott, insisting that he needed to give Allison the necklace back as soon as possible, perhaps even now, she suggested as she sent him a drop-pin of their location, hoping he could take a hint. The sooner they put her off of the scent, the better.

Just like she had in the early hours of the morning, Allison pulled out the small spiral arrowhead, examining it at eye level before placing it on the end of her crossbow. Honey stepped away from the girl and the weapon, leaning against a tree as she questioned the Argent if she knew how to use the thing she was holding, Allison reassured her that she did, she was good at using it too. Perhaps too good.

As Allison prepared to fire the arrow, Lydia questioned what it did, even she, a person who didn't know about the exchange they had witnessed last night was concerned about the capabilities of a mysterious arrowhead. With a grin, Allison told her that they were about to find out. Her stance was confident, just from that, the two girls could see she knew that she really did know what she was doing with that crossbow, and at that moment, it clicked for the blonde. There was a reason she was so experienced with it, so confident in her skills. Her mind thought back to last night, it was what Kate had said, that Chris's preferred weapon was a crossbow, it was because of that he had ensured that his daughter was trained in it, that it would become hers too. He was preparing her for the future she would inherit as an Argent. As a hunter.

The Argent shot the arrow, it whistled through the air, seeming to go on for miles before it finally embedded itself in the bark of a tree in the far distance, sparking with a loud bang that pulled an astonished blonde girl from the tree, her jaw on the floor as she stared at it. If that was what the arrow did to a tree, what would it do to a werewolf? The flash of light and loud, startling noise in their ears had left them all with a pending question- What the hell was that?

"Well, that was fun!" Lydia clapped her hand sarcastically. "Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?" She asked. "What about you? Got a collection knives you need to sharpen out here?"

"I'd ask you the same but I'm pretty sure they are already in Allison's back."

Allison shushed the bickering pair, her eyes staring off into the distance, far past the tree with an arrow in it, still lit into a dim flame. She was sure she had heard something beside the hatred the two girls shared for each other. A crackling. Of leaves, of branches, of something that indicated a fourth person in these woods, someone watching them perhaps. Lydia and Honey listened for it, about to tell her that she was imagining things until they heard it again, startling them, all three whipped their heads toward the sound, trying to figure out where it had come from.

There wasn't a thing in sight. Not a distant shadow of Peter Hale, the Alpha who probably had to kill the blonde girl who knew his identity, the middle of the woods was the perfect place to do it. No Derek, a man notorious for being found out here, standing with his hands in his pockets with some kind of problem revolving around teenagers.

Honey pulled out her phone, hoping to see a text from Scott to tell her that he was in fact coming to the preserve to give Allison her necklace, maybe an update text to tell her he was here so that she could stop worrying for her life. While she stared down at her phone, Allison turned to Lydia, giving her the crossbow, telling her to hold it, the redhead petrified as she looked at the weapon in her hand, asking why she needed it.

"Because I thought I heard something," Allison told her, she thought that was obvious.

A shaken Lydia questioned why that mattered, people didn't just follow the noises they heard, if anything, they ran the opposite way from sounds. But that was normal people, this was Allison, a girl whose new life mission was to gain answers to everything. This was no different from that. She reassured the redhead that it was probably nothing.

As the brunette began walking away Lydia only began freaking out more, asking what to do if the "nothing" was something and that something was something dangerous. For a moment, the girl furrowed a brow at the riddle, it had even caught Honey's attention as she looked up sharing the same look as Allison, just in time for her to announce that if it was something dangerous, Honey would shoot it for them. Neither of the girls had a chance to argue before Allison was rushing off to find the source of the noise, leaving two hate-filled girls alone with a dangerous crossbow, the stupidest idea that Allison could have had.

Lydia held out the crossbow to the blonde, hoping to free herself from the fear of holding it, but Honey scoffed, surprised that Lydia thought she would go along with it, there was no chance in hell that she would stay alone with the redhead, let alone protect her. She spun on her heel, the redhead left with extended arms, her eyes darting between the blonde walking away from her at lightning speed and the weapon that she couldn't hold a second longer, dropping it into the pile of crisp leaves.

Rubbing her temples, the blonde girl walked into her home, almost colliding with Kate and Jude as they readied themselves to leave the house, the man quickly hid a black duffel bag behind his bag, smiling widely at his daughter, asking her what brought her home so soon. A question that Honey was curious to know the answer too since Allison had told her this morning they were all going shopping, that they would probably be there until dusk if Lydia had her way. And yet, here she stood, barely the afternoon, and the girl looked like she had been through a tough day.

"I bailed." The girl told them with an exasperated sigh. "I thought I could handle a day with Lydia but even my tolerance levels aren't that high." She laughed as she brushed past them, the pair of adults chuckling nervously, shuffling to hide the bag again, as though she wasn't a teenager who wasn't overly observant. "Where are you two going?"

"Business came up." He told her, a plausible lie. One that didn't involve too much detail, with the new knowledge she had about that business, the close involvement with guns, he expected that she wouldn't ask too much about it. "I don't know how long we'll be gone, why don't you invite Stiles over, there's some money on the counter for food."

"Sure." Honey nodded, her eyes lingering on the black duffel bag. "I'll see you guys later," Honey mumbled lowly, slowly working her way up the stairs, something on her mind as she turned her back to them, a walk gradually turning into a walk as soon as she heard the door shut.

The blonde rushed into her bedroom, boxes still in every corner, ready to be unpacked, but she was yet to find the time to do it. Despite that, she knew where everything was, there was some organization in the room at least. Her souvenirs were beneath her bed, close, somewhere that she could find them if ever needed. Like now. She pulled out every box until she found the one marked with her mother's name, a keepsake box, all things Emily Carter for her daughter to see and remember her by,

She dug through the keepsakes. The old jewelry, the photographs, birthday cards. At the bottom of the box sat exactly what she had been looking for, every souvenir that her mother and father had ever gotten her from their travels, where his "business" had taken him. She no longer knew if business was code for something, and like her brunette friend, she was determined to get the answers.

It wasn't until now that she needed to find a specific one that she realized how often her parents had left her at home to travel, how many times they had felt the need to make up for going away whether it be for days or weeks. The girl mumbled "Beacon Hills" to herself repeatedly, hoping it would manifest its appearance in her hand, all she could think of was the many reasons she was led to this sudden epiphany. It was something that she intended to do weeks ago when Jackson had originally conjured the thought by mentioning the Hale fire of early 2005, a time she knew at least one of her parents had been here, a thought that had slipped her mind until now, after she saw her father carrying that bag into the Argents house, alongside two known werewolf hunters.

Soon enough, the blonde found a small magnet, a small image of Beacon Hills, on the back, the small marking of "January 2005". It couldn't be a coincidence. A house of werewolves happened to be burnt down while her father, a man she suspected to be a werewolf hunter, just like Argent and Kate. With shaky hands, the blonde reached for her phone, quickly calling Stiles, assuming he would know what to do in this situation, he would know what to say, how to handle it, how to tell her that she was completely insane and drawing together pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit. It wasn't possible that her father was one of them. He was a good man. Not a murderer.

When she reached Stiles' voicemail she knew she couldn't sit around and wait for him to call her back, she needed help and she needed it now. Honey grabbed the essentials, wasting no time in getting to the Stilinski house.

She frantically knocked on their door, jumping up and down impatiently as she waited for one of them to answer, surely they would know it was her, she had lived with them for weeks, she knew a visitor wasn't a regular occurrence for them, and Scott certainly didn't know, if anything, Noah wouldn't know Scott was here, he would climb through the window to save any questions of the night's plans, which typically involved crime or werewolves. Maybe even both. Honey waited for a while until she was struggling to wait any longer, she knocked one more time, a final call, after the Stilinski's failed to answer that time, she did something she didn't want to do. Act like Stiles. She pulled out the spare key for the house from her pocket, letting herself in.

Calling for Stiles, the blonde headed toward the staircase, passing the kitchen where something, or someone, drew her back, it had almost missed her if not for a double take. Noah sat with piles of paperwork surrounding him with an empty bottle of whiskey at the end of the table. He kept a bowed head, the girl unsure if he had even noticed her walking into his home unannounced after an entire bottle of whiskey. Honey was about to announce herself with a small greeting until the boy she was looking for came creeping down the stairs with red puffy eyes, slightly hidden by his confused expression, staring down at the two in his foyer.

"Can we talk?" The blonde asked with a weary smile. He didn't answer her question, too focused on what he was pointing at besides her. Honey held up the lead attached to Bee's collar, the soft golden retriever sat as happy as ever, unaware of how his owners' life as well as everyone but his was falling apart. "He wanted to come." She defended her reasoning, Stiles didn't question it, he knew better than to question her love for her dog as he gestured for them to follow him. The girl sat at the end of the bed, Stiles sat beside her, for a while, the two stared at the floor, both had a fair share of problems that they needed to talk through, but neither of them knew where to start in explaining them.

She was sat there to talk about the possibility of her father being a werewolf hunter, perhaps a murderer responsible for the Hale fire too. And he was a boy who had gotten his father drunk to get some answers to ongoing crimes in the town. Including the Hale fire. His father, a recovering alcoholic. The two of them were certainly quite the pair. The sanest being in the house was the golden retriever humping one of Stiles' stuffed animals.

Unable to gather the words, the girl simply pulled the magnet out of her pocket, holding it out to the boy who raised a brow at it, unsure why she would get him a souvenir for the town he'd lived in for his entire life, he didn't need to remember it, he was here. "Whenever my mom or dad had to go away for business they would bring back a souvenier from the place they went to make up for leaving me. They got me that one when I was 10, I never questioned it, I knew my mom didn't like talking about Beacon Hills, but a few weeks ago Jackson was telling me about the Hale fire." She explained, gradually confusing Stiles more and more as he tried to figure out where she was going with the things she told him. Honey turned around the magnet, showing him the marking of "January 2005". His eyes widened as he finally realized. "Stiles, I think my dad is one of them. A hunter like the Argents. And I think he was the one who started that fire."

Stiles looked at the blonde, unsure what to say, he and Scott hadn't discussed the possibility of Honey ever finding out about her father, they thought they would have more time, maybe even forever. Perhaps she never had to know, and if she did, maybe it would come from Jude himself, but this wasn't what they anticipated. He didn't have time to ask Scott, what he thought would be the best approach, the truth, or a quick lie, brushing it off until he could figure out a real plan to tell her.

"I think your reading into things." Stiles told her, immediately riddled with guilt as she looked at him with a concerned expression. "Your dad isn't a hunter, Winnie, come on." He scoffed, the girl turned back to the magnet in her hand.

"But he's always been so secretive, maybe even suspicious. And the guns? All the time he spends with the Argents. It just makes sense that he is one of them."

"Maybe he just knows how you feel about them so he just tries to keep you out of it. As for all the times with the Argents, I mean, he is dating one of them. I'm sure that there's a valid explanation for all of it, we're all just caught up in the whole werewolf thing, it's making us do stupid things. I mean, I got my dad drunk tonight just so he would tell me stuff about all of the people that Peter Hale killed." Stiles chuckled nervously, riddled with a hell of a lot of guilt. Honey's concern grew as she looked at him, seeing how disappointed he was with himself, she knew that Stilinski had a drinking problem after Claudia died, she was sure Stiles had seen the worst of it too. "My point is, we're all just in out of our heads and its making us all just a little paranoid."

The blonde nodded, agreeing that he was right, this was paranoia, nothing more than that. Jude wasn't capable of such things, he just happened to have gotten caught up in the wrong family, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While she had begun to feel better, Stiles felt as bad as ever, still thinking of all the things his dad had said, when the drunken conversation of crime turned into conversations about his late mother.

"Do you miss her?" Stiles questioned the blonde, out of the blue, and yet, she knew what he was referring to as she nodded with a weak smile. She assumed he missed his mother too, and that it was the entire reason he brought it up, because he needed someone in a similar boat to talk to.

"I do." She told him again with a heavy sigh. "I miss her, I miss Louisiana. I miss the way life used to be." The blonde admitted. "I mean, I love it here, I do. But it just feels like... I feel like someone else when I'm here. I stepped off of that plane and it was like I became a new person. I'm nothing like the person I used to be, and I kind of miss her too."

"What was she like?" Stiles asked. "The old you?"

"Well, she wasn't a blonde for starters." She recalled with a laugh. "I thought that dying my hair would help me get over everything that had happened, funnily enough, that it would make me a new person. Someone stronger. I guess you get what you wish for." Honey shrugged, twirling her blonde locks around her fingers. "I used to skate. Ice skate. My mom would take me every week, I stopped after she died it didn't feel the same. And then we moved here..." She paused, the boy watching her, admiring the way she smiled, how she lit up when she talked about that life, even if there were sad parts to it, he could tell that she loved it all. Honey shrugged off any urge for a tear to escape her eyes as she cleared her throat. "And believe it or not, but moving doesn't get you away from werewolf business. It has a way of finding you no matter where you are, take my word for it."

Stiles nodded, agreeing to take her word for it, but he had no intention of moving away, and if he did, he was sure that it would be with a werewolf anyway. He was a firm believer that he and the werewolf he called a best friend would be in it for life, the two of them would go to college, they would share the same dorm room, and they would be stuck with each other. That was the plan.

The boy was about to tell her about that plan that he had forged, but his phone began ringing, it was as though the mere thought of Scott had summoned him. A quick distraction from any kind of emotional conversation about futures neither was sure they would get to live if things would continue the way they were. Honey waited patiently to find out what Scott wanted as a devious smile grew across Stiles' face, something that told her they were about to commit a crime, that was usually how that look ended.

Without telling the girl what Scott wanted, he agreed that they would do it, dragging her into it before she had a chance to argue, even if she knew she would agree in the end, she thought she at least deserved the chance to put up a fight first. Stiles picked up the keys to the Jeep from his dresser, tossing Bee's leash over to the blonde, telling her they were going for a drive, questions would have to wait until she was already too committed.

Driving through Beacon Hills with Bee leaning between the two front seats, just as eager for the mission as the two humans, Stiles explained what exactly their mission was. Peter Hale was on a date with Melissa, he didn't know how that had happened, but he knew that they had to stop it, and that was something that he wanted her input on. He didn't know much about trying to stop dates or dates at all for that matter. Honey thought she would need to argue over what the wolf had asked them to do, but after finding out what it was, she couldn't have been more willing, the idea of Peter being within a mile radius of Melissa made her sick.

Scott managed to find out the information of where the two of them were heading on their date, allowing the two teenagers to find a campout spot not far from there, hoping to run into them, if not while on the road, then this mission would go further, involving the two of them barging into a restaurant, figuring out how to ruin a date that way, perhaps embarrassing themselves in front of every person on a date in Beacon Hills tonight.

The Jeep was parked on the side of the road, concealed from any passers-by as they waited for a car of Scott's description to pass by them, hoping nobody else fit that detail after what they had declared as their plan A. Crashing into the car. It risked the chance of running Roscoe's paint job, but for once, Stiles was willing to sacrifice his beloved Jeep in order to save Melissa from the big bad Alpha werewolf. The pair analyzed every car that passed them, repeating the description of the car over and over so that neither of them forgot it.

"Grey Ford. Grey Ford. Grey Ford." Honey mumbled under her breath as her head followed every car that passed down the rainy road. "Grey Ford!" She screamed as she jolted upright, slamming her hand on the dashboard as Bee barked, Stiles scurrying to turn the engine back on while she told him to hurry up, still screaming about the Grey Ford.

As they followed behind Peter's car, Stiles began to second guess, their plan, suggesting that the two of them just follow them into the restaurant instead, saving his beloved car that he'd lost an urge to harm now that this had all become real. Honey demanded him to hit the car in front, the two of them couldn't back out now, Peter and Melissa were right in front of them, it was now or never, only "never" wasn't an option she was providing him.

With a hesitant groan, Stiles gripped the steering wheel, speeding up gradually, telling Honey to hold tightly onto Bee as he edged closer to the trunk of Peter Hale's car, seconds away from the Jeep being parked in the back of it as Honey grabbed her dog's leash, holding onto him tightly. Stiles mumbled an apology to his beloved car as he rammed into the back of the Ford, cringing at the noise of crumpling metal, a small whimper, the sound of his heart shattering for his dear Roscoe.

It took a matter of seconds for an infuriated Melissa to climb out of the car, ready to kill after she had seen the distinguishable blue Jeep through her mirror, only growing angrier when she saw a weary look across the two teenager's faces as they slowly climbed out of the Jeep along with the dog who seemed unaffected by the crash, his tail wagging. Bee was quite a thrill seeker.

"Are you kidding me? Stiles!" Melissa slammed the car door behind her as she stormed toward a pair of guilty teenagers who tried to remain with a smile, hoping innocent faces would make up for their not-so-innocent behavior. Both of them tried to keep up with that act, acting as though they didn't know it was her in that car, that it was a coincidence that their cars would collide on such a fine night.

"Wow, this is... This is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" Stiles laughed as the woman stood in front of them with folded arms and an unimpressed scowl, they could feel the rage radiating from her. Scott might have just signed them over to the Grim Reaper."What a coincidence that you're right here. I mean that's so crazy. Like, you're here right now. When we are. That's just..."

"Crazy?" Melissa asked.

"So crazy." Honey joined in with a laugh. "Wow, you guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere?" The woman asked the smiling blonde who was trembling with fear on the inside. "We parked on the side of the road."

Once again, Stiles emphasized how crazy it was, the word no longer sounding real. Peter finally climbed out of his car to see what the fuss was all about, slowly approaching them as the faces of the two teenagers scowled slightly, discreetly loathing the man. Not so discreetly? Bee. They were all surprised as the dog began snarling at the man, barking loudly, startling not only Stiles and Melissa but his own owner who had never seen him act maliciously. He was usually a golden angel, she'd never heard that sound from his mouth before. Peter looked down at the dog with a set of narrowed eyes, staring the dog down until his snarling turned into whimpering, cowering behind his owner's legs. While Melissa and Stiles discussed an incident report, the Alpha looked back at the blonde girl holding the dog, now, her looks weren't so discreet.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter chimed in with the conversation, breaking his eye contact with the blonde girl as he turned to his date.

"Are you sure?" Honey asked the man. "Because I think I'm feeling a bit of whiplash." She said as she held her neck, groaning in pain.

"Whiplash?" Melissa shouted in disbelief. "You two hit us!"

Stiles joined in on the act, rubbing his own neck, agreeing that he too might have whiplash, the McCall woman had surpassed anger as she shook her head, prepared to unleash a lecture on the two teenagers as though she was their mother, a lecture she was sure to give her son too. It was hard to believe that the two of them had just ended up hitting the car she was in while on a date, it seemed too suspicious. The lecture felt like it was never going to end, Peter stood watching in amusement, every time one of the two teenagers turned their head slightly to look at him with a disgusted look, Melissa would click her fingers in front of their faces, ensuring they were paying attention to her. The fear that her lecture incited in them was like no other, it made Peter seem a measly problem compared to her, an Alpha werewolf triumphed by an angry human mother. He could never scare them as much as she did.

When Melissa had finally dismissed them without the need for an incident report, the three had headed back to the slightly damaged Jeep, claiming tonight as a success. Just as Honey got into the Jeep, her phone chimed, grabbing their attention, wondering if Scott was sending them on a second mission.

Stiles furrowed a brow as he watched the blonde stare at her phone with an expressionless face, as though the text was unexpected, confusing even. She looked up at the boy, asking if he could take Bee home for her tonight, that she needed to go somewhere. Stiles agreed, confused about where she needed to go, but he agreed, expecting that she would need a ride to wherever she'd planned on going, but as soon as she had gotten his agreement to take care of Bee, she climbed out of the Jeep without as much of an explanation.

"Winnie?" Stiles shouted out of the window for the girl acting more cryptic than usual. "Honey!"

The blonde found herself in the passenger seat of Kate Argent's car as they pulled up to the old, burnt down Hale house, Allison sat in the backseat with a furrowed brow, she had never seen it before, unlike the two blondes in the front, she had heard nothing about this Hale house and all of the things that had happened inside of it. Kate failed to explain what they were doing here or why both of them were required to come with her, she had insisted upon their presence, telling them that it was urgent, the only detail they were allowed to know for now.

The two girls kept close to one another as they followed the woman through some dark tunnels, a lump growing in Honey's throat as she wondered what was happening, her fear blocking out a chance of thinking logically about what this was. Allison was the one to ask questions, though it was clear she was as concerned as the blonde, she found herself able to speak despite it, Honey could only dream of being able to speak up and ask what was going on.

Kate stopped outside of a large door, her hand lingering on it as she chose to finally provide the two teenage girls a little more detail. "Let's start with the basics." She suggested. "You know how every family has its secrets? Well, ours are a little different."

The woman smirked as Honey's heart dropped to her stomach. This couldn't be it. This couldn't be Kate finally clueing her niece in on the legacy of every Argent, involving her in it too, because as she had been told a lot lately. They were family now. She remained in denial as she followed a pair of Argents into the dark room, both she and Allison trying to search through the dark while a woman familiar with this place walked over to the only available source of light, ready to provide them with a grand reveal of the so-called family secrets.

Honey knew that this was it. The point of no return. The moment when Allison found out about the thing they had been hiding from her for weeks on end, trying to keep her safe. Once tonight was over, nothing would ever be the same. There would be no darkness. No secrets. She would be claimed as an Argent, officially, beginning the initiation into becoming like everyone else in her family. A werewolf hunter. And she wouldn't be going through it alone, because it seemed a second girl would be dragged into it, a girl who was already more involved than she wanted, she too would be sucked further into this world than she had experienced before.

Kate flicked the light switch on, illuminating the room. Before them a half-transitioned werewolf chained to metal bars, his glowing eyes as he looked down at them, the girl's faces widened with undeniably horrified faces. One, because she was unsure what she was seeing, what the creature in front of her was. And the other because that creature was all too familiar. Not just because this creature was a werewolf. But because it was Derek. A wave of nausea washed over the blonde as she placed her hand over her mouth, this was it, the point of no return.