CAUSE WE COULD BE
IMMORTALS, IMMORTALS.
JUST NOT FOR LONG.

SEASON 3, EPISODE 6
motel california

━━━━━━━━ 1979.

DRIVING DOWN THE interstate of California on I-5 mainly was sand, trees, and acres of farmland. The interstate had finished construction not even a year before in '64. Now the traffic it garnered was more than anything anyone had seen.

⠀⠀⠀However, California was one of the largest states with a twelve-hour drive to go from the North by Oregon down South to the border. Not everyone wanted to take such a drive, but long road trips happened often, and people ended up needing things on their travels. Using the restroom, getting something to eat, or even finding someplace to sleep for the night. So, as the need arose, more and more restaurants, gas stations, and motels popped up along the interstate.

⠀⠀⠀The Glen Capri was the next on the docket of expansion, and the plans went right on top of a halfway house run by an older woman, Morgan.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan had worked to move the location further down the road, have it go on the other side, anything that didn't land it right on top of her. However, there seemed to be no contest with the next Luxury Motel because they repealed each of her attempts to get the construction blocked.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan didn't understand it. Her home had been there for centuries. She accepted the interstate, accepted the neighboring strangers that questioned her house full of strange men and women, but now they wanted to take all of it from her.

⠀⠀⠀"There is land right next to my home!" Morgan snapped at the construction man she had forced out of his bulldozer. Morgan kept her distance, knowing if she got in his face or acted too rashly, she would find herself unable to get what she wanted. "Build your motel there!"

⠀⠀⠀"Sorry, ma'am," the man told her, but he didn't sound very concerned. Stearne, she read on his uniform, what a disgusting name. "I was told to tear down this hippie den and tell you to leave or else we'll take you with it."

⠀⠀⠀Then, he started laughing at his own words like the idea of murdering a house full of people amused him. His whole gut shook with the rumble of his excitement, and a thin sweat broke out over his skin.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan frowned, disgusted by the man in front of her.

⠀⠀⠀No, not a man, an insect. So tiny and irritating that all she had to do was flick him off and smash her boot into him.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan was close to the idea, but still, she hoped.

⠀⠀⠀"You're not destroying my home. I own this land," Morgan argued, her frown deepening even further as she kept her gaze steady on his.

⠀⠀⠀"Actually, according to state records, you don't own this land or this house," Stearne told her. He rose a thick eyebrow, and a smirk pulled at the sides of his lips as he felt like he had managed the upper hand. "There's no paperwork that you ever even bought anything here. Or you, for that matter, don't even exist, lady."

⠀⠀⠀Morgan let in a deep breath, annoyed by the man's dismissal. However, she knew he didn't have the proof to act on it.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you have the paperwork?" Morgan asked, catching the man off guard.

⠀⠀⠀"The what?" Stearne asked back, taking a second, then waved his hand at her. "I don't need no fuckin' paperwork."

⠀⠀⠀Morgan took a step forward, so they were close enough that she had to look up from his chest at him. She curled a smirk on her lips, amused now.

⠀⠀⠀"You can't bulldoze a house with people within it. You'll be sentenced or at the very least lose your job. Get me the paperwork, then I'll leave. And for now, we stay."

⠀⠀⠀Stearne let out an annoyed breath. The hamburger he had eaten for lunch now disrupting her senses. Morgan kept her face amused despite the disgusting smell and waited until he backed away.

⠀⠀⠀"Fucking hippies, man," he muttered, shaking his head, and walked back to his bulldozer. He turned on the ignition and caught Morgan's eye trailing behind him. "Don't think you've won, lady! I'll be back with that paperwork!"

⠀⠀⠀Stearne left, and the road grew ever quiet.

⠀⠀⠀"Morgan," Jonah called from behind her, peeking out of the door from the halfway house. He had always been thin and pale but looked like he had barely gotten any sleep.

⠀⠀⠀"I believe so, yes," Morgan assured him with a sympathetic smile. She walked up the porch steps to meet him. "Let's get inside."

⠀⠀⠀Jonah nodded and stepped back in, and Morgan followed. She twisted her hand behind her, the door slamming shut without her touching the handle or saying a word.

THEY WERE SCREAMING Smoke filled Morgan's lungs as she gasped awake and sat up straight as she looked around her. For a moment, she thought it was just a nightmare from the stress, but then another screamed pierced her ears that she could feel that it wasn't.

⠀⠀⠀Smoke was pouring from underneath the door, and a few other people in the room roused as well. Panic filled the air as the witches stumbled around the room, trying to stumble awake, pulling on shoes, and heading for the door.

⠀⠀⠀Zephyr made it there first. His hand was on the doorknob for only a second before he flinched away with scalding red skin from the heat outside the door.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan stood to her feet, ready to cast when a crash filled the room. The window inside had shattered, shards piercing into her skin. They had thrown another torch into the room and landed in the middle of Gene's chest.

⠀⠀⠀Gene was head to toe fire, screaming at the top of his lungs. Then it spread to Circe, Eris, then finally, Zephyr.

⠀⠀⠀Then they screamed, too.

⠀⠀⠀The fire roared quickly through the room like gasoline lined the floor, and when Morgan looked down, it surprised her to see none.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan's hair had caught first, the heat close to her skin, but none of the pain reached her yet. Morgan's mind was filled only with revenge and not one idea how she could save her people, let alone herself. It had all happened so fast.

⠀⠀⠀Morgan could feel her body consume with power on top of the heat, her hands crackling with energy as she cast one last spell, one final curse that would soak into the earth beneath her.

⠀⠀⠀"Eormenþéoda Ermingstræa, lēo mec éow afol Ermingstræa endedógor byre. Unbletsung þes eotaland and ābirest eac ðu blōd sǣda swá þætte edsceaft ham hwaet nánuht ac ormódnes."

⠀⠀⠀Morgan finished in tongues. The magic filling her body protected her from the heat of the flames for only as long as she could speak it before she, too, was screaming in pain. As Morgan sunk into the void, she knew she would leave behind a legacy. A curse for the Glen Capri, as they built their motel on stolen land, her curse would bring only those who were on their journey to the end.

WHEN WILLOW RELUCTANTLY agreed to become the student manager of the lacrosse team, she thought she'd be kept safe. But, since the team had left the school, Kit had been annoying her more than usual, she'd learned that Derek had died, and Scott was piling so much guilt onto himself he nearly killed himself. At the very least, she was thankful it was only subconsciously that he had done that.

⠀⠀⠀They'd pulled into a rest stop a few hours before, and Allison managed to get Scott to accept that Derek's death was not his fault. He accepted that, and his wound started to heal.

⠀⠀⠀Now, they were pulling into a sketchy motel parking lot to sleep for the night.

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned to glare at Stiles with an annoyed expression. She'd be sleeping on a stiff bed and at a motel rather than her home. She still wasn't comfortable with the new living situation, but at least she felt safe there.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned to her slowly and returned a nervous smile back to her. He shrugged his shoulders, unsure what to say to make her feel better.

⠀⠀⠀Willow sighed, rolled her eyes, and stood as the line lessened and followed her peers outside the bus.

⠀⠀⠀Scott was ahead of her and the first out of the three. He stared with wide eyes up at the neon sign that flickered every couple of minutes.

⠀⠀⠀"I've seen worse," Scott commented as Stiles and Willow flanked his sides.

⠀⠀⠀"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles scoffed. No one really ever left Beacon Hills, and if they did, why would they end up at a seedy motel worse than the Glen Capri.

⠀⠀⠀"Listen up!" Coach called, clapping his hands to catch his student's attention. Willow, Stiles, and Scott abruptly stopped their conversation and turned to him. "The meet's been pushed 'till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked around and realized she had no one to pair up with. Except for the ghost haunting her, she didn't think Coach would go for that. Stiles and Scott, Lydia and Allison, then Willow left with no one.

⠀⠀⠀Willow ignored the feeling coiling within her stomach and instead turned to look at the Glen Capri. Through the halls, moving through the doors, and even a couple lingering through the parking lot were transparent people. A blue aura around them, Willow had noticed Kit had as well.

⠀⠀⠀"There's always a ton of ghosts around places like this," Kit explained, leaning on Willow's shoulder and frowned. "They're not like me. They're tied to this place from trauma. They won't be able to leave until they accept what they did in their past life, and most can't even remember who they were because it's too much for them to handle."

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked over at Kit, trying to be subtle as she frowned. She took a moment to think about their words then turned back to watch them a little longer. They walked around like NPCs in a video game. Nowhere to go except for where they have to be.

⠀⠀⠀"There seems to be a lot," Willow muttered under her breath.

⠀⠀⠀"Just depends on the place," Kit sighed, shrugging.

⠀⠀⠀Willow noticed Stiles walking over to her with furrowed brows, concerned, and for a second, Willow worried he saw them too.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey," Stiles greeted. Scott trailed behind him with a similar worried expression. "You want me to bunk with you?"

⠀⠀⠀"I think I'll be okay," Willow assured him, but the smile she held looked forced rather than genuine. She had never been the weakest link, and she was tired of feeling like it. She could spend one night in a motel room... at least, she hoped she could. "It's just a night."

⠀⠀⠀"And I can keep an eye on her too...." Kit assured them, paused, then said to Willow, "I always forget they can't hear me."

⠀⠀⠀Willow glanced out of the corner of her eye to look at Kit, then back to Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"This place gives off serious Bates Motel energy," Stiles retorted. "Listen, I'm just—"

⠀⠀⠀"I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants!" Coach exclaimed a few feet away from them, and the three jumped. It was like he had heard them. Then, he turned, his wild eyes pinned on the three of them, and he gave them an annoyed scowl. "I'm talkin' to you, too, Stilinski! No co-ed! Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves! And don't even think I'll be checkin' in on you perverts!"

⠀⠀⠀"Well," Scott said, letting out a long sigh as he looked between the two. "That answers that I guess."

⠀⠀⠀"I'll be fine," Willow tried to convince them, laughing nervously at their concern for her.

⠀⠀⠀"Willow, I'm just worried about you," Stiles explained, running his hands through his hair.

⠀⠀⠀"What about Allison or Lydia?" Scott asked, glancing from her and back toward the girls talking next to the bus. "I bet they wouldn't mind rooming with you."

⠀⠀⠀"I don't feel like trauma dumping on them," Willow admitted, glancing over at Scott with a small frown. "We're not really friends."

⠀⠀⠀"Sure you are!" Scott argued, throwing his hands out at her. "We've been through a lot together."

⠀⠀⠀"Going through the same shit at the same time? Yeah, we did. Together? No, we haven't," Willow argued with him. "The last time I talked to Allison, we were hiding out from Derek and his pack at my place."

⠀⠀⠀There was a moment of silence as Scott soaked that in. They may all know that Scott's a werewolf or the Gallaghers are witches, but there wasn't a lot of interlacing of their issues. While Willow was dealing with Blair and Dillon, Lydia, Allison, and Scott dealt with Peter coming back to life. While Willow was helping Scott and Stiles figured out Scott's new abilities, Allison and Lydia didn't even know what was going on. And the list goes on and on.

⠀⠀⠀They weren't friends, and Willow was okay with that.

⠀⠀⠀A pair of heels were clicking against the concrete before they stopped, alerting the three to turn and look at Lorelei Fischer staring straight at them. She was one of the popular kids at school, a year older than the three. She was like the Lydia Martin of the Juniors.

⠀⠀⠀Lorelei had golden blonde hair she always wore down that somehow maintained even waves to make her hair look elegant. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to peer into their souls and just the nicest personality. Unlike Lydia, everyone loved Lorelei without being bribed. She was kind, warm-hearted, and always looked out for her peers.

⠀⠀⠀Willow wasn't sure, but she had heard a rumor years ago that Lorelei had gotten fed up with this bully freshmen year picking on someone she didn't even know that she'd punched him in the face. The bully had a black eye for a month and ended up moving end of the year. If getting hit by a girl and moving had anything to do with each other, no one ever knew, but they did assume so.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, I hate to say I was eavesdropping, but I was," Lorelei greeted the three with an embarrassed smile pulled across her lips and a slight wave to them before she took a couple steps closer to them. "It's just that I kind of heard you guys talking, and I totally understand what you mean. What room number are you guys?" Lorelei asked, her gaze on Stiles. Her peppy tone was an off-shoot from any of the people Willow surrounded herself with these days, and it was jarring.

⠀⠀⠀"Um," Stiles muttered, fumbling with the key he'd grabbed and looked on the tag. "213."

⠀⠀⠀Lorelei glanced at her keys, then frowned. She walked away from them without another word.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles, Willow, and Scott looked between each other in confusion as they waited awkwardly for her to return if she even did.

⠀⠀⠀Lorelei walked toward the other teenagers still crowding around, discussing roommates, and talked to a few of them. She landed at Danny, and the two spoke for a few minutes that felt like hours to the three staring at her. They traded keys, and Lorelei was heading back to them with a skip in her step.

⠀⠀⠀"212!" Lorelei chirped, holding the red tag for all of them to see. "So, you're close enough to hear if something happens but don't break Finstock's rule," she explained, winking at Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Scott replied for them. The number of people they had met and ended up being entirely different had them skeptical of Lorelei's true intentions. "Why are you helping us?" Scott continued, furrowing his brows.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, I don't want to get into it," Lorelei sighed, her entire demeanor deflating for a moment as she smoothed out the skirt of her floral dress. "But, I get it. I've been there. You guys just want to look out for your friend, and even if she won't admit it, she doesn't want to be alone. No one wants to be alone. So, if I can be there for her, maybe someone doesn't have to feel like I do."

⠀⠀⠀"I can protect you," Kit whispered despite not needing to. "You're worried she's not telling the truth, but I think she is. Her aura is good."

⠀⠀⠀Then, Lorelei smiled wide but looked entirely exhausted.

⠀⠀⠀"So, what do you say? Want to have a flip through news channels until we're so incredibly exhausted we have the worst night's sleep of our lives, Willow?" Lorelei asked, moving past her own issues, and turned to Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"Why not?" Willow shrugged.

⠀⠀⠀"Woah, wait, wait, wait," Stiles called, waving his hands around. "Can we have a minute?"

⠀⠀⠀"Of course," Lorelei assured him and walked a few feet away to be with the few students left lingering outside.

⠀⠀⠀"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, turning to Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm trying to get a room so I can sleep, and it can be tomorrow so I can go home," Willow replied, frowning as she glared back at Stiles. "What are you doing?"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm trying to keep you safe!" Stiles exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀"Standing in the middle of the parking lot of a motel is not safe, Stiles! It's where we get shot," Willow retorted, crossing her arms.

⠀⠀⠀"Come on, why not just ask Allison and Lydia?" Stiles asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Because I don't want to," Willow retorted. "Besides, I trust Lorelei."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles raised an eyebrow at that.

⠀⠀⠀"You trust Lorelei?"

⠀⠀⠀"Well, not really, but—"

⠀⠀⠀"There is no but!" Stiles exclaimed. "Just, I don't know. Sleep on the floor in our room."

⠀⠀⠀"Gross, no," Willow said, curling her lip in disgust. "And you heard Coach he's gonna check rooms."

⠀⠀⠀"Coach is gonna fall asleep the second he gets to his room," Stiles claimed, waving his hand dismissively at her. "And he's a deep sleeper, trust me."

⠀⠀⠀"I don't care. I can't get another suspension again."

⠀⠀⠀"Another?!" Stiles exclaimed. "We're not even a month into school. How can you be worried about getting another suspension?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes, "I'm not there yet, but I don't doubt Coach would figure out a way."

⠀⠀⠀"Come on, man," Scott interrupted the two, finally mediating. "We'll be right next door, and I've got enhanced hearing. If anything's wrong, I'll hear it."

⠀⠀⠀"But what if she—" Stiles started but cut himself off, unable to say anything else.

⠀⠀⠀"I'll be fine," Willow told him sternly. She rested both of her hands on top of Stiles' shoulder until he looked up at her and stared back. "Alright?"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles let out an annoyed huff of air.

⠀⠀⠀"Alright," he muttered.

⠀⠀⠀Willow smiled, giving him a hug without thinking about it. Stiles stopped for a moment but returned the hug after a second. Willow grabbed Scott's hand, pulling him in, too, since he was just there awkwardly. It was comforting as they stood like that for a solid minute.

⠀⠀⠀Then, they broke away and walked over to Lorelei.

⠀⠀⠀"We're good," Willow told Lorelei.

⠀⠀⠀Lorelei grinned ear to ear and looked like she was about to explode into a burst of fireworks.

⠀⠀⠀"Ah! Okay, cool!" Lorelei exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀Then, they headed up to their rooms, up the cement stairs to the second floor. Willow forgot about the ghosts down in the parking lot but up here, where they paced end to end, she grew wary. The ghosts at the hospital had been adamant about talking to her, swarmed her the second they realized she could see them. However, these just walked right past her. She'd been in a couple of their ways, but either they passed right through her or stepped out of the way.

⠀⠀⠀Willow assumed that their lack of engagement was due to why they were there. The ghosts in the hospitals, as Kit explained, were typically either newly deceased or those who helped the recently deceased into the afterlife. That's why many of them were quick to get to Willow. They were looking for a way to get in touch with their families or even be brought back to life themselves.

⠀⠀⠀These ghosts, they'd been dead a long time.

⠀⠀⠀Willow had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she'd forgotten she was with other people. She'd stopped halfway down the hallway, fascinated by the ghosts that didn't even bother giving her a second glance.

⠀⠀⠀Scott was the one to pull her from her daze, standing in front of her as he called her name lightly. When he touched her arm, she snapped back, turning to Scott.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, everything okay?" Scott asked, smiling softly.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, I'm good, sorry," Willow said, rubbing the back of her neck from embarrassment.

⠀⠀⠀Scott kept his smile to try and reassure her, and the two walked back to Lorelei and Stiles, where they stood at the pair of rooms. Lorelei opened 212 and stepped inside, giving them a second chance at privacy.

⠀⠀⠀Willow was sure they'd do an awkward goodnight, but Scott was the first to initiate the ease of everything was okay. He brought Willow into a hug, squeezing her tight against his chest, and said goodnight. She replied, feeling her limbs strain from the pressure he had on her, and even her words came out in a struggle. He laughed at her, letting go, and smiled down at her. She smiled back.

⠀⠀⠀Scott turned to Stiles, taking the keys, and patted him on the shoulder before walking into their room.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Willow both stared as Scott left the two and kept their eyes on the shut door for a second too long. Then, Stiles turned to look at Willow. His expression was nervous, and his fists clenched closed then opened. His stress came off in waves and hit Willow right in the chest. He looked like they were about to ride into battle rather than sleep for the night.

⠀⠀⠀His face faltered after a minute, and it was that look. The look he kept giving her that shredded up her insides. That mix of guilt and sorrow behind his brown eyes. It sometimes made her feel like she was the ghost.

⠀⠀⠀"Stop doing that," Willow told him.

⠀⠀⠀"Doing what?" Stiles asked, his voice strained.

⠀⠀⠀"Looking at me like it was your fault," Willow explained, her frown deepening. "It wasn't."

⠀⠀⠀"It feels like it was," Stiles sighed. He hadn't admitted that out loud, and it showed.

⠀⠀⠀"It wasn't," Willow assured him, reaching her hand up to cup his cheek. "Not the fire. Not this."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles was inching closer now, his nose touching hers and his breath fanning over her face. His eyes, a pool of honey, looked so gently into hers it made her want to melt. The warmth of his cheek was comforting, and she never wanted to leave that moment.

⠀⠀⠀Willow wanted it. She wanted what they almost had that night. She leaned forward, her lips a second from his, but then a resounding panic filled her stomach and blasted into every other part of her. She jolted away, breathing heavily with wild eyes as she looked back at him.

⠀⠀⠀"Sorry," Willow whispered, her hand on her chest as she panted like she had just run a marathon. "Sorry, I just—"

⠀⠀⠀"No, I'm sorry," Stiles told her, his hands up to show he wasn't threatening. "I shouldn't have—"

⠀⠀⠀"It's just Blair—"

⠀⠀⠀"You don't have to explain," Stiles said before she could finish. "Just—Just knock if you need me, okay? Or even pick the lock. I don't doubt that you can. If you need anything, anything. Okay?"

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Willow replied, standing outside of her door with the knowledge that Lorelei had likely heard all of their conversation. "I will. I will," she assured him.

⠀⠀⠀"Alright," he replied, smiling awkwardly. "Night."

⠀⠀⠀"Night," she replied and darted into her room, pressing her forehead against the door.

⠀⠀⠀"Everything alright?" Lorelei asked, hesitant to even say anything.

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned around, glancing at Lorelei then at Kit as they lounged on the opposite bed to Lorelei's. Willow walked over, setting her bag down next to them.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, just some tension between Stiles and I," Willow explained. She had been unzipping her bag then stopped for a minute, questioning why she was willing to unload on Lorelei. In contrast, she had been against doing so with Allison and Lydia.

⠀⠀⠀"Mm," Lorelei nodded with a small smile. She picked up the remote from the bedside table and flipped on the TV to the news channel like she had mentioned. The volume was barely audible as Lorelei continued to talk. "I get it. Me and my current partner were like that."

⠀⠀⠀"What?" Willow asked. Her guard suddenly down.

⠀⠀⠀Between Lorelei's general presentation of herself as lovely and almost older sister concerned and Kit's assurance that Lorelei had a good aura, Willow ignored her wariness in not trusting someone new. Well, at least enough to talk about her ex-boyfriend. Maybe not that she was a witch who couldn't use her powers anymore and saw ghosts, or her ex after Stiles was a psychopathic bitch.

⠀⠀⠀"Exes because they were in love with someone else?" Willow continued, sitting on the edge of the bed.

⠀⠀⠀"Kind of, yeah," Lorelei smiled, turning to look at her. Her head was buried in the pillows, and her shoes were kicked off. She looked comfortable. "Ben and I went to the sixth-grade dance together and dated through seventh, but then he left me for that bitch Cindy Brikowski."

⠀⠀⠀Willow snorted, "She seems nice."

⠀⠀⠀Willow laid back into the smoky-smelling, rock-hard pillows. She wondered how Lorelei looked so comfortable. Kit was beside her, hands behind their head and a soft snore falling from their lips as they acted asleep.

⠀⠀⠀Lorelei let out a small, sarcastic chuckle at that.

⠀⠀⠀"So, nice," Lorelei agreed jokingly, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, Cindy got her braces off and felt like she was too good for Ben. He came crawling back to me not long after. It was difficult at first. I didn't even want to start anything again, but he insisted he just wanted to be friends but—"

⠀⠀⠀"You can't be just friends with an ex," Willow sighed.

⠀⠀⠀"Exactly," Lorelei agreed, turning to stare at the ceiling, and Willow followed. "There's always a little something odd in the middle of it. I know plenty of people who make it work, but sometimes it just doesn't happen that way."

⠀⠀⠀"Seems to be happening a lot these days," Willow muttered, closing her eyes and pressing her hand against her forehead in frustration.

⠀⠀⠀"Not surprising," Lorelei commented nonchalantly. "You guys are cute together, and you seem to care about one another a lot."

⠀⠀⠀Willow opened her eyes again, turning to look at Lorelei, who was already staring back at her.

⠀⠀⠀"But, girl, take your time," Lorelei continued, waving her hand. "I know I said I wouldn't say anything but this is all I'll say. You've been through a lot. I don't know how much. No one does. Only you know. You have to allow yourself that time to heal rather than slap a pretty pink Hello Kitty band-aid on top of it. It's not gonna do shit. Just ask yourself, when you're ready, do you want to be with him or not?"

⠀⠀⠀"What if I don't know?" Willow asked.

⠀⠀⠀"You're not ready to know yet," Lorelei assured her with a warm smile. "You're still fresh from the womb. Give yourself time. Let yourself keep that on your mind, and then one day, you'll know."

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

Alright, a lot happens in this chapter lmao.

Sorry, I decided to skip the episode before this, Frayed, I hope it still makes sense. It was very boring to me and I attempted to write it but it wasn't working for me. I did write one scene I like so I might add in a deleted scenes page into my meet my ocs book later this week.

I really love this episode. I decided to give it a little backstory because I had a good idea for it. Morgan is Morgan / Morgana le Fey from Arthurian legend. And I even based her spell casting on the BBC show train wreck masterpiece Merlin. It's different to the Gallagher's style which is Latin based. She has no ties to the Gallagher's other than the fact that she is a witch.

Lorelei is not my OC. She was created by my best friend, jakesperaltas, for her own Teen Wolf fic. She has a little bit of adjustments from her original version since she is for a different Stiles fic but I wanted to include her because I needed someone for Willow to bunk with. I almost had one of my other OCs come in early but due to the nature of both their characters they couldn't. I love Lorelei though. She's really fun to write since I like to write assholes mainly. Sadly, these two chapters will be the only ones for Lorelei so don't get your hopes up!! (Unless I need to use her in later seasons but I don't think I will)

Also, trauma for my girl Willow. You gotta love it.

SONG: Immortals by Fall Out Boy

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