A LITTLE FAMILY REUNION

Harper's heart felt as if it was being thrown about in her chest as her brown eyes flickered up to meet the her not-so-dead-father's eyes. He raised his eyebrows when he realised who she was, a wide grin crossing his face. The taller man lowered the taser, surprised.

"Harper?" He questioned in disbelief, his accent the same as the two young adults' in front of him.

The brunette didn't respond because she wasn't able to. The shock of seeing her dad in front of her, very much alive, was too much. He looked perfectly fine, sporting the thin, cotton jumpers he always used to wear. However he looked older, of course, and had a bandage wrapped around his forehead. Blood seeped through the middle.

She finally snapped out of it when she noticed Harry's heavy breathing behind her. He was scared for her and that terrified Harper.

"D-Dad," she stuttered, "you're alive."

Gabriel Valack nodded, the smile still present on his face, "yes, I survived, Harps. I'm right here."

She inwardly cringed at the the nickname that her friends gave her. It sounded gross coming from his thin lips, like a curse word. The way he spoke was condescending, as if she was still the eleven year old girl he knew before the shooting.

"I-" Harper couldn't string a proper sentence together, not sure on what to say or what to do.

Gabriel placed a hand on her arm, "it's okay, sweetheart," he acted nicer towards her than he did when she was young, "I know this is all very confusing for you, but I was going to come for you, when you're-"

"When I turned eighteen," she finished his sentence for him sternly.

Valack looked shocked, "what?"

"Harper," Harry called warningly from behind her.

She was panicking inside, unsure whether to make a run for it or not. Harper couldn't just leave Harry behind, not when she promised to get him out of here.

"When I turn into an Empath, like my mother. That's when you were going to come and get me. So you could experiment on me like you did with Harry," the words wouldn't stop flowing out of her mouth, "you killed our mothers so you could work on Harry and I... You're a monster."

Gabriel's face hardened like it did whenever Harper asked him for something unreasonable as child. He raised his hand to smack her, but Harper ducked last second. Valack growled and turned around, bringing the taser back out. He lit it up, taunting her.

Harper wearily took a step back, aware that Harry was screaming for her to just leave him. It wasn't in Harper's nature to leave someone behind. If there was a way, she would find it.

What would Scott do?

She thought about this as she dived away from his taser and arms again, knowing she couldn't keep just dodging him. It was going to end badly for her if she didn't start fighting back. She would try to punch him, but she was worried about the taser in his hands. He was much bigger than her.

As he started coming up again with the taser, Harper took a deep breath and swung her leg up as high as she could. Her Adidas Originals came in contact with the handle of the taser, sending it out of Valack's tight grip. It rolled away towards Harry's cell, but nobody took any notice.

Valack swung to punch his daughter, his fist landing straight on her shoulder. Harper fell backwards, crying out at the pain. The older man approached her confidently, but like a child would, she shot her leg out and kicked him in the knee. She heard something crack and he buckled, falling harshly against the cell behind him. Harry's cell.

Harper watched as Harry raised the taser that had rolled under his bars and tasered his father in the neck. The brunette quickly looked away, using everything inside her not to connect. She heard him crying out before falling back down with a smack! until suddenly there was a heavy silence. Only heavy breathing filled it.

She looked back at her brother in amazement. Harry looked shocked at his own doings, dropping the taser immediately. It clattered on the concrete ground and rolled away. Harper took a minute to catch her breath before shakily standing up.

"Holy crap," she muttered, "I can't believe we just did that."

Harry nodded before looking up, a flicker of a smile on his pale face, "yeah, I've kinda been wanting to do that for a long time now."

...

Harry had guided Harper through step by step instructions on locking Valack up. At the end of the hall there was a cell made of special glass that Harper assumed was impossible to break through. She grabbed him and dragged him down the long hall, panting and sweating all of the way.

After she had slumped him up against it, she went for the keys attached to Jeremy's waist and tried every single one until she found the correct one. Wiping sweat off of her forehead, she dropped his body in the middle of the cell and quickly left, making sure to lock it behind her.

Before she went back to her brother, she took a moment to stare at her father. Looking at him made her sick to her stomach. He had done so much to her and she hadn't even realised it until these past few days. He was a liar, scum, a murderer. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"How do I get you out?" The brunette asked Harry as she glanced at all of the keys in her hands.

Harry took the keys from her dainty hands, inspecting all of them for the one he had become familiar to Jeremy or his father using. He found the one he was looking for and grinned, passing it back to Harper.

"This one," he insisted, "oh my god, I'm finally getting out of here."

Harper grinned at him, "yes, you are."

She placed the key in the lock and twisted it. The door buzzed quietly and unlocked. Harry took a deep breath, moving towards the exit he had been dreaming of opening for years now. Harper jumped and wrapped him in a hug, being careful of his fragile body. He laughed happily, hugging her back.

He was much taller than her, probably just an inch under six foot. Harry pulled away from the hug when he heard footsteps down the hall. Eyes wide, he gently grabbed Harper's arm.

"We need to get out of here," he whispered quickly.

Nodding, Harper began to guide him the way that she had came with Jeremy, which was thankfully the opposite direction of where the people were coming from. Thankfully the door that Jeremy had to use his fingerprint to get through didn't require one to leave. They dashed down the long hall and to the elevator.

Harper pressed the button to the first floor and they started going up. Harry stood right beside her, so close that they were brushing against each other. He was terrified of stepping foot outside of Eichen. He didn't know a normal life without his mother.

"How long has it been since you've been outside?" Harper asked, concerned.

"Since I first got here," Harry told her, "I'm scared."

Harper grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "you're going to be one hundred percent okay, alright? I'm going to help you every single step of the way."

Harry nodded but frowned after a while, "where will I stay?"

"With me," Harper replied instantly, "I live with one of my best friend's and his mum. They're both so kind, they'd let you stay, I promise."

"Nobody but my mother has ever been so nice to me," Harry softly spoke as the elevator door dinged.

"We're family, Harry," she squeezed his hand one last time before letting go, "family need to look after each other."

He nodded back as they stepped into the lobby. Harper looked towards where the receptionist was, surprised to see him awake. Harper guessed he had never seen Harry before because he was in a secret unit for supernatural creatures.

They left the building, the cold evening air immediately hitting the teenagers and biting at their cheeks. Harry lifted his hand up, letting the wind flow past his slender fingers and course through his dark locks. He grinned a little.

"This... This is a feeling I will never take for granted again," he spoke, amazed, "I feel so free."

Harper pulled him towards the gates and out of Eichen's grounds, "now you officially are."

The younger girl's words were enough to make Harry start to cry. The tears came slow at first, but the more he dwelled on the thought, the more emotional he became. Sobs escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on his shoulders. He had lost so much and now he was finally free.

Harper teared up a little too, stroking his back comfortingly.

"Come on," Harper whispered sweetly, "let's go back to my house. I'll show you the room you can stay in and we can get you something to change into. You're kind of thin so Scott's clothes won't fit you, um..."

She thought about who would lend Harry some clothes that was small enough. Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Derek were too big for his deprived body. Harper guessed that Scott's clothes would have to do until they had some money to get him some.

"Thank you, for everything," he smiled slightly as they walked up the wooden steps to the McCall household, "I don't know how much longer I could have endured inside that place."

Harper didn't say anything but smiled a little. She led Harry up into her bedroom where he stared at all of the things pinned up on her walls. He noticed a picture of her, Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia and smiled.

"Are these your friends?" He asked.

Harper came up behind him and nodded her head, "yes, that one there is Scott, the person living here," she pointed at the Hispanic boy that was holding an ice-cream, "and that's Stiles, my boyfriend."

"What kind of name is Stiles?" Harry chuckled softly.

Harper giggled a little, "his real name is Mieczyslaw."

Harry's eyes widened, "jesus."

"I know."

...

Harry had changed into Scott's old clothes that were slightly smaller from before he became a werewolf and got ripped. They were a little loose in places but Harper figured he would grow into them.

They sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a plate of food in front of Harry and a juice box in front of Harper. She sipped at it every now and then, her thoughts starting to cloud over with worry for her friends. In the heat of the moment she had forgotten all about Scott, Allison and Stiles who were sacrificing themselves for their parents.

"You okay?" Harry asked, his mouth filled with what looked like cheese.

"Not really," she admitted, "you know how I mentioned my group solves a lot of this town's supernatural stuff?"

Harry thought for a second before nodding.

"Yeah, well, right now we're trying to stop something called the Darach from sacrificing Allison's dad, Stiles' dad and Scott's mum. They're doing this substitute sacrifice which involves them dying for a little bit and it's going on right now. I'm just worried about them."

Harry's eyes were a little wide, "your life sounds like a TV show."

Harper chuckled, "maybe in some alternate universe it is."

"Maybe," Harry hummed before they were left in a comfortable silence.

Suddenly Harry seemed to go a little pale, causing Harper's brows to furrow in concern. She felt a wave of sickness hit her and realised what was going on. Quickly standing, she grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom. Harry hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach.

He carried on until he was dry heaving, causing Harper to cringe. She found an old toothbrush that was still in the packet underneath the sink, wetting it ready for him to use. Harry flushed the chain and wiped the back of his mouth with his hand, groaning softly.

"I think I ate too much," he admitted, "my body just isn't used to it."

Harper handed him the toothbrush and toothpaste which he accepted gratefully.

"It's okay," she reassured him, "next time just eat a little less."

Nodding, Harry began to brush his teeth. Once he was finished, they went back to the living room and took seats on the couch. Harry wasn't used to the comfort and fell asleep almost instantly. Harper took a few minutes to just look at him.

Everything that had gone down in the past twenty or so hours was just pure craziness. The sun had already rose hours and hours ago and she hadn't gotten any texts from Lydia. The full moon was approaching, causing her to become nervous. She really hoped they woke up soon.

Harper thought about going back over to the clinic before realising she would have to take Harry. How was she going to tell her pack about her half brother? They were going to be so mad at her for not telling them and all of the danger she had put herself through. Would they even believe her? What if they didn't accept Harry? What if Melissa didn't want him living with them?

Panic filled Harper so she stepped away from the living room, not wanting to wake up Harry. She rubbed her face as she poured herself some water, taking small sips and trying to calm down. Her hands remained clammy and her heart beat was a little off, but other than that she was fine. She could function.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Harper realised it had been a total of twenty one hours since Stiles, Allison and Scott became sacrifices and she had no texts from Lydia. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, her heart skipping a beat when she saw that it had gone flat.

"Oh my god," she muttered, grabbing her denim jacket off of the back of one of the chairs and rushing into the living room, "Harry, wake up."

Harry stirred before his brown eyes slowly flickered open, "is everything okay?" His voice was deep from sleep.

She shook her head, "we need to go and meet my friends at the animal clinic. I don't have time to charge my phone but it's been twenty one hours and I'm such a bad friend and-"

"Calm down," he placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes glowing a faint purple.

Harper's glowed back unconsciously and she felt all anxiety leave her body. She was shocked, her lips parted in amazement as she stared at him.

He smiled slightly, "I didn't know if it would work because you're an Empath too, but clearly it does. Have you ever done that before?"

"The first time I did it I didn't even mean to," she remembered sadly, "my friend was nervous going up the rock wall in gym class, so I touched her shoulder and told her she would be fine, and... she was. At least until she got up there."

"Is that one of the girls from your pictures?" He asked as they made their way out of the house, referring to Lydia or Allison.

She shook her head, "her name was Erica. She's gone now."

Harry's smile faltered, "you've lost a lot."

"I know," Harper whispered before straightening up, "but I'll be damned if I lose any of my friends now. Come on."

....

When the siblings made it to the animal clinic Harper was horrified to find it empty. Not even Deaton was in sight. The full moon was already up and a storm was brewing outside. Harper hugged her denim jacket closer to her as she walked over to the tub that Stiles had been in. She dipped her hand in the water, clenching her eyes shut to will herself from crying.

"I told him I would be here," she looked back up at Harry who stood in the doorway, slightly confused, "I don't know where they would have gone. I know they're looking for the Nemeton, but I have no clue where it is."

Harry placed a hand on her shoulder, "have you been able to track people yet?"

"Huh?" Harper glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Using the mist that we see sometimes. The colour depends on the persons aura, black for evil, etcetera," Harry explained, "have you ever used it to find someone?"

Harper nodded quickly in realisation, "yes, yes! When Stiles was kidnapped by Gerard last year, I found him by following some grey mist. I don't know how to activate it, though."

"I can't do it because I don't know him, but you can, Harper," he told her, "you need to focus. Think about Stiles, think about the last time you saw him, and how much you want to see him."

Harper closed her eyes, obeying Harry's orders. She imagined his soft, whiskey eyes as they stared into hers, the way his hair looked when he ran his hands through it nervously, the smile he sent her every time she walked into the room. His scent, how his hand felt against hers, how his lips fit hers like puzzle pieces.

Sure enough, when she opened her eyes, a grey mist pooled around her feet. She gasped and looked up at Harry excitedly.

"Do you see it?" She asked him, pointing to the ground.

"No, only you can see that, Harps," he told her, "now, follow it."

Nodding, Harper began to follow the grey mist, Harry walking straight beside her. They turned down roads upon roads until half an hour later they were down the main road that led to Beacon Hills Preserve. Rain lashed down onto their bodies, drenching their hair and causing it to stick to their faces.

"Bloody hell!" Harry yelled, pushing his hair out of his face for the hundredth time that evening, "I definitely didn't miss this bit."

Harper chuckled a little but she was cut short when she saw a familiar car on the side of the road. Stiles' blue jeep was stuck in a ditch, the lights still on.

"Stiles!" She yelled, running towards it.

She made her way to the drivers side, letting out a dry sob when she saw him leaning against he door. He didn't have his seatbelt on, his body looking lifeless and blood dripping from his pale forehead. It stained in his dark hair and trailed down the side of his face.

"Stiles," she cried again, shaking his arm gently.

She didn't want to open the door in case he fell out and it did more damage. She tapped his face gently before sliding her fingers under his neck and feeling for a pulse. Harper felt one and let out a breath of relief.

Harry came up beside her, "jesus christ."

Harper turned to face him, "can we do something? Is there some sort of Empath thing-"

"No," he cut her off, "Not that I know of, anyway. Keep trying to wake him up."

She turned back to her boyfriend, tears spilling down her cheeks. There was something about seeing someone you love so hurt that filled you with a type of unbearable pain. She shook him again.

"Stiles," she called, "Sti, wake up."

Suddenly, Stiles lurched forwards, letting out a small cry. His hand immediately went to the wound on the side of his head. He pulled his slender fingers away as he winced, inspecting the crimson liquid covering them. His hazel eyes flickered to Harper and he exhaled heavily.

"Harper," he struggled to get the door open, "where were you? You had all of us worried sick."

"Why are you worrying about me, you idiot? Your head is bleeding," she stressed.

Harper helped him pull the door open and grabbed him in a tight hug. He hugged her back as if her life depended on it.

"Who's that?" He pointed at Harry, who Harper forgot was even there, "and why is he wearing Scott's clothes from Freshman year?"

She swallowed thickly, "this is Harry. It's a very, very long story, but we don't have any time. He's here to help us, though. Come on, lets go save your dad."

Stiles tore his gaze away from the taller boy and nodded, reaching into the back seat and pulling out an aluminium bat. He gently smacked it against his other hand.

"We're gonna need this."

...

Stiles lead them to the Nemeton in just under twenty minutes, although it felt like hours underneath the harsh conditions that mother nature had provided them with. Harper thought that was it for them, that they weren't going to find Melissa, Noah or Chris, until she heard screaming and yelling.

She jumped into action, pointing over at a cellar near a large cut down stump, "over there!"

The three raced over towards it. It was already opened up and the earth around it was crumbling. Isaac was using his werewolf strength to try and stop it from falling on top of him, the adults and Allison, but he was slowly giving in. Stiles jumped down since the stairs had already broken, quickly placing the aluminium bat between the floor and the unstable roof.

Everything went silent, only heavy breathing filling the air. Everybody looked up and saw Stiles, their eyes widening. Harper let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding.

"I always said that aluminium was better than wood," Sheriff Stilinski joked.

Stiles jumped up, wrapping his father into a bone crushing hug. Soil was still rushing inside the gaps in the earth but everybody was calm, relieved to finally have been saved. All of a sudden, the wind stopped, causing everyone to look around in surprise.

"Is it over?" Allison questioned no one in particular.

Sheriff chuckled, wrapping Stiles back into a hug. Stiles patted his father's back, grateful that he was okay. His phone began to buzz in his pocket so he pulled it out.

"Scott?" He paused, "yeah, I'm okay. We're all okay. Harper's okay, too," pause, "yeah, we found her. How about you?" Pause, "Well, think you can come get us?" Pause, "great, okay. Um, bring a ladder."

...

It had been an extremely long weekend. Harper had to tell everyone about Harry, about Eichen, her father, all of it. Stiles was upset at first, angry that she didn't trust him enough to tell him. She assured him that wasn't the case and Harry spoke to him in private. He was quickly talking to her again, thankfully. Stiles even spoke to Harry a bit, although it was still evident he didn't trust him a little.

Melissa fell in love with him as soon as she met him. He had grown up in a privileged area in London and his manners were even better than Harper's. He knew just what to say and she loved having him around. Harry loved having a mother figure again, too.

Scott also liked Harper's half brother. He gave him loads of old clothes and stuff to fill up the room Melissa had let him have in their house. It was right next to Harper's bedroom so they spoke a lot.

Raphael was back living with the McCall's again and was very confused about Harry. Melissa assured him it was none of his business but the agent carried on asking personal questions whenever possible.

Allison had met him briefly, but Harper wasn't sure how she felt. Lydia thought he was absolutely adorable. She had asked him if he had a girlfriend, causing both Harper and Harry to choke a little. Isaac was close with Harry since he was also living in the McCall household.

"Jeez, this place has become quite the orphanage," he had joked, and thankfully Harry had found it amusing.

When school rolled around again on Monday, Harper left Harry at home with a list of things to do. Harry had insisted upon it so he didn't feel completely useless. He was in his very early twenties so he couldn't go back to high school, but he'd be getting a job soon.

Harper was at her locker sorting through her stuff when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her off of the ground. Squealing, she laughed and tried to get Stiles to drop her, but he just twirled her around, hugging her close to his chest. Some students stared but neither of them cared.

"Hey," he kissed her sweetly, "happy one year anniversary."

A grin crossed the Empath's face, "happy one year anniversary," she pulled a rose out of her locker and passed it to him, "I love you."

He looked down at it and blushed, "you got me a rose?"

Harper nodded, "yeah, and this," she placed a photo album in his hands, "I know it's cheesy, but I haven't had a job since the video store and we've been really busy lately-"

Stiles cut her off by placing his lips on hers, "I love it," he reassured her, "I love you."

Smiling, Harper tucked some hair behind her ear and closed her locker. Stiles reached into the backpack slung over his shoulder and pulled out an envelope. Harper took it and carefully opened it.

Two tickets to a The Neighbourhood concert were inside, causing her heart to skip a beat. Her jaw dropped and she looked up at Stiles, amazed.

"You beautiful, beautiful human being!" She jumped up, wrapping her arms around him, her fingers still gripping onto the tickets.

He felt them brush against his neck and he chuckled in amusement, tracing small circles on her back. She pulled away and kissed him again. He moved his hands to her cheeks, desperate to take as much of her in as he could before first period.

"Stilinski! Verum!" Coach Finnstock yelled from down the hall, "no PDA in the halls!"

Both teenagers blushed and awkwardly pulled apart. Coach made 'I'm watching you' signals at them from where he stood in the doorway, causing the two of them to laugh a little.

They turned and noticed Scott enter the building, walking down the hall with a small smile on his face. Stiles came up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, patting his chest. Harper walked on the other side of Scott, grinning at him as he smiled down at her.

Harper had every reason to be happy. She had met her half brother and they had a great relationship, she had gotten back together with her boyfriend, she had helped save Beacon Hills from the Darach and her friends were all happy and healthy.

Life was really looking up for Harper Verum.

Until it wasn't.

...

3A IS DONE! 3A IS DONE! AND 3B IS NEXT WHICH MEANS VOID STILES JSJSJSJSJ

(not proof read)

at this rate i will have finished this book by the end of the summer holidays wowwww

also, I've been working on two other fan fictions lately. let me know if you're interested in reading these and i might publish them:

sweet pea // riverdale

peter parker // spider-man: homecoming

i don't want to publish them if no one will read them ahaha