𝟏𝟓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

✯☾✯

"𝑵𝒐, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."

Peter stood from his crouched position and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe Lydia's blood of his chin. Lizzie stayed sat on the ground, rubbing at the marks the alpha had left on her wrist. She still hadn't quite processed what had just happened.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me." Peter murmured.

"And Lizzie?" Stiles persisted.

"She can stay. I don't need her yet."

Lizzie rocked slightly and bunched her knees up before glancing at Lydia's broken state. She reached forward again to try and heal the girl but Peter put his foot in the way and kicked her hands back.

"Just kill me." Stiles began to plead, already on his knees. "Look, I don't care anymore!"

Peter advanced towards the boy and unsheathed his claws under his chin causing Stiles to rise, breathing heavily. Peter's foot slammed down on Lizzie's hands when she tried to move and he ground his heel into her skin.

He smiled at the female brunette's silent pain and then turned back to Stiles.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

Lizzie gritted her teeth through the pain and looked up at the man. "You're leaving me here. I could just tell them who did this."

Peter chuckled darkly and increased the pressure on her damaged hands. "No, you won't. You didn't see what happened, you were knocked out for a while, and you hurt your poor hands. If you don't stick to that story it will be more than just the hands I snap off Stiles here. Understand?"

She did but she didn't say anything, she focused on preventing her eyes from leaking.

"I said, do you understand?" Peter repeated menacingly and Lizzie nodded.

He removed his foot.

"Good. I'll be back for you, sweetheart."

After Stiles had made the call alerting Jackson of Lydia's whereabouts, Peter and his hostage left leaving Lizzie alone on the dark field with only the redhead's body to keep her company.

Reaching out, she connected her aching hands with Lydia's skin and tried to heal her but her attempts failed seemingly due to her damaged fingers and palms.

Instead, she decided to what was best for Lydia and that was to get her to help as soon as possible. She clamped Lydia's arm between her bleeding wrists seeing her hands were- currently unavailable and pushed up from the ground. Yelling and grunting, she did her best to drag Lydia across the field as carefully as she could.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she watched Lydia's head bob up and down as she was being pulled. "I'm sorry."

Limp and tired, Lizzie barley made it halfway across the field before she heard the yells of Jackson.

"Lydia? Oh my god Lydia."

He came sprinting towards the girls, dropping down beside the unconscious and not paying any mind to the sobbing Lizzie, although she didn't blame him.

"What happened?" His eyes blazed. "What did you do?"

Lizzie was dumfounded.

"I swear I didn't do anything. I-"

She felt as though she was going to break down any second but, that wouldn't help anyone.

"I- I tried to help her, just please get her to the hospital."

Jackson barley registered the girl speaking and instead he scooped his ex-girlfriend up in his arms and hurried off with her.

Lizzie was alone again. Her teary orbs flickered around the deserted emptiness, unsure what to do. She knew she needed to find Scott or Stiles and find a way to help them but first she had to fix the throbbing mess of her hands.

Something felt different that night, different than all the other times her trio had fought the supernatural this year.

This was the battle.

The chase of the Alpha.

The codebreaker.

(Cue teen wolf intro)

✯☾✯

Lizzie arrived at the hospital swiftly. After Jackson had rudely abandoned at the school, she'd had to make her own way. To be honest she was surprised she'd made it there with the extent of the agony, but her mind was to set on saving her friends, so she'd managed to block most of it out.

Upon arriving she was seen to briskly, luckily the bones in her hand hadn't been crushed to the extent Peter had hoped. Within an hour she'd been bandaged up and the swelling started to decrease.

The plan.

Lizzie had devised herself a step-by-step guide to save the world superhero style. With her limited knowledge and lack of common sense, it wasn't at all safe and most of it was bound to go wrong. But she couldn't help but try, right?

The first thing on the agenda was calling Stiles. Her phone was tucked down the back of her sparkly heels. She glanced down and made the realization she was still in her wretched dress. Sighing, Lizzie found one of the hospital's laundry carts and swiped a few articles of clothing.

They were kid-sized and mix matched but they fit her well, so she decided they'd have to do. Her dress was dumped in a supply closet to pick up when she next visited Davis. After she was changed, she took a seat in the waiting room next to a blonde curly haired girl who was fumbling around with a bottle.

Lizzie noticed her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she tried and failed to screw open the bottle cap. Bags hung under the pitiable girl's eyes. She looked exhausted.

Slowly, so's not to panic her even more, she reached her hand over and placed it on the trembling girl's own. The blonde flinched at her touch, her welled up eyes jumping up to meet Lizzie's.

"Let me do it?" The brunette suggested and carefully pried the bottle from her grip. She unscrewed it with and ease and handed it back to the girl.

"Why did you do that?" The girl whispered, her voice quivered as she expected something more to come from the action.

"Bottle caps are pesky things." Lizzie shrugged and the girls held a familiar gaze.

"I recognise you, what's your name?" The smaller girl smiled as she asked.

"Erica-"

"-Reyes! Yes, that's it. You're in some of my classes."

Erica looked surprised.

"You remember me?"

Lizzie giggled. "How could I not remember someone as pretty as you?"

Erica blushed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I-"

She didn't know what to say, she just sort of drifted off into thought. So, Lizzie left her to it and pulled out her phone from the stolen jacket that clung to her. She scrolled through her contact list and clicked on Stiles' name.

The dial tone sounded and then a couple of rings.

"Hey."

A small voice squeaked.

"Are you okay? Tell me what I need to do." Lizzie questioned quietly, concerned at how feeble Stiles' voice sounded.

"I-I'm fine. I'm okay. Are you?"

"All good. Hands are okay and I have a plan to save everyone."

"Oh goodie." Stiles sassed, even with his mind set with fear, he still managed to add a little sarcasm to his words.

"Think of me as Bonnie Bennet right now. I've totally got this."

Neither of them were too sure about that.

"Why do you think you need to have a plan? I'm sure Scott's got everything under control."

A heavy beat.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing." Lizzie hissed, clamping the phone further on her ear. "I'm helping in the best way I can."

"Which is how?"

"I've made a list of all the things I need to do to save your asses." She explained. "Number one is to make sure your safe. So..."

Stiles hummed down the line. "I think I'm as safe as I could be right now, given the circumstances."

"Can you give me a location? Can I come get you if you need me to?"

Stiles hummed and the phone line crackled a little. "Right now, I'm on my way to the hospital without Peter."

"Are you kidding? I'm at the hospital right now." Lizzie spoke, relieved she was going to see her best friends.

"Okay, perfect. When I get there, we can go over what the fuck we are going to do."

The pair bid their farewells and the lines clicked off. Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie spotted a flash of red hair as one of the doors to the hospital rooms swung open. Hopeful, Lizzie stood from the chair and made her way over to the room. Through the glass window, she recognised exactly who the beautifully coloured hair belonged to.

Lydia.

She wasn't sure if she was allowed to go in but after checking to see if anyone was looking, Lizzie pushed open the door. Lydia lay limply on the rickety bed, an oxygen mask attached to her. Lizzie sighed at the sight of the unconscious girl and went to take a seat in the uncomfortable chair beside her.

Lydia and Lizzie weren't that close but they seemed to become a little bit like friends since  he night they were locked in the school. And since Lizzie comforted the strawberry blonde after her breakup, she'd definitely looked at Lydia a little differently. Somehow, she'd managed to break through the cold, unintelligent façade put on and get a glimpse at the real Lydia Martin. And boy was she beautiful.

Lizzie gazed at the girl sympathetically. Even in her current state she looked stunning. Given her hands hadn't healed properly, Lizzie couldn't heal Lydia even when she tried again.

That was something to make a note about. Her hands seemed to be have to be in perfect condition for her powers to work.

After giving up on the fact she wasn't going to mend her friend, she intwined their fingers together and used her thumb to brush over Lydia's skin. Her skin felt weird.

Cold.

It wasn't long before she heard the distance tones of Stiles' voice. Lizzie lifted Lydia's hands to her lips and then flitted out the room.

Stood near Lydia's room was Stiles and his dad.

"Stiles!" Lizzie called and Stiles whipped round at the sound of his friend's voice.

The two bounced and ran towards each other at the same time, leaving the Sherriff extremely confused.

"Holy Jesus, you're okay." Lizzie gasped when Stiles wrapped his arms around her. A flood of relief fell on top of the girl. That was person she knew was safe tonight. One down. One secure.

"I'm okay. You're okay?" Stiles reassured as he pulled away, the Sherriff by this point had wandered off to take a call.

"I'm all good."

"We need to go." Stiles pointed out, signalling their little reunion was over. Lizzie nodded in agreement and the two set out walking through the hospital.

"Oh, guess what. You're gonna love this." Stiles started. "Jackson's here."

Lizzie groaned. "Why?" She asked in a whiny voice.

"My dad spoke with him-" They turned a corner. "Aha."

Jackson stood, tux still on, it seemed Lizzie had been the only one who had time to get changed, and his back resting lazily against a wall. Lydia's blood still stained his shirt.

Lizzie pulled her borrowed jacket to cover face and Stiles looked the other way so that Jackson didn't spot them however their attempts failed as Jackson began to trail behind them.

"Hey, where are you going?" His annoying voice came.

"To find Scott." Stiles responded tonelessly.

"But you don't have a car." Jackson stated definitely.

"I'm aware of that. Thank you." Stiles shot back.

"Here, I'll drive. Come on-"

Stiles' mission set marching came to a halt when Jackson placed his hand on his shoulder to pull him back. Stiles ripped Jackson's hand off him and glared.

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault." He lectured.

"Look, I have a car. You don't and I'm assuming the squirt doesn't either,"

He pointed at Lizzie, and she reached her hands up to mime strangling him, desperate to push herself further and do it for real.

"Do you want my help or not?"

"I vote no." Lizzie piped up, raising her hand and waving it in the air.

"You got something you wanna say to may face?" Jackson turned and squared himself up to the smaller brunette.

"Actually I do, dude." Lizzie tried to advance but was pulled back by Stiles who slapped his hand over her mouth so that she couldn't say anything to actually offend. The truth was, right now Jackson was the only one who could help them.

"Did you bring the Porsche?" Stiles tried to divert Jackson's attention from Lizzie.

"Yeah." Jackson huffed before producing his keys from his pocket.

"Good." Stiles said, releasing his grip on Lizzie and snatching the keys. "I'll drive."

The unlikely trio turned to leave but were stopped by a new group.

"Boys." Chris Argent greeted with a peculiar smile. It grew when he spotted Lizzie peeking round from behind Stiles. "And girl."

The men behind him stood tall and menacing.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall? Uh- I haven't seen him since the dance." Stiles stammered out what sounded like a lie but it was undoubtably true.

Chris hummed patronisingly. "Lizzie."

Lizzie stepped out completely from behind Stiles. "Hello."

"Care to tell me where Scott is?" Chris spoke in an antagonizing sweet voice.

"Who?" Lizzie stared at the ground sheepishly.

"Oh, for the love of god." Stiles muttered under his breath.

Before they knew it, the teens were thrown in an empty hospital room and the door was locked behind them.

"Let's try this again."

"Where is Scott McCall?"

When no one replied, Chris took the liberty of forcefully grabbing Stiles by the collar of his shirt and shoving him into a wall.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" The hunter snarled.

Stiles responded in the complete wrong way. "No. I could put it on my to-do list if you just let me go."

Chris dropped his grip but stayed in position.

"Well I have," He continued. "And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon."

One of Chris' men latched onto Jackson and Lizzie's arm.

Lizzie bit her lip awkwardly, glancing around the room. She locked eyes with the guy that was holding her, him glaring fiercely.

"I like your hat." She smiled. The guy may be bruising her arm but he certainly did have a cool hat.

"Can you imagine that?"

Lizzie snatched her attention back to the conversation at hand.

Stiles breathed heavily. "No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more selective-"

Chris slammed his hands into the cupboards he'd backed Stiles to, creating a sudden bang. Jackson flinched at the increase in volume and one of his hands flew out to grasp Lizzie's.

The girl's face resembled obvious surprise but, as much as she hated it, she let their fingers intwine together. Jackson needed comfort, he was scared and uneducated in what was going now. Lizzie wasn't about to deny him his solace.

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?" Chris yelled. "Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. Me and Lizzie handcuffed him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer we locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Stiles grew louder as he spoke, his eyes filled with scorching fire.

Chris took a step back and chuckled pitifully. "I hate to dispel a popular rumour, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh right, Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it." Stiles taunted.

"Never." Chris' eyes saddened as he looked back at his men.

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?" Chris refused to look at the Stilinski boy, already suspecting the answer.

"Your sister."

Two words that made Chris' jaw clench. He removed his hands completely from the boy and looked around.

"Elizabeth." He called the girl. "I need you to come with me."

Lizzie's brow creased. "What-"

"No questions asked!" Chris interrupted with a shout.

Still confused, Lizzie took a step forward when the man behind her released her.

"No wait-" Stiles started to protest but the Argent silenced him.

"I know what you are Lizzie." Chris stated calmly.

That peaked Lizzie's interest.

"I know what you are, and I can tell you, I can train you. I just- I just need you to come with me for now."

✯☾✯

"So I'm not a werewolf and I'm not a vampire. Am I a witch?"

"No."

"A siren?"

"No."

"A dragon?"

"What?"

"Am I a unicorn? Please can I be a unicorn?"

"Are you okay?"

Chris was tired. When he'd brought Lizzie with him, he didn't picture her being such hard work. The drive was only ten minutes long and yet it seemed like eternity. Along with the pelting questions, Lizzie had also managed to take full control over the music choice even though she was in the back seat.

"I'm fine thanks. I- Oh you left some gummy bears." There was a rustling and Lizzie plucked a gold packet from the pocket in the door. "Can I have them?"

"Go ahead." Chris nodded. At least they would keep her quiet.

Soon, the expensive car pulled up by Beacon Hills Preserve and the two got out. Chris hid half a dozen weapons around his bodice, and they set off walking into the dark woods.

"So, why exactly are we here?" Lizzie wondered, kicking the leaves as she walked.

"You'll see." Chris spoke, not really paying attention and focusing on his surroundings.

Suddenly, Lizzie's ears pricked up when they approached the clearing near the Hale House.

"I'm gonna miss those brown eyes."

Chris seemed to recognise the voice two as the two emerged from the shadows of the trees.

"Kate!" He called and the blonde woman, Kate Argent, turned, the gun she pointed at Scott did not fall.

Scott

Scott

Lizzie tried to run to him however Chris caught her wrist and pulled her back before she could put herself in danger. Noticing Allison also there, lying on the floor with a bow in her hand, Lizzie shot her a worried look.

"I know what you did." Chris started off dangerously calm. Kate showed no signs of recognition.

"Put the gun down."

Kate faltered. "I did what I was told to do."

"No one asked you to murder innocent people." Chris' face displayed exactly how he was feeling.

Betrayed

"There were children in that house, ones who were human."

Kate turned back to Scott and put a little pressure on the trigger of her gun.

"Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at a 16-year-old boy. With no proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code."

Chris spoke a few words in French that went completely over Lizzie's head. As Kate clenched her jaw, refusing to back down, Lizzie surveyed the scene, looking for anything she could do to help. The sound of the trigger clicking sent an awful shiver through her body.

The moon, the only source of light illuminated the tense moment. Delicate beams bounced of everyone's faces.

Bingo.

Chris pulled out one of his own guns and pointed it at his sister. Kate looked shocked but even more so when her brother fired a warning shot into the tree behind her.

"Put the gun down." He repeated. "Before I put you down."

Kate reluctantly lowered her weapon and all was silent in the clearing. That was until the door to the hale house menacingly creaked open.

Lizzie needed to act. Now.

Her shaking arm lifted up to the sky and she concentrated all her energy on the moon. Her hand clenched and her fingers trembled. She could feel something pulsing in the back of her head. She could feel something on the tips of her fingers, tingling.

The feelings seemed to become stronger when she thought about impactful things. Davis, her mom, her freshmen year. All those memories effectively empowered the raging fire inside her.

Her heart sped and her breathing became shallow and quick.

"You catch on quick, Elizabeth." She could barely make out Chris' voice. "Keep going. You'll get there."

The sight of Lizzie disconcerted Allison but she did as her dad had told her and pushed herself back. Everyone, except the working girl, moved, guns at the ready, in front of the open door. Nothing could be seen inside the house except darkness.

Lizzie strained resignedly as she pushed further. It was coming, she could feel it. Slowly, a trickle of warmth glided into her palm, matching the moon's glowing light. It formed a spitting, illuminated ball which Lizzie wrapped her fingers round to hold it.

She breathed out and felt exhaustion crash on her like a tidal wave. Dimly, she was aware that she had fallen to her knees, but she didn't care anymore. She smiled as she pushed herself from the ground just in time to see a shadowing creature dart from the building.

Rushing to join the rest of the group, she copied their ready stances, the fizzing ball brandished by her shoulder. Scott spotted the flash of light out of the corner of his eye but didn't have time to question it as the creature came flying at Chris and knocking him to the ground.

Then, Allison fell.

Next it was Scott and Lizzie who tumbled with a grunt. The ball of light distinguished.

Kate was left swivelling her head every which way, ready to shoot.

"Come on!" She yelled angrily.

The woman turned round as something caught her wrist. She shot frantically but none of them hit her target.

Peter Hale.

The Alpha.

He twisted her arm back and jammed his elbow into it, her bones cracked terrifyingly. He gripped her throat and threw her onto the porch of the crumbling house with might.

Lizzie lifted her head to see the blonde being dragged through the doorway, Allison running after her.

She turned to Scott who lay unconscious beside her before getting to her feet and following Allison.

She was by Allison's side in an instant, eyes widening when she saw Peter's firm grip around Kate's neck.

He chuckled darkly. "Ah, the pixie's here."

The what now?

"She's not going to help you. She won't help anyone." Peter's eyes were welled up and Kate breathed heavily, the proximity between her skin and Peter's claws decreasing by the second.

"So just say it, Kate. And I'll let her live."

Allison tilted her head, heart-breaking tears staining her perfect cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry." Kate stuttered. Peter smiled triumphantly and suddenly Kate was gasping for air.

Faster than anyone could register, Peter drew is sharp claws across Kate's neck. Blood splattered across the room; the woman fell screaming to the floor. Crimson liquid pooled uncontrollably from the cut.

A few seconds later and Kate Argent was- dead.

Allison stumbled; her mouth hung open at the sight of her lifeless aunt. Lizzie pulled the taller girl towards her and wrapped her arms around her. Softly, she twisted Allison's head so she didn't have to look at the horrifying spectacle.

"I don't know about you guys, but that apology didn't sound very sincere." Peter taunted. All indications of messing around leaving him as he took a step towards the girls.

Lizzie, with Allison still her arms, staggered backwards.

There was growl that came from either side of the girls. Derek and Scott approached menacingly, already transformed into their werewolf faces and ready to protect.

"Run!" Scott growled.

"Oh fuck." Lizzie grabbed Allison's hand and legged it.

When they made outside, Allison collapsed to ground, broken sobs wracking her body. Lizzie crouched down next to her and pulled her back into her arms.

"It's okay, lovely," She soothed, gently stroking the top of the girl's hair. "You'll be okay."

The pair of friends stayed huddled like that for a while, trying block out the crashes and bangs from inside the Hale house. Oh how grateful Allison was for the small brunette holding her.

Sniffling, Allison untangled herself from Lizzie and tentatively wandered over to where her unconscious father was laying. Lizzie also managed to pull herself up and once again focused on the moon.

The energy was much easier to grasp than the first time as within seconds the girl had the dazzling sphere of light pulsing in her palm.

But she didn't have time to celebrate.

A crash of glass shattering pierced the silence. Scott came flying out through the broken window, followed by the fully transformed alpha.

It gripped Scott's shirt and lifted him from the ground. Sharp fangs shone in the light and growls were admitted. But Scott didn't back down. He kicked the alpha's chest, backflipping out of his grasp.

The wolf was flung back. It began to stalk towards Scott. A car approached the scene at pace.

"Hey, big guy," Lizzie shouted, a half-hearted smirk present. The beast halted and turned. "Yippie ki-yay, Motherfucker!"

With that, she gathered as much strength as she could and hurled the glowing energy at the seven-foot wolf. Her power raged from her fingertips, a euphoric feeling. It hissed as it travelled through the air and then hit the alpha in the chest, knocking it back. It's clawed paws lifted to shield his eyes.

"Diehard!" Lizzie shouted at the top of her voice, throwing her arms up. "Fuck yeah!"

However, her smile faltered when the wretched thing stood up again.

"Are you taking the piss?"

She braced herself to run.

Turns out she didn't need to. Because from the newly arrived Porsche stepped Jackson and Stiles.

Stiles wasted no time in hurling whatever he had in his hands at the predator. It cycled through the air only to be caught by grimy paws.

The alpha growled furiously at Stiles who winced at his failure. Nevertheless, all was still not lost.

"Allison!" Scott called, flinging Pocahontas her bow.

Allison caught the weapon perfectly, loaded it up and shot.

It flew straight into the glass the wolf had in its grasp. It smashed dramatically and fire literally exploded, coating one of its arms in raging flames.

Unluckily, Jackson was the one to finish it off as he flung a second glass which wrecked and covered every inch of the beast's body in raging fire.

With one final blow from Scott, it collapsed in a mass of smoke and ash leaving only the human inside.

The fire crackled, masking the teen's sighs of relief. It was over. It was over and everyone was okay. Well-

Lizzie was quick to rush to Scott, planting a proud kiss on his cheek before leaving him and Allison to their moment. She skipped towards Stiles who caught her in a hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

"Did you see me?" She squealed delightedly. "I threw a ball of light at it!"

"I know!" Stiles matched her energy with a grin.

"I even quoted die hard as I threw it." Lizzie rested her hands on her hips gleefully.

"Badass."

"He's right." Jackson chimed in. "That was cool."

Lizzie couldn't help but smile. "You were pretty cool too."

She paused.

"I still hate you vehemently though."

As if just to spite them, the crunch of leaves sounded. Everyone turned to see Derek approaching the body of his dying uncle. He knelt down over the bloodied flesh that was left of Peter who was gasping for the last of his breath.

"Wait!" Scott yelled, standing from his girlfriend's side. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you."

Silence.

"Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family. What am I supposed to do?" Scott begged, his cold breath heaving out feverishly.

Lizzie clung to Stiles' arm as she watched Derek hover over his uncle. A scarily unreadable look held on the man's face.

'In the heat of the moment' is a very flexible phrase. But for this particular moment it meant doing something without thinking, just acting.

Derek's mind was clouded with anger as he lifted his claws. He ignored Scott's begs and in one awful swipe, he slit the throat of Peter Hale.

That was two dead.

Although, they weren't the ones Lizzie had planned on trying to keep safe tonight.

Derek rose and turned. His irises flashed a brilliant red. The new whelm of power was obvious.

"I'm the alpha now."

✯☾✯

It had been a long night. A long wretched night. The only way to recover from it, in Lizzie's opinion, was a long night's sleep.

She tried her best to keep quiet when she entered her house but when she stepped into the hallway, she noticed all the lights were still on. The sound of consecutive giggles came from the living room.

Confused, Lizzie followed them. She pushed on the peeling white door and her eyes widened.

"Hey, pumpkin," Andrew Brown greeted his daughter with his welcoming smile. "Did you go to an after party?"

Lizzie's heart skipped a few beats and then settled at a pace that wasn't going to make her throw up.

On the sofa was not one, not two, but three boys. Her father, Bobby and Davis.

"Davey?" She whispered and Davis ripped his eyes from the TV screen.

"Hey, Beth! Guess what, I got discharged." He informed enthusiastically.

"For now." Andy added. "Doctor Chan said you just need to take it easy."

That was enough for Lizzie, she squealed and leapt onto the sofa. Her family fell back in surprise but it sort of turned into one big group hug.

The beautiful heart inside the bubble girl could actually calm now. Yes she had a lot on her hands and yes it was going to be hard but she had people with her. That was a fact she forgot last year.

She had her dad.

Her brothers.

Her newfound best friends.

Isaac.

The thought of him threatened a blush to make an appearance.

One thing she was excited for however, was her super cool, superhero powers.

What had Peter called her again?

A pixie?

Right.

Oh yeah, and the dick knew her mother.

a/n

my hand has cramp.

i edited this the best i could but i am tired and sick so please ignore all the grammar mishaps.

i'm so sorry that took so long to come out but that's it for season one.

thoughts? suggestions?

can i just say thank you so bloody much, this book is literally already over 5k reads and it's only been a few months. i am unbelievably grateful for anyone who votes, commented, followed. Because as shit as the writing is, people have decided they like it. So thank you :)

act 2 will be asap because i left you guys for too long last time and i feel bad but i have lots planned, including:

-a shit tone of angst and sexual tension

-more stizzie bonding

-possible Lizzie and Erica hook up

-and other stuff which i can't say bc like- spoilers

thank you for reading, ily

soph