Our Silent Nights

Chapter One: Homeward Bound

     It's an odd feeling to return home after months of being away. I've always felt like when you return you're piercing that weird veil that inherently surrounds small towns. The one that keeps things limited to Sunday dinners and older ladies gossiping on porches, the normality of it all.
It was a Tuesday when Alan Deaton and I got back into town. I'd been away for the summer staying with a family friend to catch any news of the druids. Gathering bundles of herbs on weekends and learning complex barrier spells wasn't my ideal vacation, but you do what you need to when you know what's really out there.
     Coming back to Beacon Hills felt less like a celebration and more like a funeral. Late summer rain poured down as we crossed the county line, hitting our windshield with incredible force. A few minutes later the sound of sirens began a ways off and I propped up, head tilting to listen better.  De's head turned towards me briefly to clock my reaction before glancing back at the road. 

      "Scythe, what is it?" I shook my head, and the leather of my jacket squeaked as I slid back down into my seat slowly.

      "Cops. A few minutes out...maybe? They sound like they're headed out the other direction to check something out."  

     He nodded, hands fidgeting on the steering wheel as he slowed down to go the speed limit. None of the herbs we had were illegal but the sheer quantity that were in the car would make for an interesting conversation with the sheriff and his deputies. Most things could be claimed for medical use, some... weren't so innocent. I picked at the pins on my jacket nervously thinking about the foxglove and hemlock resting behind me. 

     We really should start an herb garden. 

     A nervous laugh bubbled up and I fought it back as we pulled into the driveway. The ivy-covered bricks were a reassuring sight, even in the raging rain storm we were in. I knew the drill at this point. Herbs in the car were already in bundles and bagged in plastic so they were safe to carry inside. My suitcase on the other hand could wait for the morning trips in and out. I pocketed my phone as the truck's engine cut out and grabbed some of the larger bags from the backseat. 

      I threw back my head as I made it closer to the door. "Keys?" 

      "Yeah, here you go," De said, tossing them smoothly into my outstretched hands. "Just put them on the table for now, I'll towel them off in a few minutes."

      "Alright, I'm probably just going to get some rest after. It's been a long ass day."

      "Okay, let me know if you need anything dear."

      The inside of the house was warm and dry. My boots squeaked on the tile flooring of the kitchen as I placed the herbs down on the counter. I set out some towels for De before I tugged off my shoes and moved them to the rack before climbing the stairs carefully. 

     My room was untouched, save for a pile of freshly done laundry waiting in the white basket on top of my quilt. My posters of bands and movies were still plastered to my walls, my postcards still stuck to the ceiling, but most importantly my stuffed wolf was safe and sound resting on my pillows. My lips curled into a grin. 

     "I'm back Brucey."

Note and Disclaimer:

DISCLAIMER: I only own the character Scythe Deaton, all other characters belong to the Teenwolf show and production.

Note: Thank you guys for waiting so long for me to write new stories, I appreciate the patience and dedication. I know this chapter is super short, but I think it suffices, I hope to be writing more soon.

                           Love, 

                                      Olli