LITTLE RUNAWAY// Hope Mikaelson x Teen Wolf

Weird First Encounters

         It's been a couple of hours since Hope has been on the road. She decided to start her new life in California in a small town called Beacon Hills. She remembered her mom saying how she lived there for a couple months when she was a teenager in search of her family. She remembered how she said there was a werewolf family there that helped her out.

 The werewolf family aside, Hope thought Beacon Hills seemed like a pretty quiet place. 

Little did she know. 

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Inside a tattoo shop, stood Stiles flipping through a book of tattoo designs as Scott sat in the chair patiently waiting to get his tattoo started. 

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." The tattoo artist sarcastically remarked, the drawing was nothing more than just two horizontal lines. 

"Hey, Scott. You sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles joked. Holding up a drawing of a lizard creature. Referencing their little battle, they had with a creature called the Kanima. "Too soon? yeah, I don't know, man. Are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent you know?" 

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott's voice was free of hesitation.

"Okay, but why two bands?" 

"I just like it." 

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

"Something. I don't think-" Stiles was cut off by the tattoo artist who was casually hearing their conversation.

"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means to 'leave a mark' like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see?"  Scott nodded, "He gets it."

Stiles folded his arms, "He's covered in tattoos, Scott. Literally." He gestured to the tattoo man who was in fact, covered in tattoos. 

"Okay you ready?" The artist asked Scott as he was holding the tattoo gun.

Scott looked a bit nervous but gave a nod anyway. 

"You uh, aint got any problems with needles do ya?"

"Nope." Scott answered. 

"I tend to get a little squeamish though so..." Stiles trailed as he continued to watch the needle stab the skin of Scott's arm at a fast pace. "Oh god..." Stiles passed out. 

Scott and Stiles got into the car, Scott's arm bandaged and Stiles holding an ice pack to his head looking displeased. Scott's face morphed into one of pain as a searing burst of burning hot pain rushed to his arm. 

"You okay?" Stiles asked, voicing concern for his werewolf friend.

"Kinda burns." Scott said furrowing his eyebrows at the unfamiliar burning. 

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times...with a needle." Stiles stated the obvious. 

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott told him. Stiles put down his icepack ready to start the car when Scott let out an even more painful groan.