Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

2.6

"Hannah, I don't need you to babysit me." Lydia retorts as she settles into the comfort of her bed. Hannah snorted as she sat down in the armchair in Lydia's bedroom.

"You're hilarious. We leave you alone for 5 minutes and you go running around the woods for an entire night. Naked, might I add."

Hannah had been incredibly relieved when they had found her sister. After another visit to the hospital to make sure she was alright they went home. They didn't know why Lydia had left. And Lydia didn't remember the event in the slightest. But they were glad it was over.

"I'm staying in Beacon," Hannah told her sister. It was as good a time as any to spill the beans. She actually didn't know how she was going to bring it up in the first place, Hannah hated using Lydia as an excuse to stay. But it was better than her real excuse. Lydia looked surprised.

"What about Marcus? And your job?"

"I can get another one." Hannah replied, although Lydia did not miss it when she didn't answer her about Marcus. She started to wonder if things weren't going well.

"Hannah!" Natalie bellowed from the front door. "You have a visitor."

"Who'd come to see you at," Lydia looked at her alarm clock. "12am?"

Hannah shrugged, she hadn't told anyone back in DC that she was coming to Beacon Hills. And she hadn't run into anyone she knew except Derek. But...given the time, she had a feeling.

"Give me a minute."

Hannah went to the front door, finding her mother engaged in a conversation with none other than Shane Argent himself.

"Shay," Hannah acknowledged in mock surprise. She had expected him to be long gone by this hour.

Shane had dated Hannah's best friend Laura in highschool. They broke up when the fire happened and Laura and her siblings moved to New York. Laura didn't like talking about it, but Shane was a mess after she ended things.

The two still kept in check, Quantico and DC were only about an hour drive. Their fields of work often made the two work long hours together. Hannah was a reporter, she worked in investigative journalism. Shane was an FBI homicide investigator. They had been friends in highschool, and still are. Best friends now.

"I'll leave you to it," Natalie said with a warm smile before departing. Hannah took a sweater before stepping outside and closing the door behind her for privacy.

"I thought you were leaving after the funeral."

Hannah and Shane had talked about how dreadful it would be returning to Beacon Hills. But they both had. Hannah decided to stay because of her sister, but Shane hadn't even wanted to come to the funeral. Which is why she had thought he would have been gone by now.

"Yeah well, you weren't answering your phone." Shane replied and Hannah winced. "I broke it."

Shane gave her a deadpanned look. "You do realize you could have just taken out the SIM card?"

Hannah shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."

Shane sighed and dropped on the porch swing. Hannah did the same. "Is he still giving you trouble?"

"Yup." Hannah popped the "P" sound with her lips.

"You know," Shane reminds her. "One call and I can have him fired from his department and thrown in a cell for 24 hours."

Hannah fought a laugh. "Thanks, but I can handle him. What about you? You didn't just show up on my doorstep in the middle of the night to discuss Marcus."