Serendipity

Chapter Twelve: Drawings

Nobody's Pov

Once everyone settled down the screen turned on as the next scene played.

The camera pans to the McCall household where we see Scott, Stiles, Kurt, Lydia and Chris standing around the island of the kitchen table.

On the table sat the sword that killed Allison in a black case.

The pack, the ones that were there the day Allison died, cringed at seeing the sword and looked away.

They hated seeing that sword because it was the one that had killed Allison.

And whenever they saw that sword flashbacks of that horrible night resurfaced for all of them.

"Anybody mind if we close this thing?" Lydia asked, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah" Chris nodded.

Chris closed and locked the case and set it on the ground.

"Does your, uh, mom know that you're here?" Chris asked, looking at Scott.

"Does she know that you're here?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No. And I kind of want to keep it that way" Chris told him.

"Yeah, me too" Scott nodded.

"I'm a little hurt you didn't want me to know you were back in town" Melissa frowned, looking at her son.

Scott frowned too because he doesn't understand why his future self wouldn't want his mom to know he was back.

Despite hating the town because of everything he and his friends had to endure that doesn't mean he would pass up the opportunity to see his mom.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll make it up to you" Scott told her.

Melissa smiled at her son and ruffled his hair causing him to laugh.

Melissa then looked at Chris causing him to look at her.

They blushed a little before looking away.

The ones from Lima Ohio looked at the two adults curiously before looking at Kurt who sighed.

"They dated for a while but broke up and Chris left beacon hills while Melissa stayed" Kurt explained.

He was honestly rooting for Chris and Melissa when he started dating Stiles and met them.

He knew that those two cared for each other and he could tell there was love in their eyes.

He's honestly confused as to what happened for them to call it quits.

But, maybe, after all of this they can talk and work things out.

"Alright. Lydia, we've got the earth where she died, the weapon that took her life. According to you, that's steps one and two. What is next?" Chris asked.

Lydia took out a folder and took out drawings and set them on the table.

"I was, uh, hoping you could help me figure that out" Lydia said.

All the men looked at her in confusion causing her to let out a small sigh.

"I mean, to be honest, I'm a little out of practice with all of this" Lydia told them.

"You still scream like a banshee, right?" Scott asked.

"Not quite like I used to" Lydia told him.

"The hell does that mean?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Lydia glanced at him, blushing a little, before looking away.