Harbinger [A Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

one ;

Stiles ;

"All right so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive." I tapped my pen against the hood of my jeep, my eyes scanning over the map that lay out before me. "A couple in Haight and Ashbury. Also expensive."

"What about Berkeley?" Scott mumbled, looking up at the sky. "Don't a lot of kids live around there?"

"Yeah, yeah... We can try Nob Hill!" I said, circling the area on my map. I winced as I thought. "But... the jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." 

Scott raised his eyebrows at me. "You're bringing the jeep?"

I was taken aback. "You know the plan, okay? No one gets left behind," I patted the hood of my car for emphasis. "That's the plan."

I saw Scott chuckle under his breath at how absurd I suppose I sounded. But I was being genuine. We're not going to leave anyone behind.  I continued, changing the subject. "Lydia's not going to have a problem getting into Stanford, Kira's thinking USF, and uh, Malia, she's gonna, you know, she'll figure something out..." 

"Why'd you leave me out?" A voice squealed from inside the front passenger seat. 

"Because I think you have a little much on your plate right now." I paused. "But let me know your thoughts so I can take notice for the plan."

"Hm." Silence. "I think I should probably figure out what I am before I figure out what I want to be." She answered, followed by chains dangling. 

I looked in through the windshield. "Good choice." It was dark out, and the only resonant feature I could see were her glowing, red eyes. But she wasn't an alpha, like Scott. We didn't know what she was; that was the problem. 

"Can you take my handcuffs off? I'm not down with this." She jangled her arm around, lightly. Her wrists handcuffed to the handle below the passenger seat.

"Mmm, 'fraid I can't do that. You've had the tendency to, kinda, attack us on full moons." I shrugged. "Sorry."

She smirked at me, her eyes turning back into their natural deep brown. "I could also, I don't know, possibly, rip out your seat, or bust these handcuffs. You know, whichever happens to come first." I pursed my lips. "Let's be honest, Stiles. I've been showing restraint. I could've gotten out of these hours ago." Which was probably true. 

I met Mackenzie Aaron back in Eichen House when I was admitted after being possessed by a demon fox spirit; no biggie. They told her she had severe somnambulism,which is just a fancy word for sleepwalking, and sleeptalking. And, you know, the glowing red eye thing. Her parents were thoroughly convinced that she was possessed and left her at Eichen to have the staff renew her spirits. Good luck with that one. Anyway, she noticed something in me right when I arrived and helped Malia and I to get out of that place. And I couldn't bear to leave her behind, not when I knew she was just as troubled as we both were; knowing you were still 'you', but somehow different, and not knowing what to do about it. She stays at Scott's house most of the time, due to how often she tends to sleep-walk.

"How come she has slack on her's?!" I looked over to a tree across from the jeep to see Liam Dunbar, chained, double chained, triple chained, quadruple chained- well, you get it- with his arms out. His eyes were illuminating bright yellow. 

"Hey." I rolled my eyes. "Trying to have an adult conversation over here."

"Alright... You're two years older than me." He said, followed by a slight pout. "And I'm fine, okay? Just let me go."

"I'll be very offended if you take him down but not me," Mack said. "I've been here a pretty penny longer than him and I'm still obviously not trusted." 

Scott chuckled, walking over to Mack and undoing her handcuffs. She had made improvements and she can, mostly, control herself on full moons. As long as there are other people around her. I watched her get unchained, her glowing claws retracted as she rubbed her wrists. 

I marched over to Liam, and gave him a glare. "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that I don't trust you."

I could feel Scott and Mack approach and stand behind me. "But after that last full moon..." Scott added.

"It was one slip-up, okay?"

"Slip up?" I reminded him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a "monstrous dog-boy" running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked."

Mack giggled wildly. "That's a slip-up? Not, 'I accidentally killed a man' or 'I didn't mean to break your window'. Running around stark naked?" She was at the point of laughing so hard, she had a tear at the corner of her eye.

"It was hot that night, okay?" Liam blushed, obviously embarrassed. "Just let me go. It won't happen again." 

Scott sighed. "You're in complete and total control?" 

"Yeah. Complete and total."

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I glanced around the car quickly. Scott seemed quiet, as usual. He seemed deep in thought. I figured he's thinking about something we talked about the other day, 'regression to the mean', I think. It was something Deaton had mentioned to him a while ago, how things can't ever be ultimately good or bad, and at one point, it'll have to balance out; it will have to return to the middle. 

I shifted focus to the backseat through my rearview. Liam was lax, staring out of the window with one earphone stuck in his ear, one dangling off his neck. Mack looked as if she was staring off, strands of her dark blonde hair falling in front of her face. I could only imagine how she feels; not knowing what she is, that is. Her emotionless demeanor changed to a soft smile, and I noticed her eyes had met mine in the rearview mirror. I shot a smile back, and quickly looked away, heat prickling my face. 

I continued driving until I saw my girlfriend walking up and knew I had reached my destination. I put the jeep in park and leaned casually out the window. "Sorry we're late."

She ran up to me, a smile plastered on her face, and planted a kiss on me. I smiled into the kiss, feeling odd that the only thing on my mind was the audience in the backseat. I pulled away, and despite the thoughts, my smile unwavering. "I'm sorry, too," Liam said. He had peeked his head up to the front and was wearing a smirk. 

"Oh, stop harassing them, you goof," Mack said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back to the backseat. 

"Okay, okay fine." He chuckled, tossing his arm across her shoulders. I involuntarily rolled my eyes at the action. 

"You boys remember I own a gun, right?" Mr. Tate said, eyeballing me. 

My head shot over to him. "Vividly." I nodded frantically. Malia climbed into the backseat, forcing Mack into the middle. I waved to Mr. Tate and drove off, towards the school. "Did you find out?" I tried to keep what I was talking about subtle, tapping my thumbs softly on the steering wheel.

"They're going to email me." 

"Is this about summer school?" Liam objected. Mack gave him a death glare and I cursed under my breath.

"You told them?" Malia growled. 

"Oh, no, all they said was you had to go to summer school 'cause the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you mig-" Mack clamped her hand over Liam's mouth. She looked at Malia, cutely, trying to smile his bad behavior off, as Malia stared out the window, her brows furrowed. She was definitely furious at me. 

"We should have left him tied to the tree."

a/n ;; thanks so much for reading for one! this chapter is very similar to the beginning of epi 1 but including my character! so credits to the writers of teen wolf and mtv for some of the lines written.  also the picture of mack is at the top/side. thank you!