Again We Rise ⯈ Charlotte Hale (1) [Teen Wolf Fanfiction]

Chapter One

Moving place to place over the past few years really has its downfalls: not making actual friends, keeping a steady job; and always having to look over your shoulder just in case. Honestly it sucks not being able to settle down and live the life you want. Is this any way to raise a two year old? Running to protect the people you love? Hunting people to help you take down this evil? I never signed up for this – but it's the life I was born into.

The life my son was born into.

There's nowhere to go where people won't recognize supernatural beings and frankly that scares a lot of us. We're not going to run and hide and hope that the monsters go away; because that is simply not the life we live. We protect those who cannot protect themselves. We hunt those who hunt us. We don't run from a fight.

Three years ago changed everything for everyone. Our secret was out and there was no recovering from it. Monroe and Gerard created a plan that seemed like it was going to work; until we won that battle. We beat the Anuk-ite which allowed us to win; and if it weren't for Scott ... we'd all be dead.

Now three years later, and we still have no leads on Monroe and her growing amount of followers. Some people accept us and some are still afraid; while the rest join Monroe in the fight against supernatural. Her man power is growing day by day, but so is ours. Following the fight, we decided to see if there were any packs still alive...and to see if there were any Hales still left in the world besides: Derek, Cora, Malia, Peter, and Jackson & myself.

We've only found distant cousins, but that's still something. Right?

Sipping my herbal tea, I observe someone that potentially could be connected to my family. He's got that distinct jawline that almost every Hale has. This could be the lead we need to really open this search up. Should I ask him his name? It's Connor...Caleb....what the hell is that?

Interrupted by my phone, I glance down at the screen and almost have a heart attack. It can't be. This phone's only for emergency. Is he stupid? This could blow everything.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy or something?!" I exclaim in a hushed whisper as I stop watching the guy and lay into the table; carefully trying not to spill my tea.

"Well my father is crazy... so I guess I am. Charlie, we need to talk."

"So, this is what it means to be on the down-low, Jackson? Seriously? With Monroe -."

"I know, but I had to tell you. It's important. There's no easy way to say this... I believe he's back."

Holding the phone by my chest as I try to figure out what to say and do next; I notice the guy I was watching leave. Sighing I return to the phone and say, "I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid."

"Ha-ha. Have you met me? How could I be stupid?"

"Seriously? You want me to answer that?" Brief silence on the other side of the call and I put a smirk on before continuing. Didn't think so. Just stay put and I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you too, sis."

Leaving a tip on the table, I take one last sip before darting onto a red bus and heading to London. It took about forty-five minutes until I see the building that led up to his place. Then I notice three people constantly watching as I hop off the bus; and towards Jackson and Ethan's loft. Oh my god...they're Monroe's little minions. They have to be. Way to be incognito gentlemen. Obviously, they are new.

Walking up the sidewalk, I acknowledge them with, "Good day gentlemen. A lovely day for a walk in London, am I right? You absolutely must take a tour of the city and maybe take a ride in the London Eye. Anyways, it was nice chatting with you." Without batting an eyelash, I walk into the building with my chin held up and press the elevator button.

Knocking on the door, Jackson swings it open and scoops me into the room.

"Way to be discrete, jack ass."

"Shut up. You're lucky I called."

"I'm your sister. Twin sister that is. I'm glad you called...."

"People have been eying me all day. I just think he's back."

"Because people know you're supernatural? C'mon Jackson. You need concrete proof. Is he back? Should I add this to my list of things to worry about? Should I go to Dublin with Isaac and Enzo? Are you sure?"

"No... I am not sure. Still there's no harm in taking precaution. Do you have any leads?"

"JACKSON! You took me away from a potential lead in finding more of our family, because he could be back. They don't know I am your sister or that I have a son. If they find out about any of us... the mission is over. Monroe might as well win and have a victory dance. We need more time; more man power. I am part of this fight to protect my kid... and if I can't do that...we're screwed. This was such a big risk."

"I missed you."

Hugging him, before slugging him the arm, I return with "I missed you too, but this was reckless. There's people outside watching you. To be quite frank, they must be new because they suck. If they find out about me... everything is over."

"Be careful. Where's your next lead?"

"Beacon Hills. I'm going to discuss some things with Peter. Which reminds me – I should be going. Love you Jackson."

Pulling me in for another hug, he whispers in my ear, "Be careful who you trust. I'll be home within the week. Love you."

Jackson and I found out about each other about a month after we met. That was five years ago. I was going through personal things of my late adopted mother and found a letter. Then of course, the curiosity swept in and took control. We had the same birthday. Born around the same time. Beacon Hills was our birthplace. Coincidence? I think not. We were similar in more ways than one; so we decided to get a DNA test done. What's the worst that could happen? It comes back negative? It came back positive and full of a thousand more questions that may never get answered.

And now we're here: fighting the bad guys, looking for family members, maintaining relationships; and not trying to get ourselves killed. I guess we're doing pretty alright for a group of ragtag kids.

Reaching into my pocket, I slide my phone out and click speed dial.

A familiar and loving voice answered with, "Everything okay?"

"It will be. Once it's all over. It will be."

"And when will that be? Are we any closer to finding Monroe and stopping her army once and for all?"

"Now's not the time for your pessimistic attitude."

"I'm sorry Charlie. It's been three years and no one...and I mean no one has found her. Baby, it's not only effecting all of us, but it's effecting Enzo. He's two years old and barely sees his mother. I don't want him to end up like me."

"Not really understanding what you're saying, Isaac. He's half of you and half of me."

"I don't want him to end up without parents." Softly whispers Isaac as I stand there in the utter blackness...almost in tears. That's right. How could I be insensitive? His mom died when he was younger, his brother Camdyn died in war; and well Jackson killed his father while a Kanima under the influence of Matt. You can say that family dinners have been rather interesting.

"He won't."

"Wait, why did you call?"

"I'm headed to Beacon Hills. You need to stay put until we need you over here."

"Seriously? Charlotte? Our son needs you."

"I'm doing this for him...for you! I don't like this either, but it is the only way. Please understand."

"He's getting fussy baby. I'll talk to you soon. I love you."

"Love you too." I say as I hang up and hop on the bus to the airport.