Surviving Beacon Hills (A Teen Wolf Shadowhunters Crossover)

Planning and Normalcy

A/N: In this chapter I reference a point that is from The Mortal Instruments book series. I won't spoil anything from the books, but it is used as a plot detail.

~~~

Trying to track down a warlock who didn't want to be found proved to be harder than we though. For weeks following our conversation, Bubba, Dad, Lydia, and I scoured Beacon Hills looking for any sign that he was still in town.

"I think we need to accept that he left Beacon Hills." Dad said, rubbing his hand down his face.

"If so, we need to contact the Clave." Bubba said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I may have asked this before, but what is the Clave again?" Lydia asked looking between all of us.

"The Clave is the governing body over all Nephilim. They control the happenings between werewolves, vampires, seelies, warlocks, and nephilim." I explained.

She merely nodded and we looked back to the map of Beacon Hills. I scanned over the map and according to all the logged data, no unnatural anomalies had been recorded anywhere in or near Beacon Hills.

"What if we expanded the search to anomalies in neighboring towns, maybe even to the whole state of California." I said looking away from the map.

Dad and Bubba both nodded and typed in the new parameters. They expanded the map and soon there were markers popping up on the map.

"Looks like he decided to go to Santa Barbara and then Los Angeles. But why did he stop?" I asked while looking at his apparent route through the state.

"Maybe he found another institute to harass," I mumbled under my breath.

"You can joke all you want, but we need to find him before he starts a civil war in the downworld." Bubba said, his voice sounding weary at the thought.

"Hell knows we can't afford another war." Dad said, pain flashing in his eyes.

Lydia looked to me with a question evident in her gaze.

"Years ago there was a half demon, half nephilim who started a war. His name was Jonathan and he had a vendetta against a man named Valentine, Jace, and Clary; Savannah's aunt and uncle. There were many lives lost, including some family members." Dad explained, looking to Bubba. Bubba merely looked back to the map and seemed to be back to planning.

"Say he is trying to start a war, why come to Beacon Hills? He could have gone to the New York Institute." I said, thinking out loud.

"I hate to say it, but what if he was following Magnus and Alec." Lydia said, putting in her thoughts.

"That would make sense, Alec did lead the New York institute and I myself was once the High Warlock of Brooklyn." Dad said.

"He's a nephilim who hates downworlders. He probably hates that a nephilim is married to a warlock." I said, looking to my dads.

The room goes quiet for a moment and the only sound is that from the hum of the electronic monitors around us.

"Okay, so we need to come up with a plan to get him back here, arrest him, and turn him over to the clave." Dad said.

"Lets pull together another task force and devise a plan of attack." Bubba said, walking out to gather the people he needed.

Lydia and I made our way down to the sparring gym and there were a couple of nephilim training. Some of them chose seraph blades while others used bo staffs.

"Won't they injure each other badly if they use those blades?" Lydia asked looking to me.

"You forget that we have steles and runes that heal us," I said smiling at her genuine concern.

"Do you ever spar down there?"

Lydia moved towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her face into my shoulder.

"Sometimes, but I mostly just stick to bo staffs."

She nodded and we just remained silent while we watched the training.

"Can we go back to your room? I'm tired." Lydia asked.

I nodded and we made our way back to the residential wing. Soon we were at home and Lydia and I went to my room. She grabbed one of my shirts and went to the bathroom. She returned in my shirt and with no apparent pants on.

She lazily ran her hands through her hair and it fell haphazardly around her face. She made her way over to my bed where I was sitting and she crawled up beside me. She laid her head on my lap. Her shirt rode up a bit and I could see the scars from the wound from the night of the demon attack.

I looked away and just ran my hand up and down her back. We just laid there for a while and the sun was setting. The beams were streaming through the window and streaks of orange crossed the room.

"Do you think we will ever get a first date?" Lydia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I thought about everything that had happened since I got to Beacon Hills. We never had gone on our official first date, Dylan had messed up everything.

"I think we should do it before we find Dylan. We should have some sort of normalcy before he ruins everything for us.

"I agree."

We soon fell back into silence. I shifted so that I was laying down. Lydia moved so her head was on my chest. We stayed there and soon we both fell asleep to the sounds of each others breathing.

We had some calm. We just needed to establish some normalcy in our lives. I needed to establish some normalcy, Lydia could help me. We had to have our lives back before Dylan came and ripped everything apart.