Up To Us // Teen Wolf Spin-Off

1.1.12

Scared Interruptions...

"Hey." Allison thought she whispered to get Tara's attention, but in reality, she was very loud.

"Your face isn't swollen or bloody anymore!" Tara closed her eyes, hoping their families weren't hunters. She knew them pretty well but considering an Argent was a part of their family, she had her worries.

"How are you two not drunk. You guys drank a lot!" Travis yelled in slurs.

"I'm sorry your mom beats you," Allison said out of nowhere, stroking the girl's bruised cheek.

"It's cool," Tara said, trying to get the brunette to shut up, while the four parents stood in front of them.

"No, it's not. You act like it's normal and never talk about it. How do you do that? Just promise me you won't go back there tonight, she said she'd kill you." Allison still thought she was whispering. The parents didn't know what to say and Noah was now staring at his blonde friend. He never knew how bad the situation was, until now.

"Yea! You were coughing up blood when we saw you." Travis butted in. Noah smacked him lightly upside the head to shut him up and Tara rolled her eyes, feeling the attention on her. Scott spoke up, feeling bad for the teenage girl.

"You can all sleep in the living room tonight." The other three parents nodded their heads in agreement. Noah and Tara put the other two on the couch. They walked back over to the adults and Stiles handed them all bottles of water. Tara ran over and made Travis drink it, while Noah did the same for Allison.

"Noah didn't drink, I did," Tara said, taking the blame. Noah was new to this and if his family were hunters, he'd be dead.

"You sober up fast," Scott said, eyeing the blonde in front of him.

"Alright! I'm gonna go now." Tara spoke, turning around and opening the front door. She was prepared to walk home, but Malia grabbed her other wrist and Stiles shut the door.

"After what Allison said... you're not going home tonight," Lydia told the girl. Tara turned around and everyone had a shocked expression planted on their face.

"What?"

"Your face. It's completely healed." Noah told the blonde.

"Told you I heal." She awkwardly joked. The parents just nodded their heads slowly and walked up the stairs.

"Do you know if your family hunts?"

"Definitely not. They've never even owned a gun. Unless you count Stiles, but he's the sheriff." Noah said, surprised she even asked. Tara just nodded her head and walked over to the couch, with Noah following behind her.

"So who knows about you?" She asked him.

"You and Allison, but that's because she was with me at the Nemeton." He said.

"Did it affect her?"

"Yea, but not in the same way it did for me. She was having weird things happen to her... before the tree." Noah explained. The blonde just shook her head and picked up Travis's legs to sit down on the couch. She put his legs on top of her lap and was ready to fall asleep sitting up. Noah went to the small couch Allison was asleep on and kissed her head, while he laid down on the floor next to her.

"Noah." She mumbled, making him sit up.

"Yes?"

"Lay with me, please, I don't want to have another nightmare." He understood and slid in next to her. His chest was pressed against her back and he wrapped an arm around her waist. He looked around once more at his other two friends and saw Tara asleep sitting up.

The boy laughed as her body fell over, her head landing on Travis' chest. Noah closed his eyes and fell asleep. The parents were upstairs in Allison's room, examining everything like they have been all day.

"Tara is a werewolf," Stiles said, breaking the silence and making Lydia hit his shoulder.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone else was thinking!"

"She's not a werewolf," Malia said.

"Well, she's something!" Lydia and Stiles yelled at the same time.

"I got her scent, she has to be a werewolf," Scott said.

"I did too. Her scent is close to a wolf but she's like me, the scent is a little off because I'm a coyote." Malia argued.

"So she's a werecoyote?" Lydia asked her friend.

"No, she was off from my scent too, but she has to be some form of shapeshifter," Malia answered.

"We could just ask?" Lydia spoke up.

"Good, that's good. We're getting out all of the bad ideas first." Stiles said. Scott held back a laugh, as Lydia glared at her husband. Malia walked towards Allison's nightstand and started opening up the first two drawers.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

"Looking for a journal or something," Malia answered casually.

"We can't look through her journals!" Scott defended the teenage girl.

"Try the bottom drawer!" Stiles gave up, wanting answers. Lydia stayed quiet, agreeing with her husband.

"Guys!" The rest of the group turned to look at Malia, who picked up the triskelion that held Void.

"We knew she found it, but I didn't think she would bring it home!" Stiles panicked.

"She wrote to never open it? So, no need to worry?" Lydia said as more of a question.

"We can take it home with us, it'll be safer there," Scott spoke.

"But then she'll know that someone took it," Stiles said.

"She has a lot going on, she'll just think it's something weird that happened," Malia told them.

"She's right. It can't stay here." Lydia agreed with the werecoyote. Scott put it in his jacket pocket and left with Malia. Stiles and Lydia held each other's hand and walked into their room. Lydia cuddled up next to her husband, who held her tight.

"I guess we do have to worry." She said quietly.

"Maybe a little." He whispered in her hair and planted a kiss on her head.

"I love you." She said looking up at Stiles, he smiled at his wife.

"I love you too." He said back. They gave each other a quick kiss and snuggled into the covers, going to sleep.