One family over the whole multi-verse is picked to connect the whole of the multi-verse. How they do that travel into Tv shows because every show is really just an other earth. That family the Roads. When Caitlin Roads' friends get drunk and persuad...
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Chapter One : Open wounds can Heal
Lottie and I sat in the back of Stiles jeep. I was fairly smug at the moment knowing what this tattoo really meant. It may only be a healing wound to Scott, but to me it will always be his pack sign.
"Hey can I ask why the two of you came with us?" Stiles asked from the driver's seat. I couldn't stop looking at Stiles. For one reason, he finally grew his hair out. The boy no longer had a buzzcut, it was beautiful. Now not as beautiful as when Scott cut his hair, but still beautiful.
"Because I better friends with you two then Lydia." I say twirling my hair.
"Yeah the alternative was going with Lydia to, and I quote 'Group thing'." Scott gave Lottie a confused look. "Basically a sex-less orgory." My sister explains to the brown eyed wolf.
"Oh. The twins there?"
"Didn't know how to get out of it." I laugh out.
"Okay you sure about this Scott?" Stiles asked his best friend as he parked the car.
"Yeah. I am." Scott helped me out of the car, and Stiles helped Lottie.
I have to say, Scott was always a little too nice for the whole tattoo vibe. But he wanted it. The four of us waited around for a bit as the artist finished with his other client. I looked at the image Scott drew. One thicker band above a smaller one. I'm not sure why he drew it but still. "Why did you pick this?"
"Imagine it as a circle." He told me. "Do you see it now?" I shake my head no, but it was a lie. "It's what you burned into the wall when Allison's mom tried to kill us." Scott explains. I smile.
"Huh."
The artist takes the four of us back into a seconded room. "I'm so glad you drew me a picture." He told Scott as he took a seat. I tucked my lips in to hide a smile.
"Hey Scott, you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles hold, up a tattoo ideas book. It was open to a page with a lizard like human. With a scarcely amount of similarities to the kanima.
"Not funny." Lottie told Stiles, giving him a pat on the shoulder
"What to soon?" Stiles jokes.
"Yeah." Scott told his best friend.
"Okay but why two bands?"
"I just like it." Nice lying Scott. I scoff and look at the ground.
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of a meaning?" Lottie asked, in all sincerity.
"Getting a tattoo means something." I say, shrugging.
"She's right." The artist says. "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word 'Tatua' means 'to leave a mark' like a right of passage."
