"I just wanna drop the present round to her house. It's the least I could do, since I'm not sticking around," Stiles told a reluctant Scott as they walked down the road towards the house with the thumping music and flashing lights.

Harper walked behind them, trying to keep her eyes wide open. After last nights nightmare, the last thing she wanted to do was go to sleep. Stiles had promised that he would stay with her so she could go to bed, which was why he wasn't staying for the party.

"You don't have to help me go to sleep," Harper sighed guiltily, "you said Heather's been your friend forever, I don't want to drag you away from her birthday party."

Stiles turned around, grabbing her hand and forcing her between the two of them. "Harper, you are my main priority, okay? You'd do the same for me, so I'm doing it for you. That's kind of how relationships work. I put you above everyone and everything else," Stiles reminded her.

Harper's heart swelled at Stiles' mini speech and she smiled at him brightly. Scott smiled at his two best friends, extremely happy for them. He had been encouraging Stiles to go after Harper since he admitted to his crush on her when they were ten, and now that they were together almost seven years later, Scott had to admit that they were one of the cutest couples he had ever seen- maybe even cuter than him and Allison.

"And why did I have to come along to this?" Scott questioned, stopping the couple from staring at each other lovingly.

Stiles sighed loudly, "because, you, my friend, need to get out more. No more moping around the house and wishing you were with Allison."

"Kind of like you all summer when Harper was away?" Scott retorted, causing Stiles to glare at him and Harper to chuckle a little.

"Here it is," they stopped in front of a large house.

Stiles raised his fists and lightly knocked on the door. It opened a few seconds later, a blonde girl smiling at Stiles happily.

"Stiles!"

"Hey, there's the birthday girl-"

The Stilinski boy was cut off by a pair of unfamiliar lips on his own. He froze, his eyes wide in shock and he felt Harper's hand slip from his. He pulled away quickly, staring at his old friend in disbelief.

Harper watched with a deep frown, an awful feeling of jealousy in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the girl who had just kissed her boyfriend right in front of her. Scott placed a hand on Harper's shoulder, also frowning at the blonde girl.

"Heather..." Stiles crinkled his nose up, putting an arm around Harper's shoulder, "this is my girlfriend, Harper. You might remember her from when she came over my house a lot."

Harper shot her a fake smile, "yep, that's me, Stiles' girlfriend."

Heather's eyes lit up in recognition and her face immediately fell.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," She glanced between the couple who looked awfully tense beside each other now, "I had no idea..."

"Yeah..." Stiles scratched the back of his neck before handing Heather the present he had gotten her, "um, here. I actually wasn't planning on staying, I had to get back home. I just wanted to drop your present off and wish you a happy birthday."

"Thanks," She sighed, "I feel so stupid right now."

Because you are dumbass, Harper couldn't help but think, imagining what it would be like to slap her.

Stiles nodded awkwardly, "well... uh... maybe Scott can stay."

Scott's eyes widened and the girl's face lit up as she looked across at Scott, her eyes scanning up and down his body.

"Scott?" The werewolf repeated, "oh, well, I-" he saw the way Heather's face fell and immediately felt bad, "I guess I could stay for one drink."

Heather squealed, clapping her hands together, "great!" She chirped, grabbing his arm, "c'mon, let's go pick a wine bottle from the basement."

The door slammed shut, trapping Scott inside the house. Harper looked up at her boyfriend and snorted.

"Why did you do that to Scott?" She chuckled.

Stiles laughed a little too, "he needs to get over Allison sooner or later. He and Heather might actually hit it off, you never know."

Harper hummed in agreement, reaching down and grabbing his hand.

"Does she do that often?" She questioned, "kiss people randomly, I mean."

"Um, no, I don't know what that was." Stiles admitted, "but for the record, I did not like it at all and I pulled away as soon as I realised what was going on."

"I know," Harper muttered bitterly, rolling her eyes, "I was there, I watched the whole thing."

"Which was nothing," Stiles reminded her softly, squeezing her hand, "you were totally jealous."

Harper let go of his hands to fling her arms up in the air, "well, duh!" She exclaimed, frustrated, "someone just kissed my boyfriend right in front of me!"

Stiles grinned at her, leaning down and pressing his lips against her forehead, "you're so cute when you're jealous." He teased.

Harper rolled her eyes again but smiled slightly, knowing fully well that Stiles was one hundred percent committed to her. Any insecurities that he would ever cheat on her had gone away in the past five minutes, seeing what had happened when an attractive, and very willing, girl had made a move on him.

"I just realised," Stiles groaned as they climbed into the jeep, closing the door behind them, "I'm Scott's ride home."

"Well that backfired," Harper muttered sarcastically just as there was a rapid knock in the window next to her, causing her to jump up quickly.

The couple shrieked, only relaxing when they saw that it was just Allison and Lydia. Harper sighed, opening the car door and climbing out, walking over to meet Stiles, Lydia, and Allison on the pavement.

"Where's Scott?" Allison questioned, her eyebrows furrowed together, "I've been trying to call him all night, but he's not picking up. It's important."

Harper's eyes softened, knowing fully well that although Allison had been the one to break up with Scott, she still was very in love with him. How was she supposed to tell one of her best friends that the boy she is in love with is most likely hooking up with his best friend's childhood friend? She couldn't.

"I'll go get him," Harper scratched the back of her neck, chuckling nervously, "I think he was just going to the bathroom. Hold on a sec."

The brunette quickly walked inside the house, instantly being surrounded by teenagers. She didn't bother looking for him, instead she stood by the door way and whispered, "Scott. Scott, can you hear me? We need to leave now, Allison needs to talk with you."

Less than half a minute later, a door to the left of her opened and Scott rushed into the hall way, his brown eyes wide.

"She tried to get me to have sex with her," He exclaimed, shocked, "she was totally creepy. She was like 'since Stiles can't be the one to take my virginity, maybe you can'. And then, when I turned around for a second, she was gone! Poof! Straight into thin air."

Harper's stomach twisted with jealousy at the fact that this girl was intending on having sex with her boyfriend. She pushed it down quickly, managing to chuckle at the shock and disbelief radiating off of Scott.

"So, were you gonna do it?" Harper asked as Scott raised his eyebrows at her, not understanding the question, "were you gonna have sex with her?" She sighed.

Scott's face softened, "no." He murmured, "I'm not gonna be with anyone until I'm over Allison. Even if that literally takes a hundred years."

Harper chuckled, reaching up squeezing her best friend's shoulder. "Well, speaking of a certain Argent, Allison wants to talk to you, like I said. Lydia too. They said it's pretty important."

Scott nodded and the two of them left the party. Stiles, Lydia, and Allison all looked up as they came down the stairs, the five of them turning to stand in a circle in the middle of the pavement.

"What is it?" Scott asked his ex girlfriend softly.

Allison didn't say anything but held out of her arm, showing him a patterned bruise. Lydia rolled up the sleeve of her dress and pressed her arm against Allison's, showing a completed symbol.

...

"What if I have another nightmare?" Harper questioned worriedly as she came out of her ensuite bathroom that she shared with Scott, dressed in a pair of pink pyjamas with cats on them.

Stiles was sat on Harper's bed in his pyjama bottoms and a plain shirt. Archie was half on his leg and half on the bed as he stroked him, purring loudly.

"I'll wake you up, then," Stiles promised, his hazel eyes softening as he looked up at her, "and, I'll be here with infinite cuddles and kisses and endless reassurance."

Harper managed to smile a little at him as she climbed into the other side of the bed. Stiles picked Archie up and let him out of the room, closing the door quietly so he didn't disturb Melissa or Scott.  He moved back over to the bed, going under the covers.

"C'mere," Stiles patted the mattress area right beside him.

The Empath shifted up the bed, her head resting on Stiles' chest as she closed her eyes, trying to get to sleep quickly. She felt Stiles move underneath her and the sound of her fairy lights being clicked off, before his arm moved back around to wrap around her petite frame.

"Thank you," Harper mumbled tiredly, "I have no clue what I'd do without you, Sti."

Stiles held her tighter, "I have no idea what I'd do without you either, Harps. I love you so, so much," He murmured.

The brunette's heart swelled.

"I love you too, Sti. So much more than you probably think."

...

All Harper knew was that it was dark. She didn't know whether she was alone or not, or where she even was. Stiles was supposed to wake her up- he had promised.

It was cold. It was so cold that Harper knew that she was awake- there was no way this dream could feel so realistic. The brunette sat up from where she had been laying on the ground, her heart pounding out of her chest.

"Hello?" She called nervously, "is anyone there? Can someone please help me?"

There was no reply.

Harper rubbed her eyes harder in an attempt to make them see in the darkness better. It didn't work the slightest bit, she was still being engulfed by the pitch blackness.

"Help!" She yelled again, on the verge of tears now, "Stiles! Scott! Melissa! Stiles!"

She was so scared, and confused, and hopeless.

Nobody replied a minute later, causing Harper to let out a dry sob. She didn't release any tears, instead she shakily stood up, reaching around her to find something to hold onto.

She walked a little to the left, her heart skipping a beat when she realised that she was now walking on the grass. Her bare feet could feel the dewy grass blades tickling them, and she let out a whimper, becoming even more confused.

"Hello?" She whispered.

Harper took a step forwards before she tripped over something, sending her straight onto her knees. The brunette scrambled back up as quickly as she could, crying out when her hand touched the thing that she had fallen over.

She realised what it was as soon as her hand had touched the smooth, cold stone. Her fingers slowly slid to the front of it, and she felt the letters engraved into the material.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
GABRIEL VALACK
1967 — 2008
LOVING FATHER AND HUSBAND

Harper clamped her hand over her mouth, rolling off of the part of grass that she was on to sit beside the grave instead of on it. She let a few tears fall now.

She composed herself after a few seconds, her chest heaving up and down as she panicked. Harper stood up and went back into the concrete, following the path out of there.

As soon as she made it to the gates, she saw a light from a lamppost behind some trees and sighed in relief. She made her way towards it, finally able to see.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much around the cemetery, just the woods and a long road leading into the town, but it would take seven miles to get there.

Harper started to walk slowly down the road, sniffling every now and then. She was scared and cold and she wanted to go home. Why had she woken up on her fathers grave?

She pushed her thoughts aside, her heart skipping a beat when she saw a phone box a little while down. Harper sped up into a jog and quickly wandered inside, pulling the phone to her ear.

Her brown eyes frantically scanned the information and the number pad in front of her.

"$0.75 per minute"

Harper's heart dropped, realising she had no money on her. She slammed the phone back down and let out a frustrated scream. Her head fell into her arms as she leaned against the inside of the phone booth, shaking.

"I want to go home," She whispered to nobody.

She forced herself back up, her eyes widening when she saw what was plastered on the side of the box.

"emergency services free of charge
or call your local sheriff station if a lesser emergency "

Was this an emergency? If Stiles had woken up and realised she was gone, he definitely would have told his dad. If she was lucky, Tara would pick up the phone like normal and the whole thing wouldn't be blown out of proportion.

She took a deep breath and dialled the number to the sheriff's station.

"Beacon Hills Sheriff Station. What's the problem?" Harper had never been so relieved to hear Tara on the other end of the phone, like she had hoped.

"Tara!" Harper gasped, "it's me, Harper."

"Why are you calling at four in the morning? Is everything okay?" The police officer asked on the other side of the phone.

"It's four in the- never mind. I think I sleep walked into the middle to the cemetery. I'm at the phone box right now, but I don't have any money or my phone on me,"'Harper explained.

Tara sighed, "let me guess, you want me to call Stiles?"

"Duh!" Harper retorted, "I can't walk eight miles in the dark and cold with nothing on me."

"I'll call Stiles now," Tara told her, "but I have to go. Call again if something happens."

"Right. Thank you," Harper put the phone back when she heard Tara disconnect.

She sighed, leaning against the phone box as she waited for Stiles to come and get her.

...

Headlights caused her to open her eyes, and suddenly the sound of a door opening and slamming filled her ears. Harper opened the door and stepped outside the phone box, only to be wrapped in arms straight away. The brunette relaxed in her boyfriend's arms, the lights on the jeep lighting them up in the dark road.

Scott sat in the passenger seat of Stiles' car, smiling at the couple and overall thanking the Gods that Harper was okay.

"I'm so sorry," Stiles ran his hands through Harper's tangled hair, "I am so, so sorry babe."

Harper shook her head against his chest, holding onto him tighter as if she was afraid that she would get lost again. "It's not your fault." She reminded him, "not even the slightest bit."

"I was supposed to make sure nothing happened to you." Stiles voiced, "and I failed." He frowned, angry at himself, "I woke up and you were gone, Harper."

Harper pulled away from the hug, grabbing his hands and looking him in the eye, "I am fine, Stiles. Just a little freaked out, that's all," She told him sternly.

Stiles' face softened, "I don't want you to be scared."

Harper forced a smile, "then take me home and cuddle me, idiot."

Stiles pursed his lips together, nodding quickly, "I can do that."

"I know you can." Harper stated as Stiles' large hand took hers, leading her to the jeep.

Harper looked back at  the cemetery where she had come from, her heart stopping when she saw a figure stood in front of the gates. She blinked quickly, and the figure disappeared. She shook her head and dismissed the dread inside her, climbing into the car.

She needed to write back to Harry— and soon.

...

"I don't see anything," Derek muttered, his arms folded across his chest as they stood in the middle of an empty classroom.

Lydia and Allison were showing him the pattern they had found in their matching bruises, apparently left by a girl who had been looking for Scott. Allison was convinced that it had something to do with everything going on, so when Scott didn't know anything, they went to the Alpha.

Stiles was sat on a desk and Harper was sat on the chair in front of it, his legs right behind her and his hands on her shoulders as he leaned forwards to look at the bruises on the teenagers' wrists.

Stiles hadn't really left Harper alone after the whole nightmare/sleep walking incident. He was afraid that if she left again then he wouldn't be able to find her next time, or something bad would happen to his girlfriend. Harper didn't really mind, she had missed Stiles over the summer holidays and they both had a lot of catching up to do.

"Look again," Scott replied.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek snapped, looking straight at Allison who was already glaring at him.

"It's the same on both sides," Scott attempted to convince him, "exactly the same."

"It's nothing." Derek deadpanned.

Lydia pursed her lips together, "pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

Scott just stared at Lydia for a second before turning to face Derek, "they're trying to help," He spoke more quietly.

"These two?" Derek shot Scott a look before glaring at Lydia and Allison, "this one," he pointed at the strawberry blonde, "who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one," he turned to Allison, "who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."

Stiles spoke up, "okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."

Harper thought about Rose and frowned slightly. She knew Stiles meant nobody died because of the supernatural, so she didn't bother interjecting.

However, Allison did.

"My mother died," she whispered.

Derek stared at her, "your families little honour code killed your mother. Not me."

Allison brushed off his comment, "that girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you."

"Wanna help? Find something real," Derek dismissed the taller brunette.

Harper climbed out of her seat, her and Scott following Derek out of the door. She grabbed his arm, "hey, hey. Can't you just listen? Allison's trying to help," She attempted to convince him softly.

Scott nodded, "yeah, they're on our side now," He added.

Derek leaned in closer towards the two of them, lowering his voice, "well, then maybe one of you two should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night."

The two teenagers didn't say anything as Derek left, slamming the door behind him.

...

"What are you doing here?" Allison asked Harper as the shorter brunette sat down beside her at a table in the library, "don't you normally have your sessions with Ms Morrell right now?"

Harper let out a mixture of a sigh and a huff. "Yeah, I should have but she cancelled this week's counselling sessions with everyone. Who cancels counselling sessions on the first week of school? That's, like, when everybody needs them the most."

Allison nodded, "yeah, that's really inconvenient," she paused, "how are you? I don't mean to drop Scott or Stiles in anything, but they told me about last night, or, well, this morning."

"They told you?" Harper whined, "why?"

Allison sighed, "they're worried about you, Harper," the former hunter patted the Empath's hand, "they only told Lydia and I. They want us to look out for you, to make sure that nothing bad happens to you."

"It's not that big a deal," Harper muttered sourly, leaning against the table and resting her eyes, since she didn't get much sleep last night.

"It is to them," Allison hesitated before adding, "they promised Rose that they would look after you."

Harper just bit her lip and shook her head, not looking back up at her friend. Allison sighed again, going back to what she was doing before Harper arrived. It looked like she was tracing her and Lydia's bruises onto some paper. She also had her laptop and some text books out in front of her.

Lydia wandered over from where she had been browsing at some psychology books, taking her seat in front of her two favourite brunettes. Harper lifted her head up from the table just in time to see the strawberry blonde become distracted by something, or someone, who had just walked into the library.

Harper turned her head, smirking when she saw the two mysterious twins from yesterday walk inside. They went to stand next to a book shelf, sporting dark clothes just like every time Harper had seen them, which, to be fair, was only twice.

"I want one," Lydia announced quietly, her green eyes not leaving the boys.

Allison turned to look at them before quickly looking back at Lydia and grinning, "which one?"

"Most likely the straight one," Harper hummed as Danny walked around the corner, one of the twins very obviously checking him out.

The former hunter got distracted by her Beacon Hills coffee cup, running her fingers over the logo.

"What if it's not a symbol?" She thought out loud.

"You think it's a logo?" Harper asked, becoming curious in Allison's new theory.

"Yeah, maybe. What do you think Ly-" The two brown eyed girls looked up, only to find the chair in front of them empty.

They turned around in their seats, seeing the strawberry blonde leaning against the book shelf next to the straight twin, one hand in her hair as she played with a lock flirtatiously and another hand on her phone as she typed in his number.

Both girls chuckled before Harper grabbed Allison's laptop, steering it in her direction.

"Let me look at something," Harper murmured.

She typed in 'Beacon Hills business logo' and she and Allison began scrolling.

-

Harper sat up straight against the headboard of Stiles' bed, resting a notepad on her legs as her two best friends sat around on the floor, trying to find as much information on some supernatural theory as possible.

The brunette girl had zoned out on them, too nervous and focused on the letter that she was trying to write to her supposed half brother.

Dear Harry,

She froze, not knowing what else to write. She decided to just go with the flow and write whatever came to her.

It's me, Harper. I don't know why, but something is telling me that you are telling the truth. As you can imagine, I have many questions. I don't know if whether listing them or not is somewhat impersonal, but I don't know what else to say to you so:

Why are you in Eichen house and how long have you been there?

How do you know that dad is alive?

Why do you need breaking out of Eichen?

And I would also like you to tell me about you. If you really are my brother, then I want you in my life. My mum died too, and my grandma did this summer. I have an auntie back in England, but she doesn't like me much— so you're the only blood family I have too.

I have family, but we're not related. Scott, Stiles, Allison, Melissa, Noah, Lydia, and maybe Isaac and Derek. You don't know them, obviously, but they can be your family too.

I hope you're okay and please reply to this.

From, Harper.

She'd take it to Eichen House in the morning before school.

-

THIS IS KINDA OLD NEWS BUT I CANT GET OVER SCOTT WHEN LYDIA SAYS THAT SHE NEVER SAID IT BACK IN 6B. BECAUSE SCOTT WAS PROBABLY THINKING OF ALLISON, AND HOW SHE SAID IT TO HIM RIGHT BEFORE SHE DIED, BUT HE NEVER SAID IT BACK EITHER AHH