CHAPTER NUMBER TEN:
season number four episode orphaned!

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         OPHELIA GOT HOME AND SHOWERED, NOT EXPECTING A CALL FROM SCOTT MCCALL. She didn't mind. It cause a small smile to grow on her face as she answered, and his rough — yet somehow smooth voice vibrated through the phone. "Ophelia?" He questioned. The blonde felt a small grin form as she collapsed onto her bed with a small noticeable bounce.

         "Scott." She confirmed, hearing him shuffle with his duvets on his side of the line. She could picture him scooting around, trying to find the comfortable position he liked.

          "I couldn't sleep." He told her the reason for calling, feeling as if he was bother, and Ophelia was just too nice to decline.

          "Is it because of what happened tonight? With Brett and all." She asked, playing with a loose thread on her bed sheets. She was quite curious to know how all of this was affecting him. Because from what she's seen of Scott so far, he cared far too much.

          Sighing, Scott didn't know how to answer. Was his stomach nauseous because of what he had done to Violet, or the fact Garrett was still out there and could go after anyone. However deep down, he knew it was wrenching feeling of Ophelia. Because she was worth so much — he was apprehensive about leaving her alone. People would do crazy things for money. Especially three hundred million. "Yeah." He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Yeah it's about what happened." Scott fibbed, while rubbing his hand over his face. "And Liam."

          Liam's name struck something deep in her heart. She was also worried about him, and the other people in danger. "Isn't Malia on the list, since she's a werecoyote and all?"

          "Yeah." Scott whispered. "But I have confidence in Malia. She can hold her own well. I doubt she needs me to look after her." He couldn't help but chuckle. "Besides, she and Stiles are probably spooning right now."

           Ophelia's face scrunched up. "Stiles and Malia have a thing?" She gasped. "She can do so much better than Stiles." Her disliking towards the frail teen was nothing new to Scott, and he laughed at her comment.

           "Stiles isn't that bad when he learns to trust you." Scott defended his friend. "You have to learn to tolerate his sarcasm."

           Ophelia scoffed. "And his constant idiotic comments?" Pursing her lips, she decided not to bring down Scott's bestfriend like that. "He's someone I could tolerate." She added, even though she knew it was a lie.

           Scott let a knowing smirk cross his lips. "You don't have to lie, Ophelia. It's okay if you don't like him." He chuckled as he heard her let out a breath. "You two will come around to eachother. You might even like him more than me." If he was being honest. Scott always felt like Stiles was the more likable one in their friendship. He was intelligent, quick on his feet. Sure his attitude turned alot of people in the other direction. But to him, it just seemed that everything happened because of him. "If it wasn't for him, I would have never went out into those woods and got the bite from Peter." His mind then drifted to Allison. If he would have never gotten the bite from Peter, he and Allison would have had a chance. But then he would have never met Ophelia. "Everything happens for a reason."

         Ophelia's nose crinkled at his last statement. "You believe that?"

         "To a certain extent, I do."

         "Do you believe me and you met for a reason?" Ophelia mumbled, licking her bottom lip in anticipation to his answer.

          "Truth?" Scott asked — and Ophelia squeaked out an answer. "More than anything." He promised, wholeheartedly. "Do you remember that day in the library?"

          Ophelia groaned as she recollected the horrible, embarrassing memory forever embedded in her mind. "I was a total idiot."

          Scott laughed, a twinkle in his eyes at his thought back to meeting the flustered blonde. "You were totally cute." He said. "I knew you weren't in my class, you're a terrible liar. I hope you're never in a position that's life or death in the cause of lying."

          Ophelia's cheeks turned hot. "Shut up." She murmured through her embarrassment.

         Turning his head, Scott saw the time. He didn't want to keep her up on a school night. "It's getting late, Ophelia. I don't want to keep you up when there's school tomorrow."

         "I don't mind!" Ophelia said quickly. "I mean — uh — I like talking to you." She cleared her throat, trying to ease her awkwardness that Scott made her feel.

          Grinning, Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Okay, then. How's your family doing?"

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         OPHELIA WAS REGRETTING STAYING UP LATE AS SHE ATE breakfast. Her eyes were burning, and she had to use concealer to cover her bags. Her and Scott talked for hours. Some getting into a deep conversation, and others joking around and making eachother blush with embarrassment. Ophelia had never liked someone the way she liked Scott — and to be honest, it terrified her. "A ride to school?"

         Ophelia's eyes flickered to her mom looking at her expectantly. She hadn't spent some time with her in a while, so the ride to school could have them catch up. "Please."

           She grabbed her a cheesestick, and walked outside — locking the front door behind her. She and her mother didn't exchange words as she clambered into the passenger seat. "Thanks for asking."

          Nodding, she started the engine.
"Are you seeing someone, Ophelia?" Olivia went straight to the point — refusing to turn to look at a dumbfounded Ophelia.

          Ophelia's cheeks burned as she thought about Scott. "No?" It came out more as question, because she didn't know. Her and Scott kissed once, and that was that. The two didn't have time to go out on a proper date, and call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Especially with the benefactor drama.

           Olivia sighed. "I'm not going to tell you that you can't see boys, because it's your choice either way. I can't stop you." She said. "But be safe, Ophelia. You're purity is too good to taint with just anyone. If you're going to give yourself to someone, and be that vulnerable — then make sure that person is true with their intentions. I know I give you a hard time, but that doesn't mean I don't care because I care a hell of a lot about you, Ophelia." She admitted. Ophelia's lips twitched upwards in a small smile.

           "I am, mom. I will be." She promised.
"And I'm not sure where I stand with relationships right now, but as soon as I find out you'll be the first person to know."

         The Beacon Hills High School sign came into view, and Ophelia unbuckled her seatbelt. Olivia kissed the top of Ophelia's head. "Ace that test you've been cramming in for the past month, babe." She encouraged.

           Ophelia grinned, waving her off as she climbed out of the car. Those were the small talks she loved to have with her mother. Those made her feel understood.

           Ophelia's eyes scanned the crowd of people until they landed on who she was searching for. Liam was talking to his friend Mason, who didn't seem to like her that much. She snuck up behind him, giggling to herself. "Guess who?" She asked, making Liam smile to himself as he pretended to not know who's hands were wrapped his eyes.

            "Scott?" He teased, making Ophelia take her hands off and drop her head on his shoulder. "Oh it's Ophelia!" He said, sounding disappointed. Ophelia pouted, sticking her tongue out to quickly lick his cheek. Liam gasped, ripping away from her grasp to wipe away the spit from his face.

           Ophelia doubled over in laughter. "Ah you know you can't get enough of this." She winked. Liam shook his head, looking at her with a small smile on his face. She looked up, frowning when she saw his friend walking in the opposite direction. "Was it something I said?" She pouted, wondering why he refused to stay and have civil conversation with her.

           "It's not what you said. It's what I didn't say." Liam sighed, picking up his bag from the ground, and tossing an arm over her shoulder. "Walk me to class, m'lady?" He asked. Ophelia side glanced at him.

            "Anytime."

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          OPHELIA HAD A BAD FEELING IN HER STOMACH WHEN SCOTT RUSHED UP TO HER. "You've seen Liam?" He asked, making Ophelia put down the book she was reading and give him her full attention. "He's not answering his calls."

            "I saw him this morning." She said alarmed. "Why what's wrong with him? What happened, is he okay?" Ophelia questioned.

           Scott knew telling her would only make her nervous, and he knew she had a maths test coming up that was important to her grade. But lying would only create problems. "Can you call his cell for me?" He asked.

           Ophelia whipped out her phone, dialing Liam's number. Her and Scott shared a few looks before it clicked in her ear that someone picked up the phone. "Liam?" She asked.

           "Little innocent Ophelia Cooper," tutted a voice that was familiar — but not at all Liam. "The most prized supernatural creature on the list, seems like you already know the answer." Her green eyes met Scott's brown pair that were filled with absolute worry. "I know you're there with her Scott."

           Ophelia swallowed, her fingers shaking as she pulled the phone from her ear to put in on speaker phone. "Where is he?" Scott demanded to know where his beta was.

           "Come on. Like I'm actually going to tell you that." Garrett said. Ophelia felt anger pulse through her body that he was playing games. Liam's life was a pawn for anything.

           "Liam's got nothing to do with this."

           Garrett chuckled, almost taunting her. "Naive little Ophelia. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk to strangers?"

           "We'll give you the money." Scott interrupted, placing his hand on the small of her back — rubbing it up and down.

          "Yeah you will. But that's not what's going to get Liam back. You're going to have to be a little more effort that that." Garrett pressed. Ophelia felt like she was going into a battle that there was no winning in.

           "What do you want then asshole?" Ophelia snapped, breathing in when Scott slid up hand up to massage her shoulders.

           Garrett rolled his eyes at the feisty blonde. "Get a leash on your girl McCall." He snarled into the phone. "I want the money. And Violet. Or you'll never see Liam again."

           Ophelia's heart dropped, and so did Scott's. "Okay, what do you want? You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent."

"You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone." Said Garrett, who was talking to them like they were stupid, which Ophelia didn't like too much. She huffed, upset.

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"They are transferring Violet to a federal facility. You're not gonna let that happen." He demanded, making Ophelia gag.

"How?"

"They're going to put her in a car. We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world for Scott to know.

Ophelia's hand reached up to hold Scott's hand that was still resting on her shoulder. "You want him to attack a car?"

"He's an alpha. If you can't stop this one little car, the one little beta is going to die. Stabbed your boy with a blade dripped in wolvesbane. If it gets to the heart —" he paused. "Bad things happen."

"You're a fucking asshole!" Ophelia said sharply into the phone, before pressing the end button. Her bottom lip trembled as tears leaked down her face. Scott immediately wrapped her up into a hug — holding her head as she cried in his chest. "What if we can't find him. What if he's already dead?"

Scott gently tore her away from him. His calloused hands cupped her cheek as he looked into her eyes sternly. "He's not dead. And we will find him." He promised, reaching down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Ophelia's skin burned where his lips touch, which made her ache to wrap her arms around his neck and bring him closer to her. Scott sighed as he pulled her into a hug, nuzzling his nose into her neck. "We can do this, Ophelia." He mumbled, his warm breath hitting her skin sending chills down her spine. "Together." Scott finished.

Ophelia pulled away, biting her lip. "Can I kiss you?" She asked, looking up at him through her mascara coated eyelashes.

Scott took his bottom lip between his teeth. "Thought you'd never ask." He smirked, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. Ophelia blushed as she stood on her tiptoes to press a firm kiss to Scott's lips. It wasn't heated, or something too intense. It was just a sweet show of affection towards one another that made Ophelia's heart beat like crazy in her chest — and Scott's adrenaline pump harshly in his veins.

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           AS MUCH AS OPHELIA WANTED TO GO WITH SCOTT, Stiles and Lydia wanted her to go with them see Meredith. Stiles ushered her into Jordan Parrish's car, despite her refusal. Crossing her arms as she stood in front of Meredith's room, she flicked Stiles on the back of his head. He shot his head to the side with a glare, rubbing the now sore spot. "We're really going to start this?"

           "That's what you get for tagging me along on this death mission." Ophelia frowned, crossing her arms. Stiles didn't answer, until his mouth opened back up when Brunski walked up with a stern look on his face. From afar, he looked quite disturbing. Chills ran down her spine as he stared the four of them down like a plague.

           "Oh not this guy again." Stiles groaned. Ophelia didn't question how the two of them knew eachother, and she didn't want to.

           "What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast? We do not open the door for anyone with badges." He snarled, and Ophelia frowned at his sharp tongue.

           "We need to talk with Meredith Walker." Parrish informed Brunski. "It involves a murder investigation." He tried explaining to him with no such luck.

           Ophelia watched as the man rolled his eyes with aggression. "Well you can talk to her all you want, but these three, especially that one—" his pointer finger pointed at Stiles, "they're outta here." Brunski said.

            "They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely — crucial." Parrish tried to persuade.

            Brunski stepped up trying to act intimidating. "Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen. As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with a payment in full. That's right. Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?" He quirked an eyebrow. Ophelia didn't care for Stiles all that much — but no one deserves to be treated or spoke to with such disrespect.

           "Excuse me," Ophelia looked down at his shirt. "Asshole, is it? I don't know what you're used to here, but you will not talk to him like that. One more word about him and his personal payment situation and I'll shove those dollars bills so far up your ass they'll come out of your ears." She pushed a pointer finger on his chest. Everyone stared at her with their jaw slacked, shocked to say the least. Her sweet and innocent demeanor dwindling when someone messed with her friends. It was quite humorous to them.

          Parrish preceded to explain how the law helped him out of some trouble a while ago, making Stiles gape surprised, and Brunski clam up like he was underwater. Ophelia didn't bother to pay much attention, her mind just kept drifing to Liam. Her stomach kept feeling unsettled. Scott promised to call or send a quick text once he was found.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she walked a few steps behind Stiles, and Parrish right behind her. Knowing he was there calmed her down slightly, because he was a deputy and he carried weapons. Her eyes scanned the room, and immediately her stomach fell. It wasn't very big. She then understood why Meredith was so out of her mind insane. They locked her up like she murdered someone. She deserved fresh air with a garden of the most prestigious flowers. Sunlight to soak in her skin and make her feel alive. Not a room with bland colors that made people want to throw their head against the wall. Not a bed stiffer than cardboard.

"Meredith." Lydia stated, her and Stiles a few meters away from her face. Ophelia stood rather close to Parrish, hoping he'd suck some of her anxiousness. "What do you mean you can't tell us?" She pronounced her words as if Meredith couldn't understand the english language. As much as Ophelia wanted to roll her eyes and step in, she knew it wasn't her place. Though, it still irritated her.

"We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want." Chimed in Stiles.

Ophelia read Meredith's body language well. Her skidding around and twitching was a sign of a close breaking point if pushed hard enough. Ophelia's breathing hitched as she watched the girl shake her head. "I can't."

"Then why did you give us the second key?" Lydia asked confused about the whole situation. She was loosing hope.

"I wanted to help. That's what I want to do. I want to help." Explained Meredith.

"Sometimes helping gets you killed," muttered Ophelia. "You're too good to die." Something flickered in Meredith's eyes as she said those words, a small smile creeping on her face at the statement. Ophelia grinned back.

Lydia whipped around to narrow her eyes at the blonde. "Great." She said enthusiastically to Meredith as she spun back around to face her. "So help us now. Give us the third cipher key." She practically begged.

Meredith's hands gripped her knees as she shook her head. "Things have changed." She struggled to form the words that would disappoint the four teenagers. "I can't."

Ophelia decided it would be best just to leave— she couldn't stand hearing Meredith speak anymore. For it reminded her too much of her childhood, those were memories she wanted to swallow up and forget.

"I think it's best if I leave." Ophelia murmured to Parish— patting his shoulder to catch his attention. She turned around to leave, but a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Her eyebrows furrowed as she spun around to see Meredith holding onto her. Ophelia gulped— glancing around to see Lydia and Stiles watching her with weariness.

           "Ophelia Cooper." She asked, though it sounded like she knew the answer. "You can see her, can't you?" Meredith said with her voice dripping like poison. "And Charlie— you saw him too, didn't you?" Ophelia's face paled when she mentioned Charlie. He was someone she wanted to forget— forever. He wasn't good. He wasn't like Allison. "He's back—" Meredith warned. "And he's coming."

           "He's back for you."