SEASON 5A.

(please read the author's note)

Harper's eyes flickered open, blinking swiftly at the amount of sunlight managing to pour through her windows and onto her face. Usually it was never this bright in the mornings. The brunette pushed herself off of her pillow, her forehead wrinkling when she realised something was attached to it.

She pulled off the bright yellow sticky note, reading it while she yawned into her hand.

we know you didn't sleep the night before, so mom said it was okay for you to sleep in today. text us when you're awake and hope you slept well!
— ur bestest friend scotty

Smiling a little, Harper huffed as she scrunched up the paper and threw it into the bin next to her bed. Of course Scott had decided to stick it to her forehead instead of just texting her. She climbed out and headed downstairs, scratching her head which was sporting some of the toughest bed-hair ever seen.

Harper decided on fruit for breakfast. Normally it was just a breakfast bar, but since she decided that today would be about some self-care, the brunette decided to treat herself.

Harper hummed to herself as she sliced through an apple, a bang from behind her making her jump.

"Archie!" She hissed at the cat who had been spooked by nothing, a groan coming from her lips when she realised in her panic she'd cut her hand in between her finger and her thumb.

Looking down at the cut, she gritted her teeth.

But then she froze.

The crimson liquid that started to pour reminded her or something- but what that was she couldn't put her finger on. Suddenly, as she glanced up, she realised she wasn't at home anymore.

Harper was in her old house.

Not the one she'd shared with Rose, or the one in Beacon Hills before that— her home back in Brighton. More importantly, she was in her bedroom, laying across her pink bed.

Her dad sat in a chair next to her, some pages in his hands. He had his reading glasses on, his eyes frowning at the words in front of him.

"It's all wrong," he sighed, shaking his head. "I wrote some more today and it's rubbish. I can't put my name on this."

"Read me some, daddy," Young-Harper requested softly, her hand going out to hold his wrist.

Real-Harper grimaced, but she found herself wanting to know what was going to happen. She couldn't remember this at all.

Gabriel Valack smiled at her. "You'll be in the second book, Harper. It will be all about people like you. You beat the bad guys from book one."

"Princesses?" Young-Harper gasped. At age seven, she believed whole-heartedly that she was one.

"People who are empathetic," he corrected.

The seven-year-old didn't know what that meant but smiled anyway, excited that she would be in one of her father's books.

"Am I the main character?" She asked.

"You're one of them," he nodded. "You and another boy."

"Is he like me too?"

Valack smiled, running a hand through her long, brown locks that were sprawled out across her pillow. He nodded, peeling back one of the pieces of paper in his hands.

"Are you sure you want me to read this to you?" He asked.

Young-Harper nodded eagerly. "I wanna know who I'm fighting in the second book, daddy!"

Shaking his head in amusement, the father began to read out loud. Harper closed her eyes, listening to what he was saying.

"With a sob in her throat, Judy watched the Surgeon toss Aaron off the catwalk and into the dark water below. Then, the Surgeon's bright eyes fell on her. Judy recoiled, her hand falling on a large rusted wrench," Gabriel read. "Leaning forward, the Surgeon raised a gloved hand, but Judy struck out with the wrench. The large tool cracked against the side of the Surgeon's mask. He stumbled back and Judy struck him again and again."

Harper's eyes has opened and she appeared horrified at her dad's words. All she could think about was Judy striking the man and all of the blood there must have been.

So much blood.

She was trembling under her duvet, desperate for him to stop but too scared to ask.

"Gabriel!" Her mother shrieked from the doorway, "what the bloody hell are you reading to her?"

He stood up from his seat, glaring at the woman. "She wanted me to read it to her."

"She's seven, you're going to traumatise her," Monica Verum seethed, stepping in between her child and her husband. "This is morbid! What are you trying to do?"

Young-Harper was crying silently as she watched her parents fight. Real-Harper was almost as shocked, having no idea how she had forgotten this.

"Empaths are the only thing they can't make," Valack glared. "I need to know why. She saw them. She told me she saw them at school."

"Dread Doctors aren't real," Monica argued. "And you're crazy. The teacher said she fell and hit her head. She didn't see anything, it was a nightmare, Gabriel!"

"She saw them, you stupid bitch!" He suddenly grabbed his wife's arm, squeezing it and making Young-Harper scream for her mother.

"Mummy!"

"Oh my god," Harper whispered, holding her hands up to her mouth. She didn't think she could despise her father anymore than she already did.

"Let me go, Gabriel," Monica's eyes turned purple, making Young-Harper shriek out, grabbing the duvet and lifting it to just below her eyes.

Teenage-Harper's lips parted in amazement, watching as her mother used her Empathic powers to manipulate her father. Valack released the woman who immediately held her bruised wrist and looked over to the little girl on the bed.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, baby," she whispered, scooping Young-Harper into her arms and glaring at her husband with pure hatred.

Harper gasped for air, feeling oxygen fill her lungs painfully as she looked down at Archie stroking his head against her leg. Thankfully, she was back in the McCall household- but her hand was still bleeding.

She ran it under a cold tap, swallowing thickly as she closed her eyes, thinking things over. Once the bleeding had stopped, she stuck a bandaid over the cut that thankfully wasn't deep enough to need stitches. A trip to the hospital was the last thing she wanted right now.

Racing back upstairs, she ditched the fruit and grabbed her phone, immediately scrolling to the group chat.

harps
i had my hallucination
but i also have a feeling that was only part one

She didn't expect an immediate reply from anyone, knowing that everybody else would be at school. Harper began to brush her teeth, zoning out as she thought about what she had just experienced. It made her miss her mum a little.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. The brunette grabbed it, finding that Stiles had texted her back first. Surprise? Not really.

stiles
you okay??
what do you mean??

harps
it's kinda hard to explain

STILES IS CALLING...

Harper clicked accept, holding the phone to her ear once it had stopped ringing.

"What happened?" Her boyfriend's voice called out on the other end.

"I cut my hand, and the blood triggered it, I think. It was my dad reading The Dread Doctors to me when I was about seven, and I was crying. My mum told him to stop, and basically he told her I needed to remember them, but she said that they weren't real. They just kinda fought after that," Harper explained.

"So, you think you'll have another one?" Stiles sounded concerned.

Harper nodded, despite the fact that he obviously couldn't see her. "Yeah. He said it was different for me, right? Maybe next time I'll actually get my memory of the Dread Doctors back. He said it happened while I was at school."

"Great," her boyfriend muttered sarcastically. "Multiple hallucinations? Just great."

Mumbling went on in the background of Stiles' end, but Harper couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Babe, I gotta go. Lydia wants to go to the hospital to try and find out what she hallucinated," Stiles spoke.

Harper frowned. "Lydia had her hallucination?"

"Sounds like it. I'll explain it all to you. Meet us there?"

"Yeah. Give me a bit to get dressed and stuff."

"Right. Love you."

"Love you too."

Harper began to get dressed, putting her denim jacket over her mustard yellow shirt and some black skinny jeans. She started to brush her hair just as a bang came from downstairs, indicating that somebody had entered the house.

It was either Scott or Isaac, and they were mad. Not only could she sense it with her ability, but the person stomped up the stairs forcefully, banging their hand against the wall once they got to the top.

The brunette peeled her bedroom door open, only just catching Isaac storm into his bedroom. She heard a grunt before something smashed, making her jump. Harper rushed inside, horrified to see that he had swiped everything off of his desk in a moment of anger.

"Isaac!" Harper gasped, making the teenager turn to face her. His eyes were glowing golden. "Isaac, what happened?"

"I saw him," he spat. "I saw my dad."

Harper guessed that he had had his hallucination by now, her eyes softening as she approached him. She gently held his arm, pulling him down to sit on his bed next to her.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked sweetly.

Isaac shook his head, his jaw clenched. "I wanted to talk about it with Malia, but she was too busy watching Theo fucking Raeken work out in the school gym."

Harper sighed. "I'm sure she was there for a reason, Isaac. She really loves you, you know?"

"She doesn't think there's anything wrong with him," he shook his head once more. "I hate to say it, but I believe Stiles. Theo was a dick to me back in fifth grade, now he's sucking up to Scott to be a part of the pack."

Harper patted his hand but couldn't offer any words of advice. She didn't know what to tell him, to be honest. She didn't particularly trust the new werewolf either, but it looked like it was just her, Stiles and Isaac on the same page. Everybody else thought he was God's gift.

"He won't be part of the pack," Harper assured him. "As long as Stiles remains digging, he'll find something. I swear."

Isaac nodded before looking down at the floor. His blue eyes landed on her shoe-clad feet.

"Going out?" He sighed.

She nodded. "Hospital to meet Lydia and Stiles. You wanna come? Might help take your mind off of everything."

"Okay."

...

As soon as Harper and Isaac stepped foot through the hospital's main entrance doors, the teenage girl felt an aching tightness in her lungs, so vicious that it almost took her breath away. Before having the chance to even question it, loud growls and shouts came from right around the corner, immediately making Isaac take off, his nails morphing into razor-sharp claws.

Harper rushed after him, gasping when she saw a Dread Doctor stood in the centre of the hallway. Malia was in front of it, her teeth bared as she growled. Looking past them, Harper noticed that Scott was in the elevator on the floor, Melissa beside him as she stabbed a needle into his leg that made him gasp for breath.

Melissa turned around, "Malia, come on! Run!" She screamed.

Ignoring the older woman, the werecoyote threw her fist towards its head, only for the Dread Doctor to grip her arm and pull it. Malia grunted in pain, unable to move from its hold until Isaac rushed over. He sent a powerful kick to the Dread Doctor's back, causing it to stumble and release Malia.

"Harper!" Scott cried out, his voice stained upon noticing the defenceless teenage girl stood behind the fight. "Run past them!"

Harper did as she was told, running past as Isaac and Malia worked together to push it to the left wall. As soon as Harper made into the elevator, she was kneeling by Scott's body, watching as the Dread Doctor grabbed Isaac by the neck and lifted him up.

Before it could smack its fist against his head, the werewolf managed to pull himself away. The couple took off running towards the elevator, Harper calling their names in panic when she saw the Dread Doctor right behind. Melissa was pressing down on the buttons frantically, her brown eyes horrified.

Just as they fell inside, the doors came to shut and the Dread Doctors fist slammed against it. Harper gripped Scott's arm as the tiny room they were in shook violently, the lights flickering on and off.

"It's okay," he breathed once it had stopped, his voice still wheezy.

Isaac shook his head. "This is not okay. We never should have read that book."

....
i posted the playlist and cast for the last book to this series if you wanna check that out! it's called dynasty.

also, would you guys like a spin-off after season six?? like, maybe the pack come back together when they're in their mid-twenties for one last supernatural adventure kind of thing? idkkkkk