Reunited
Passing the boy over to the other man, Gerard turns back to his son. “Chris, what do I owe for the pleasure of seeing you here?” His greeting though fell onto deaf ears. Chris was looking intently at the boy being held in Harris arms.
Chris just ignored the pleasantries as he watch the other man shift the teenager in his arms. For some reason Chris thought that some of the boy’s feature look familiar. Turning back to his father, he asks, “What exactly are you doing here? Especially with that young man. Last time I’d remember you were still hospital bound from the last time you saw the pack.”
“Oh,” Gerard said with mock hurt, “I’m hurt that you think so little of me. Those mutts have nothing on me. Especially not when I have found something far better.” Gesturing to the other man in the room, he told Harris, “Take him back to his isolation chamber.”
“Wait, hold up,” this got Harris to stop in his track. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing with him?”
“Please, Christopher,” Gerard scoffs. “No, need to be suspicious. This boy is of none of your concern. He volunteered to be here way long before. Now if you could just leave…”
All Chris did was pull out a pistol from his holster and aims it in their direction. “I think I might stay here.” Seeing Harris trying to back away, he readjust his aim towards said man. “Don’t think about it. Put him down.”
With a gun pointed their way, and their unwillingness to give up, both sides stood there without the slightest movement. Chris was devising a plan to get the boy from their grasps. Gerard was in the middle of his own plan of incapacitating his son without killing him. All Harris wanted was to be away from this situation while rethinking his life choices. With their minds half aware, they almost missed the loud roar coming from the corner.
Being a hunter longer, Gerard pulled his gun out quick and shot at Chris. The bullet grazes his shoulder, causing Chris to drop his gun in surprise. With his distraction Gerard pulled Harris away from the area.
Taking a look at his wound, Chris knew that it wasn’t anything serious. Picking up his gun he was aware of footsteps behind him. He turns around to see Scott, Isaac, and a girl with them. She, just like the other boy, seem to have familiar features. Maybe the two are related.
Seeing his wound Isaac asks, “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you that badly, right?”
Shaking his head, Chris just replies, “Nothing I can’t handle. Now what are you guys doing here!”
Turning towards the girl Scott told the man, “Allison said that her brother was in trouble.”
Turning to the girl, Chris asks, “Your brother, was he wearing a long red jacket? Brown hair?”
“Yeah, how do know?” she asks.
“I just saw Gerard and some man take him away.”
Despite Isaac and Scott’s darkened expression, the girl, Allison, had a relieved expression. This had Chris confused. “Then he’s safe,” she said. Seeing the boys’ confused expression she became confused herself as well as anxious. “What’s wrong?”
Scott was the one to answer her when nobody else said anything. “Allison, Gerard is a bad man. He can’t be trusted.”
She stares at him in disbelief. “This is my grandfather you’re talking about. He protected me and Stiles since we were little. He would never hurt us.”
Seeing her all flared up, Scott tries again. “Please Allison believe when I say that he isn’t who you think he is. He tried to kill us off a year ago.”
“And why should I believe what you’re saying?”
Before Scott could try to reason with her some more, Chris interrupted him. “Because he’s my father.”
Turning towards the man, they watch as recognition, disbelief, and awe all swirled over his face. While the teens were in the middle of talking, Chris was thinking about how this new girl address Gerard - his own father - as “grandfather.” And now that he is looking at her he could finally see the family resemblance. This girl’s eyes and heart-shaped face screamed Argent. But her lips and nose was something else. Someone lost. This girl’s nose and lips were similar to those of his late wife, Victoria. But she never had a baby. Could she?
Allison was watching him with distrust in her eyes. Yup, just like Victoria. “You’re lying.”
“Then how could you exist without me?”
“You’re lying,” she insisted. “My father died years ago. The only family I had was Stiles, grandfather, and my mother.”
“Victoria,” he said unconsciously. This had Allison stunned.
“How did you know my mother’s name?”
“Because that was the name of my late wife. She died sixteen years ago. Her body was never found.”
“But my mother is here, or wherever it is they are keeping her. They promised me and Stiles that they would return her to us once this mission was over.”
“She’s alive?” he asks uncertainly. When she nodded at him, he began to realized what he had missed. “Wait a minute. You have a brother?”
“Yeah, my twin.”
“Oh, my god,” he groans. “He was just here, and I just let him slip between my fingers.”
“It’s okay, Mr. Argent,” Isaac says. “We’ll get back. I’ll make sure of it.”
Hearing a beep, they turn to see Scott putting away his phone. “I just talk to Derek. They will be here as fast as they can.”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for your team to get here. I’m going to go find him.” Allison made a step to zoom off, but Chris shot out and grabs onto her arm effectively stopping her in her track. “What are you-”
“You listen to me young lady,” Chris interrupts. “You are not going anywhere until back up gets here.”
Yanking her arm back she glares at the man whom revealed as her father. “Who do you think you are? You think becoming my father for five minutes makes up for sixteen years then you are sadly mistaken. I lived with my mother for four years. Once they separated us, Stiles was all I had. I’m not going to lose him, too.”
“Well guess what, missy? I knew your mother - my wife - for just as long as you, if not longer. She means everything to me, just as much as you. We are on the same boat here. So you better listen to me that Gerard is not this ‘grandfather’ he made you believe in.”
All Allison could do was stare at this man, her father. It still sounded weird to her. But during his speech she could see the raw honesty when he spoke of her mother. Maybe they weren’t so different. “Okay, I believe you, but you have to know that this doesn’t make us family. Not yet anyways.” She whispers the last part.
Unfortunately the two wolves present ears’ perk when they heard the sound of heavy boots running their way. “Guys, we have to get out of here soon. I hear people coming.”
“I have an idea,” was all Allison said before wrapping an arm around Isaac’s waist and disappearing in a blur of blue and silver. She came back and did the same thing for the other two.
When the other three look around they found themselves in an empty lab with five scientists lying around on the ground, all bleeding from their necks. Allison just ignored them and went over to a desk with the wooden jar. Pulling out a drawer she lifts up a white mask. Giving it to the wolves she told them, “That’s Stiles’ mask. Think you can get a clue to where he is?”
“Easy,” Scott says while taking in the mask’s scent. He passes it over to Isaac so he could do the same.
In the middle of doing this, Allison pulled out the arrowhead from her pocket. As she began fiddling with it, Chris took notice stared in wonder. “Where did you get that?”
“My mom,” she says without looking up.
“You are the oldest aren’t you?” he asks offhandedly.
Not understanding where he was going, she just nods along. “Uh, yeah. I mean we’re twins but yeah, you can say I’m the older one.”
“I don’t know if your mother told you this, but when she made that arrowhead, she told me that it was her most sacred treasure. That she would’ve wanted her eldest child to inherit it. She believed that, that child would protect their younger siblings.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t seem to save Stiles. I shouldn’t have left him alone.”
“That might be true, but you do have us, and a pack of supernatural forces coming to aid you in saving your brother. And possibly your mother.”
Looking up into the man’s eyes, she replies back softly, “And your wife.”
Their moment was interrupted when the boys yell over to them, “Hey, we found something!”
“Let’s go find our family,” they said together before making their way over towards the other two.