So my bff Jo was poking around my laptop today, invading my privacy etc when she came across this. She kind of liked it and she made a few suggestions and next thing I know there is a bit of meat on the bones, so we have decided to try and write this together. We have a vague idea of where this is going but the journey is going to be the fun part. Anyway let me know what you think, should we continue, should we quit while we're ahead?

It's going to be a Jackson/Stiles, Danny/Scott, and Allison/Derek story.

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They headed east towards Chicago. The first day they stopped only to eat and refuel the car. Derek wanted to put as much distance between them and Beacon Hills as possible. As they drove into the night Allison fell asleep, her legs curled under her in the soft leather seat and Derek's jacket around her shoulders. Derek kept one hand on the wheel, and eyes on the road, but occasionally he would reach a hand out to touch her, glance across at her. He couldn't believe she was here with him, that they'd finally left. He had his mate with him, and with careful planning his pack would soon meet up with him.

They passed Salt Lake City around midnight. Derek toyed with the idea of stopping, of finding a bed and curling around Allison but he knew he didn't want to halt his progress. They ate breakfast in Cheyenne, and then Allison insisted on driving because Derek's eyes were red. He tried to tell her it was the alpha peeking through, delighted at the adventure but she told him to stop bullshitting her and shoved him towards the passenger side of the car.

Derek snored, his head lolling against the window as Allison drove a little too fast probably but Derek was asleep so it was her secret. She stopped just outside Kearney, to hell with being caught, and booked them into a motel after lunchtime. The guy looked at her strangely but she took the afternoon package, agreeing to be out of the room by nine that evening.

Derek complained about having to wake up then about her stopping because he wasn't tired anymore, but he still wrapped a heavy arm around her when she set the alarm and fell straight to sleep with his nose buried in her neck. When the alarm sounded they got up, showered in cool water and headed back to the car.

'Will you kiss me?' Allison asked as Derek was about to turn the key in the ignition. He reached forward framing her face and pressed his lips against hers, brushing them together again and again until Allison let out a tiny moan.

'Did I forget to kiss you today?' Derek whispered pressing their foreheads together and running his thumbs over her jaw hinge.

'You didn't kiss me when we got up.' Her voice was soft, she sounded almost hurt.

'I'll mend my ways then, a kiss for my girl every morning, and another one after dinner, and another one every time we get into the car together.' Derek promised. Allison smiled at him, big eyes melting into his.

'You're crazy cute you know that Derek?' She asked. Derek growled low in his throat but he was smiling.

'If you tell the pack I'll withdraw kissing privileges. Let's go.' He said. 'We'll be in Chicago tomorrow.'

'Hit it.' Allison said. She rested her hand on his leg as he negotiated the streets. When he was on the highway again he put his hand on hers.

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Danny rubbed his hand over the steering wheel, feeling the raised stitching under his palm. Derek had told the pack to split and they obeyed. He wanted them travelling in pairs, mates together. They had got rid of their phones; Derek had bought them all new ones. There were different bank accounts opened, new credit cards handed out, monies was transferred everywhere. Danny felt like the money laundering criminals his father so often chased.

Layering, that's what they were doing. Shifting the money through different accounts to hide the origin of the funds. For criminals it was a way to hide the proceeds of crime. For the pack it was a way to hide themselves from danger and the hunters who overran their tiny town.

Danny was the best kept secret in Beacon Hills. His mother was a werewolf, he was a werewolf and his father never knew. They kept the secret close to their hearts, hiding from hunters. Then last month his mother had been caught. A simple trap had been created at a diner where one of the hunters worked. Three wooden steps made of mountain ash.

They put a bullet in her head seconds later. She didn't even know what was going on. The surveillance camera had apparently been fake, a decoy created to frighten criminals away. Danny's father was furious and on a warpath. For his sake, Danny had to leave. He had to save his family. They all had to.

'Quit thinking. I swear you're louder than Stiles.' His mate said from beside him. Danny smiled and reached a hand over to squeeze his mate's thigh. 'I hope my mom will be ok.'

'She'll be fine baby.' Danny said, his hand reaching to scratch through Scott's messy hair.

'Hey it's my turn to drive.' Scott said.

'I'll be ok. You go back to sleep.' Danny said. The headlights of the car flashed past a sign post that stated they were only 157 miles from Denver.

'I don't feel like sleeping. Aren't you tired?' Scott asked softly.

'I'm fine.' Danny answered.

'Are you scared?' Scott asked. Danny looked at him sharply. 'It's ok. You can be scared.' Scott looked at his hands in his lap. 'I'm scared.'

'I'm scared of loss; I'm scared of losing my friends, of my family. I'm scared of losing you. I'm not afraid for myself, I am afraid for what I'll do if something happens to someone I love.' Danny admitted.

'It's ok. Fear's ok. It's good. I mean if you feel fear then your normal right. It's when you stop feeling fear that's when you have to worry about yourself and your humanity. Right?' Scott asked.

'Wise words.' Danny teased gently. 'Who taught you that?'

'I learned it from my pack.' Scott said. 'Pull over, let's swap.'

Danny steered the car to a halt but instead of getting out he wrapped his hand around the back of Scott's neck and dragged him in for a hot brutal kiss.

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'We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout!' Stiles sang along with the radio 'we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna' mess around; yeah I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town!'

Jackson laughed at his boyfriend as he sang at the top of his lungs. It was one in the morning and they were the only car on the road. They were both sleep deprived, having done exactly what Derek told them not to, stop for sex, and as a result, they were a little crazy. The windows were down, the music was loud and they didn't care. They were running away from home, from all they knew. They desperately needed to let their hair down.

Amazingly they had made good time, despite their regular forbidden pit stops. Stiles reckoned Danny and Scott were being good and following Derek's instructions to the letter.

'We'll lay low here for a few days.' Jackson said.

'Just you, me and a bed. Sounds like heaven.' Stiles teased. Jackson rolled his eyes at Stiles.

'You only have one thing on your mind.' Jackson complained.

'Not true. I get hungry too.' Stiles said.

And finally they were allowed to stop. They had reached what Derek defined as their safe distance. Of course they had instructions, and they had followed them, roughly. They pulled into the Cash Motel in Jackson Tennessee. The Cash diner was sitting beside it.

'These guys are really Cashing in on my man Johnny.' Stiles told his boyfriend.

Jackson snorted. 'Have you not run out of bad jokes yet?' He asked.

'Hey Jackson, I'm going to come in Jackson tonight.' Stiles said slapping his leg.

Jackson groaned and covered his face with his hands. Stiles pushed his hands away to steal a kiss before getting out and heading into the reception. He slapped the bell and watched as a bored gothic boy plodded from a back room. 'Yeah?' He asked.

'A room for two my good man.' Stiles grinned. He wondered if the others had reached their destinations yet.

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'Where did they go?'

Chris examined the photograph in his hand. He had no idea that things had gotten so bad that he didn't know his little girl anymore. She'd completely broken away from that group of friends she first ran with when they arrived in Beacon Hills. She had hated werewolves as much as her mother did, with an intensity that frightened Chris. She had absorbed stories of death and torture from her grandfather like they were fairy tales of castles.

The whole wolf pack was in the photo, Scott and Jackson, that Stiles boy and a dark haired kid he didn't recognise. Stiles was draped around Jackson, Scott was holding Danny's hand, and his daughter, his baby girl, was wrapped in the arms of Derek Hale. They were all smiling for the camera. Chris wanted to tear it to shreds; instead he folded it and slipped it into his pocked.

'Chris.' The voice said. He looked up and locked eyes with his father.

'I have no idea.' Chris said swallowing the amber liquid. 'But I'm going to find out.'

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