Stiles looked around the Beacon Hills gym awkwardly, trying to see from every angle at the same time, from the Pack's table, "I don't see them anywhere."

He turned back to see Faith and Damien doing the same, "What could possibly be taking them this long?"

Allison shrugged, "Maybe they're just taking their girl time."

Faith scoffed and took a sip of her water, "Between Constant and Raleigh they might be able to apply lipstick at the very most. I don't even think Raleigh owns a dress."

The table got quiet and Stiles scanned the gym again. So far the charity was going smooth enough. Derek hadn't really had much competition securing Stiles for the event but he did pay way more than he should have. Erica and Boyd just looked really bored whispering amongst themselves. Lydia was complaining because there wasn't anyone worthy of buying and Allison was eagerly waiting for Scott to come on stage but right now things were pretty slow with Greenberg on auction. Coach wasn't exactly helping starting the bidding at six dollars.

"Oh no miss, twenty six dollars is way too much for him. I'd take a quarter." Coach said leaning down the stage towards an elderly woman.

"I hope Coach knows that's Greenberg's mom." Allison murmured laughingly.

Stiles licked his lips, "I'm pretty sure he knows."

Faith leaned over to Damien, "How much cash do you have on you?"

Stiles saw the questioning look Damien tossed his wife.

"Jackson about to be on stage and if some little high school girl who doesn't know what's good for her buys him Raleigh's gonna be pissed." Faith muttered under her breath taking a few bills from the man.

Derek raised his patented eyebrow, "Should we call them?"

Faith shook her head picking up her phone, "Nah, I'll just text th-"

"Faith?"

No one at the table could have missed the way both Damien and Faith tensed before looking around. Their eyes landed on an attractive older woman with brown hair balanced expertly on the top of her head dressed in a slim fitting red business suit. She looked like a modern day Cruella DeVil, without all the black and Glenn Close.

"Hawthorne?" Faith asked disbelievingly, "What the hell are you doing here?"

The woman, Hawthorne, shrugged and made her way closer to the table, "I live here, what are you- Wait, are you here because of Raleigh?" She asked helping herself to a seat beside Faith.

Faith grinned loosening up her posture, "Yeah, just came to get her settled in. How did you know she was here?"

Hawthorne gave a knowing smile, "Doctor/Patient confidentiality,"

Damien almost busted out laughing while Faith seemed to control herself a little better only giggling when she asked, "So, uh, you're still practicing huh?"

Hawthorne rolled her eyes, "Just because I couldn't be your therapist Faith, doesn't mean that I can't still practice."

Stiles just shook his head, these people would never fail to amaze him, they seemed to know someone everywhere and like to conduct half conversations in front of other people that they knew had no idea what was going on. Jerks.

Faith nodded sweetly, "Well, if that's what helps you sleep at night."

Hawthorne stood up slightly annoyed, "You are still such a child Faith."

"Hey if you ever need me to make you cry again, just call me. I can tell you all about my mother." Faith responded quickly as Hawthorne stalked off with a frown on her face.

There was about a beat before Coach's voice filled the gym, "Now coming on stage is one of our co captains Jackson Whittemore."

Stiles rolled his eyes as the gym clapped; why the hell were they clapping this was high school lacrosse not the pros. He could see Jackson looking towards the table from where he sat and Stiles knew who he was looking for, he shrugged his shoulders as the bidding started. It went fast, seemed every single female in the high school wanted a piece of Jackson. Around four hundred dollars there was only about seven more bidders still going.

About five minutes, seven hundred and sixty three dollars and a pissed off Faith, Jackson was sold off to some senior girl.

"I genuinely want to know where the hell a high school girl comes up with seven hundred dollars to blow on a thirty minute date with a guy? Where, I want to know! Is she selling drugs or something?" Faith steamed.

Damien looked half amused, "Babe take your hands off your knife."

Faith growled setting her hand on the table, "I bet she's not even a real blonde."

"Up next is Scott McCall, also co captain!" Coach's voice sounded through the gym.

The bidding hadn't gone on for about a minute and Allison was up to eighty dollars when there was the slight sound of tinkling silver ware making him turn. Stiles' eyes widened and he jumped, sputtering when he saw an out of breath Constant and Raleigh sitting casually at the table, "Hey guys, what's up?" The older girl said picking up her water.

"What the hell took you so long?" Faith asked with an edge in her voice.

"Ninety five!" Allison shouted abruptly.

Raleigh cleared her throat, "Constant got a little excited on the way over and we, uh, we had to ditch the car."

"Small town cops ain't got nothing on me." Constant added with a sly smile.

"You outran the cops? What's the matter with you my dad's the Sheriff! And in a dress no less!" Stiles whispered as loudly as possible.

"Magic dress." Raleigh replied quickly.

"Magi-" Stiles started to repeat but surrendered, his life was strange enough he didn't need to go around making it worse.

"Ran being the operative word, plus after a few minutes I think they figured out it was stolen too." Constant shrugged leaning back in her seat.

From the side of the gym Stiles could see his dad in full uniform sweeping the gym slowly, finally he approached the table. "Derek, Stiles." He said greeting the rest of the table with a nod. "You guys haven't seen anyone suspicious have you?"

"One twenty!"

Stiles' mouth hung open for a few seconds, "Uhh, suspicious, no why?"

John shrugged, "I was chasing a black SUV, whoever it was abandoned the car close to the school."

Stiles slunk down into his seat, "Well, dad if I see anything I'll- I'll let you know okay?"

The Sherriff turned to leave and Constant looked straight into his eyes, "Bye, Sherriff!" He spared her a glance and nodded, "Bye." before walking off.

Constant gave the biggest shit eating grin, "Damn, I am so smooth."

Faith swatted the red head's arm, "No you are completely stupid!"

"How am I possibly expected to drive thirty five miles an hour? I mean they might as well cut my feet off and make me run."

Stiles sighed as he watched his father exit the gym.

"I can arrange that." Faith gritted out.

"Hey, where's Jackson?" Raleigh asked.

The table grew awkwardly quiet, only Coach's voice over the speakers filling it. "Sold to the brunette in the back! Congratulations!"

Raleigh looked around the table at the tentative faces, "Guys?"

Stiles was about to blurt out the fact that Jackson had been sold off to some bottle blonde when he saw that her eyes were focused on something directly behind him.

"What. The. Fuck?"

Stiles turned around to see Jackson trying to peel the blonde's hands off of his arm. She was definitely getting a bit fresh with the teen wolf, and Raleigh looked… angry, jealous, what was the right word, oh, livid.

"What, the hell does that bitch think she's doing to my boyfriend?" Raleigh asked through gritted teeth.

Faith sighed, "Just trying to rape her seven hundred dollar date."

"Seven hundred dollars?!"

"Hey guys." Scott said sitting at the empty seat beside Allison, he didn't mind being ignored after he got lip locked.

Stiles winced as he spoke, "Seven hundred and sixty three to be exact."

Raleigh's eyes widened even further, "Where did she get that kind of money, I only brought five hundred. And I thought that was too much!"

Faith slapped the table justly, "That's what I said."

"All right up next is Isaac Lahey; let's start the bidding at fifty dollars."

Stiles piped up, "Maybe she doesn't know he's… taken."

"He's told her," Derek added looking a little bored, "Twice."

Raleigh looked to Faith, "You couldn't grab him for me?"

"What do I look like an ATM machine?" Faith asked digging for her wallet, "Here, go inform stupid that you don't share your toys and give her a refund."

Raleigh took the extra bills, "Can I do that?"

Constant scoffed, "Like I'd let some bitch feel my boy toy up? Yes you can."

Raleigh huffed and got up from the table quickly, Stiles followed her with his eyes.

"Oh, hey curly top's cute. Sixty five!" Constant yelled.

"You can't sleep with him." Stiles heard Faith say casually.

"The hell I can't." Pause. "Hey Derek, what's the age of consent in California?"

Stiles' cheeks heated and he wasn't even looking at Constant. He turned slowly towards Derek taking his eyes off of Raleigh, who had just made it over to Jackson, for a few seconds. His boyfriend was doing his very best to give a very intimidating, 'I'm the Alpha' look but it didn't seem to be working.

"Awkward." Constant whispered not so quietly.

"Sixteen to twenty one is the largest gap they allow." Lydia answered suddenly.

"Eighty five!" The girl shouted, "I can work with that."

"Constant." Faith growled warningly.

"What, it says nineteen on my driver's license."

Faith rolled her eyes, "Your fake driver's license."

"Stop being such a buzz kill." Constant shot back, "One fifteen!"

"One fifteen, going once, twice…"

Suddenly there was a loud crash that snapped the attention of everyone in the gym towards it. Stiles whipped his head around quickly but the only thing he saw was the girl unfortunate enough to have bought Jackson rolling around on the floor with her face in her hands. Jackson was standing off to the side looking like he'd missed the whole thing and Raleigh was holding her hands up innocently in the air.

"Self defense, she started it!" Raleigh shouted as all eyes had converged on her.

There was a heavy silence, although Stiles was pretty sure he could hear a quiet laughing from behind him, but he wasn't sure if it was Constant or Faith.

"Uh, somebody get her an ice pack for her hand, that looks like it hurt." Coach ordered from the stage.

Stiles laughed as someone helped the blonde up and Raleigh and Jackson awkwardly made their way towards the large table.

"Hey, do I get cutie pie or what?" Constant stood up and yelled over the murmuring gym.

"Sold!" Coach said pointing towards the back.

Faith rolled her eyes again, "Constant have you noticed that every time you open your mouth something offending and obscene comes out?"

"It's a talent." Constant winked as Isaac sat down beside her.

By that time Raleigh and Jackson had seated themselves as well and were holding hands.

"So Jackson how do you like having your honor defended?" Damien asked with a smug grin and did nothing but elicit a growl from the werewolf.

"Hey she tried to pull my hair!" Raleigh said in shock, "I didn't know bitches really did that."

Erica grinned slyly, "Welcome to the club."

Stiles could not keep from smiling, for some reason he had an overwhelming feeling of rightness. Here with the pack and these strangers, everything seemed fitting in a way. Everyone was laughing and talking softly, throwing around jokes and warm hearted insults. It seemed so perfect. And then Constant's cell phone rang.

"I'll be right back." She said getting up from the table. No one said a word and continued with their current conversations, Stiles however watched Faith follow Constant's movements away from the table.

He found even though he didn't particularly like the way Faith did things, he was impressed by her need to take care of everyone, to watch over her make shift pack. To never step in until things were no longer manageable. The easy sense of control she carried spread to all the people she encountered.

Stiles saw Constant slip out one of the gym doors and a few seconds later Faith and Raleigh both got text messages. Faith's face barely changed but Raleigh's looked sad, she whipped her head up quickly scanning the entire gym and then slumped back into her chair as Jackson and Lydia fought over whether or not the team was going to regionals again.

Stiles guessed Constant wasn't coming back. And he felt that's how their lives must be, they all met up together when one of them was threatened, fought the bad guy, took five minutes to relax and then it was so long, without even a proper good bye.

He squinted and took a deep breath; Derek even grabbed his hand gently, feeling the teen's sympathy. How sad their lives must be, it wasn't like the pack. Their lives were indeed crazy but they were always together, always relying on each other. They never had to say good bye.

And maybe that was why these strangers never did. After everything they went through, it hurt too much. Stiles was suddenly very grateful for his hectic and stressful life in Beacon Hills and hoped that it would never change.

Faith and Damien stopped their whispering and stood up suddenly, "Well, we're gonna go ahead and leave. Plane's ready."

Raleigh looked up at them with a small brave smile. Stiles could tell the girl wanted to reject but knew that it wasn't her place. And that's what it was all about in their world. Knowing your place and doing what you had to do.

"Have fun." The girl responded quietly and Faith smiled before nodding and wrapping her arm around Damien's bicep.

"And Derek," Faith began with a grin, "If you ever need anything, call me."

Stiles licked his lips and watched the couple walk off nonchalantly, no one even noticed that Coach had snuck up on the table, "Jackson!"

The entire table jumped and for once Stiles was glad he wasn't the only one.

"Coach?" Jackson asked unsure.

"Jackson why didn't you tell me your girlfriend had a wicked right hook? I would have brought my camera." The table had a quiet laugh before Coach Finstock turned serious gripping Jackson's shoulder, "Oh, and if you ever cause a scene at a school event I'll bench your ass for a month." He turned at looked at the very innocent acting Raleigh. "Now all of you get out of my gym, and don't punch anyone else!"

The table quickly cleared out and the pack found themselves in the school parking lot splitting up. Lydia was headed home; Scott and Allison were going… wherever it is that they go to be alone. Stiles, Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Derek were headed back to Derek's house that had just been dubbed, 'the house.' Stiles gave Raleigh and Jackson a long stare before turning and leaving them. They probably needed some alone time.

Raleigh was sure she was beaming at Jackson by the time they made it back to his rental car his parents had gotten him.

"What?" Jackson asked stalling at the car door.

Raleigh shrugged and grabbed her Mate's arm, "Nothing, it's just you and me. Out here alone. Together. I kinda like it."

Jackson smiled and abandoned his grip on the car choosing instead to wrap his arms around Raleigh's waist, "You know what I like?"

Raleigh pretended to think hard before shaking her head.

He leaned closer to her face, "This." Jackson trapped her lips in a slow easy kiss and Raleigh scraped her nails through the short hair at the base of Jackson's neck. She opened her mouth letting his tongue slip with Raleigh's when the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind.

The two pulled apart in a flash and Raleigh turned with her heart in her stomach and her hopes even lower. "What do you want?'

There in front of her, standing ever so casual was Fate. It had been almost a year since Raleigh had actually laid eyes on him, but he was still the same. Wearing a plain suit and shock white hair, and the coldest blue eyes she'd probably ever see.

Fate shrugged uncaring that Jackson had his fangs bared but stayed still otherwise. "It's a happy ending. I just thought I'd come and with the couple a happily ever after."

"You're a fucking liar." Jackson spat.

Raleigh crossed her arms and smiled proudly, "What he said."

Fate rolled his eyes; he obviously had gotten too used to dealing with Faith. "Well, it is a happy ending, that part I didn't lie about. You and your wolf got off scotch free."

"You call everything we've been through in just the past three days getting off scotch free?" Jackson asked incredulously.

Fate raised an eyebrow and gave Raleigh a hard look. The girl scratched the back of her head hesitantly, "Well, no one actually died so…"

"Scotch free." Fate quipped.

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing here. I haven't exactly done anything worthy of a visit from you lately." Raleigh threw back trying to keep her badass, bad enough.

Fate smiled and it sent a shiver through her body, "Everything worked out this time Raleigh. You're welcome by the way. I'm just here to tell you that next time… you're not going to be so lucky."

Jackson almost pushed past Raleigh, "Hey, if you're just going to thre-"

But Raleigh cut him off with a hand to his chest, "Message received." The said coldly, "Now leave."

Fate smiled charmingly and tipped his head before walking off behind a row of cars.

"What the hell was that about?" Jackson asked harshly.

Raleigh leaned into Jackson with a heavy sigh, "Fate, doesn't make threats Jackson. He gives you warnings."

"So, what do we do?" He asked.

Raleigh looked at the pavement; that was a damn good question. Fate had just told her that next time a fight came around something bad was probably going to happen. Bad in the sense of dying people and PTSD out the ying yang. She slipped her hand with Jackson's and squeezed hard. Of course now she had Jackson; her Mate. Someone who would stand beside her no matter what. And she had a Pack. She'd always had friends, but now she had a family. A family she could count on no matter what.

She sighed, someday, she'd have to put that to the test and see just how the Pack fared. Raleigh smiled and turned to Jackson, "Let's go home and have sex."

Jackson narrowed his eyebrows for a second before smiling and opening the rental door for Raleigh. As she slid into the car and watched Jackson quickly run around the car she took a deep calming breath. Raleigh now understood why Constant pushed everything out of her mind. Because when you have people who care about you, and you care about people. Worrying about whether or not you were going to die soon wasn't the way to spend your time.

Jackson jumped into the car it seemed and started it, Raleigh put a hand on his arm halting him. "I love you." She said leaning over to catch him in a kiss.

So no, Fate may throw bad omens at her, and Raleigh's luck may always fall on possible death. But she had Jackson in this very moment and that was enough for ten lifetimes. And she just knew in her heart that it was enough for Jackson too. And that's what it's all about. Everything worked out for once.

"Now hurry up and get us home, I'm going to climb you like a tree!" Raleigh yelled.