A/N: Alright, so Show Me Your Teeth is the first to have a make over! Woo, I finally have some time to myself so I'm making the most of it.

Show me your Teeth!

Who the hell invented alarm clocks?

Something startles me from my dreams, my eyes pinging open and I fling myself from out of the bed, landing on my hands and knees in shock. Breathing heavily I look around confused for a moment, only to fall back a into a cross-legged position as my ears finally register what has woken me up. My damn alarm. Which continues to blare out the shrill ringing noise until I scramble up over my bed to switch it off. Now believe me, I'm not a morning person. I'm far from it but as much as I'd like to stay in bed all day, I could be doing some better with my time. Especially today. My father taught me that when I was younger, he would say if I was still in bed at ten o'clock in the morning, then half of the day has already gone by.

However, his words didn't have any real command to them, not now, now that he's gone.

He passed away eight months ago after battling lung cancer for nearly nine months. I had sunk into a depression, quite my job, ignored my family and friends and pretty much dropped off the radar as my own health deteriorated from the loss. He was, still is my rock. My father, big brother and best friend all rolled into one. There is no describing the relationship that we had but you could just tell how much we meant to each other. I can only assume we made this close quirky relationship after my sister immigrated to America sixteen years ago. Unfortunately we had just recovered from losing my mother to a blood clot on the brain, of course at the time we were shocked when my sister dropped the bomb shell. She was only twenty one and I myself was only seven, big age gap I know. Let's just say that I was an unexpected surprise.

It was three weeks after my father's funeral that my sister came back over and found me in the state that I was. She took care of me but even she knew that living in the family home, where I was constantly reminded of his image, wasn't the best way for me, for us to heal. I'm still not too sure how she did it but she managed to get a Doctor to approve and sign me off his list so I could immigrate to America with her. I barely remember the whole transition from being a citizen of the U.K to one of the U.S. Nor the packing and moving of all of my belongings or the flights over at that but either way, I'm a long way from my original home. A long way away from my dad.

Sighing to myself, I lean back against the headboard as I blink away the sleep, finally noticing the time on my clock. 6:30. Fiddling with the loose threads of the duvet sheet, I listen for the pitter patter of little feet and right on cue the handle on my door jiggles a little and a tiny tot with a head full of messy blonde curls pokes her head through the doorway.

"Addy?" I hear her voice whisper my name incorrectly and I can't help but chuckle a little. When I first moved out here, she found it hard to pronounce my name: Madison but picked up on my sister's nickname of Maddy except she couldn't quite get the hang of that and so called me Auntie Addy. She's the only thing I will wake up early for.

"Hey cheeky chops." I whisper back into the dimly lit room and she giggles, her small eyes trying to find me as she hangs onto the door handle, in her my little pony pyjamas. Leaning over, I pinch the strings and wiggle the blinds open enough for her to see me and she all but pounces onto the bed, latching onto my bare legs with her best death grip. She stares up at me for a moment with a toothy grin before it turns into a pout. "What's that face for huh?" I murmur quietly, not quite sure if my sister and brother-in-law are awake yet, as I move a few stray curls from off of her face.

Lying in is their privilege now, seeing as Evie loves her Auntie Addy so much. Not that I'm complaining, she's the only one that keeps me going on bad days. My little ray of sunshine showing me the way out of the darkness.

"Mommy says you have to go today." She whimpers and I pull her into my arms, wrestling her tight grip off of my legs first.

"I'm not going far sweetie, just to the police station, I'll be coming straight back."

"But why? You didn't do anything bad did you?" She attempts to look at me with a stern expression, even crosses her little arms to make her look grown up and intimidating and I try not to laugh at her actions because God knows she's got one hell of a temper and if she thinks you're making fun of her, you'll sharp know about that temper.

"No sweetie. I just have to talk to the Sheriff about something." I chuckle as she doesn't seem convinced. "You know how your daddy has that big important job right?" She nods for a moment.

"Mommy says he decides which people are good and bad." I nod at her, my heart warming as her little face scrunches up in concentration.

"That's right he does, he's a Judge. That means he and some other important people, have to decide on whether a person has done something bad or not and if they have, they have to decide on whether they have to go to the really bad place called a prison for doing a bad thing. Does that make sense?" I try to make it as simple as possible for her five year old brain to understand but she's a bright little button

"Yeah!" She exclaims and I shush her to be quiet. "Yeah." She says again in a whisper, grinning but her face furrows." But what does that have to do with Daddy and the Sheriff?" Curious little thing she is, she never misses a beat.

"Well sometimes, if the Sheriff and his team, you know them, the police officers, sorry I mean Deputies?" She nods. "Well if they catch the bad, person sometimes they have to help prove that the bad person has done something wrong. So your daddy can decide whether the bad person has to go to prison. Your daddy and the Sheriff are friends as well. And because your daddy is good at judging people, he sort of helped Auntie Addy out a bit." I tell her and she looks confused, curious but confused.

"How? What did he do?" She asks as she pulls a few strands of my hair.

"He asked if the Sheriff would meet me and see if he would like for me to help catch the bad people just like I used to do before I came here, to live with you and your mommy and daddy."

"Really?" She says excitedly and almost pulls a few strands of my hair out as it gets caught in her hands as she waves them excitedly.

"Really, really." She squeals with excitement and the sound echoes throughout the house and I hear the soft grumbling moans from the other rooms. She doesn't of course and I listen to her nonsense babbling about her dreams last night as I hear the rest of the household wake up. Heavier footsteps pad along the landing to my room and my sisters tired face peaks through the door, her eyes squinting from the rising sunlight creeping through my blinds.

"Morning sis." She murmurs as she rubs at her face.

"Mummy!" Evie sings and unscrambles herself from my grasp before leaping from my bed, making my heart leap into my throat, as she runs full tilt to her mum. Who barely has time to brace herself against the five year old and she lets out a gasp in surprise.

"Good Morning Evie love." She laughs as she picks Evie up. "What are you doing in here so early?"

"I heard a noise from Auntie Addy's room."

"Oh really."

"Yeah but I didn't know what it was so I came to find out."

"Hmm." Lisa stares her daughter down for a few seconds, not convinced at all, knowing that the first thing Evie does in the mornings now is to come and wake me up. "Well, Auntie Addy has a very busy day today" Evie nods in agreement, looking up at her mother with wide eyes, looking oh so innocent. " So how about you help Mummy make breakfast for everyone and then we can take Auntie Addy to the Police Station before we take you to school."

"Can we Mummy? Come on, lets go." Evie wriggles in her mums grasp to be free and Lisa gently lets her down only to be yanked by the arm and spun around. She looks back with an expression that has a chuckle escaping my lips as she's pulled from sight. I hear another set of feet against the hard wood flooring and my brother-in-law Craig stops by the open door, head full of messy brown curls and his face imprinted with creases from his pillow.

"What did I miss?" He says sleepily as he leans against the door frame, partially waking himself up by rubbing a hand over his face as he listens to his daughters voice travelling up the stairs from the kitchen. He listens intently for a moment before sniggering to himself.

"Just Evie being her normal morning self." He hums in agreement with a smile on his face.

"How're you feeling hun?" I knew it was a double standard. Implying how I feel about my job interview today and how I feel in general. I had only been written off anti-depressants last month and I'm still prone to good days and bad days. But then so is everybody else.

"Alright, a little nervous." I say quietly, pulling at the cuffs of my sleeve. "I don't think I'm cut out for this, I've only just started leaving the house Craig, I get so far before I have a panic attack and turn myself back around. What if I freeze up and someone gets hurt. I haven't been completely oblivious to all the mysterious animal attacks whilst I've been here. What if-" He cuts me off as I start to ramble myself into a panic.

"You can't live your life on 'What if's' Madison. I know that this is a long shot and a big step for you. But you need this. If today goes well, it'll be a starting point. Don't forget there's a process to go through before they even allow you onto the force. So it could be a couple of weeks yet before you get an official case or a call out. And even then you'll have someone with you, all rookie's do in their first year. And that's after if you pass the physical and psych checks, it takes time."

"And time is all I need." He nods.

"You've overcome so much since you've been here, yes there's been a lot of bad things that's happened in this town but maybe you can bring the good back into it. We're not asking for a miracle here Madison, we're living in hope that everything goes well, yes but you said it yourself, the two years you worked as PC Madison Russell, happened to be the most thrilling years of your life."

"They were." I murmur in agreement.

"Then lets change that so the following years can be the best. We're asking you to try Mads." I nod briefly at his words, knowing he speaks wisely.

"Try, try and try again right?" I say and he smiles in response.

"Get dressed, I'm sure Evie will be back up to drag you down for breakfast soon. You'll need a hearty breakfast to get you through today." He raps his knuckles against the door frame before pushing himself off of the frame and shutting the door to give me some privacy as I collect my thoughts.

Am I cut out for this?

Prep talking myself mentally, I pull myself from off of the bed and move to my closet wardrobe which has the my outfit for today's interview hanging on it. My sister has picked everything out. A grey pair of ponté textured tapered trousers, an ecru sleeveless shell top with a pink check pocket blazer. And finishing the whole piece, a pair of nude patent cleated tassel loafers. If the more technical terms for each item of clothing and shoes makes sense then please explain it to me because all I see is a pair of grey trousers, a white top, a check jacket and a pair of weird looking shoes. That's my sister's head designers eagle eyes coming into play that I have to thank for. I begin dressing, making myself look smart and presentable, for the first time in months.

"It's actually not that bad." I murmur to myself as I look in the full length mirror, it's smart, casual and surprisingly super comfy. Moving to the dressing table I begin my make-up. I know you're all probably thinking that I should've done my hair and make-up first but my make-up is pretty basic and my hair had a mind of its own. You see my depression has caused a lot of changes to happen over the past couple of months. It had gotten so bad at one point that I had stayed in bed for such a long period of time that I had sores all over my back and my hair became matted that much I've had to cut it pretty much all off. Mind, I owe my thanks to Gemma, my sister's friend who happens to be a hairdresser, for my new hair do that has made me feel a bit better in myself.

"Where's my mascara gone now?" Evie has come to that stage where she likes to pretend to be like myself and her mum and put on make-up. Not the kiddie make-up you can buy at any store, no, she likes to use Auntie Addy's and mummy's make-up. I'm not saying either of us go out and buy super expensive brands of make-up but for the likes of Rimmel London, or Maybelline or No7 they still happen to be a little bit on the expensive side when you're having to go out and buy a new bottle just about every week. I felt sorry for my sister at times but then other times, when Evie brings a smile to my face, I feel happy and proud for her.

Anyways, finding the mascara tube tucked at the very back of my make-up bag, the brush a little crooked but still in tack, I lightly coat my lashes. My make-up I wear accentuates the natural beauty, at least that's what Lisa keeps telling me. She says I can go out with natural, nude tones to my make-up and look amazing. She can't wait for the day I'm ready to go out and hit the town, or get ready for a date and just want to experiment more for my own sake. One step at a time. Feeling satisfied I ponder on what to do with my hair, in its new state. My baby blond hair used to cascade down my back in soft waves, like a waterfall. At the longest point it was roughly twenty eight inches long. I could never bring myself to cut it properly, purely because my hair used to be my personal scarf in the Winter months, everyone used to laugh but at least I was warm! So when the day came and Gemma told me she couldn't save all of it, I finally agreed to cut it. I just wasn't expecting the length to be so short, now almost twelve inches long, the ends tickle my shoulders in a graduated long bob.

"You can do this Mads, Dad wouldn't want you to live this way." I tell myself somewhat happy that my reflection, isn't something reminiscent to the White Walkers looking back at me. My eyes aren't their usual crystal blue, they're just a dull blue now. Shaking myself from my thoughts, I twirl a few wisps of my hair between my fingers a little and smile. After Gemma had saved as much as she could, she told me there was almost eight inches of hair she'd cut off that was still in good condition and if I allowed it, she was going to send it to the 'Make-A-Wish' foundation. Knowing that what was left of my hair was probably going to make a young girl's, boy's or even a woman or man's day, I agreed. But I felt that there was something still missing.

Flashback

Gemma begins handling the saved hair with as much care as she had cut it with, which was with extreme care by looking at my reflection in the mirror I'm watching her from. I see my sister staring at me with tears in her eyes. My hair was not just my crowning glory or a symbol of my youth but it was also hers, I remembers the days where she used to braid them. Tie ribbons or clip beads into it, those were the days when we were carefree and were closest with each other, when everything was perfect. Cutting my hair was like cutting ties with our past, to our lives back home in England because technically there was no-one left there now. The tears fall and I move my gaze, knowing she's hurting just as much as me, staring in the mirror I assess the new length of my hair as it begins to air dry. All of Gemma's hard work and patience paying of as I feel a bit of weight lifted off of my shoulders but not enough.

"Gemma?" I call for her once she finishes bagging the cut hair.

"Yeah hon?" I play with my hair for a bit, teasing my fingers through the strands and shifting it to different places as picture forms in my head.

"It's not enough." I tell her and she looks confused for a moment and walks over, standing behind me she too runs her hands through my hair instead, she critically assesses it.

"Not enough? You make it any shorter hon and you'll be just like P!NK." I smile for a moment, mentally picturing myself after my favourite singer.

"No, I meant cutting my hair isn't enough. It needs something else, a colour maybe?" She cottons on to my thinking and moves to grab one of the latest Elle magazines and begins flicking through it. Lisa comes to stand behind me, one hand on my shoulder whilst the other runs through my hair, her touch soothing, just like its always been. But I can see she's tired, we've been here since six this morning and its almost quarter 6 now in the evening. She needs to get back home for Evie and Craig.

"Why don't you go home Lees, you've been here long enough." I tell her softly. She looks at me in the mirror and smiles.

"Not until you're happy Mads. Until you feel that weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Then we'll go home, Craig's got Evie. They'll be fine without me, its you who needs me right now." She kisses my hair and I clasp my hand onto the one she's got on my shoulder and feel her strength. The emotion and the physical.

"What about changing to something like this? You'll still be a blonde but its a more warmer, darker coloured blonde on the top and then we can bailage into a lighter blonde for a more sun-kissed natural effect unless you want to go for a different colour completely?" She shows me the image and my eyes light up at the style and colour but still somethings missing.

"What about creating something different completely, start with a dark colour. Like say.." Lisa lends a helping hand by grabbing a colour chart for all colours shades and begins assessing each colour with new found determination. She stops on one and pulls the colour off of the chart to show us properly, placing it against my roots on my parting line. "Its a honeyed blonde, its dark but in certain lights its picks up lighter tones but then we bayalage it with another colour, almost fade it out completely. Not quite an ombré effect because we won't be touching every single strand of hair with the other colour." She says and goes back to her chart, Gemma gently places the colour patch in my hand as she chuckles at Lisa's ambitiousness.

"We need something that's going to really set off this new style, something that's going to bring back that spunky sister of mine. Show everyone how edgy you are, hard as rocks but still a big softy." I chuckle as she really gets into her search.

"What about taking something from P!NK, she's had a fair few different hair styles and colours over the years. But short and blonde has been her thing for the past two years or so. Miley Cyrus, Scarlett Johanason and even Katy Perry have all taken a page from her book and gone for shorter and blonder." I say, more as an after thought as they both look at me with calculating eyes and I shrink in my seat a little. Gemma's eyes move back to the magazines on the table and then back to my hair and the colour patch in my hand before a lightbulb goes off in her head and she darts over to the table, picking out a specific magazine and flicking to the right page almost instantly.

"Something like this?" I immediately zero in on the image of P!NK, rocking her usual look at an awards ceremony I think. Her hair on point and the colour amazes me, you can see hints of grey, platinum blonde, light blue and even some purple. "The colour she has on is Opalescent Blonde, also known as the Mother-of-Pearl because as you can see, it looks one colour but if you have a closer look at it or change the light against it, it changes colour. It'll look amazing if it all works together but it just means you'll have to wash it with a specific shampoo and conditioner so the colour will last and also protect your hair." I look at the colour in the magazine and then the colour in my hand. It felt right, it felt enough.

"Lets do it!" I say excitedly, smiling properly for the first time in months. Feeling hopefully. It takes another six hours before Lisa and I finally walk through the door to her home, almost collapsing onto the sofa. A cup of tea in our hands and two foot long subways between us. We do our usual thing, she gets half of my steak and cheese sub whilst she gives me half of her chicken tikka.

"It looks great Mads, you look so grown up. I love it." She says around a mouthful of chicken and I blossom under her approval of my new look. "I know what I'm about to say is totally cliché and cheesy but I believe its true, you've got a new start, new look and maybe soon a new life. I'm not asking you to forget but you need to get back out there. Granted I'm not asking you to go out there and rock this new look for a guy, I'm asking you to do it for yourself. Dad wouldn't have wanted you to close yourself off the way you already have."

"I know, I'm going to start looking for a job. I'm not too fussed what, I've worked in clothing and grocery stores. I've been a waitress, seamstress and barista. I've even done a bit of cleaning and caring. I've got quite the CV, I've been working since I was twelve, that paper round started me out pretty well."

"Maybe you could go back to being a Police Officer again? I know it's still early days but you loved working as an officer. You spent two years doing it, that's the job you're most familiar with. It might be worth something to look into."

"I wouldn't even know where to start Lees." Little did I know, the only person in the house who did, just so happened to be standing at the top of the stairs on the landing. He had heard us come in on his way back to the bedroom after a bathroom break and was just turning around to ask how we were when he heard the conversation, which sparked a idea in his mind. Later on in that morning, he phoned me from his work and told me he had managed to talk to my old Boss, Sergant Steven Anderson. Andy for short, had been my squad leader, I was a dog handler. And asked for several references and all the legal documents and qualifications in my name that I had left behind. Andy handled and organised every case that came onto his desk for our unit, sending us out with our dogs, each case varying and specifically picked for our dogs. Mine, was a German Shepherd. He was jet black, save around his eyes which were brown. He was like a big ole bear, a big ole teddy bear if that but loyal to a fault and an excellent response dog. Someone who I missed dearly.

Which brings us to now.

End of Flashback

I feel humbled by Gemma's offer and I even got to meet the little girl who now has a head full of baby blonde thanks to my donation. Tears were cried, hearts were broken further but pieces were picked back up and mended and put back where they belonged, stronger than before.

"You can do this Mads." I tell myself again as I brush out the little knots and straighten area's that have a mind of its own to a make it look like an blow dried wave effect. The whole thing makes me look older, not just physically but mentally as well. Mature. That I'm a fighter. My eyes regain that little spark for a moment and I smile at my reflection, hopefully, when another face appears in the mirror too.

"Auntie Addy!" Evie scowls at me from the doorway, hands on her hips and she stares crossly at me. "I've been standing here for ages, shouting for you, Daddy's going to eat all of your breakfast if you don't hurry up. Honestly." She sasses me at the end and walks away, well stomps anyway. I stare bewildered for a moment before chuckling. Eyeing myself one last time, I smile somewhat satisfied and get up, leaving my room with my phone and hand bag, I head down the stairs, following the smell of a hearty breakfast that awaits me. I hope, I wouldn't put it passed Craig to actually start eating my serving.

Sitting at the breakfast table, I see three faces smiling approvingly and encouragingly at me. Seating myself down in between Craig and Lisa, I feel a sense of security as Craig smirks at me. Silently telling me he's stolen food from my plate but also wishing me luck. Lisa, I can see has tears already in her eyes and has to look away as she eats but I know she's happy and proud. I tuck into whats left of my breakfast before everyone else does a mad dash to get ready for their days at work and school and before I know it, Craig is handing me a brown envelope.

"Everything's there, I've triple checked and checked again. You just have to hand it over and be your usual self. At least as close to that as you can comfortably make it for yourself."

"Craig, you know I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. Not just this but opening your home to me, keeping me here all this time, feeding me. I feel as if I owe you a lifetime of gratitude and debt."

"You owe me nothing Mads, you're family. Whether you've spent that last eight months here or not, you've been my sister for going on eighteen years now. If you hurt, so do I. The only person you owe a debt to is yourself and your starting to clear that debt by going to see the Sheriff today." He comes forward and kisses my head, reminding me soo much of the many times my father did the same move of comfort but this time instead of the heartwrenching hole widening, I feel it bloom with warmth and comfort as it closes just a little. "You ring me as soon as you're out of there okay. I want to know the moment you do!" He tells me as he rushes to the door, grabbing his keys, coat and briefcase as he goes.

"Will do." He's out the door as soon as the words leave my mouth just as Evie comes bounding down the stairs with my sister, who looks flushed as Evie ushers us out of the door.

"Come on, we can't be late." Its only quarter to eight. We live a good half an hour away from the school but Evie goes to a breakfast club first, who then take her around for classes starting and half eight so Lisa can be at work for 9. My interview ins't until nine but I wanted to be there a bit early so I could see the station and staff for myself properly rather than just in a passing glance.

"Okay sweetie, we're coming." I say as I lock the front door behind me, usually at this point I start panicking, not full blown but shortness of breathe and super conscious of everything and everyone around me, now, I hold my head up high and strut to the car with confidence. My chest filled with hope.

A/N: WOOOOOO! New chapter, new chapter! So obviously a few things have changed, those of you who have read the old version Show me your teeth will notice straight away the storyline has changed a lot. I'm bringing us in on Season 3, specifically around the time with Void Stiles and the Oni. I'm excited about this.

So please leave a review... You know, I like feedback and its also my birthday today. As of now it is almost midnight which means I've spent a full day as a twenty four year old. Pretty much stuffed my face with food the entire day. Went for a meal, had a few drinks, had a laugh with friends and family. Came home, drank and ate some more. Haha.

So really the least you could do is wish me a happy birthday, at least for writing a new chapter and posting on my birthday.

I'm not guilt tripping anyone so lets stay cool but either way, itd be cool to hear from you all.

Peace out!