It was quiet in the car. It had been for the past few hours.

"Damn roads…driving on the wrong side." Harry muttered, gripping the steering wheel as another car drove by. Alright, so it wasn't completely quiet. Harry would break the silence from time to time to talk to himself. Or Remus, when he was up for talking.

Remus looked at Harry, "You've been driving for 6 hours, Harry. Shouldn't you have a better grasp of driving on the right side of the road?" There was a small quirk of a smile on Remus's lips.

He's having a good day, Harry thought, "Well when you drive these long country roads, it can be easy to forget that they laws of the road are different on this side of the pond."

To be fair, Harry hadn't done much driving, period, being a wizard and all. He much preferred broom or, when absolutely necessary, Floo or Portkey. There was always Apparition, but that only worked for places he had already been to. And neither Harry nor Remus had gone this far west. But after the war, it seemed like a good time to make the journey.

The war had been rough on everyone, no one went unscathed. It had been a miracle that Remus had only been comatose and not dead as originally thought. The same couldn't be said for Tonks. As guilty as it made Harry feel, he was glad it was Remus that had lived. Teddy needed his father.

But Remus was still a grieving widower and single father, and a werewolf at that. The Ministry of Magic already made suggestions that Remus was not a suitable father because of his "condition," which made Harry's blood boil. The British Ministry of Magic was still in need of a serious overhaul, and it was going to take time.

It was Sirius that had suggested Harry and Remus head to the US. It was still unreal to Harry that Sirius had turned up in the Department of Mysteries three days after the war, muttering something about the veil holding him "as collateral" until Harry delivered Voldemort's soul to Death. Being Master of Death had its perks, apparently.

Remus had taken Sirius's "resurrection" worse than Harry had thought. It wasn't until the werewolf confessed that he and Sirius had been lovers that he understood. Remus had gotten married and had a child during the years Sirius was dead; he thought he had betrayed his lover. But Sirius had surprised them both, loving Teddy like he was his own and telling Remus that "if you had to marry any girl, I'm glad it was Tonks."

When the Ministry began to suggest they might take Teddy from Remus, Sirius had begun looking for places that were more "werewolf friendly."

Which was why they were in the US, specifically California.

"So you think this place will be welcoming?" Remus asked quietly, trying not to wake Teddy in the back seat.

"I don't see why not, Sirius has been there for a month. He says it's a pretty relaxed place, even if it is a ways away from the nearest magical community." Harry chuckled, "Shame he couldn't have built a Floo connection or something, could have saved a lot of time."

Remus smiled softly, "I don't mind driving, it can be soothing to do things without magic."

Harry nodded. There was nothing wrong with doing things the muggle way. He liked being able to be independent from magic when he wanted to, "There it is…"

There was a glimmer, of hope perhaps, in the werewolf's eyes as they passed the town sign.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills"

Sirius was waiting for them at the auto shop where he had gotten a job as a mechanic. Harry could tell because of the motorbike he parked next to.

"Finally!" Harry got out of the car, stretching his legs, "I forgot what walking felt like!" He took the opportunity to look around the rural town. It certainly wasn't London, it wasn't even Surrey. There were certainly more trees than houses in the surrounding area. It made sense that this would be a good area for werewolves. Harry hoped, for Remus's sake, that this would be a good place for him to settle.

Remus was getting Teddy out of his carseat, "You could have stopped, Harry. No need to drive for 6 hours straight." Already, the werewolf was perking up. Now that he was away from the politics and war back in the UK, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. There was still a haunted look to him (Harry knew he probably had it too), but it was getting better.

"Nah, best to get it all done at once." Harry shrugged as Sirius came out of the auto shop.

The animagus, Harry noted, was fully assimilated to life as a mechanic. He was covered in grease and sweat, his clothes were a mess…and he never looked happier. Seeing Remus only made his grin wider, "Moony!"

Remus, to his credit, didn't grimace too much when Sirius game him a sweaty, grimy hug and kiss. He might have even smiled a bit as he shifted Teddy to his clean arm, "I see you're enjoying yourself here."

Sirius gave them both a lopsided grin, "You bet. I got us a nice place, there's a nice school, the people are-"

"Nice?" Harry asked, avoiding a hug from his greasy godfather.

"Good to see you have a sense of humor, Harry." Sirius chuckled, ruffling Teddy's hair. The toddler squealed happily at the gesture, "But I'll fill you in on the other stuff after my shift. You mind doing some errands for me?"

"Can't you ever take care of yourself?" Remus shook his head. There was no bite behind his words, of course, especially since Remus was still holding on to Sirius's free hand. "What do you need us to do?"

Sirius smiled, removing his hand from Teddy's head to dig through the pockets of his coverall. "I got a grocery list."

"Sounds good," Harry chuckled, "You got money?"

"Lord of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, and you ask if I've got money…" The animagus shook his head, adding a few bills on top of the grocery list. "You still got the address I gave you?"

The werewolf nodded, tucking the bills and list into his pocket. Teddy was, by now, perking up from his nap in the car. Thankfully, Remus had the foresight to put a glamour on him, otherwise they might have a Technicolor toddler to explain to their new neighbors. So for now, a brown-haired Teddy was reaching for Sirius happily.

Surprisingly, Sirius knew better than to take Teddy while he was covered in grease, "I locked the door…but I doubt it will take you much to get in."

Harry chuckled, "Yeah yeah, we got it. Buy your food, break into your house, sounds about right."

Sirius just grinned.

"Did I miss a memo about a British Invasion?"

Scott looked up from his homework to see Stiles running through the living room of the remodeled Hale house. Not even a "Hello." If the others noticed Stiles's entrance, they weren't paying him any mind. Jackson and Danny were working on an assignment for English or something, Scott wasn't exactly sure; though he was sure he might have spied the two holding hands. Derek and Isaac were in the basement training, but no doubt they had heard Stiles come in. Or smelled him. As for Lydia and Peter...well, Scott didn't want to think about what those two were up to. He was just glad they were out of the house while they were doing it.

"I'm sorry, what?" Scott raised an eyebrow, "And nice to see you too."

Stiles shrugged, sitting on Scott's bed, "Are you actually doing Harris's homework?"

This caused Scott to roll his eyes, "I would like to not fail Chemistry, thank you very much." He looked back at Stiles, "Now what were you saying about the British?"

"Oh, right!" Stiles grinned, "So you know the mechanic?"

"Which one? The British one?"

"No, the boring one. Of course the British one, you dumbass." Stilles rolled his eyes. Scott could see Jackson smirking out of the corner of his eye, "Apparently he brought some family or something."

"Family?" Scott raised an eyebrow, shutting his Chemistry book. No sense trying to do homework now.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I went to pick up my car, and he was out front talking to some other guys. Well, two guys and a baby. One of them looked about our age, but the other one was older, like maybe Peter's age. The baby was probably his. I think he's actually gay."

"The baby?"

At this, Danny looked up from his homework to glare at Scott. It was a definite "How the hell haven't you gotten yourself killed already?" look.

"No Scott, the older guy." Stiles rolled his eyes, "He and the mechanic hugged and kissed."

Scott shook his head, "Could be a British thing."

"Definitely not." Jackson muttered, "British people aren't very touchy feely. You're thinking of the French."

The room got quiet for a moment while the teens looked at Jackson. Jackson finally looked up from his work, "What? Just because you guys can't study abroad doesn't mean I am going to waste the opportunity."

"Alright, so they're gay, but more importantly, why is this important?" Danny raised an eyebrow, watching Stiles.

Stiles gripped the strap of his backpack tight, "Them being gay isn't what's important, ok guy? Focus. The point is that there are strange people moving in."

Scott rubbed his temples, "Stiles…"

"Scott, when have newcomers to Beacon Hill ever been a good thing?"

"He's got a point," Danny mumbled, "Whenever someone moves into town, shit tends to go down, especially supernatural shit."

"Allison was new a while ago." Scott mentioned.

"Yeah, and her family are all hunters, and she brought her psycho aunt into town." Jackson smirked, "You sure know how to pick them, McCall."

"And don't even get me started on Gerard." Stiles added.

"You don't have to talk about Gerard…" Scott grimaced, "I get your point…so we should tell Derek."

"Tell me what?"

The boys looked up to see Derek and Isaac, fresh from a round of training. Isaac's hair was weighed down by sweat, while the Alpha looked unfazed. Scott noticed he was, once again, without his shirt. And, from the look on Stiles's face, he noticed too.

"That new mechanic has brought family."

Derek was wearing a glare that clearly told Scott that he had heard Stiles's suspicion before. "What did they look like?" He growled, walking to the kitchen.

"Well, um, there was a guy around Peter's age I guess; he had scars on his face. He was carrying a baby-"

"I think we can assume the baby isn't a threat." The Alpha was surly this afternoon, Scot noticed, "Anything else?"

Stiles watched as Derek grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch, "Well there was a third guy about our age…"

"Did they at all look like hunters?"

"Well, no, but…"

Derek sent Stiles his "Shut the hell up" glare, taking a swig of beer, "So we have three British men and a baby in Beacon Hills…somehow, I think the pack will be able to handle them if they end up being a threat."

"Can someone please take me seriously for like two seconds?" Stiles growled. Well, Scott thought it was the closest Stiles would get to growling until he took the Bite. If he took the Bite, of course. "I'm not saying they're a threat, I just want us to be a little more careful for a few days? Maybe not wolf out every time we get pissed about a foul at lacrosse games."

"Hey, that asshole was clearly out of line!"

"Shut up Jackson." Derek growled, "Do you know where these guys are?"

Stiles nodded, "At the grocery store."

This earned a grunt from the Alpha, "Lahey, McCall, check it out."

Isaac let out a low whine, "I reek! Can't I at least-"

"No."

Scott sighed. No use arguing with the Alpha, at least not anymore. Why did he think he was ever going to get a chance to do something as normal as homework? He resigned himself to a life of being a freak as he got up. Time to go spy on a few foreign neighbors.

Fun.