** COMPLETED **
It's been years since the fire that killed most of her family, but Amara Hale has been able to move on as much as she can. But it seems like the past always has to come back at some point. Some times the past can come back slowly...
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Chapter Seventy-Three 🌒 Codominance 🌘
Amara and Stiles stand around in the garage of the McCall House late at night, where Stiles is in the middle of repairing his Jeep while Amara holds a flashlight for him. Stiles leans over the open hood of the jeep and pulls out a tangle of wires making him look over at Amara with pursed lips as she raised her cocked an eyebrow at him.
After a moment, he shrugs and reaches back in to pull out a large, rusty cylinder of some kind, which he also sets aside with the wires. Amara's jaw dropped slightly as she watched him grab a wrench before reaching in to tighten a bolt. "I don't think you know what your doing." Amara said and Stiles making look at her, "Of course I do." He said making her raise her eyebrows and look at him crazy.
"Dude, you just pulled out the alternator and some random wires like it's nothing." She said and he glanced at the thing he just pulled out, "So that's what that is." He said making her look at him in disbelief. "Oh my god." She muttered as she pinched the bridge of her nose while Scott walked into the garage.
"So, what did Liam want?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed, "To help." He said and Amara glanced at him with raised eyebrows. "You gonna let him?" She asked and he thought about it for a moment before answering, "Eventually, I guess..."
"Okay, but shouldn't he be a little higher on your priority list right now? I mean, since he's the only other actual werewolf? Your only actual Beta?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed and slightly shook his head, "You didn't see the way he came at me. You didn't see the look in his eyes..." Scott said as they watched Stiles work on the jeep.
"Well, I've been with you on a full moon, so I've seen that look. You want to get the band back together, Scott? You don't leave out the drummer." Stiles said and Scott sighs, frustratingly but knows Stiles is right. "Try it." Stiles said, glancing at Amara who nodded and climbed into the driver seat before turning the key in the ignition, causing the Jeeps engine to roar as it successfully turns on.
"Success, yes!"
Amara chuckled and was about to climb into the back seat but paused slightly as Scott climbed into the passenger seat. He went to put in the back seat but then noticed what made Amara pause. A few large bottles of oil sat in the backseat making Amara and Scott look at Stiles who looked at the bottles with pursed lips.
"There's a minor leak." Stiles says as he holds up his hand and pinches his index finger and thumb together in emphasis, "Very minor." He said making Amara squint at him. "This jeep with kill us." She said and he just smiled sheepishly at her. Scott and Amara glanced at each other warily before she sighed and climbed into the back seat, sitting next to the bottles.
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Scott's in the middle of reading a book about damnatio memoriae while Stiles drives the Jeep and Amara has her back against the side of the jeep with her feet up on the seat whilst she watched the horizon pass by. Stiles let's out a deep breath and wipes a bead of sweat off of his brow, and Scott sighs deeply, making it clear that the heat is starting to get to them both. Amara on the other hand seems to not even feel the heat, it probably just felt normal to her.
