Invisible String || Peter Hale

Chapter Two: Karma's A Bitch

"Well done Bunny." Andrea leant forth, pressing a kiss to Harper's temple. Their eyes fell to the boy's once more, a quick glance exchanged before they approached the two.

"Thing One, Thing Two." Harper greeted rather aggressively, the two jumped, spinning to face the Argent's wide eyed. Harper gestured between the two of them, her eyebrows stood raised as she questioned "What the hell did you two idiots do now?"

"Andrea, Harper. What are the both of you doing here?" Stiles questioned.

"We were trailing through the preserve when we noticed the lights, our curiosity got the best of both of us." The lie fell easily, Andrea agreed with the words with a nod of her head.

"Now, back to our question. What on earth are you doing here, and what the hell did you do now?" Andrea's arms folded, eyebrows lifted expectantly before something captured her attention from her peripheral vision.

Peter and Derek were escorted from the Hale home, hands behind their backs, bound by the handcuffs. Peter's ocean eyes locked with the chocolate brow he adores, a brief nod given as indication that both were fine besides the current predicament. Allowing her muscles to relax, Andrea's eyes raked his figure appreciatively, shrugging at the quirked eyebrow she received at the action.

"Seriously? I'm stood right here!" Harper's nose crinkled in disgust, eyes rolling exasperatedly at the sheepish smile she gained from her mother.

"Sorry Harps."

Harper's mouth opened to form a response, though before a word could fall, Stiles grasped both Argent's wrists and guided them in the direction of the police car, making their eyes widen. "I'm going to kill you!" Andrea hissed as Stiles pushed both herself and Harper in the vehicle.

"Hi." Harper's lips were glued in an smile, waving at the men. Peter's lips upturned, though still evidently irritated with the current situation.

"Daddy's girl." Andrea muttered beneath her breath, tucking the brunette strands behind her ear as a aweing smile grew.

"Like you're not." Harper's words drew a hum of agreement from Andrea, both ignoring the words Stiles was uttering to the Hale men.

"Well it's truly not that difficult when my egg donor despises me and wishes me dead." Andrea's lips were tucked tight to her teeth, giving a nonchalant shrug as the memories plagued her mind "Hell, she actually killed me."

"Fair enough." Harper spoke after a moment, nodding her head briefly as the Hale men's eyes flickered to them, perplexed and disturbed expressions fell to their faces at the complete nonchalance at the subject.

"They're so strange." Peter murmured, eyes falling closed as he rested his head against the headrest.

"Well, they're your daughter and future wife." Derek gave a weak shrug, stoic expression not matching the mischievous eyes.

Peter slowly turned to the younger man, playful glare settled in his direction "I will kick you."

"No, you won't." Derek was aware the man could never harm him, a smirk took his lips as he continued "Besides, if you did, Rea would kill you."

"Erm, hello. I was speaking to the both of you" Stiles interrupted with an irritable expression, his finger flickered between the Hale men, though he shrunk back at the scathing glares that settled upon him "Erm, heh. Maybe not."

The door was ripped open, a hand grabbing Stiles' arm. The Stilinski reached for Harper's arm, tugging her along with him, earning a glare from the cuffed father. Harper grasped her mother's hand, the three of them toppling out of the vehicle.