The Shining ¥ Teen Wolf

By AintThatDevine

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Winnie Jones never asked for what she painted or drew in the brief blackout spells that a shining within gave... More

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By AintThatDevine

    Winnie tilted her chin, adding a drawing of Erica Reyes in a hospital gown with Derek touching her to the Beacon Hills timeline.

She'd done one better and had hidden it so it was out of sight. Behind all of her clothes in her closet, the drawings all stuck to the inner wall. She wasn't expecting anyone to come over, but if they did, that was the very last thing she wanted anyone to see.

It would get her sent to an insane asylum in a flash.

Winnie slid her clothes back into place, covering up the evidence of her insanity. She shook her head, pushing at her hair as she wished she wasn't involved in all of the nonsense.

"Winnie, I'm home," Aaron called through the house, the door shutting behind him.

"In my room," she called back, moving away from her closet.

Given a minute, Aaron found his daughter at her desk on her laptop. He glanced around, "Where'd it all go?"

"I decided it would be best to burn it," Winnie lied, turning around in her chair. "It was freaking me out a little too much."

"Okay then." He nodded, believing her easily. "Well, I'll run out and grab a dessert. Do you want to meet me at the Argents?" He began to leave, "Address is texted to you. See you in a bit."

Winnie stood up, her mouth half open in an attempt to reply. She lifted a hand only to drop it to her side. "Yeah, okay Dad." She sighed, shaking her head as she went back over to her laptop. Flicking up a playlist comprised mostly of Grouplove, she started changing.

She'd never really 'been to dinner', unless it was with Libby and Jake's families, and it was beyond her what to wear.

Winnie sighed, sliding through her clothes on hangers, not looking at the drawings hidden behind. She scavenged through, coming across a royal blue dress that flowed at the waist. Holding it out, she shrugged and tossed it onto her nicely made bed.

"What the hell, let's do this." Winnie gave up, changing into the long sleeve dress. She adjusted herself and grabbed a pair of black ankle boots. Sitting down on her bed, she pulled on the low heels and picked up her phone.

"Hey Winnie, what's going on, babe?"

Winnie eased at Libby's voice, "I'm so glad you called, Libs."

"Stress or you just missed me too much?"

"Both, clearly." Winnie stood up, pinching her phone between her ear and shoulder. She grabbed a gold charm bracelet off her vanity and slipped it onto her wrist.

"How's Beacon Hills?" Libby asked, stretched out on her couch at home. "Oh, what's the weather like there?"

"No snow, which is pretty nice. It's not as cold, but the weather isn't really the big deal," Winnie said, taking a seat at her vanity and putting the call on speaker after turning off her music.

"There's a big deal?" Libby's interest piqued. "What's going on, Win?"

"Do, uh," Winnie pinned back the sides of her hair into a loop braid with the rest curled nicely, "do you remember that guy I was drawing? Isaac?"

There wasn't much hesitance, "The gorgeous one? Of course I do."

Winnie dabbed on pink tinted lip balm, "So, I met him." She drew back in a wince, a scream coming from the other end. "I'm hoping that's because someone just murdered you."

"No, Winnie, oh my god! What's he like?" Libby quickly asked, jumping and overly excited.

"Well, he's a fugitive."

"Excuse me?"

Winnie stood up after spritzing on perfume, "It's a long story." She put the cell back to her ear off of speaker. "He's not guilty, but he is in hiding. That sounds really, really bad, but I'm not sure how to explain it."

"I'll take your word for it. So tell me about him!" Libby bypassed it with no issue, "Is he as cute as you drew him?"

"Maybe a little more, to be honest." Winnie left her room, going downstairs. "But, I don't know, Libs. You might think I'm crazy if I tell you what's going on here."

"Hon, I know you. I don't think anything's crazy anymore. Go for it. Is it the lizard thing you painted?"

"Uh, no." Winnie picked up her car keys but stopped next to the garage door. "Uh, what's your take on, um, werewolves?"

Libby cleared her throat, "Come again?"

"It's stupid. Forget it. Look, I've got to go to a dinner. I love you, talk to you later." She let go of a sigh as she ended the call, pinching the bridge of her nose before going out to her car. "I sound like I'm insane, Jesus Christ."

Winnie set up her phone on the mount and pulled up the map to the Argents'. "I wish I was insane," she said. "That would be a much, much better explanation."

The trip to the Argents' was short and Winnie realized she'd gotten there before her father.

"Well, shit," she muttered, pulling the keys out of the ignition. "Fantastic." Climbing out of her new car, she walked up to the front door with her phone in hand. Clearing her throat, she tried not to think about the fact the family were werewolf hunters that worked for her father in a side company.

"I'll get it!" Allison called, flattening down her skirt as the doorbell chimed through the house.

"Be polite!" Victoria said from the kitchen, working on the final touches of dinner.

Allison opened the door, a smile on her face as she pulled it open. A slightly perplexed look crossed her face, "Winnie?"

"Hi, Allison."

Chris came in from the dining room, smiling kindly. "Please, come in, you must be Winnie. I'm Chris."

Winnie hid her uncomfortableness well, shaking Chris' hand. "Nice to meet you. My dad should be here soon, he's just grabbing dessert."

"No problem at all." Chris held his friendly persona. "Victoria, come meet Mr. Jones' daughter Winnie."

Within a moment, a woman in a classy gray dress and black pumps emerged, her hair cropped short and red. Although intimidating, she held a friendly smile. "Hi Winnie, I'm Victoria. Welcome to our home."

"Thank you so much for having me. It's a beautiful place." Winnie was white knuckling her phone at her side without meaning to, her anxiety off the charts.

"We're glad you were able to come with your father," Chris said. "It's always nice to experience new places even if you're only here for a little while."

Victoria motioned to her daughter, "Allison, sweetheart, how about you give Winnie here the grand tour while we wait for Mr. Jones to get here?"

"Of course." Allison gave a smile that was slightly overdone. "We'll start upstairs if you like."

Chris and Victoria stayed down at the foyer, watching as the two girls disappeared up the staircase.

Victoria cleared her throat lowly with her hands folded together, the smile from before falling. "Aaron said she's not apart of this."

"Let's hope he's not lying," Chris replied a little too darkly to sound kind. "Or it'll only cause more  problems."

Upstairs, Allison gave Winnie the tour of nearly all of the rooms, the last one being her own. 

"And this one's mine." Allison opened the door, the pair going inside. "I honestly just recently finished unpacking."

"How long have you been in Beacon Hills?" Winnie questioned, able to tell something was slightly off about Allison's behavior.

"A little under two months. We got here when second semester started." Thoughts were rattling around her head, all accusing Winnie of lying or something else bizarre.

"Do you like it here?" Winnie felt pressured under the way Allison was looking at her.

"It's not too bad," she replied vaguely. "So, what does your dad do exactly? Is he like mine?"

"Sort of. He just manages weapons deals to the authorities in EU countries and the US. He oversees companies like your father's."

Allison nodded, realizing how truthful she was in her response. There were no pointers that she was lying to her. "And you've never moved with him before?"

"No, I actually hate traveling," Winnie said in admittance. "I've never lived outside of Colorado."

"I wish I had the choice," Allison told her. "I haven't lived in a place longer than a year and a half. We were in San Francisco for only a little over a year and that seem unusually long."

"I can't imagine moving that much," Winnie said, touching her hair absently. "But to be fair I don't really know my father that well since he's gone for long periods of time."

"I didn't really know mine either," Allison replied softly. "So I know what you mean."

"I'm only going to be here for a month, so it honestly may not change anything."

Allison barely smiled, it laced with something else. "Winnie, I think you'll find that Beacon Hills changes everything, whether you want it to or not."

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