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By the time lunch rolled around, I was exhausted. It's amazing how exhausting prying eyes and a million questions can be. I was two steps into the cafeteria, when someone put an arm around me. I hesitated, before realizing that it was Erica.

"Glad to see that you're surviving your first day." She told me, as she walked me to an empty lunch table. I shrugged.

"I could still die after lunch." I reminded her.

"There's that optimism I love." She sang. I laughed.

"Give her a break, Erica. Let her eat before you scare her." Scott said, walking up to us. He dumped his schoolbag in one of the chairs and led me to the lunch line. "So, school's going okay for you?" He asked me. I looked at him and nodded.

"As well as the first day at a new school can go. You know?" I told him.

"I get it. Look, I know you're with Stiles now and I think that's great. He deserves to be somebody… He deserves to be happy. You seem like a really good person. I want to get to know you better. I think it'd be great to be friends." He expressed, as he put some pizza on his lunch tray.

"I'd really like that, Scott. Stiles speaks really highly of you and frankly, I could use some good friends. Why don't we do something tonight? The three of us? I need to talk to Deaton about something, but after that maybe we could do dinner and hang out… or whatever you wanna do?" I offered. Scott's face lit up.

"Yeah, totally, that'd be great." He agreed, as we paid for our food.

"What'd be great?" Isaac asked, as he followed us to the table.

"Are you really gonna pretend like you didn't just hear that whole conversation?" Scott teased him. Isaac just shrugged and feigned innocence.

"Would you like to go with us, Isaac?" I asked him. Isaac smirked and nodded. "Then it's decided."

"What's decided?" Stiles asked, as he sat down next to me.

"We're hanging out tonight." Scott told him.

"Bonding time," Isaac added.

"I'm sorry. I can't hear you over your scarf." Stiles quipped at him. Isaac just smirked.

"You're just jealous."

Stiles' POV

"Is there a reason that we're hanging out tonight, Scotty? A real reason?" I asked my best friend. I looked over at me, like he didn't want to tell me the real reason.

"I just… I thought it would be nice to try and make friends with her. I mean, you guys are together now and I really haven't seen her since she was introduced to the pack. I dunno. I mean. I just get this feeling like she's going to be around for a while. You know? Who knows? Deaton's mentoring her… She could end up an emissary. I thought that it would be a good gesture… I know with Allison that we really weren't involved in much other than ourselves for a while and I just want Bonnie to know that the rest of us are here for you guys, too." Scott explained. My lips curved into a smile and I clapped him on his back, before pulling him into a hug.

"Thanks Buddy. That means a lot, big guy." I told him. He grinned at me, sheepishly.

"You'd do the same thing for me." He brushed off my gratitude, like it was no big deal. It'd be awesome if Scott and Bonnie got along. I mean, I can't really see them hating each other. They're both so easy going. Either way, I'm still glad that both of them are making an effort.

Bonnie's POV

"Were you able to find anything else, Deaton?" I asked him, as I leaned against some shelving in his office at the clinic. Deaton looked like he didn't want to answer me. That can't mean anything good.

"I was able to dig up a little, but nothing concrete. I'm sure that there is more out there to find. I just haven't been able to find it. From what my contacts have told me, the closer the two of you grow, the more intense your bond will become. So far, I haven't found anything negative about what has been happening between the two of you, but I would still exercise caution. Just because the bond isn't hurting you, doesn't mean that it can't be used against you. If word of your connection falls into the wrong hands, then your bond could become a weakness and Stiles could be used against you." Deaton explained.

"They could take Stiles to get to me?" I asked him, quietly. Deaton nodded.

"Or vice versa, either way is very possible. I would keep that in mind." He confirmed. I sighed and raked a hand through my hair.

"That's what I was afraid of." I said, softly. Stiles was staying unnaturally quiet on the other end of the room. He seemed like he wanted to let us finish speaking, before interrupting.

"I hate to ask, but do you have contacts that you could reach out to that you trust enough with this information?" Deaton asked me. I hesitated, before opening my mouth. I nodded.

"I… I have a couple of people that I can reach out to. My uncle… on my dad's side… he was a hunter… He had a couple of guys that he trusted. So, did my Grams. I could call them and see, but I can't promise anything." I told them both. Stiles' head shot up with this information.

"Who was your hunter?" Stiles asked. Deaton looked like he wanted to know the answer, too.

"His name was Rufus, Rufus Turner."

"I didn't realize that you were related," Deaton said, softly.

"You knew him?"

"You could say that we crossed paths a few times," Deaton replied. I nodded.

"I, uh, I'm going to make a few calls. Then, we can do dinner?" I asked Stiles. He nodded. "Maybe you should ask Derek if he's heard anything about this. I would say ask Peter… but no one trusts Peter."

"I don't even know how Peter trusts Peter…" Stiles mused.

"Thanks for calling me back, Bobby. It's been a long time."