Hoping for Heroes

Chapter 4

"Woah, we're walking angry, why are we angry?" Stiles huffs, quickening his pace in order to keep up with Harley. The group is going to get Lydia and hide out at Scott's house in order to try to protect her from Derek's pack. Harley almost wants them to find her, just so she can fight Isaac. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, but she definitely feels worse about what she said to him. His words hurt, but she feared she went way too far. "Harley-"

"What, Stiles?" she snaps, and he recoils. She sighs, feeling slightly guilty. "Look, I've just got stuff going on."

"Oh," he nods. "Girl stuff?"

"What do you mean, girl stuff?"

"Like, you know, that time of the-"

"Stiles!" Allison interrupts. "I'm so sorry." She grabs Harley's arm and drags her to walk in pace with her. 

"Did he just ask me if I'm on my period? Is he always like that?" Harley asks. Allison blinks at her.

"Do you want me to answer that?"

"I feel like my answer should be no."

Allison sighs. "Yeah."

"All right." She steps ahead of the two and turns to look at them. "So, are you gonna tell me the plan now?"

"You're going to come with me," Stiles explains, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Brat, Harley thinks. How was she supposed to know? "We're going to follow Lydia so we can protect her and she doesn't get hurt. Not that she can't protect herself, but she doesn't have any idea what-"

"Sorry, but are you talking about Lydia Martin? You know, the one walking out of the guidance office by herself right now, with no one to protect her?" Allison interrupts, grabbing both Stiles' and Harley's shoulders, turning them in the direction of which Lydia was walking. "Go!"

Stiles grumbles something unintelligible under his breath as he starts moving quickly toward Lydia, grabbing Harley's hand to drag her with him. She yanks it back away from him, quickening her pace so she can walk ahead of him.

"Don't touch me."

"Sorry," Stiles apologizes. "Definitely girl stuff," he mutters to himself.

"STILINSKI!"

"Oh, no."

There are many things Harley was planning on doing today. Getting into a fight with werewolves and following Lydia Martin around to protect her from said werewolves was not one of them. Watching Stiles drool like an overgrown Saint Bernard was also, quite possibly, at the very bottom of things she expected. Following Stiles and Lydia into the library, she had to refrain from repeatedly hitting her head against the bookshelf. She remains silent for the most part, but after watching Lydia brush Stiles' hand off her arm again, she has to speak up. 

"Dude, stop being a creep," she hisses at him.

"I'm not!" he protests. "I just don't want to lose her." She raises an eyebrow as his face goes bright red. "I meant from my sight. Stop being weird."

"Oh, I'm being weird?" she scoffs. "Stilinski, I swear-"

"You guys know what I find weird?" Lydia asks, turning to look at them. They both straighten up when they see the slightly amused smile playing at her lips. "I find it weird that you two are hanging out. I find it weird that Harley is even looking in my direction, actually, much less yours. Seriously, what is up with that?" Lydia directs her attention to Harley, whose eyes widen as she starts picking at her thumb.

"I-"

"I asked her to study with us," Stiles cuts her off. "She seems lonely all the time, so I just wanted her to make friends." Harley drives her elbow into his stomach. He leans forward, wheezing as she smirks at him. Lydia coughs slightly, directing their attention back to her. Stiles smiles, while Harley's attention is drawn elsewhere. She looks to her right and finds Jackson staring at the group. She cocks her head once he notices that she saw him and he turns away quickly. Huh, she wonders. Weird. Harley clears her throat and addresses Stiles and Lydia.

"Say, do you think we should go find Allison?"

As Harley walks out into the hallway, she can feel many eyes on her. Why wouldn't people be staring? She went from someone who did their own thing and minded their own business to someone who is hanging out with Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, and Stiles Stilinski; a group who is known for absolutely anything but minding their own business. Lydia drilling Stiles with questions, Jackson dragging Lydia out of the school. She knows they must be quite the sight. 

If only they knew what was really going on.

Harley doesn't know if she wants to laugh or cry when the clunker of a jeep pulls up to the McCall residence. No Scott, but let's study at his house. Wonderful planning.

"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" Lydia huffs as Stiles forces her up the stairs, reiterating Harley's concerns. 

"Meeting us here, I think," Stiles nods. "I hope." Harley rolls her eyes as she brings up the rear of the group. 

"Idiot," Harley mutters as the group watches Stiles lock the door. Lydia gives him an odd look, then turns and gives the same look to Harley. Harley shrugs and turns to look around, hoping to avoid eye contact. Harley has never been a very good liar.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood," she hears Stiles fib behind her. She rolls her eyes as she turns back around, just barely catching Stiles shrugging at the incredulous look on Allison's face. She can barely hold in her embarrassment as Stiles shoves a door by the door and adds on, "and a murder!"

Lydia shoots a look at Harley. "Since when do you get caught up with, you know, this?"

Harley shrugs. "I, uh, need help with chemistry and you're the top of our class."

Lydia's face morphs into one of confusion. "Aren't we tied?"

Harley blanches. "No, I don't think so." Lydia opens her mouth to speak again, but is cut off by Jackson asking to speak with her.

"What is going on with everyone?" Lydia wonders aloud as she follows Jackson upstairs. Harley shares a look with Allison, chuckling slightly.

"Hell if I know."

Harley is snooping around in the kitchen once she hears Allison. 

"You need to get here, now." Harley's eyebrows furrow as she joins Allison and Stiles. Stiles does some spastic hand movement that Harley doesn't remotely understand. 

"Deep breaths, Stiles," she mocks. He mutters something unintelligible, then motions for her to look outside. She draws back the curtains and sees the members of the Hale pack staring back at her. "Oh, that is not good." Stiles huffs.

"I know!"

**A/N stopping there! I like keeping my chapters shorter and more consistent. Sorry my updating has been so wild. I'm going to try to keep a better schedule, but odds are I'll just do it when I have time. Bit of a boring chapter, but I want Harley to actually have bonds with the pack, so there may be quite a few of these. These are also unedited because as of now I just want to get the work out there. Thanks to everyone who is enjoying the story! :)