"For what?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Cliched thing to say, but I’m just doing my job." She shrugged, checking that the blood was flowing correctly into the bag, and keeping an eye on just how much was in there.
Chris smirked. “You know, I saw Sheriff Stilinski the other day, and he asked me how you’d been.” Actually smiling, genuinely amused, Chris looked up and met her eyes. “Maybe I should invite him to dinner, too?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Apparently, Chris Argent - stone cold killer, adept hunter, frighteningly brilliant liar - was also a shipper.
"Dinner?" She stared at him, a little confused, but hearing that they wouldn’t be alone made the request sound a lot more normal, and she smiled again, nodding. "Then dinner sounds great. Do you need me to bring anything? A bottle of wine, maybe?"
"I don’t think I’ve had an evening out since…." She frowned, trying to think back. "Probably not since Scott was small. There was an…. almost date with Peter Hale but… Probably less said about that the better." She smirked, shaking her head. "And no, I didn’t know before, so I’m totally blameless here."
Peter Hale? Jesus. I wish the Sheriff would just man up and make a move on her, already. They’d be good together.
"Alright." He nodded, then walked with her back over to her car. "Sure, some wine would be great. I’ll make chicken and salad, if that helps you decide what kind of wine to bring." Chris opened her car door for her - almost dying together didn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentleman - and gave her one of his strange, distant (but still genuine) smiles.
"You’re good to drive, right?" he asked, since only moments ago she’d had tears in her eyes.
Melissa raised her eyebrows at the comment that was quickly stunted in his throat, and just focused on the job at hand. “Well at least one of us is.” She smirked, prepping the bag, before shaking her head. “It’s all going well though - good turn out, enough volunteers to mean that we don’t have to leave our stations, and I hear the pie on the buffet table is going down a storm.” She cleaned the area where the needle would be inserted, and looked up at him again. “Okay, this might pinch.” She said, before inserting it
Chris hardly noticed. That kind of pain was insignificant - to him - and Melissa had a very deft hand. She went into the vein at just the right angle, not doing any more tearing than was necessary, and the blood started flowing.
He looked at the tube over his wrist, watching as his life ran out of it, then looked up at her. “Thank you,” was all he said, giving Melissa a nod.
"But even so, we always manage to get the better of them in the end. Most of the time." Though, she supposed, sometimes they were right. After all, if it wasn’t for them, neither of them would be standing out in the rain, changing tires, or talking about how infuriating their teenagers could be. "But they’re good kids, give or take a few incidences… They’ve got good heads on their shoulders." She smiled faintly with a shrug.
Chris compliment threw her off though, and she shook her head. “Now you’re just being nice because we almost got killed together.” She teased, leaning on the door. But Rafael… she looked down. “He has a way to get under my skin, even after all this time. He told me he was leaving down for a few days… And then proceeded to take Scott with him. Father-son bonding.” There was plenty of disdain in her voice, and she shook her head. “I want him to leave, and stay gone. I did all the difficult stuff, he’s no one to just…walk back in when everything’s easy and Scott can take care of himself and claim that he suddenly wants to be a parent.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I…. shouldn’t be talking about the woes of being a single parent, I know I’m not the only one.” The circumstances being different, true, but still.
"It’s fine," Chris said, shrugging. Reminders of his dead wife - and the reasons for it - were everywhere, every day, but he couldn’t go running around being hurt by them all the time. Looking at Melissa, he sighed, then smiled and said:
"They’d just laugh at us, getting soaked out here. So… Why don’t we get together for dinner sometime? I invited Nightingale over for Sunday night; he and I have some catching up to do. It’d be nice if you joined us. We’ll have adult-time… with alcohol, good food, and bitching about today’s youth. How does eight o’clock sound?"
Elijah kept working, despite her now growing need to let her wrench ring off the side of his skull. There were to many people around, she didn’t need to make a scene. She honestly liked her job currently, plus she didn’t want to have to explain to Adam why she was out of work. But she didn’t like how he mentioned starting a family. Family wasn’t a topic of discussion for Elijah, even though she knew he meant about starting a pack, she couldn’t come to terms with it.
Reaching for her rag again Elijah straighten up again looking Argent straight in his pale green eyes. ” I heard you had to bury your sister and your wife recently, my condolences.” Part of her wanted to hurt him because she knew that it could, the other part wanted to truly be respectful. Elijah’s pack treated death as very sacred part of life.
" I stay out of trouble, you stay out of my hair." It was a fair compromise, she didn’t need him hovering. Thought it wouldn’t be long before he found out why she was in Beacon Hills. Derek told Allison already, who is to say that she wouldn’t tell dear old dad.
Chris clenched his jaw when she mentioned his own recent losses, but he nodded slowly.
"It’s a deal," he said. "And I’ll respect it - as long as you do." Argent offered his hand.
"Well, we’ll just have to see how things go." She teased, grabbing the tourniquet and waving it at him and— oh my god, Melissa, do not use your flirting voice. She closed her eyes and shook her head at herself, cursing the thought even crossing her mind. As attractive as Chris was? That was opening a whole bag of worms that really didn’t need opening. Plus, it’d probably put Scott and Allison into a few decades worth of therapy.
"I’m pleased to see someone I know here that isn’t a screaming kid, or a stressed out parent, honestly— though, I suppose we both fall into that second category, huh?" She smiled, shaking her head. She grabbed at the form she needed to fill in, ticking various boxes, before looking at him. "Anything that I need to know? Any pre-existing medical conditions?"
"No, ma’am. Fit as a fiddle and ready for l—" Chris stopped himself. The phrase was fit as a fiddle and ready for love, but that hardly seemed appropriate. Clearing his throat, he just settled back to wait patiently. “How’s it been going, though? Seems like a decent turn-out… You think the hospital will get enough?”
"Well, everyone can use a little help every now and then." She shrugged, smiling, and she moved over to the tire that was changed, moving it out of the way and leaning against the car. She pondered his question for a few minutes before smiling, and rolling her eyes slightly.
"Not sure it’s anything you can help with - not exactly supernatural stuff. More ass of an ex-husband stuff." The forced smile fell as she thought about the man, and she gave the torn tire a slight kick. It didn’t move, merely sent a sharp sting through her foot, but it helped. Maybe she should take up kick boxing. Or something.
"There isn’t anything going on that I need to know about, right?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "I’m not completely convinced that Scott is honest with me all the time. Protecting me, I guess - I suppose you don’t have the same problem on your end."
"As far as I know, there’s nothing we need to worry about too much, yet. You know Peter Hale’s in town, right? And we’ve got omegas and lost little animals wandering in from all over the place." Chris let the car down off of the jack and used the iron to finish tightening the lugnuts. "A couple of wolves got slaughtered trying to come into town after someone, although I don’t know who. They were scattered in pieces all over the southern border to town, so… Doubt anything good will come of that. And with Peter around..” He shrugged and shook his head.
"But Allison probably knows more than I do, and she’s not sharing. I don’t think it matters if you’re a werewolf or a hunter: as long as you’re a teenager, honesty is never the best policy. Or so they think." He finished up and started putting things back in the SUV again.
"As for your ex… You’re a beautiful woman." Chris put the shredded tire in the back of the SUV, then tossed the iron and jack in after it. Shutting the door, he looked at Melissa again, expression serious, and shrugged. "If he doesn’t realize he needs to treat you better, that he’s lucky you still give him the time of day for Scott’s sake? He’s an idiot."
"Hey sweetie, hey, it’s alright, you’ve been such a brave little soldier." Melissa glanced up at the girl’s mother, who nodded, and Melissa smiled, lifting up the crying girl and giving her a hug. Most of the children that had been brought to donate, or came along with their parents and were scared of the sight of the needles were sent to Melissa, and so far, so good. Patting the girl gently on the back as she went back to her mom, she rummaged in her pocket. "One second!" She called, producing a smiling sticker, which she pressed to the girl’s shirt, who smiled automatically.
Waving the family away, Melissa quickly began setting up for the next person coming in. When they did, Melissa smiled, shaking her head. “Come on in and sit down.” She said, grabbing a new pair of gloves from the back. “I warn you though, you’ll have to behave really well if you want a sticker, I’m running low.”
"What qualifies as good behavior?" Chris asked, setting his jacket over the back of the donation chair. He was smiling at how normal all of this was, and in truth, at Melissa. She was a hell of a woman. She would make a good hunter — but she was better for not being one, he thought.
Chris rolled up the sleeve of his dark green thermal. “I really want that sticker, so…. whatever I’ve got to do to get it.”
It was nice, he thought, being here. He was glad that he’d come. All of these people donating full pints of blood, it was no small thing. The community could really come together when it was needed, and this kind of random, normal, little thing was always a good reminder of why it was good to hunt, to protect.
" Why don’t you ask your father." She sneered crossing her hands. Did his son really not know what his father was really up to? How could a family so deep with their ties be so fragmented. Perhaps it was because his son did not share the same values as his father. That or he was lying.
"I have ties with the Hales, I can be here." She stopped when one men walked by. "I’m working at a shop, doing my own thing, searching for answers." She shrugged, taking her attention back to the truck’s engine. " Why Beacon Hills of all places, you settled in Beacon Hills" She looked at him for a moment. Her hands gripped tighter on her wrench in case Argent pulled a fast one on her.
Chris noticed her grip on the wrench. So, Elijah was ready to fight him? She didn’t need any kind of weapon to defend herself, considering what she was, but if she was preparing to use one, that meant she wasn’t planning on blowing her cover. She was tough. Tough enough that, he suspected, she would make it through the entire fight without giving a thing away.
"Have you seen the scores the kids get on SATs around here? The schools are pretty good. So’s the city’s infrastructure. A great sheriff’s department and fire department, both with some of the fastest response times in the county.” A hint, a friendly hint, that if she wanted a human clash, there would be human consequences. “Who wouldn’t want to live here? So.” He stood casually, folding his arms. “You planning on starting up a new family here, Elijah?”
Go ahead, he thought, tell me you’re starting a pack.
" What kind of tire?" She would start with that, to avoid the stares she was getting from the other mechanics. She searched his face, he was quite the misleading man. His voice though warm and attractive was stifled by the cold, steely gaze of his green eyes.
“I know who to seek help from. I know about Derek and I know about the others. My particular questions had involved Peter, it was the only reason I sought him out.” She didn’t know when would be the next time the wolves would cross paths but for now she would keep he distance. She had no need to kill Peter but if kept going that direction she wouldn’t hesitate.
"How’s your father?" She narrowed her eyes before looking past her to one of the guys. " Tony get me a tire will ya" The man nodded. Elijah looked back at the Argent, folding her arms across her chest.
"I wouldn’t know," Chris said, "since I haven’t seen him. I’ll go get the wheel." He turned and walked off, then came back with the wheel so Tony could mount the tire all nicely on it. When the other grease monkey had taken it away, Chris looked back at Elijah again.
"Why are you in town, Ferra? What are you doing here?"