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Current WIPs and Fic Concepts

I promised I would do this yesterday, and then I forgot!!! (I was very sleep deprived). Anyways, here are a bunch of the WIP premises that I have in my 'unfinished drafts' folder. Most have at least a few pages written for them, but I love them all! ☺️💕

- A Santa Clarita Diet AU (Jonsa) Takes place in sunny southern California, where a shitty dinner at a mediocre restaurant turns into a huge problem for Jon and Sansa when Sansa's heart stops beating. Although she seems fine, Jon is flabbergasted several days later as he watches his wife- who alphabetizes their pantry and refuses to let anyone wear shoes in the house- rip the throat out of one of the sleazy new partners at their law firm, eating half of him before anyone processes what's going on. Hilarity ensues as Sansa's inhibitions and filter disappear, Arya ropes an extremely confused Gendry into helping figure out what the hell is going on just because he moderates the zombie forum on reddit, and Jon tries to deal with the fact that the woman he loves more than anything is now a humanitarian. He really could use a drink. (This one is actually mostly complete, but i need to refine a few things- i really love it. It's as gory and irreverent as the show, so viewer discretion advised, but it's a BLAST to write).

- A Thor/MCU AU (Jonsa, Steve Rogers/Sansa)- Asgardian prince Aegon is banished to Midgard after one too many arrogant decisions, and is promptly hit by a van containing Dr. Sansa Stark, Dr. Barristan Selmy, and Margaery Tyrell- two astrophysicists studying wormholes and Sansa's best friend and pseudo-intern. Marg yells at him, he yells back, Sansa tases him, and Barristan didn't sign up for the kind of heavy lifting that getting a 200+ pound slab of muscle into the back of a van takes. And then Aegon's younger brother, Jon, shows up, in the middle of an identity crisis because, apparently, he's adopted. He wasn't intending to stay, but he's rather drawn to Dr. Stark and her brilliance, and against her better judgement, she starts to trust him, and maybe even like him. This story is in about three parts so far- the first is based on 'Thor' and the second on 'The Avengers' and are fully Jonsa, and the third started as a family bonding story between the Stark kids and Tony (Ned and Tony are second cousins, and Ned was really supportive of Tony in rehab without expecting anything in return), and accidentally turned into a Steve Rogers/Sansa Stark story, which is a pairing i am HERE for. A lot of this one is written, but it needs some fill in before publishing, although it's one of my favorites that i've written to go back and actually read.

- A Star Wars AU (Jonsa) where Sansa and Arya are Alderaanian princesses who are off planet when Alderaan is destroyed- Sansa as a senator and Arya as a pilot, both working for the rebellion, and jon is a smuggler who does not know how all of these people got on his ship and why two princesses are sassing him. His copilot, Tormund (yes he's a wookie), thinks it is hilarious. I started this one just the other day, and it's already thirty pages long, most of them involving Sansa and Arya sassing people. Dany is a leader in the rebellion, Roose Bolton is the emperor, and Barbrey Dustin is a disgruntled former jedi trying to live in peace on a remote planet until another Stark crashes into her life and harangues her into teaching again.

- A witches/magic AU (Jonsa) where the Starks run an apothecary and spellcasting supplies shop. Jon had been completely in the dark about magic before his mother confessed to being born into a family of witches. He finds himself traveling to her hometown, trying to understand her world more clearly, and what it means for him. On the way, he develops something of a crush on the red-headed shop clerk who brews the best headache potions in town. Featuring lots of magical shenanigans, this is one of my favorites in the folder :)

- A 24 hour diner AU (Jonsa) where Jon is a local mob boss, and Sansa works the late shift at Seaworth's diner to buy textbooks for the PhD she's working on in botany. Sansa's running from memories, and Jon has a soft spot for the red-headed waitress who always remembers how he likes his coffee.

- An East of the Sun, West of the Moon AU!!! (Jonsa) This is one of my fav fairy tales, and of course i couldn't resist Jon as a direwolf striking a deal with the starks!

- A Roomates AU (Jonsa)- Arya, Jon, Tormund, and Sam have been renting the same house together off Winterfell's campus for years- but when Sam moves in with his girlfriend, they need one more person on the lease. Sansa, about to relocate to Winterfell for grad school, finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her and that her housing plans have fallen through, all on the same day. Needless to say, she's a bit upset when she calls Arya to relay the news. There's a simple solution here, if Arya and Tormund can stop teasing Jon about his crush for five minutes. (any excuse to write tormund and arya roasting jon, tbh).

- A Fae AU (Jonsa)- When Sansa, a baker living in the city, washes her face in an enchanted spring on a camping trip, she gains the sight as a result. Suddenly able to see the fae underworld all around her is disorienting and terrifying. Sansa tries to conceal it- afraid of what might happen if the fae around her know that she can see them- but slips up, and catches the attention of Jon Snow- one of the lords of the unseelie court.

- A nuclear winter wasteland AU (Jonsa)- (?? I don't even know how to describe this premise, haha) where the Starks are living and running the Free Winterfell settlement in Siberia after a worldwide nuclear meltdown. Before the fallout, Sansa was one of the world's preeminent researchers in plant genetics and pathology, and works at the settlement to create newer, disease and radiation resistant crops to distribute for free to other settlements, aiming to break up the monopoly that Lannister Corp has on the market. Jon is a scavenger, searching throughout Siberia for his sister Rhae who disappeared several years previously. When he runs across Arya Starkovna, helping her fight off another band of radiation ravaged scavengers is just instinct- he doesn't think twice about it. In thanks, she brings him to the Winterfell settlement, where her brother Robb offers Jon sanctuary and resources, in exchange for serving as a bodyguard for Sansa when she travels to other settlements. Sansa is not particularly thrilled by this arrangement, but given that multiple parties seem to want her dead, she doesn't have much of a choice but to accept his company.

- A reincarnation AU (Jonsa)- of sorts. Robb is an archaeologist who finds a strange set of runes at a site up north, and immediately calls in Jon Snow- a historian and expert in said ancient language, as well as an old university friend of Robb's. When he arrives though, Robb shows him their most valuable finds- two mysterious ice blocks, with what appear to be perfectly preserved bodies from over a thousand years ago. No one could ever have imagined that either of them were still alive, but when the ice melts, revealing two very alive girls, the entire crew is instantly buried in NDAs, and given an assignment from the Westerosi government to figure out what the hell was going on. Sansa and Arya wake up, extremely confused about the world they live in, trying to adapt and mourning all that they've lost, even as the people around them wear familiar faces.

- Soulmates AU (Jonsa)- (Yes, another one, I love this dumb trope) Trauma surgeon and medical resident Sansa Stark is having a very bad day, and ends up meeting her soulmate during what she thinks is a mugging gone wrong. Fortunately, he’s not the one mugging her, just an intervening bystander, but she ends up slightly shot nonetheless. Sansa’s fretting about bleeding on the upholstery in his car, but Jon is a bit more worried about her injuries than the blood stains. He’s a bit confused when she threatens him if he takes her to a specific hospital, nearly has a nervous breakdown when she insists on doing her own triage, and is very charmed when she insists on ice cream after taking pain meds at the hospital. On Sansa’s part, she’s a little less concerned about being shot, and a bit more concerned about whatever weird first impression she’s making to her soulmate while high as a kite on pain pills. (this one just needs some tweaking to be postable- I'm not sure if it's going to be a oneshot or a series, but i love what I have already)

- A Demon/Archivist AU (Jonsa)- where Sansa works in the university's historical archives in Oldtown, and is learning to restore old texts with her fellow student and friend, Alleras (Trans Sarella is an amazing concept). When Joffrey Baratheon shows up with a pile of old books from his family's library to donate, Sansa is eager to get away from his sleaze, and accidentally takes one of the books home with her in her rush to leave. Unbeknownst to her, it's more than it appears, and when she leaves it open overnight, she accidentally summons forth Jon- an ancient, powerful, and extremely annoyed demon who is under a curse, and now hers to command. As Jon and Sansa try to get used to this new normal, the Lannisters (unaware that Joffrey had donated the tome) try desperately to find the book and it's owner, wanting Jon's power for themselves, and putting Sansa in considerable danger unless she can figure out how to break Jon's curse. Fortunately, she's a pretty good researcher, even if Jon is initially a bit of a grump. (This is based on a total wish-fulfillment mary-sue type premise for something I wrote when I was thirteen, and I revisited it and wanted to see what it would look like if i took it very seriously, and i am really enjoying it so far. It's a love letter to the terrible, heartfelt writing i was doing in middle school that created the foundations for my writing today, and so much fun).

The one that I am MOST excited about though:

- A Pacific Rim AU!!!! (Ned/Cat, Gendrya, Braime, Sansa/Jon Umber)-Twins Sansa and Robb Stark have always been completely in tune with each other, and when your parents are Jaeger pilots and your mother invented the neural handshake, what option is there but the Jaeger academy? Sansa studies to be an engineer, but ends up copiloting the Jaeger 'Winter Wolf' with her twin brother, after they lose Ned Stark to cancer. When Robb is ripped out of the conn-pod and killed by a kaiju while he's still connected to Sansa, she barely manages to kill the creature before stumbling back to shore, traumatized, grieving, and swearing that she'll never pilot again.

Unfortunately, the Kaiju don't stop just because Sansa does, and when the end of the world is imminent, Marshall Catelyn Stark orders both her daughter and former pilot Jaime Lannister (who lost his twin and copilot, Cersei, several years previously) back to Hong Kong for one final stand. Forced to face both her demons and an irate Arya, furious that Sansa had abandoned the rest of them after Robb's death, Sansa and Arya have to figure out how to pilot Winter Wolf together before the apocalypse comes for them all.

Featuring Marshall Catelyn Stark (commander of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, inventor of the neural handshake, former Jaeger pilot, and BAMF), Sansa x Jon Umber (Yes i know it's a rare pair but i've always kind of loved the idea of them, even though we know so little about him), Kaiju parts dealer and smuggler Petyr Baelish, bickering kaiju biologist Dany and theoretical mathematician Jon Snow, LOCCENT officer Theon, lots of snark, lots of angst and heartfelt conversations, and a weird friendship between snarky-grieving-asshole Jaime Lannister and kind-quiet-grieving Sansa Stark, who are the only two people in the world who know what it's like to lose a copilot and a twin in the drift.

Thanks for reading guys!! There are more, but some of them I just don't know how to explain quite yet, haha. I'd love to hear what you guys think about these!

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Thursday, January 2nd, 2020, we are slowly getting back into our routine; and slowly getting back into our regularly scheduled lives. Not ready to go back to work, especially because Nicole is out for one more week. Today was about running errands. Oil change and Car wash for Nicole’s car, Lunch at In-N-Out, browse at Lowe’s, go to the bank, shopping at Kohl’s, all this while trying to wrangle two excited dogs who believe everyone is out and about just to pet them. Yes, Nicole was on an Electric Scooter at Lowe’s. She fell while in the garage while bringing in groceries. No, her foot is not broken, just a swollen and bruised ankle. Yes, I did follow her around the store while playing Benny Hill on my phone. #errandsday #lookinggoodinpurple #notmybestangle #notmybestpic #dogsofinstagram #dachshundsofinstagram #bennyhilltheme #daytwo #daytwoof366 (at Santa Clarita, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B617Zi2gvSf/?igshid=3xlm4fmq0ykr

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The Beacon Hills Diet (Does Not Include Cannibalism, Thanks.)

Alternatively titled: What the Fuck, Santa Clarita?

Because really, what the fuck.

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Chapter 1:  Like two realtors, one of which is undead.

There’s a dead body (chopped into various parts and packaged neatly into different containers) in the Hammond’s freezer,

Stiles is so fucking done with all these idiots’ shit, and they’re denying that they’ve done anything wrong, and he’s so fucking angry because they don’t get it, they don’t feel guilty, and that shit eats you alive (pardon the accidental pun, he’s still not used to the whole cannibal thing) and they don’t get how terrible it is that they don’t feel like the worst fucking beings on the whole of planet fucking earth -

“I killed someone!” Stiles burst out, angry and frustrated and so, so tired. He just wanted them to understand.

There was a significant pause – Stiles didn’t know whether or not there were crickets around here or whatever, but since he’s inside a house and unlike most of his – most of those back in Beacon Hills, he can’t hear that sort of shit… because you need to be outside, you know.

“Oh.” Joel let out after another moment’s pause.

“Were – were they bad?” Sheila asked, hesitantly. It sounded hesitant to Stiles’ ears, anyway. “Because we only kill bad people – and only because I need to eat them.” She added, blunt and from what he’s seen, blatantly, truthful.

Seen blatantly because you don’t really expect to open someone’s freezer and find bags of frozen body parts. That was – unexpected.

“Oh… for fuck’s sake,” Abby sighed from her place at the doorway – or, entry point and, yeah, that about sums the whole thing up.

For fuck’s sake.

Let’s backtrack a bit.

So – it all starts in the rain.

“You killed him?” Scott asked Stiles, and Stiles couldn’t deny that fact. He’s lied a lot, recently – admittedly, mostly out of a fear of what this very person would think. Alongside his Sheriff dad, of course.

Stiles doesn’t know what his dad would do. He thinks – he hopes, he thinks he hopes he knows that his dad wouldn’t…. turn him in, at least, arrest him, but…

Stiles can’t deal with the thought of his dad reacting in any way at all, be it a ‘good’ reaction or a bad one. He most definitely won’t be able to take the reality… so he cheated. Copped out. Never told him, and left before Scott could.

Left before he could tell anyone. Stiles couldn’t, but… but Scott could. Because Scott wasn’t the one who stared at a guy and held the beam in his chest as he died, right in front of him. Scott wasn’t that person, wasn’t – wasn’t the type to just… stand there as someone died when he could have done something.

“You killed Donovan?” Scott clarified, but he’s holding the wrench and – and –

“Where did you get that?” Stiles asked, and maybe it sounded dangerous or maybe not, he can’t tell because he can’t think – was – who – where did he leave it last who had it last who found it fuck fuck fuck was it Theo –

God, if Stiles didn’t hate himself for Donovan, Theo would be dead.

“Is this yours?” Scott asked. Stiles took it from him, the wrench, and stared at the bloodstain. More of a splatter, really, but it’s in there forever – or, well, the rain isn’t washing it away. He didn’t clean it in time. And – fuck, he’s a really bad murderer, didn’t even get rid of the evidence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Scott asked, and there are so many reasons –

You seem a little off –

I think we’re all a little off –

think I might have stopped her –

maybe she had no choice -

There’s gotta be a point where self-defence is justified –

They're not the bad guys. They're the victims. We shouldn't be killing the people we're trying to save –

“I was going to,” Stiles said, or maybe that was to “Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?”

Either way…. “I couldn’t,” Stiles responded, at some point or another, to a similar question. The whole mess is a blur, really, that night in the rain. Too much – just… too much.

And once Scott went into the vet, Stiles got in his car. Punched the steering wheel, and it stung for a moment but it passed, and then he drove.

And drove.

And drove

And kept driving.

Stiles didn’t realise he’d left Beacon Hills until he found himself waking in his car on some back road with a sore neck and a vague recollection of an argument in the rain. Over the time he’d spent driving a mostly broken jeep without once having it break down or simply crashing because he wasn’t thinking about driving but rather –

We can’t kill people! Do you believe that?

No, nope, drive some more.

And so he did.

He drove.

And Drove.

And kept driving.

At some point, Stiles ditched his phone. He had enough money for a cheapo burner which he knows the company behind won’t record the voicemails of, had enough money for a shitty burger at a shitty roadside diner near some stupid fucking attraction of The World’s Largest Blah-Blah-Blah, and then he was on the road again. He still wasn’t thinking, and that was bad, but he wasn’t dwelling, either, which was good.

Dwelling while out here, on the back roads and highways and away from most forms of human contact and all reminders of his past life except for the bag of lacrosse gear in his backseat and a wallet with some ID (thank god) and some money, and, oh yeah, a picture of everyone including himself and his dad (the pack, but he’s left home, so it’s not his pack anymore, and well, was it ever really his or was it not and was he just being an idiot would they all have thought it murder did nobody think it was self-defence except fucking Theo was Stiles just deluding himself he went towards Josh’s dead and ripped-out-throat-ed body way too fucking easily and looking at gruesome crime scene pictures in class is not normal, why did he ever think that was okay –)

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He threw that away at some point, too. Or, at least, he ripped himself out of the image and folded the rest then shoved it into the back of his glove compartment, never to be looked at again (or so he promised himself at the time, that wasn’t the case, of course, and he kind of wishes he’d never damaged it).

And then Stiles got back on the road.

And drove.

And drove.

And drove.

And kept driving.

“He was bad,” Stiles allows, and he feels like a child saying that. A bad man – was he a man? He seemed so young when the life bled out of him – tried to hurt me. I promise I didn’t mean to.

“Was he a young single Hitler?” Sheila asked. “Because it’s always a good thing, killing them. Nobody to care about their death, and, well, one less Hitler.”

“Uhm… no,” Stiles let out. “He attacked me in the school library and ended up with a beam sticking out of his sternum.”

“Holy shit,” Abby said. “Jesus.”

Joel smiled nervously, tilting his head. Stiles had always found that expression, ever since this strange family decided the homeless eighteen-year-old on the sidewalk should sleep in their basement (not creepy behaviour at all, by the way), slightly unnerving.

Now, since he knows the man usually reserves it for times of murder talk or covering up, well. It’s more than a little unnerving.

“Now how did that happen?” Joel said, somewhat pleasantly (if you can call this conversation pleasant in any way – Stiles, by the way, does not have that capacity) and yet somewhat, it still had that sense of ‘what the fuck?’ that Joel usually delivered his words with in times like this.

“There was scaffolding holding it up,” Stiles admitted, heavily. “And I pulled the pin that was holding the scaffolding together. Boom, dead.” He gestured, vaguely.

“Well, if he attacked you, he deserved it,” Sheila said, succinctly.

“Sounds like self-defence to me.” Abby agreed.

“Abby, please attempt to only incapacitate, not kill,” Joel told his daughter, still nervously smiling at Stiles. “Learn from our words, not from our actions.” Sheila agreed. “Wait. No, learn from neither of those.”

Abby sighed, put-upon. “And they call this parenting,” She shook her head, took an apple from the fruit basket, and left the room. “I’m gonna go get Eric!” She called back, and then the front door slammed shut behind her.

“I wish she’d stop slamming the door,” Joel sighed.

“I know,” Sheila agreed. “It’s not like we raised her in a barn.”

“Just a slaughterhouse,” Joel continued, tone vague. Stiles couldn’t place it.

“Well, that’s great and all,” Stiles said. “But how about we get back to the part where you kill and eat people and how that’s not okay?”

“You just don’t want it to be okay because if it’s okay you can stop with your manpain,” Sheila stated. “You brood.”

“No, I do not.” Stiles denied, vaguely horrified. If he’s turning into Derek, so help him, he will bash his own brains out and serve himself on a silver platter. Might as well not waste since she’s a cannibal and all.

“What do you call sitting on the bed not sleeping and staring off into the distance?” Joel asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

“Thinking,” Stiles said annoyed. “I’m thinking.”

“All night?” Sheila asked. “You sleep less than I do, and I’m dead!”

Okay, yeah, he will admit that that’s probably a problem. Possibly.

“Look,” Joel said, placing his hands on the table, flat against the surface. “Stiles. You killed a man that tried to hurt you. It’s self-defence; it was necessary. We kill awful people who do awful things because if we don’t, my wife will starve and die. And also maybe possibly go feral and start eating non-evil people, which would most certainly be bad and if you do that, please turn yourself into the police and keep our names out of it.”

Stiles flailed, something he’s managed to keep a lid on for quite a while. But this family’s sheer ridiculousness brings it out in him, sometimes. “I’m not going to eat someone!”

“You might,” Sheila said. “Never eat these clams,” She added, holding up a clam sealed in a square of plastic. Like you find preserved spiders and shit in. “They kill you and make you undead.” The woman explained, frankly.

“But they were blown up,” Joel said, “So you should be fine. So long as you don’t go to Serbia.”

Sheila nodded, seriously.

“I never planned on it,” Stiles said. “So I’ll just keep that on my list of things, yeah? Never go to Serbia and eat clams which will make me a cannibal undead zombie?”

“Ouch.” Sheila frowned. “That hurt.”

“Yeah, we don’t like that word?” Joel offered. “It sounds offensive.”

“Are you serious?” Stiles asked, deadpan. “No, of course, you are.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re you.”

“I feel like that’s supposed to mean something.” Sheila mused.

“I feel like we should be offended,” Joel said, lightly, not sounding offended at all.

“Oh, fuck off,” Stiles said. “I’m the one who found partially eaten dead body parts in your freezer! I’ve been scarred for life!”

“No, you haven’t.” Joel looked at Stiles, weirdly. “If you forgot, you literally just told us that you killed someone. If anyone did the mental scarring, it wasn’t us.” Sheila agreed.

“Not quite what I was going for…” Joel said, slightly awkwardly. “But okay.”

“We’re back!” Abby announced, apple nowhere in sight and now replaced with an Eric. She shoved Eric forward slightly then took her own seat.

“Hi,” Eric said, awkward as ever. He’s worse than Stiles was when he was sixteen, worse than Scott before the bite, worse than them pre-supernatural combined, and that’s really saying something.

And yet, he’s cool with cannibals. Some people have strange depths. Can’t punch a guy, can help hide a murder.

“So,” Eric said. He stopped there, of course, smiled awkwardly then stopped doing that and glanced at all four of the other people in the room in turn. “What’s… going on?” He asked.

“Stiles found out we kill people,” Sheila admitted. “It’s no big deal since apparently, he killed someone too.”

“It’s rather a big deal and I beg to differ,” Stiles returned, annoyed. “You eat people!”

“And you killed someone and wasted the dead body,” Sheila offered. “We’re doing better than you.”

Stiles flailed again. “What the fuck?” He gestured.

“I ask that question every day. At least twice.” Joel commented. “The answer usually only comes to me when I’m high, though.”

“Can we stop talking about your marijuana habit and return to the fact that all of you are totally okay with cannibalism and murder?”

“You think we’re okay with it?” Abby said, incredulous.

“Yes, I’d rather prefer the stress of not having to lie to our cop neighbours,” Joel said, “Who are also our very good friends.” Joel paused, and sighed, saddened. “Ex-friends, in some cases.”

Sheila patted her husband’s shoulder, commiserating.

“Yeah, you tend to lose friends when you make murder a habit,” Stiles said, sharply.

“You would know, right?” Abby retorted. “Given that you’re making a home for yourself in our basement.”

“Be glad that Anne likes us now,” Sheila said. “Or there’d be questions.”

“Having a devout Christian sheriff’s deputy as a friend is honestly more useful than I’d originally expected,” Joel commented. “It all worked out in the end.”

“Of course, it did.” Stiles snapped. “Because it’s all hunky-dory here in Santa Clarita! Ignore the cannibals and the dead undead!” He mocked.

“Your home isn’t much better,” Abby retorted, annoyed and vaguely angry. She got angry pretty easy, he’d noted. But she meant well.

“Yeah, from what you’ve said – which is still very little,” Joel added, leadingly, “It doesn’t sound the best.”

Stiles snorted, “Both places are awful. But at least there are clear ‘good’ guys there, unlike here.”

“Sometimes superheroes are the people you’d least expect,” Sheila said. “Like two realtors, one of which is undead.”

“And their daughter,” Abby added. “Can’t forget her.”

“Do I count?” Eric asked. “Or am I more like a sidekick?”

“If anything, you’re the love interest to the sidekick – who, by the way, is me, and holds this whole damn operation together and don’t you forget it -,” Abby said, interjecting in her own sentence. “But you’re more like… the useful potential love interest best friend who helps out more than you’d expect.”

“I’m cool with that.” Eric decided.

“Great,” Stiles said, “Now we’ve all decided our positions in life –“

“I’m Alfred,” Joel said, vaguely sadly. Stiles ignored him.

“- I’m going to go somewhere and think about this.”

“Could that somewhere be our basement?” Sheila asked.

“… no,” Stiles said. “What the fuck.”

“You willingly sleep down there!” Abby said.

“Because I’ve got nowhere else!” Stiles returned, angry. It was a sore subject.

“Oh.” She paused. “Right.”

“I’m going out-“ Stiles said and pointed warningly at them. “And if you try anything, I’m going to give in and call my dad.”

“What’s that going to accomplish?” Joel asked.

“He’s a sheriff,” Stiles said. “And if that’s not enough, I’ll call in Scott’s dad.”

“Again,” Sheila started, “What’s that going to accomplish?”

“He’s an FBI agent,” Stiles said. “And I have blackmail. He owes us a fair few favours.”

“That would be bad,” Sheila said.

“Oh, and if you kill me,” Stiles said. “They’ll know.”

“How?” Joel asked.

“Yeah that… doesn’t really make much sense.” Eric added.

“Trust me,” Stiles said. “If they still care… they’ll know. Like losing a limb.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sheila admitted. “Does anyone else?”

“You’re all idiots,” Stiles said. “You think zombies are the only thing kicking about?” Stiles scoffed. “Use your heads.”

Scott didn’t find out that Stiles had disappeared on them for a few days – and it was a few days too long. And so much shit happened – Theo messed up, they got Lydia out – or at least, Parrish did - Malia confessed to her plan with the Desert Wolf and then her plan to skip town after, start afresh somewhere new, Braeden revealed that she’s been helping Malia plan a trap that sounds like Stiles would find five hundred flaws in and three thousand ways in which it could go wrong, and Scott doesn’t know where Stiles is, so he can’t get him to do anything about it, but he couldn’t even if he knew because Scott told him not to worry about Lydia or Malia which really meant not to get involved because if he chose murder then no and Scott’s talked to the Sheriff and the Sheriff is practically tearing his hair out because his son never came to him, never came home that night or any nights after, and now Stiles is gone and Scott didn’t know.

Scott didn’t know he left the very same night as their argument. Scott didn’t know that that argument caused it. Not until now.

Not until he heard that voicemail.

“Hey, Scotty,” Stiles said. He sighed. “I’ve already sent one of these to my dad. Malia too. It’s… easier, I guess, to talk to them. Maybe it makes sense why. Talk at them, really, because none of you are talking back.”

Stiles shook his head. “My fault, that.” He admitted, freely, but he closed his eyes and then sighed after. It hurt to say, but it was true. “This old shitty phone I’ve got,” Stiles continued, changing the topic, “Doesn’t store voicemails. I’m also going to trash it after this. I can’t – I can’t afford to… well. You – Dad, someone, will probably track it if I don’t.”

Stiles paused, cleared his throat.

“That is if you wanted me not to be gone.” Stiles closed his eyes again and leaned against the wall. “I’m not gonna give you the chance to make that choice, though. Because sometimes, Scott, there isn’t a choice.”

Stiles paused.

“Just mistakes you regret. Things you wish you could change. I got a lot of those. Starting with mom and ending with leaving. I’m only gonna make more, because as we’ve established, I’m a complete fuck up, and it’s honestly surprising it took this long to realise that.”

Stiles scratched at his jaw, awkwardly. “I guess what I wanted to say,” He said. “Is that I’m sorry.”

Stiles paused, again. “Sorry for everything. For dragging you into the woods that night, for all the lies, for Allison, for Donovan and Josh – who you don’t know about, by the way, and I guess I might as well tell you that Theo killed him so he wouldn’t kill me, then the bastard blackmailed me, the fucker, if I knew his number I’d give him a piece of my mind –“ (he does know his number and he is going to do so, of course, but what’s one more white lie?) “-but whatever.”

Stiles shook his head. “I guess you’re right. And that mom was right, all those years ago.”

Stiles swallowed. “I’m a killer.” He said, and the words felt wrong but they were true, all the same. “But I’m not a monster. And even if I’m not a True Alpha, I can do the right thing occasionally.”

Stiles closed his eyes, blew out a slow breath. “I don’t know where I’m headed.” He said. “You’ll look even if I tell you not to, so I won’t. It’ll save me the disappointment.”

Stiles stared out the window of his motel room.

“At least give me a month’s head start, yeah?” Stiles asked, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. “And a bit morbidly echoing of my previously possessed self… Am ok. Please don’t look for me. But I won’t be back.”

Stiles sighed. “But this time… it really is from me. That wasn’t from me, you know? The nogitsune would have died that night if I had, I’m sure of it. But whatever. The point is… really, this time, please don’t look for me.” Stiles swallowed. “I know when it’s best to…”

Stiles sighed. “Who am I kidding? I know when I’m not needed. I know when I’m not wanted. I know when my presence will fuck everything up for everyone.”

Stiles shook his head. “I’m okay,” Stiles said. “I really am. And since this is goodbye – forever…” Stiles trailed off.

“I love ya, Scotty,” Stiles said. “Please don’t set Melissa on me if you do find me.”

And with that, Stiles ended the voicemail.

Santa Clarita was only supposed to be a pit stop for Stiles. He came here for some food and some rest, but it’s not far away enough. And it’s too busy, too much of a city, but it’s suburban enough that neighbours are nosy and people ask questions.

He was sitting on a bench on the sidewalk eating a burger when a girl dropped down onto the seat next to him. She was around Liam’s age – sixteen, give or take. It was only two years ago he was her age, but it feels like forever.

“You look new.” She said. “And you’ve been staring at either my house or nothing for the last half hour, not even eating your burger.”

The girl looked at him, expectantly. So maybe he’d been dwelling, what of it?

“I ate my curly fries.” Stiles defended.

“Why have you been staring at my house?” The girl demanded, ignoring him, rudely.

“I haven’t,” Stiles said. “I was just thinking.”

“Smells like manpain,” She said. “Lemme hear it.”

“I don’t-“ Stiles protested, “I’m not Derek.”

“Whoever this Derek is, is he part of your problem?” She asked.

Stiles snorted. “If you call abandoning town when his friends need him to not be fucking useless and broody for once in his later years part of my problem, then yeah.”

Stiles had always found it easier to talk to strangers or people he didn’t like. After all, he didn’t exactly care one whit about what they think of him.

“Sounds lame,” She said. “I’d hit him with a tray.”

“He’d deserve it,” Stiles said. “I cannot count the number of times he used to resort to physical violence against my very innocent person. It was rude. Of course, he did it to everyone, but I was very fragile at sixteen.”

“Interesting.” She said. “How old is this guy?”

“I have no idea,” Stiles said. “And I have no idea where he plus I don’t care, so I never asked and I will never ask.”

“Fair.” She said. “If he was an adult hitting teenagers, though, we’ve got a problem.”

“He’s not so bad, really,” Stiles said. “I mean, I don’t care much for the guy but Scott does and I respect him enough to care whether Derek lives or dies, you know? And we saved each other’s lives a few times – I’m still higher on the amount than him, I think – which are enough times that I trust him not to kill me.”

“It sounds like the people you hang around with aren’t the best.” The girl said.

“No, they’re great,” Stiles said, meaning it. “I’m the one who’s not great. S’why I left.”

“I see.” She said. “And what are your plans?”

“Move around.” He said. “Travel the country. An… an extended road trip that lasts my whole life, if you will.”

Maybe he’ll get eaten by a wendigo, or possessed again, or even turned and go Omega and feral and then be killed by a hunter. It’d be his luck, really.

“Sounds lonely.” She said. The girl looked at him, assessing. “What happened?”

“I can’t really say,” Stiles said, apologetically. “I mean…. It was bad.”

“And nobody stood by you?”

“If you count blackmail, then technically,” Stiles said, bitterly. “But I never got around to telling anyone. He just… found out.”

The one person who Stiles just knew could never know, and Scott found out. And Theo blackmailed Stiles, and Stiles is so fucking done.

The girl sat there, quietly, for a moment.

“You gonna eat that?” She asked.

Stiles looked down at his burger.

“No,” He said, sadly. He’d paid for this.

“Alright,” She said and took it from him. Yeah, sure, whatever. Let the kid have it.

There was silence for a bit as she munched away. Then…

“Something happened to my mom.” She said. “And we stood by her.” She glanced at him. “She’s ill,” The girl gestured, in a vague way. “I guess.” The girl paused again, stared at the burger like it would give her all the answers she needed at this moment.

Stiles felt a pang of empathy.

“I get you,” Stiles said. “It’s probably not the same,” Since his mom died and she’s acting like she’s still alive, using the present tense and all, “But I get you.”

The girl snorted. “It’s definitely not the same.” She said. “The illness is Serbian. Came here through some bad clams.” The girl looked at him, deadly serious. “Never eat at Japopo’s.”

“Alright,” Stiles agreed.

“Or anywhere that still has Ruby’s Clams in stock,” She added, still serious. “They’re infected.”

“Well I don’t like clams,” Stiles said, “So…”

The girl nodded, satisfied. “Good.” She said, and that was that. She finished eating her burger and stood up.

Stiles didn’t really have anywhere to go or anything to do – he’d left his jeep at the auto repair shop, and he’d walked here, and it’d be most of the day to fix that mess of a car.

He has the money – just enough. This guy is much better than the one that died back in Beacon. He feels bad about thinking that, but there’s nothing he can really do about it. Since he was, y’know, murdered, and all.

(Right in front of him. That wasn’t fun to watch.)

The girl stares at him for a moment. It’s slightly unnerving, and he fidgets a little.

“You need a shower.” She said. “My parents are weird, they’ll let you borrow ours.”

And with that, she grabs his arm and drags him into the house across the street. He could protest, but he can’t really be bothered.

“Also, our neighbours are cops,” She said. “One’s a sheriff’s deputy –” Another pang, this time of pain and regret (not that the empathy pang wasn’t tinged with that, too) “- and the other’s Santa Monica police.”

“Alright,” Stiles said. Yeah, staying here would be a bad idea.

“So,” She continued, “You don’t wanna be caught loitering. Rick’s nice but Anne’s intense.” She paused. “If you say you work with mom and dad – Sheila and Joel – she’d get off your back about it, though.”

“Uhm, why?” Stiles asked.

“They’re good friends,” She shrugged. “Help each other out with… stuff.”

“Okay,” Stiles said, awkwardly.

“Mom!” the girl shouted. “Dad!”

Two people – an older man with dark brown hair and eyes and a woman with honey blonde hair and hazel eyes. The girl’s parents, then.

“Honey,” The man said, “Why is there a stranger in our house?”

“I found a stray.” The girl said. “In desperate need of a shower and some sleep.”

Was it that obvious? Probably. Stiles hasn’t bothered to check.

He does take offence at being called a stray, though.

“He does look a bit under the weather.” The woman says. “And the bathrooms free so…”

“Well,” The girl grins, claps her hands. “It’s upstairs, not hard to find.”

The man tilts his head and smiles. It looks nervous.

“Of course,” He said. “Let’s let the stranger into our bathroom.”

Stiles does agree, though.

“I didn’t wander in,” He finds the need to defend himself. “I was perfectly happy sitting on a bench outside and eating my burger.”

“Which you weren’t going to eat and would have been a waste.” The girl says. “So I took his burger and in payment, he gets to use our bathroom and maybe nap in the basement.”

That doesn’t sound vaguely worrisome at all.

“Please clarify for the guy with anxiety what exactly you mean by me going down into your basement?” Stiles asked.

“We have a bed down there,” The woman says. “Its better than a couch.”

“I’ll give you that!” The man says, brightly, but he still looks nervous and strained. Honestly, he looks like what Stiles feels like a lot of the time. Stiles guesses he’s just better at hiding it.

“Now, before dad can weird you out any more than he already has,” The girl says, “I’m Abby, these are my weird parents, the bathroom is upstairs.”

Stiles nodded. After a beat, he grimaced and wandered on up the staircase.

What the fuck is his life, honestly.

“Why did you bring a stranger into our house, which I might remind you, still has your mother’s leftovers inside the fridge?” Joel asked, slightly desperate sounding.

“Just relax, smoke some weed,” Abby said, easily, “I’ve got it all under control.”

“How old is he?” Sheila asked, frowning at the staircase he’d disappeared up. “Like, really, could you tell?”

“Anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five,” She said. “Maybe older. Kinda looks like those actors that TV thinks actually resemble teenagers but... nope. They don't.”

Joel nodded, distantly.

“Why did you bring him into our house, Abby?” Sheila asked.

“Because he was alone,” She admitted, after a moment. “Because he’d had that burger for half an hour and hadn’t eaten it. Because he’d left home for reasons omitted which included something terrible that the people around him couldn’t support.”

“Which means he could be my next meal?” Sheila offered.

“No,” Abby said, annoyed. “Which means he’s like you without us, mom.”

“Oh.” Sheila paused as if she was thinking about that. After a moment, she looked saddened. “We’re keeping him,” She said, decidedly.

“He’s not a pet,” Joel said, exasperated. “Can you not?”

“Nope,” Abby said. “Face it, dad, we’re taking in strays.”

“Why.” Joel sighed. “Just… why.” But really, Abby knew he wasn’t against it. If mom hadn’t had them… god. If this guy had something similar but not quite as extreme happen to him, then maybe they could help. After all, not killing him immediately is an improvement, and really, helping someone ought to balance out all the death – even if it is usually of people who deserve said death. Like young single Hitlers.

Even the ones in wheelchairs.

“So,” Malia said. “Stiles is gone.”

Scott nodded. Malia pursed her lips but didn’t say anything – she didn’t need to. Scott could smell it, and he placed a hand on her arm and squeezed, lightly. “We’ll get him back,” He promised.

“He doesn’t want to be gotten back.” She returned. “You heard him.”

“He’s hurting.”

“And whose fault is that?” She snapped, then sighed, and closed her eyes briefly.

“Mine,” Scott said.

“No.” She shook her head. “Ours. All of ours. His, too, for being an idiot that never tells us things he really should.”

Scott allowed the slightest of quirks upwards to his lips.

Malia nodded. “We need to give him time.” She said.

“… One month,” Scott said. “The Sheriff’s tracking his trail – he’s not really leaving one, but since it’s the Sheriff’s kid people are quicker to tell him the truth about his missing son. Anyway – he’s gonna keep an eye on where he is. If he surfaces in a month, we’ll go looking.”

Malia nodded again and squeezed his arm in return.

“Things are only gonna get worse,” She said, bluntly. “My mom’s gonna be here soon, Theo’s building his pack and planning something big, the beast is still out there and we still don’t know who it is, and Stiles is missing on his own terms.”

“At least we’ve got Lydia,” Scott said.

“And we’re losing Kira.” Malia retorted.

“What’s your point?” Scott asked, a little quiet. He didn’t want to think about that.

“I’m leaving when my mom is dead.” She said. “Beacon Hills has made it’s point; it doesn’t want us here.”

Scott waited as she paused to collect her thoughts.

“After my mom’s dead,” She said, “I’m inviting all of you to come with me. We’ll look for Stiles, sure, but it’s mostly to get away.”

“You’re not going to kill her,” Scott said. “I can’t-“

“You can’t have another of your friends be a murderer?” Malia sked. “I get that. I do. But Stiles didn’t murder Donovan.”

“What?” Scott asked.

“You never asked. I never asked. None of us ever asked.” She paused. “We should have. We know Stiles, he’d never tell us anything he thinks he has to keep a secret.”

Scott nodded, slowly.

“There was a bite on his shoulder,” Malia said. “A scar. It looked painful.”

Scott remembered Stiles wincing, rubbing at his shoulder and claiming various injuries.

“You knew?” HE asked. Malia nodded. “I guessed.” She said. “He never got around to telling anyone and I never got around to asking him because everything was going so badly, and I couldn’t figure out the words that wouldn’t make it worse.”

“What?” Scott asked, bewildered.

“We were breaking apart,” She said, and there’s a sadness she’s too good at hiding.

“All of us,” She added, “But… I know we were headed to a break-up. And… I didn’t want to speed that along.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott said.

“No.” She shook her head. “I am. And Stiles is. But none of that’s really anything to do with you.”

She gave him steely eyes, and he winced. “But if you tell my boyfriend not to worry about me ever again, I will break your kneecaps.”

“You didn’t break up?” Scott asked, wincing.

“We did.” She said. “I just refuse to accept being broken up with over a phone call. If he’s going to do it, he’s doing it in person – and then, at that point, will I move on.”

“Why?” Scott asked.

“I never said it,” She said. “He never said it.”

“Oh,” Scott said.

“But he said it on the voicemail.” She admitted, tone slightly softer. “And I’m not giving up on our happiness. Not ever.”

Scott nodded, slowly.

“So even though things are only gonna get worse from here,” Malia said. “You gotta keep going. Because Stiles is out there, somewhere, and he needs some sense knocking into him.”

“Maybe not literally,” Scott says, but he’s smiling slightly.

“We didn’t exactly have the best first second meeting,” Malia said, “I punched him. If he can handle that, slapping him once for being an ass should be fine.”

“why did you punch him?” Scott asked.

“I didn’t wanna be human and it was easier to blame him for that than blame myself for my family’s death,” She said. “Don’t worry, I’d never actually hurt him.”

Scott nodded. “I didn’t think you would.”

“Explains the shock,” She says, but she’s smiling a little. “Come on, Scott.” She said. “Let’s go find Kira.”

“Malia.”

Malia turned around and glared at the Chimera. All their problems started with his arrival, and now she knows why, and it just hurts. She’d nearly trusted him, even though she didn’t like him (but she had liked him too much, really, and now she knows that that was just the werecoyote part of him she cared for) and he’d ruined everything she’d tried to build over the months she’s been back.

She just wanted to graduate. She just wanted to graduate and go to college (maybe) and date her boyfriend and hang out with the pack and be somewhat normal and maybe even eventually go to therapy. That’s it. She just wanted to grow, to become an adult, to not have any more death and pain and darkness in her life.

But here, standing in the hall so she can’t attack him, is the source of all their newfound problems.

“Theo.” She returned, coolly.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Theo asked.

“No.” She growled lightly. “What do you want?”

“I have some information you might need,” He said, and he’s smirking like he always is.

“Like what?” She asked, warily.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to Stiles,” He said. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want all of you dead. Just Scott.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Malia demanded.

“You weren’t my first choice,” Theo admitted, freely. “But my first choice skipped town. So, I have some information, and a bargain to make.”

“Which is?” She prodded.

“I’ll help you with your mother,” He smirked. “And you’ll help me find Stiles.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I think he’ll want to know something eventually,” Theo said. “Part of my plan, as it were. And he’s going to want to know it badly. Otherwise, someone’s going to die.”

Helpful. Fuck this guy, really.

“Who?” She demands.

“Depends on his decision.” Theo shrugs. “It’s a choice of two – and, don’t worry. You aren’t one of them.”

“Comforting,” She snapped.

“I imagine it is,” He said, ignoring her sarcasm. “Because I have a feeling between his father and anyone, he’d always pick the former.”

Malia stared as he walked past, as the bell rang, and as he turned the corner and disappeared from her sight.

She growled and punched a locker, shaking and angry. Lydia and Scott found her like that, staring at the locker she’d punched. They pull her out of sight, down a corridor, and into a classroom.

She tells them what Theo had told her, full well knowing he’d probably wanted her to. And would have a plan if he hadn’t.

That night, Theo shows up at her house.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

“I’m giving you the information.” He said. “I give you info, and help you with your mother, and you come with me to find Stiles – as both bait and a bargaining chip.”

“Of course,” She snarled. “You would.”

“I have plans,” He said. “I’m not letting someone’s free will ruin them.”

“What are your plans?” She snapped.

“I was gonna tell Stiles,” He said. “Bring out the void. Get him to snap. But he’s not here, and I don’t really care much about doing that to you since you’ve already done it to yourself.”

She’s going to kill her mother. It’s not fun that Theo agrees with that choice, but there’s nothing else she can do.

“The claws will kill her no matter what you do,” Theo says, changing the subject. “So just take everything that you can and then some.”

Malia nodded, slowly.

“I had Donovan tail Stiles to the edge of Cali,” He said. “And don’t worry, he was under very strict orders. If he’d done anything, trust me, I’d have done worse than kill him.”

“Why do you care?” She demanded, exploded out with.

“That’s private,” He warned. “But… I suppose I can tell you what I was going to tell him.

“I came for a pack,” He starts, “For the werecoyote who’s first instinct is to kill,” He grins slightly at her, eyes sharp. “For the banshee, the girl surrounded by death, for the beta with anger issues, the dark kitsune.” He took a short pause. “I came for Void! Stiles – that is the pack that I want.”

He smirked, slightly. Malia punched him in the face.

“You will leave my best friends and my boyfriend alone.” She threatened.

“Or what?” He asked. “You’ll kill me? That just proves my point, and you’ll never find Stiles.”

Why would I need you to find Stiles?”

“Because I might have had Donovan follow him further than out of Cali,” Theo said, then spat out some blood and cracked his nose back into place from where it had healed broken. “I know where he is. You’re just coming as… insurance, shall we say. An incentive to come back when I tell him to.”

“You’re not giving him a choice.” She said.

“Of course, I am,” Theo said. “You die or he returns. That’s a choice.”

“You said I wasn’t part of the two he had to choose between.”

“You aren’t,” Theo said. “Change of plans. The sheriff isn’t going to nearly die.”

“Why?” She asked. “Why change your plans?”

“Because,” Theo shrugged. “It’s too risky. If Noah died, well….” There was a flicker of emotion across his face that Malia didn’t recognise, but she knew the scent well.

“He’d never agree to join me. And then everything falls through.”

“Fine.” She snapped. “You help me with my mom, and with Stiles, which in turn helps you get access to the claws after I’ve used them, and –” She snarled in disgust. “Whatever it is you want with us.”

“Deal.” He smiles. It’s a lot like a deal with the devil, and really, it is one, and Malia just hopes it’s not going to blow up in her face quite as spectacularly as she’s expecting.

Donovan is stupid, of course, Theo knows that. Maybe not academically – he’s never checked – but he’s so much of a fucking idiot it makes Theo angry and itch to do something violent towards the man in question.

How old is Donovan again?

Whatever.

The point is, that Theo knows if Donovan tried anything, Stiles would beat him. All the chimeras that came back from the dead – they’re a little off, resilience wise, but not enough to worry about unless dealing with someone like Stiles or Malia or Lydia.

Scott wouldn’t kill them, so the point is moot for him, and Kira wouldn’t kill them unless the fox took over and at that point, it isn’t really her anyway, so the point is moot there. Liam isn’t trained enough and he’s too young still, really, so he doesn’t count, either.

Anyway – Stiles would beat Donovan. He wouldn’t beat Josh or Tracey or Hayden (not that Hayden truly listens to Theo, which is… frustrating) but he could beat Donovan, and now that’s he’s convinced he’s a murderer anyway thanks to Scott’s wonderful reaction and Theo’s own subtle manipulations, well, all is going to plan. If he kills Donovan, that just confirms it, and if Donovan tries literally anything on Stiles, Theo can bring Stiles back and hurt Donovan in ways Donovan probably doesn’t even think are possible.

(Theo’s not stupid. He’s got quite a bit of the serum hidden away.)

Nobody ruins Theo’s plans and gets away with it. But Stiles hasn’t exactly ruined his plans – they just need a little adjusting, and besides…

It makes things interesting.

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The final step of washing garage doors Atlanta includes the use of a thin broom to remove the dirt on rails. The rails are very useful because they are used as a path for the wheels. They have to be kept clean always to ensure that the wheels move easily and quickly. When all these steps are followed, your entrance point will be effective and swift, hence serving you better. You will not have to worry about the need to renovate them frequently.

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Car Locksmith Services

Consider a tricky situation. You have gone shopping and stop your precious car on the side of a very busy road to get a quick smoke. When you come back, however, you find that you have been locked out of your car. It might spell immediate disaster if your car is in the midst of a very busy junction. You might even be arrested if you cannot get to a car locksmith's office and get hold of a car locksmith soon. Yes, it is the humble car locksmith who saves the day in such a situation. Car locksmiths, the world over are regarded to be the best among all locksmiths. Car locksmiths have to handle the most delicate locks of some of the most prized cars. Car locksmiths the world over are regarded to be masters at their tricky and often tiring work. Car locksmiths gather enough bangs for their buck in the recognition they get.

Car locksmiths guarantee you the best treatment to your car and the great freedom of worry of being locked out of it.

Car locksmiths are often also called auto locksmiths. Auto locksmiths, as the fable goes, are so precise in their work that they seem to be doing it almost mechanically, so to say, as a machine works. Hence the term 'auto' meaning mechanical is used for them. Auto locksmiths the world over are the best among all locksmiths and are masters at their task. Auto locksmiths often help you to get out of very sticky situations and also save your precious car from the unwanted danger of getting badly damaged. Would you ask for anything more than that? We guess you won't. We here ask you, would you?

Many of us often lose our car keys. Lost car keys are often very difficult to find once lost. A lost car key often is the cause of worry of many a car owner as losing a car key means having to damage your very precious possession. Automotive locksmiths often come to the aid of car owners in such sticky situations. Automotive locksmiths provide very important emergency car locksmith services. Emergency car locksmith services are often required and are very essential. Emergency car locksmith services are required when we are locked out of cars. The situation in such matters tends to get a bit too scary. Being locked out of your own car is every car owner's nightmare. Lock outs are more prone to happen at busy intersections. Locksmiths provide great assistance in such matters. Auto locksmiths rely on intuition rather than expertise. The job of an auto locksmith is such that he has to fish in the dark for getting his job done.

Auto locksmiths are more easily prone to getting a great deal of fatigue out of their daily job routines. Auto locksmiths offer a wide range of services apart from locksmith services. Auto locksmiths, many times provide car washing, car painting, car servicing, even car insurance facilities to car owners. Car locksmiths are certainly going to be the next big thing on the automotive scene. Car locksmiths can be touted to be the next big thing to happen to the auto scene worldwide. Or have they already happened? Well, you know the answer.

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Expert Advice For Security Roller Shutters Maintenance

These shutters are the reliable and durable solution for any premises but for long life and smooth functioning, there is a need for shutter maintenance. In simple words, these require greasing, lubrication or cleaning periodically to work smoothly and properly.

Here are few tips suggested by the experts for the maintenance of these roller shutters .

Clean your shutters

Regular clean-up of roller-shutter is essential as otherwise, these can become the ground of building dirt and dust and further the layers of dirt and dust can jam them or can become a hindrance for the opening and closing of your shutter. Thus it is important to clean them regularly. Following are some tips to clean it.

Clean the security-shutter by removing the dust, debris or any other organic matter from the tracks and bottom bar of it as otherwise, it can become a problem for locking of the shutter.

Remove the dirt from the leaves or twigs of the shutter profile

Wipe the shutter surface o regular basis to prevent building up of excess dirt or dust

After the period of three months, you should wash your shutters with the hoses you use for a carwash. along with water, you can use the mild solution ad soft brush to clean the shutter properly

Keep regular checks for the wasp of any kid's toy, bird's nest, or any other such object that can become a hindrance for the functioning of the shutters and if you find any such object then clean it immediately from the surface of your shutter.

Avoid sticky lubricants

Do not use the sticky or silicon-based lubricants to spray on the tracks of the shutters as these products attract much dirt again that can become a problem for the functioning of your shutter. Instead of sticky spray you can use the spray that carries an anti-static and spray it properly up and down on the tracks and clips located on the top of the track once in a year at least so that your shutter can work smoothly.

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Polishing is a good option to remove any scratch or blemishes on the paintwork and even it can remove the dirt, and grime and even bring the new shine on the shutter.

Do not ignore any damage of your shutter

If there is any damage occur to your shutter like loosening of the screws, bolts or springs then do not ignore it as your little ignorance can cause devastating consequences it cannot only become the reason for complete damage to the shutter but can also put your property on the risk of theft and even become the cause for any mishappening. Thus it is very essential to keep checking your shutters like check the brackets of the shutters track or belt and even do not leave any item under the shutters.

Use your shutters regularly

shutter maintenance is also like car engines that can stop working if you will not make them in use similarly if you will not use your shutters then these can get jammed and even prone to wear and tear, thus it is important to open and close your shutters regularly so that their working or functioning could not get affected with time. If you have very less usage of your shutters then you can operate them after regular intervals of time by just opening and shutting down and even can do oiling or greasing of the rolling components of the shutters.

Listen to the noise of your shutter

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