Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Eighteen

Hugging the plant close to her stomach she scanned her eyes around the garden trying to figure out the best place to plant them. She'd already done the prep work and due to the pining and misery which filled her, she thought the best thing for her would be to find something to distract herself. Thus she was now fretting around the garden trying to plant things and make them look pretty.

"Hey Mal," Stiles called out from the window in the kitchen and she hummed loudly to tell him that she was listening, "can I take some of the leftover food for Jackson?" He asked.

"Yeah sure," she called out as her eyes spotted the perfect place. Awkwardly limping over to it, she crouched down and began to do everything she was supposed to do and give love to the beautiful delicate things. It was only when she finished did she realise the name he had said, "wait for Jackson? Why Jackson?" She asked pushing herself up and looking back to the house, but he was already gone.

Humming, she tilted her head to the side before going back to what she was doing before. The issue was she was susceptible to falling over due to the fact she was trying to put as little weight on her ankle as possible since it still hurt. It wasn't excruciating and she'd twisted her ankle before so she knew it was only that, but that didn't mean it was fun nor bearable.

It was the next evening. Everything had been quiet in the Stilinski house. Stiles and Scott had stolen a transport van and then they'd kidnapped Jackson. Whilst Margo knew why they'd done it and she somewhat agreed although she also thought they could have gone about it in a different way, she also understood why their father was so mad at him. He wasn't mad though, he was just disappointed. The three were sat around the dinner table eating a vegan spaghetti bolognese with some home-made vegan garlic bread. Good food was the only thing that was keeping him going so far.

"So..." Margo began, but Noah looked up at her with a glare whilst Stiles only hung his head in shame, "should I get you some whisky?" She asked and he sighed rubbing at his eyes with his hand.

"Just an ounce..." she got up to move when he corrected himself, "make it two."

"Sure thing," she muttered, hiding how difficult it was to walk to prevent there from being any more stress that day.

As she sat back down and she'd passed him his drink she brought her own glass to her lips. "Mm, I'm not going to be here in a couple of fo days. I'm going to a party so you'll have to fend for yourselves. Although there are loads of leftovers in the fridge you can heat up," she explained and both Stiles and Noah looked at her confused.

"You're not going back into the drinking faze are you?" Noah asked, hoping that it wasn't another case of being drunk every night and him waking up to see random people sneaking out of the house. He didn't necessarily mind but the sheriff side of him knew how dangerous it was for strangers to be in the house when the only person awake would be intoxicated.

"Oh no, it's just one party. It's one of those ones you need tickets to. Thought I'd give it a shot," she explained and he nodded slowly although he didn't quite know whether to believe her or not. "I have no intention of getting drunk," she added on as she brought her glass of wine closer to her lips. Using it as an example, once she'd swallowed the liquid she held it up with a hum, "see? I can drink responsibly."

It was the next day. Scott had asked her to go with him to the animal clinic so that they could discuss the plan although she wasn't necessarily sure why she had to be there. She would much rather be writing something or resting her ankle or getting ready for the party that night, although she supposed it was more of a rave. She was hoping the alcohol would null the pain just enough so that she could do some form of dancing.