egg roll

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We pull into my driveway, Derek sticking by my side. He trusts me over Stiles, mostly because I was the nicest to him.

"We're going to wait here for Scott." Stiles explains to Derek. "We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone."

"Do I talk to you?" Derek questions.

"No." Stiles sasses.

"Good."

"Fine."

I roll my eyes before I stop in my tracks. My father stood in our kitchen with food in his hand. Derek sees him too and opens his mouth.   "Who's going to talk to him?"

Stiles jumps back in fright. "Are you getting taller?"

My dad had a takeout bag in his hand, the other in his pocket. "What are you guys doing here?" He's mostly looking at Derek, because he had no memory of him being my friend.

Derek looks at me then back at my dad. "Waiting for Scott."

"Yeah, so am I. Now that Myla is here Scott is the only other person I need. We're supposed to have dinner." He sets the bag on the table. "I brought extra. You guys hungry?"

Derek speaks first but Stiles cuts him off. "Yeah-"

"No. We're not hungry."

"No, I'm starving." Derek interjects.

Stiles looks at Derek then back at my dad. "Neither of us are hungry, thanks though." I press my lips into a thin line, not knowing what to do.

My dad's eyes flip between the three of us. "Okay, well if you're not hungry, Stiles, your friend can still eat with us. What's your name?"

I look over and Derek starts saying his name but Stiles was quick to stop him. "Miguel." He pauses, thinking. "My- my cousin, Miguel. From Mexico." I smile, trying to sell it more.

My dad looks between Stiles and I before nodding. "Okay, egg roll?"

Derek smiles. "Hell yeah." He walks over to my dad which leaves Stiles and I just standing there, not knowing what to do.

Stiles quietly laughs nervously and repeats the conversation. "Okay, egg roll?"

We walk over, sitting at the table. I sat across from Stiles with my father on my right and Derek to my left. We start to eat, and Stiles and I kept glancing at each other, feeling the awkwardness.

"So Myla, where's your brother?" My dad asks me.

"Not sure Dad." I say, not wanting him to keep talking to me.

My dad sighs. "Okay well uh, Miguel, what did you say was your last name again?"

Stiles looks up. "Oh, it's Juarez. Cinqua... Tiago." I look up and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Stiles makes eye contact and shrugs, not knowing what the hell he just said.

"Um, that's a mouthful." Stiles nods in agreement with my dad's comment. "How do you spell that?"

Stiles opens his mouth but nothing comes out. "Phonetically." I blurt.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent?" Derek asks. "Do you investigate murders?" I snap my head over, not wanting Derek to speak anymore.

"Sometimes. When it's a federal crime." My dad responds.

I could feel Stiles's nerves, which made me more nervous than I already was. "What about fires?" Derek questions again.

"Oh my god, I wonder where Scott is." Stiles blurts. "Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott."

My dad dismisses Stiles. "What kind of fires are we talking about?"

I take my garbage along with Stiles's and Derek's and throw it away. "Do you know anything about the Hale family?"

"The Hale family. There was a fire and it killed almost everyone in the family." My dad admits. "Well now that we're done, you can go upstairs if you would like." Derek looks pissed as we walk up our steps.

Once we enter Scott's room, I was thrown into the wall by Derek, his arm on the back of my neck. Stiles attempted to pry him off me but Derek just threw him to the floor.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry." I say strained.

"She didn't lie." Stiles stands. "She didn't tell the entire truth."

Derek let's go of me. "I don't want to talk to either of you. I walk to talk to the Alpha. I'll talk to Scott."

"Okay, okay. I'm going to go get him. My phone is downstairs. I'm going to go call him real quick. Stay here." Stiles quickly leaves the room for downstairs.

"I'm going to grab something from my room. And for what it's worth, I'm still sorry. I didn't want you to be in any pain." I leave the room also, going into my room. Since Issac left, I've moved all of my stuff back into my room and changed it up a little. I put my phone in here for some reason, so I quickly grab it and walk back out, seeing Stiles on the phone making his way back. I stop in the door way, seeing a woman jumping out of the window.

Stiles stood next to me. "I think you might be right." Stiles says into the phone. It was Kate. Kate Argent.

I jump out of Stiles's Jeep, running towards the school. Stiles grabs his bat, ready to swing it. "A baseball bat? Seriously? You need to find something better." I say.

"You don't even have anything. So I have to protect us somehow." Stiles says.

I look at him. "I don't need anything. You go find Peter and the bunker, I'll go help Scott." I flash my purple eyes at him and start running to help. I find Scott, Kira, and Malia cornered, helpless. I was a floor above them so I flipped off the top, landing between the skeleton people and my brother. My eyes glow as I ball up some energy, shooting purple entertain balls at the two men. They flew back, landing on their back.

I've been practicing my abilities for awhile now, mastering the different things I could do. I'd practice in my basement when my dad wasn't home. I would break a bunch of stuff but I figured out how I could fix everything.

The men stood, coming after me but Derek Hale came up to them, fighting them. I ball up more purple energy until I notice Derek's face changing. It kept going between teenage Derek and older Derek's wolf face. I look back at Scott, looking to see if he noticed the changing. But while my back was turned, searing pain sliced through my back and I was flung forward, hitting the railing then falling to the floor, groaning in pain. Scott scoots next me, helping me sit up.

Once I do so, I was as Derek continues fighting the men. Soundly a loud growl sounded from him and the men ran away. Scott helps me up, astonished at Derek's different body structure. He was taller and thicker as he stood. I could see hair on the sides of his face, ears pointed. He turns to face us but to our surprise, it wasn't a teenaged Derek, it was the one I knew before, the older one. His eyes still glowed, but instead of his blue color, they were yellow, like a beta.

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