The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

A Good Mate

“So, let me get this straight—you’ve just given my physical body over to the one person who stole my body before and tried to kill all my friends with, just so, what? So, that the piece of shit can prove himself to me! What the fuck does that even mean?!”

And Stiles was having such a nice time until mom decided to bring this asshole up in the first place.

Claudia smiles sheepishly after stating, “I didn’t give him your body, I lent it to him.”

Stiles blinks, then, sarcastically snaps back with, “Oh. Well, that’s OK then!”

Claudia sighs tiredly, but smiles fondly as she explains, “He won’t hurt you, Stiles. Think–has he ever actually hurt you?”

Stiles blinks, this time, feels her stomach slowly rolling with disappointment. “What?” She asks quietly, not quite able to get over the bubbly look on her mother’s face.

Stiles grits her teeth, but her voice is barely above a trembled mumble as she says, “You think that’s what I care about?”

Claudia’s smile slowly withers away.

Stiles glares at her. “I let him in so he wouldn’t take dad.” Sarcasm weaves itself in with her bitterness as she asks, “You do remember dad, right?”

Claudia scowls, scoffs lightly and says, “Of course I do.”

Stiles scoffs back and says, “Well, that’s odd, because you haven’t ask me once about him. You’ve just been asking me about my spark and Derek. Why?”

“Why would I need to ask when I watch over you and your father?”

Stiles doesn’t have to be smart (or even have eyes) to notice how blatantly the subject gets moved back. She steps closer, firmly demands, “Don’t avoid the question.”

Claudia gives her a firm and challenging look back, but when her motherly tactic doesn’t work–with her daughter just staring back at her and waiting for the answer–she sighs in defeat and says, “I was 19 when I found out I was a spark. 22 when I met your father. 25 when we had you. And as you know; 38 when I died.”

Stiles nods, takes a step back and takes a breath to calm herself, all while listening intently to her mother’s every word.

“I was best friends with Talia, and pretty close to her family, too. She wasn’t an Alpha at the time I discovered what I was, so, when she took me to see her father, he asked me if I’d like to start training to become his daughter’s emissary. Naturally, I said yes, because I had always been completely fascinated by my best friend’s world. Your father supported me, but he always warned me to be careful. At first, I thought it was just general worry for me, but after a year and half, he was right to worry...”

Stiles gasps softly as her mother lifts a hand, causing ripples in the very fabric of the space right in front of her. The ripples slowly glide upwards, just a few meters above her head, before swirling into a spherical bubble.

And on that bubble, Stiles watches a series of memories unfolding—

She sees her mother lying facedown in the bathroom beside the toilet, heaving heavily and groaning softly.

She sees her father then marching in and hissing quietly with fury, “God damn it, Dia! Again with this shit! I told you–if you wanna carry on the way you’re going, you do NOT do it in the house we raise our child in!”

She sees her dad huff loudly after getting no response. Sees him slowly walk over and gently lift her mother into his arms.

She definitely feels a little sick to her stomach as her mother kisses her dad’s cheek and giggles with those blackened red-ringed orbs–and with hands crackling with crackling golden with strands of whatever the fuck magic drug she’s on...