The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Chosen To Rest Peacefully For Eternity

“What... Wh... Where am I?”

This place is peculiar. Feels peculiar, because all he can see is black.

...Of which, he quickly realises is not actual darkness when he glances down at his feet.

“Perhaps I’m dead.”

He looks around, sees nothing, feels no-one.

“Doesn’t feel like I’m dead.”

[Surely an ancient spirit, of all beings, could tell if they were more dead...right?]

“Well, you’re not any more or less dead than you have been for the last millenia.”

He swirls around on full alert, only to ease himself once he sees her. Though, he’s still careful not to get too close.

He doesn’t know the rules here...wherever here is.

“You are...Stiles’ mother.”

She smiles and nods.

“What is this?”

He motions around to the blackness, and then, to her.

“This,” She takes a single step forward, hands clasped together in front of her. “Is your very last milestone.”

He understands that. Still, it doesn’t feel as though he’d always imagined.

He has many questions, but he doubts they’ll be answered.

Instead, he sniffs causally, nods, and asks, “If you watch over her, you must have seen all I did to her–why now? Why step in now?” He chuckles at the absurdity while adding, “And why on all realms of existence would she ever accept any help from me?”

“Because you’re the only one who ever managed to break her. You broke her spirit. You changed her. You’ve spent the last 5 and half years inside of her mind, yet, you know nothing about her. Most people, when they break, they hurry to seal their wounds before hurrying to forget.” She smiles proudly, shakes her head and says, “But not people like Stiles. Because she understands it doesn’t work that way.”

He scoffs, but can’t deny the annoying fondness he already feels when he mumbles, “Yes, she’s definitely the most consistent of all those I’ve tainted.”

She bows her head, trying to hide her amused smirk.

He sees anyway, glares pathetically back. He again then asks, now more serious, more stern, deeply wanting to know the answer, “Why now?”

She shrugs, says, “The same reason you lived in her mind for so long without revealing yourself.”

She smiles when he rolls his eyes.

“I, of course, waited and hoped for you two to...get along.” She cringes, adds, “Probably the wrong way to put that. You understand that if you agree to this, she may never actually like you?”

He laughs, a real amused laugh, and says, “If she did, as her mother, I’d worry whether or not if she’s a psychopath.”

She nods, smile small, but for once, she doesn’t know the answer, so, she simply asks, “And if I may ask you; I already know what your answer will be, I just don’t know why.” She tilts her head, stares curiously at him as she adds, “You were what you were made to be. Nothing less, but nothing more; you owe no-one anything.”

He sighs loudly, shakes his head with a slightly awed, yet, intrigued look as he says, “Not to sound cliché, but there is just something about your daughter. A darkness surrounded by light I once thought she somehow stole from others. She holds both, and I’ve never met a creature who has. I...” He feels guilty for it now, but he can’t deny his past as he says, “I could have just taken her and lived without feeding. With her, I didn’t need to feed half as much. But...deep down, I’d always known she’d find a way to expel me.”