Rebel ♛ Derek Hale [1] #wattys2016

11. guess who's back

IMPORTANT RECAP FROM 'CHANGED' (MY YOUNG DEREK FIC): Mikayla looked at the Hale house one last time before never looking back. Little did she know it was the last time she'd ever see it in one piece again, because once Kate Argent awoke and read Mikayla's letter, she set fire to the house with people inside, blaming Derek for Mikayla leaving and hoping she could hurt him as much as Mikayla leaving had hurt her. They all had no idea that in a few years time, Mikayla would return and she would be stronger than ever, but unfortunately, unlike Derek, when she said 'always' she meant it and her strong feelings for him had never ceased, even though everything had changed.

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Stiles had taken Rebecca inside and set her up in bed so she was comfortable, before leaving in a rush to get back to the rave after receiving an alarming text from Isaac about Jackson. In was now early in the morning and while the paralysis had worn off, Scott still wasn't home and that made Rebecca anxious. She had left messages on Scott, Derek, Isaac and even Erica's phones but none of them had answered or gotten back to her, which just made her more worried.

She quickly dialled Stiles' number, praying to god he would pick up.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up.." she muttered to herself, pacing around her bedroom and chewing on her thumb nail.

"Hi." An exhausted sounding Stiles spoke, causing Rebecca to grin in relief.

"Stiles! Oh my god, are you okay? Is everyone okay? No one will pick up and I'm really worried and I just need to know you're all okay." Rebecca rushed, relief upon him answering clear in her tone.

"Isaac, Erica and I are all fine. You were right, things didn't go to plan and Jackson got free and killed his target. On top of that, I think something happened to Scott and Derek, I can't get on to them and if we want to make tonight even worse, my dad got fired because of me."

"Stiles, I'm so sorry. If you want you can come over and we'll have a Star Wars marathon? I know it won't fix everything, but it'll take our minds off things for a few hours."

"You hate Star Wars."

"But you love it and that's what friends do, right? They do whatever they can think of to make the other feel okay."

"I love you, Becs." Stiles sighed into the phone, his words hiding a deeper meaning to what Rebecca would realise.

"I love you too, Stiles and since we both love Scott, do you mind if we go to Derek's loft to see if he's there before our marathon?" Rebecca suggested, hoping he'd say yes.

"Of course we can, I'll be at yours in five."

"Thanks, Stiles. You're the best." Rebecca smiled before hanging up, incredibly grateful to have a friend she could always rely on like Stiles. He just understood her and would always be the first to help her if she ever needed. With a smile still present on her face, she turned to her mirror to check how bad she looked from the nights events.

She was still in her clothes from the rave, her make up was still decent and her hair was messy, but it still looked good, so Rebecca decided to leave it all and just put her heels back on and slid her phone into her pocket before heading downstairs to wait for Stiles. She tried calling her brother one more time and simply sighed when he didn't pick up, but didn't spend much time stressing over it because she heard Stiles' Jeep pull up. Locking the door behind her, Rebecca walked out to Stiles with a grateful smile on her face.

"Thanks so much for this, Stiles."

"Anytime." Stiles smiled back, looking just as tired a Becca felt. "I gotta ask, what's going on with you and Derek?"