Up In Flames ▷ Derek Hale

Chapter One

Chapter One:

Violet Stilinksi shakes her little head, her thick black hair waving about. Her small paint stained hands land on her hips as she gives her mother her fiercest glare. Her bottom lip sticking out.

"What is it, baby?" Clara placed the last pop-tart on Violets plate. Her normal breakfast of porridge sat cold next to the plate, Clara's's lips threatening to twitch upwards at the sight of the six year old.

"I'm not going" A little stomp hits the floor.

"Baby you have too" Clara keeps her eyes away from her child. She knew one look at her daughters face and she would crumble.

"No!" Violet climbed off of her chair and proceeded to stomp back to her room, making sure to slam it on her way in.

"I thought that was only meant to happen when she started her teens" Clara mused. A dirty dish towel in her hand.

It was the start of a new school year. Clara was going to be starting her first teaching job and Violet would be starting first grade- something she was clearly not looking forward too.

Clara knew it was nerves, her baby never normally has strops of tantrums. School normally excited Violet, she looked forward to seeing her friends, but not this year apparently.

She was stressed enough as it was, she was starting her first day at Beacon Hills High as a teacher and she was freaking out. Putting on a brave face for her child.she didn't need a stroppy six year old.

Thinking quickly she sent a quick text to the one person she knew that could cheer her moody daughter up quickly; Stiles.

Looking down at the now cold pop-tart and porridge she sighed. Sticking the pop tart in her mouth she started to clean her daughters mess.

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"Come on Monkey, lets get you too school" Stiles Stilinski clutched his nieces hand in his own as he walked her to the front steps of the school.

He kneels down, his knees digging painfully into the bumpy concrete. But he ignored the sting, because he was a man.

He took no notice of the tearing in his eyes when he moved his knees a little. He could keep it in, for his niece.

"Now listen here, Monkey. You go in their and just be your self! tell them all about your favorite Star Wars characters and how you want to be a dancer when your older and tell them all about your super cool and awesome uncle Stiles"

The little girl giggled, playfully pushing her uncles shoulder. Not aware of the wince, as his knees dug in more.

"You will be fine. Just be your self" He taped her nose with each word. Clara watched as uncle and niece conversed, she smiled and waved at her daughter as she finally walked up to the gate all by herself like the big girl she was.

Clara was a strong woman. She wouldn't tear up at the though of her baby growing up.

"Do i need to give you the same speech?" Stiles stands next to her. He turns to his sister "Because you will be an awesome teacher. You have nothing to worry about. You can tell them all about your favorite Star Wars character and how cool your brother Stiles is..." He trails off

Clara snorts throwing her arm around Stiles shoulder "Come on, nerd"