Rebel ♛ Derek Hale [1] #wattys2016

16. goodbyes

Rebecca woke up snuggled into a warm chest and automatically thinking it was Derek, looked up to give him a kiss good morning. Instantly she noticed the splatter of freckles and stopped, instead smiling up at her friend. He looked so peaceful and calm, not to mention happy, so Rebecca tried to slowly sneak out without waking him so she could call Scott, but the second she moved Stiles pulled her back in closer.

"Stiles, hey, wakey wakey." she whispered, gently nudging him.

"Mmm." He mumbled back, kissing her forehead without opening his eyes. "We should do this more often, this is nice."

"I have really important news." Rebecca told him, knowing they couldn't wait much longer to stop Matt.

"That you finally realised you're in love with me?" Stiles joked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Not quite, but I know who the kanima master is."

"What? How? Who?" Stiles questioned, bolting upright and knocking Rebecca over in the process. "Oh, sorry Becs."

"It's fine. Anyway, the master is Matt. Last night at Lydia's I was talking to Jackson when suddenly he got really stiff and weird and without saying anything back, he walked over to Matt and pulled him out of the pool. I think some boys threw him in, did you know he can't swim?" Rebecca explained, sitting up as she did so.

"Of course! That makes so much sense, Jackson can't swim as the kanima because his master can't! Becs, you're a genius. Come on, call Scott and tell him to meet us at the station. We need to prove it to my dad." Stiles replied, springing out of bed and hurriedly shoving last night's pants on and grabbing his coat as Rebecca got up, Stiles' eyes widening at the sight of her in his shirt. "Um, maybe we should take you home first to get changed. I mean, I think you look amazing, but Scott might wallop me if he saw you right now. You really do look incredible though, my clothes look better on you than they do on me."

"What can I say? I'm just flawless." Rebecca joked back, striking an elaborate pose and laughing. "But I definitely think we should drop by so I can get changed, if Derek saw me Scott wouldn't be the only werewolf you'd have to worry about."

"Derek, right. The jerk who doesn't deserve you." Stiles grumbled, handing Rebecca her clothes from the previous night. "You could always just wear these?"

"Can we please just not argue about that right now? I'll wear these home so I don't steal your unbelievably comfortable shirt, but I'd rather change into something that I can properly move in."

"Sure, um do you just wanna get changed in the bathroom? Or you could get dressed here, I- uh, I won't look."

"Bathroom's probably the best option, be back in a sec." Rebecca nodded, smiling at Stiles before entering the bathroom, accidentally not closing the door properly so he could see just see half of her as she got dressed.

"Jesus, this girl." Stiles mumbled, spinning around to stop himself from staring. "Yep, Scott's definitely gonna kill me."

"Ready? Let's go!" Rebecca said, emerging from the bathroom and heading towards the door.

"Oh, um, yeah. Yep, I'm ready, but here, you keep this. You said it was comfy and I never wear it anyway." Stiles replied, handing his shirt to her as she smiled back at him.

"Cool, thanks."

"Anytime. Um, did you call Scott?"

"No, I'll call while you drive." Rebecca told him, walking out and jumping into the Jeep while pulling out her phone and dialling Scott's number as Stiles started his car.

"Hello? Rebecca, where have you been?"

"Hey, Scotty boy. Don't stress, I've been with Stiles, but we need you to meet us at the police station asap. We know who the master is."