Covet // Sterek

15 // Let him rot

Stiles threw the files down on Parrish's desk.

"They were Paige's sister and mother." Stiles explained, Parrish looked up at them confused.

"Who's Paige?" He questioned.

"Paige was Derek's first love, who died because the bite was fatal and Derek had to kill her, hence the blue eyes. It was her mother and her sister, that would have been a baby when she died." Stiles informed, Parrish nodded taking it in.

"But why?" Stiles ran his hands through his hair tiredly. He didn't have an answer to that.

"I don't know." Stiles sighed, taking a seat on his chair. He heard his phone alarm start beeping and stood up quickly.

"I'll be back in a minute, I have to pick up Elara from school. Cover me." Stiles called before taking his jeep to the school. He waited outside until he saw Elara walking out, looking rather glum.

"What's up honey?" Stiles called, as she opened the door and climbed in.

"Michael's been off with me recently and Adam's avoiding me." Elara sighed, Stiles turned to look at her.

"And they say girls are hard to understand." Stiles joked, Elara laughed lightly at that before turning to look out of the window.

"Do you want to come to the station with me or do you want me to drop you to mine?" Stiles asked softly, Elara hesitated, she really didn't want to be alone but she felt kind of tired, a nap would do her some good.

"Home will be fine." Stiles smiled at the fact she called it home, something warmed inside his chest and he nodded taking the turning onto the street that lead to where he lived. When he arrived outside of the building, Elara had practically already got out of the car before it stopped.

"I guess I'll see you later then!" Stiles called, Elara ignored him and Stiles shook his head lightly, laughing at the resemblance of Elara and her father. He watched her enter the house before driving back to the station where Parrish was still trying to find links.

Elara crashed onto the couch, she rolled over so that she was facing the material of it but decided she was too cold and went to find a blanket. She remembered hearing Stiles talk about the last room on the hall, something about storage so she decided to go in there. The door was ajar, which Elara thought was weird since Stiles never went in it, or so he said. She pushed on the door cautiously, seeing a desk at the end of the room. She walked in, switching on the light and coming face to face with Stiles' detective board. Multiple red lines were laced between pictures but the one that caught Elara's eyes was the thick black 'X' placed over her mother's face, she looked down as a green line led to another woman, the words 'Kate-Were-jaguar' were imprinted beneath the photo. Another yellow link was made between Kate and a picture of Derek. In white the word Kidnapped was alone the line, with a question mark. Along the line between Kate and Braeden was the word Murdered. Elara clutched her stomach as her breathing began speeding up. This was the one detail Stiles' had left out. The very, most singularly important detail of Elara's past.

"Murdered?" She gasped, falling onto the chair that had been by the desk. Elara thought back to the time where her dad had to explain why she didn't have a mother anymore.

"Your mother died in a car crash, Elara."

She remembered feeling the hurt. Her young mind of nine hadn't understood why her mum wasn't around. All she could remember was that one day she was here, the next she wasn't, her dad had told her she'd died but until she understood death, it never sank in.

"So, she's never coming back?" Elara asked, feeling her eyes well up, Derek gave a soft nod, pulling his daughter into a hug.

Elara balled up her fist tightly, she was fed up with the lies. She was fed up with this whole life she'd been living. She was annoyed that she never got a mother. Elara screamed, raising her fist and smashing it back down against the board, it shattered sending glass everywhere. She cried out loudly, before feeling herself fall but just before her knees collided with the shards of glass, arms wrapped around her waist. She felt herself give in, the person held her against their chest. Smoothing her back calmly, Elara just sobbed, balling the material beneath her touch.