The Evolved

Bruised Heart

Songs for this Chapter are Turning Pages- Sleeping At Last (when Scott and the gang finally saw Stiles)  All I want-Dawn Golden (when Derek and Stiles Finally Talked)

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Stiles sat at the dingy desk gazing out the window, anxiously waiting for a car to pull in. She had text Scott the room number and motel name over an hour ago when he said they landed and would be there soon. She had taken a shower and slipped on a faded red plaid shirt with high rise levi shorts and put her black converse back on. She only grabbed that outfit so she would have to have Lydia take her shopping. Her friend was still in the shower, nervous about Scott's arrival. Stiles assured her that she would be fine and the pack would love her. Stiles jumped at every car that passed by, not one pulling in yet. She sighed and opened a bag of sour patch kids and shoved a few in her mouth. She finished the package within seconds, then reached for a bag of chips.

''You're stress eating. '' The raven haired girl laughed while wrapping a thin towels around her head and stole a chip out of the bag. She seemed more relaxed now that the hot shower washed away the days events. She brushed her long black hair and loosely braided it. ''When will they be here?''

''Shouldn't be much longer. Maybe ten minutes. '' Stiles forced a smile. She wasn't nervous to see Scott and them, she was nervous that any second now Deucalion would knock on the door and take them back. She wasn't going back without a fight. She wasn't going to be helpless any longer, she told herself over and over.

She grabbed another pack of chips and was going to open it when two yellow cabs pulled in and rolled up a few spaced away from the room. She jumped up and pressed her face on the window. The first person she saw was Scott. He got out and looked around saying something to someone in the car. Stiles ran to the door and flung it open. Her and Scott locked eyes at the same time. She burst out in tears and ran to him, flinging herself into his arms. She jumped up and wrapped her long legs around his waist. His back hit the cab with unexpected  force and he slid down the car. They sat on the ground and he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

''Scotty.'' She whispered, voice breaking, '' I'm so glad you're here.'' She looked up at him and for the first time in two years, she didn't have a forced smile. He was about to say something when Isaac climbed out of the car, holding Lydia's hand.

They knelt down to where Scott and Lydia were still sitting and Isaac whimpered catching Stiles attention. She looked at him and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her face into his hair, scent marking him. ''Oh my pup!'' Stiles crooned, he rolled his eyes at the nickname and squeezed her tighter.

She let go of Isaac and hugged Lydia with so much force that Lydia's back cracked. ''Dang Stiles you got strong. Oh my god, your hair.'' That comment made all of them laugh. Lydia ran her fingers threw the shaggy hair. '' It fits you''. Lydia admitted.

Someone walked up behind them and Scott and Isaac perked up at that and gazed up at the girl.

'' Scotty, Isaac this is my friend, Kira.'' Stiles gestured to her, standing up and grabbing her hand.'' Kira this is Scott, the alpha, and Isaac, who is a beta.''

''N-nice to m-meet you. ''Kira stuttered, eyes locked on Scott. He walked up to her and stuck out his hand to shake. She grasped it and they continued to look into each others eyes. Scott got a goofy grin on his face before shaking it off and started talking to the girl.

''What is this Stiles?'' Malia growled behind them. Stiles turned to face the coyote, a look of sorrow etched into her face.  

''Malia. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I didn't want to risk anyone's life. Please forgive me.'' Stiles grabbed Malia's hand and stepped closer.

''This could have been handled a lot better Stiles. You know we could have handled this. You didn't have to go with him.'' Malia huffed out, still holding Stiles hand.

''He killed my dad. I was scared he would have killed Scott or someone else close to me. I couldn't let him go after him Malia. You don't-'' Stiles stopped before she said to much and regret it later on. She glanced behind her at Isaac, Scott, Lydia and Kira still talking.  ''I did what thought was right, and I'm not sorry for that'' Stiles looked down at her worn converse and shrugged her shoulders. Malia huffed and pulled Stiles in for a hug.

''Where is he?'' Stiles questioned. She craned her head to look above Malia shoulder and saw Derek standing there with his hands in his pockets seeming really interested in the pebbles on the ground. Stiles sighed threw her nose and slowly strolled over to him, feeling the packs eyes at her back. She was about a foot away from him when he finally looked up, green eyes piercing her like the first time he looked at her.

''Hey.'' She muttered, nerves rolling off her.

''Stiles.'' He nodded his head. ''I'm glad you're okay.'' Stiles shook her head at the greeting.

''Thanks. How have you been?'' She didn't really feel awkward, it was more of a tension feeling.

''Stiles, how do you think I've been? Especially since finding out that you risked your life for me?'' He threw his  hands up and then pulled at his hair. ''Why did you do this Stiles? Look at your face! And don't think I cant smell the sadness, fear and anxiety on you because I can! Stiles, this is insane, what were you thinking?'' He slammed his hands on the can and the driver yelled out a 'hey!' and shook his head.

''I was thinking that the people I cared about were in danger.'' Stiles said softly.

''Look, just go get your things so we can go back to Beacon Hills.'' Derek closed off immediately, just as fast as he opened up. He climbed into the cab and slammed the door shut, making Stiles jump.

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Stiles and Kira sat in silence during the cab ride to the airport, hands clutching one another. They didn't have anything with them so there wasn't a need to do bag checks. Stiles just wanted to get home. Although, there wasn't much of a home to go to, with her father being gone.  She asked Scott about her house and he told her that Isaac and Liam were keeping up the yard work and Lydia had hired a maid to clean the house once a week. She rubbed at her temples, trying to relieve the pain there. A hand grabbed her forearm and she felt the headache vanish. She gave Isaac a soft smile as a thank you and laid her head on his shoulder.

Kira and Scott seemed to be hitting it off and were chatting up a storm waiting for there plane. She glanced over at Derek and he had his arms crossed and the infamous scowl sketched on his face, eyebrows narrowed.
"He's just mad." Isaac whispered to her, nudging her shoulder with his.
"He won't just tell me he's mad at me. He won't let me in" She told him, voice low so only he could hear.
"Give him time Stiles. You know how he is." He gave her a reassuring smirk and went back to a book on French art that he picked up at the airport convenience store.

Finally, they got on the plane and settled into their seats. Stiles gripped the arm rest and took a calming breath. She was safe, and headed home. Whatever was thrown at her now, she would battle it with her pack behind her. She glanced around the corner and let her eyes fall on a particular werewolf. His eyes flicked up, feeling her gaze on him. He narrowed his eyes and looked back at his book. She turned back around, but not before she caught the small smirk on his face.