The Evolved

Settled

Songs for this chapter Ruelle- secrets and lies
Fears - MTNS (Derek and Stiles are talking)
Weaker girl - BANKS

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Stiles slowly woke to her shoulder being lightly shook by Scott. She yawned and looked up at him, rubbing her red, tired eyes. She took in her surroundings and looked at the lofts entrance before looking back at Scott.
"Are you sure, I can still take you and Kira to your house, but I know you're not ready." Scott had explained during the flight that Him and Isaac lived in the loft now and it was in his name. He had asked if she wanted to go home or come with him after they got off the flight.
"No, I can't be there yet." Stiles woke up Kira and all three walked up the stairs, legs heavy. Stiles looked behind her and was about to ask Scott where did the rest of the pack run off to, when he turned towards her.
"I sent the pack on patrols, for you know, to keep an eye on the borders."

"What about D-" Scott cut her off and told her he fled when they landed and they haven't talked to him. Scott ignored the smell of sadness and disappointment rolling off her. The girls immediately curled up on the plush leather sofa, taking in the loft. "Are you guys hungry?" Scott's muffled voice asked.
Stiles perked up and noticed her stomach was growling.
"Peanut butter and honey sandwiches?" He laughed and said something about old habits. The girls were both in a big shirt of Scott's, since they didn't pack any clothes with them, when Scott brought out a huge plate of sandwiches, he stumbled a moment at the sight of Kira in one of his shirts but didn't comment on it.

They sat around eating and making small talk until Stiles and Kira yawned and headed up to the guest room where they piled in a king sized bed. It had a fluffy grey comforter with dark grey silk sheets. Stiles thought it felt like butter on her skin. They slid under the warmth and scooted close to each other, like they always did when Stiles snuck into Kiras room when they were with Duecalion.
"What now?" Kira asked, rolling in her side to face Stiles.
"I need to go check into selling the house. That is my childhood home, where I had both of my parents. It's not that place anymore. To many bad memories there now." Stiles knew this is what she had to do. She wanted to hold on to the good memories. She knew if she stayed in that house all she would see when she walked in or out of the front door was her father's bloody body on the floor. When she would cook or make a pie, she would hear the silly songs her mother would hum while she rolled out pie dough.
"We could get an apartment together." Kira debated.
"I figured that was already set in stone." Stiles giggled.
"We'll start looking after you sell that house." Kira rolled in her back and sighed. "So is Scott single?" Stiles busted out laughing at that and kira whipped her head to the side and broke out in laughter at the sight. She had never saw Stiles laugh like this. Like a clutching belly, full bodied, tears flowing laugh.

***
The next morning, Lydia stormed into the loft, full diva mode.
"Alright ladies, time to go shopping." Stiles groaned around a mouthful of cereal and rolled her eyes. "Oh hush, are you not the one who mentioned you needed clothes?"
"Yes, but I didn't mean first thing the next day. I just got here Lydia." Stiles groaned.
"Stiles, you can't wear Scott's clothes forever." She flicked the old faded shirt Stiles had slept in.
"One night, Lydia" Stiles stated." But I guess you're right. Let's just not take all day, I have shit to do."

Lydia dragged them from store to store. While they were in Macy's, Stiles picked out a red plaid shirt with gold sequin patches on the elbows and dark skinny jeans to go with it. When she showed Lydia, she lifted a perfect eyebrow and nodded with approval. She continued to scout the racks and picked up a navy blue off the shoulder sweater.
"You should get that." A voice said behind her.

Stiles whirled around and came face to face with Matt Daehler. She hasn't seen Matt since graduation day. She always thought the guy was a little high strung and creepy.
"Hey Matt, how are you?" She asked, putting the sweater in with her items she needed to purchase.
"Doing well, how about you? You look great." He commented. "What happened to your face?"
Stiles touched her cheek and felt her face flush." I am so sorry that was rude."

Stiles tried to laugh it off and waved a her hands around in front of her. "I'm doing good, thank you and car accident." She chose to answer all of his questions. She fumbled with the clothes hangers in her hand and started to feel weird.
"I know this is very forward, we haven't talked since graduation, but would you like to have coffee with me?" Matt invited.
"You know I just got back into town last night and I haven't settled in or anything." She couldn't help the flash of Derek's face that appeared into her mind.
"I get it. Hey, it was really nice seeing you." He smiled at her and started to walk backwards. Stiles nodded and told him the same and looked at the bundle of clothes she still needed to try on. Before she headed towards the dressing room, she could have sworn she heard the shutter of a camera.

***
That night, the pack all gathered at the loft. Minus Derek. They had all sat around the living room talking with Kira, wanting to know everything about her. They were told she was a kitsune and her parents had died a long time ago, and she had hopped from foster home to foster home untill she turned eighteen. She had settled down in a small town for a few years when Duecalion came across her and found out about her power. He demanded he have her, and that was it. They all sat around and ate pizza, like old times. Stiles had poured her third mixed drink when Derek walked into the loft. Stiles grabbed her cup and walked out onto the balcony. She let the cool air kiss her skin and took a long swig of her drink. She shouldn't let her emotions get the best of her. She used to be so good at masking these feelings. She could be around Derek for hours and nobody around her would know what she was feeling. She shoved her hair back with her hand when the balcony door slid open. She felt the goosebumps on her skin rise.
"Hey." Derek said, leaning his muscled forearms on the railing.
"Hi."Stiles felt so off around him, she honestly didn't know how to act now.
"How are you feeling?" He questioned. He looked at her profile and had to control his hand from wanting to stroke the bruised skin.

"I don't know." She said."It feels like...like I'm going to wake up any second and I'll be back in his bed, with his arms wrapped around me. I feel like any second now I'll wake up and I'll still be his little bitch." She had way to much to drink, she would have never said this if she were sober.
"You know, I tried, for two years I tired to stop thinking about you. I would tell myself everyday I would go to him, tell him I was leaving and to go ahead and kill you. Everytime I would go to tell him, I imagined you," She turned towards him, pointing to her head. "I imagined you in front of me with blood all over you, lying in front of me, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't risk it. " Derek was still looking at her. Eyes filled with tears. Stiles was looking at him like she needed him to say somethin.
"Stiles...I.." He stopped talking. He shook his head and looked at the ground. Stiles grabbed his arms and when he looked at her, pure rage filled her face. She was crying, but rage was evident.

"Why won't you let me in Derek?" She cried. "I know I've only been back one full day, but you've never let me in. I know you know I feel this way for you. Fuck, I gave up my life for you. Let me in Derek" She held his gaze for what seemed like and internity. When he didn't say anything she grabbed her glass and hurled it at the wall. She looked at him, breath ragged.
"You should go back to Mexico." She harshly whispered. She turned on her heal, glass crunching under her feet and she slammed the lofts sliding door. She shoved herself into the restroom and sat down on the toilet, and broke down. She let the last two years out. She grabbed a hand full of tissues and wiped her eyes. She looked in the mirror and looked at her eyes, red and swollen. Her lips looked almost blue, skin pale. She threw the tissues in the trash and walked out.