Directions (Sequel to Paths//Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

Scott and Stiles made their way home a few days before I did. I stayed at Matt's house for a little while, as I had learnt Elena had burnt down our home, where we were raised and lived with our family. She destroyed it.

I opened my door, being greeted with the cold of an empty house.

I sighed, walking in. The funeral was beautiful, exactly what Bonnie deserved. Although she didn't deserve to die.

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"Hello?" I croaked over the phone, jet lag eating away at any comfort in my bed.

It was 4am, I don't have a clue why i'm getting a phone call at 4am.

"Hey, Clara. Can I ask a favour?" Stiles voice sounded. I sat up, swinging me feet to the side of the bed.

"Mhm" I mumbled, standing up and opening my closet. I can just tell i'm not going to get anymore sleep tonight.

"I need you to pick me up"

I sighed, pulling down my shorts with one hand and taking out a pair of jeans.

"No problem, where are you?" I asked, putting my phone on loud speaker and laying it down so I could put on my jeans, my dark green tanktop and black converse.

"Half way down 3rd" Stiles answered and i combed through my hair lazily, pulling it up into a high ponytail.

"I'll be there soon, babe" I said, waking up a little more as I picked up my keys and phone.

"I love you" Stiles replied, hanging up. He sounded utterly dead, his voice was thick and groggy, his tone heavy and sad.

I made my way down the street, pulling up next to Stiles, the Jeep being towed away. I sighed as he opened the passenger door, staring at his Jeep as it was taken away. I really felt for the guy, not only did that Jeep contain memories, deep memories. With Scott, and Lydia, even Malia and of course me. But it was his mom's. One of the only things he had left of her.

He got in, turning up the heating in the car as I started to drive.

"Can they fix it?" I asked, eyes on the road but slightly glancing to him, seeing bags under his eyes, sweat on his forehead and a frown on his lips.

"Not enough duct tape on the planet to fix her" Stiles mumbled, wiping his lips. I bit my lip, gripping the wheel tighter.

"We'll find a way, Stiles. We always find a way"

I drove Stiles to the Sheriff's station, the sun starting to rise.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" I asked, Stiles shook his head.

"This might take a while, Clar" He deadpanned, his grip on my hand tightening as he ran his thumb over my knuckles repeatedly. He was trying to comfort me, when I should be comforting him. He was worried, but I was okay. 

"Are you going to tell him about Donovan?" I asked, biting my lip. Stiles blinked a few times, clearing his throat.

"You know?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, laying my other hand on top of his.

"I know you, Stiles. Better than anyone and sometimes better than yourself. I noticed the bite on your shoulder, your weird behaviour and how you kept rambling about self defence. I noticed, Stiles. I always notice" I said, looking him in the eye as his eyes teared up a little, using his free hand to wipe his eyes.

"I killed someone, Clara" Stiles said. I nodded, biting my lip.

"You protected yourself, and your father. All you've ever done is protect everyone" I whispered, stroking a hair away from his face.

"It doesn't matter to me, you should know that. I know what self defence is, Stiles" I said, focusing on my hand brushing his hair out of his face.

"It matters to me" Stiles replied. I looked down to his eyes and nodded, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek.

Stiles got out the car, going to close the door, turning back to me as I shouted for his attention.

"Stiles, this is your father. He'll understand"