Hello! I'm so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I took so long to update. But I have free time right now so I'm gonna post a quick chapter. Also, I wanted to announce that I have a new Stiles Stilinski fanfic posted called Athena Martin. I should be posting the Jungkook fanfiction sometime soon. Also, if anybody has a request for a fanfiction or quick imagine, there's a form posted on my account to fill out. The instructions are in the post, so if you have any request, fill out the form and send it to me. That's about it and I hope everyone has had a great Christmas and New Year!
-Recap-
"Lyrica, you need to rest. Go to sleep." Derek quietly says, combing my hair out of my face.
"Okay." I mutter before darkness consumes me.
-Time Skip-
-Days Later-
(Lyrica's P.O.V.)
Derek is standing behind Stiles' door and I'm laying on his bed when he enters. Not noticing us, Stiles walks over and sits at his desk.
"Stiles?" Noah asks from the hallway.
"Yo Da-Derek?" Stiles says, spinning around in his chair, noticing Derek. Derek rapidly gestures for Stiles to go distract our father, making me giggle.
"What'd you say?" Noah asks when Stiles walks out. I sit there, quietly giggling as Derek gets bored and starts making faces at me.
"Lyrica, could you shut up for a minute?" Stiles shouts, making me laugh harder, much to my own dismay as my still healing wound painfully pulls.
"Lyrica's in there?" Noah asks. "I thought she was at home resting?"
I take that as my cue to get up, with the silent help of Derek, and walk over, revealing myself.
"I'm technically only supposed to be resting if I feel pain. I'm good for now." I say with a chuckle.
"Okay, well, I'm headed out. But I'll be there for the first game." Noah says. I tune out the rest of their conversation until Noah leaves. Stiles and I walk back into his room.
"If you say anything." Derek growls, pinning Stiles against the door.
"What? Like, 'Oh hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun?'" Stiles fires back. "Yeah, I'm harboring your fugitive ass. My house, my rules, Buddy."
Upon seeing Derek still holding Stiles, I sigh before tiredly placing my hand on Derek's shoulder.
"Let him go. He bruises easily." I say, causing Derek to drop Stiles.
I go and lay back on Stiles' bed, listening to him and Derek talk.
"Have you got any leads on who sent that text?" Derek asks, leaning over Stiles' shoulder to see his computer screen.
"Not yet. I'd have to trace the number."
"So why don't you?" Derek asks once again.
"I don't know how." Stiles replies. "But I know someone who does."
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"Stiles, we're lab partners. I came here to do lab work." Danny sighs, sitting beside Stiles. "What makes you think I know how to trace a text, anyway?"
"I may have looked up your arrest reports." Stiles says, making me chuckle.
"I-I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny stutters before changing the topic. "What's Mrs. Hale doing here?"
"Uh-Uhm..." Stiles trails off, trying to come up with a believable lie.
"Good God, Stiles." I groan, painfully sitting up from my position. "Is it really that embarrassing to just say that your music teacher is also your sister?"
"You guys are siblings?!" Danny exclaims, surprised by the news.
"Yeah." I laugh. "He's, quite literally, my brother from another mother."
"That's cool." Danny shrugs. "Now can we please do our homework?"
"Fine." Stiles groans, pulling out his work.
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Stiles and Danny have been working for about an hour now. Or rather, Stiles has been. Danny keeps getting distracted by Derek, who is silently reading a book beside me.
"Yo, Danny?" Stiles asks, waving his hand in front of his face.
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Are you paying attention?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah." Danny quickly replies. "But who is he?"
"Him?" Stiles asks, pointing to Derek. "Oh, he's my cousin... Miguel."
At the name, Derek looks up and glares at Stiles, making me giggle. Derek smiles at me before glaring at the boys again.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asks.
"Oh. Yeah. He gets these horrible nose bleeds." Stiles says, gesturing to his nose. "Hey Miguel, I thought I said you could borrow one of my shirts?"
Derek sighs and slams his book closed before shrugging off his jacket and shirt, walking over to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out an orange and blue striped shirt, slipping it over his head.
"What'd you think about that one, Danny?" Stiles asks the boy who's staring at my husband.
"I don't think it's really his color." Danny says, unwavered by Derek's heavy glare.
Derek sighs and strips off the shirt, looking through the drawer until he finds a suitable shirt. He quickly puts it on and sits back in the same chair as before.
"You swing for the opposite team but you still play ball don't ya, Danny Boy?" Stiles says, causing Danny to glare at him.
"You're a terrible person." Danny fires back.
"I know, it keeps me up at night." Stiles shrugs. "So about that text?"
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny sighs.
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"It was sent from that computer?" Stiles asks, earning a nod from Danny.
"Under that name?" Derek asks, making Danny nod again.
"How is that possible?" I ask. The name on the screen reads Melissa McCall.
Edit: May 8, 2020. In case you were wondering why I left the time stamps in bold at the beginning of the chapter instead of the usual italics, It's because the recap is italicized and I needed the time stamp to stand out.
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