The Eclipse 🐺

Chapter Forty: What Could Be

Deaton had gotten a call from Allison and Kira to help the twins and Isaac with the problem they were having. Scott still wasn't back, but Melissa and I had taken Stiles up stairs to Scott's room so he could change out of those army clothes and get a bit of rest. But Melissa gave him a check over, as I remained downstairs, waiting for Scott to come back.

I paced around the living room, as I cleaned up the salt as we didn't need it anymore. Memories of what happened in Stiles's head had came flooding back, as I couldn't believe it. I came to a halt, in front of the couch Stiles was on. I lower my gaze to my belly, and slowly placed my hand onto it. My palm pressed against my shirt until I was flat on my abdomen. Wondering what it would be like to be pregnant and start a family of my own, keeping my legacy  alive for my own family...

Suddenly, the front door to the house rushes open, and I see Scott enter, and his eyes wondered to mine, as he saw what I was doing. "You ok?" He asks, as he steps forward to look at me. I lower my hand from my abdomen, as this was going to play on my mind until I told someone.

"In Stiles's head. I had a weird, but realistic dream," I had began, as he stood and listened. "I was in Derek's loft with him, but I was..." I lowered my gaze from Scott's and placed my hand back on my abdomen. "Pregnant," I sighed as I bring my eyes back to meet Scott's who just looked like he was processing the information. "I know it sounds unbelievable and crazy, but I felt every moment of it. I felt the baby," my voice soft as Scott came forward and embraced me into a hug, but I was a bit confused right now on why he was hugging me...

"I believe you," his spoke softly into my ear, as he finished hugging me and pulled back. "Doesn't sound crazy. I had an experience with Allison. We was in her closest and we were dating but I know we wasn't," I held soft eyes as it must have been hard for him to feeling all that emotion again. He gave me a soft smile before he turns his back to me and began to walk away.

"Thank you, Scott... For everything." I had spoken, my tone meaningful, making him stop and turn back to face me, a warm smile on his face. He didn't say a word as I knew what we were feeling right now... He turns back around and heads upstairs to check on Stiles.

I smile to myself as these people; Allison, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, even Kira is growing on me. These are the most important people in my life right now, and I'm glad that I came back to Beacon Hills when I didn't, because I wouldn't have met them...

"Hello, Miss Harper," A female voice that I hadn't heard before came to ear, making me spin around to look at a woman who was in her thirties, maybe. I narrowed my eyes at her while frowning... "I'm Noshiko Yukimura-"

"Kira's Mother," I had spoken before she could finish, she nods and smiles at me. But we couldn't talk anymore as Scott and Stiles, with the help of Melissa, enter the room.

"Do you recognise me?" Noshiko had asked Stiles, as her eyes was fixed upon him. But Stiles didn't say anything, and pulled away from Scott's hold and took a few steps forward.

Just then, the kitchen door had opened and slammed shut, as Kira came forward. "Stop," she had said, but her mother places her hand out, stopping her from advancing.

"It's ok. I'm the one who asked her to come," Stiles had said, so that's why she was here. Stiles had came to stand next to me, I smile to him for a moment, before going to stand next to Scott and his Mom.

"You're the one who's going to get stabbed with swords. Mom, don't do this to him," Kira had said, worried for Stiles's safety, but I feel that there was no choice now...

"It's already done," Noshiko had said and suddenly, a swirl of darkness had appeared in the living room. It was the one of the Oni, but another one had materialised in front of Stiles. Before he could do anything, the Oni grab him, one at the front and one at the back. The front Oni grabs his side of his head and it's eyes started to glow that colour and began to search his soul...