Worlds Apart (Teen Wolf)

3 - The Church

        My favorite blue Jeep is the best vehicle ever because I had so many adventures in this thing. One of my favorites memories is when Stiles and I went on our first date and the jeep broke down. He felt terrible for having us stranded in the middle of an empty road. Stiles apologized profusely that night. I made the best of it. I thought it was great. Stiles had plans for us to go to this restaurant and, instead, we played music off of my phone and we danced in the middle of the road until the tow truck showed up.

        Normally, I would sit in the passenger's seat while Stiles drove. This time, however, with me being dead and them off to The Church, I've been forced to sit on Stiles' lap. He can't feel me or see me, so it's really not that big of a deal. I've also made sure that if he moves his arms or anything, they will just pass right through me. I stretch my legs over the console and onto Scott's lap in the passenger seat. 

        Braeden is leading us to The Church ahead of us on her motorcycle. We are completely surrounded by a desert. There's a lot of dead looking trees and shrubs. 

        "Will someone talk or play some music?" I poke Stiles cheek. "This silence is killing me." I sigh, hating the fact that they can't hear me. I peer up at Stiles. "You know," I reach up to run my fingers through Stiles' hair, except I can't feel how soft it is. My fingers go right through it. "I really like your hair like this. I'm glad you grew it out."

        Malia leans forward between the two boys. "Okay, I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent?"

        "Not the conversation I was looking forward to, but I guess it will do." I shrug my shoulders, setting my hands back in my lap. 

        Kira raises her hand in the air. "Uh, I'd like to know, too."

        "Well, we were at her funeral." Stiles taps the steering wheel. "So, I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground." 

        "She was never in it." Scott says. 

        "I never met Aunt Kate." I flick my eyes over to Scott. "I came to Beacon Hills right after all of that went down. And, she hated my dad because he refused to get into the whole Argent family hunting business. Therefore, she hated me."

        Lydia had been quietly staring out of the window for the whole drive. For the first time, she looks away, saying, "She was Allison and Carter's aunt. And a total sociopath." Lydia stares back out of the window at the mention of mine and Allison's names. 

        Stiles' hands grip the steering wheel, tightly. I slide my hand over his, except my hand goes right through his. I clench my hand, annoyed. One day, I will become strong enough for him to feel my touch. I just need to work on it. 

        "You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." Kira says from the backseat. She must have heard Scott sigh when Lydia said our names. 

        Malia gives Kira a look to shut up. "Um, yes, he does."

        Scott exhales. "Yeah, she's right. You guys should know. You need to know."

        Stiles wringes his hands on the wheel. "Alright. Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek's family."        

        "She may be blood, but I agree with Lydia, Aunt Kate was a sociopath." I glance behind Stiles' seat, where Lydia has her lips pressed together. "Dad always told me little stories about his siblings that made me thankful that we were all the way in France and they were in California."