Teen Wolf 1. Chapter 1 - Hey y'all

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is not mine – hope y'all like this story! Enjoy – please R&R J**

Kayla blew a strand of long hazelnut hair away from her face, letting out a sigh. She had been sitting here in this blinking office for the past twenty minutes and no one had turned up to give her the schedule or even told her anything about what she was doing.

Okay rewind. Kayla thought back to yesterday where she and her mother had moved here, to Beacon Hills, hoping to start afresh. Kayla didn't really care where they went as long as they got far away from Louisiana as possible. She wasn't born there, lived there since she was eight, and was glad to get away – too many bad memories. Although, she was ashamed to say she had a slight southern drawl in her voice, not too noticeable but it was still there all the same.

"Sorry to keep you waiting miss… Hale" The principle apologised, glancing down at his paper and seeming a little shocked at her name. Oh cousin, what have you gotten into? Kayla thought with a smirk.

"It's no problem" She said, extending her hand, "As long as I haven't missed too much – we got held up"

"Nothing that I'm sure you can't catch up on" The principle smiled warmly though Kayla could tell he was just a tad nervous.

"Do you need me to show you to your class?" He asked and Kayla shook her head, taking the schedule from him and adjusting the messenger bag on her shoulder.

"No I'll manage, I'm not scared of a couple of high school kids" She reassured him, looking down at her schedule. She had English first. Oh well, it could be worst… it could've been chemistry. Kayla shivered just thinking about it.

"That's good to know" The principle chuckled just as the first bell rung, alerting them to the fact school was officially starting, "Good luck with your first day Miss Hale and if you need anything don't be scared to holler"

"Oh trust me – I won't" She smirked, turning on her heel and striding from the office. Honestly she never really understood why people were nervous on their first day. If people didn't like you they didn't like you – big deal, nothing to cry over. A few students stared at her as she walked along the halls but she paid no heed, placing her earphone bud in one ear and bobbing her head to ACDC 'Highway to Hell'. She was totally at ease as she strode into the already full classroom, looking as though she was comfortable here and that was when Stiles was alerted to her presence.

"Dude – is that another new girl?" Stiles exclaimed, whacking his friend, who sat in front of him, on the arm. The girl somehow managed to look bored, amused and perky all at the same time as her eyes roamed the classroom.

"How would I know?" Scott retaliated, "I know just as much as you"

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Stiles smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah Miss Hale… welcome" The teacher greeted, "If you'd like to take the free seat at the back – I'll spare you the embarrassing introductions" pointing to an empty seat next to Stiles and Stiles felt his eyes go wide. Hale? Hale? HALE?

"Thanks" The girl replied and Stiles hit Scott's arm again, leaning forward quickly, "Scott did he say Hale? As in Derek Hale? The big bad scary werewolf Derek Hale?" He demanded in a hushed whisper, his eyes wide.

"Yes but… it's impossible – Derek's family is gone, he said so himself" Scott claimed, looking just as shocked as Stiles felt.

"Clearly not" Stiles managed as the 'Miss Hale' walked confidently down the aisle, directly towards his general direction and he tried to apply his 'It's-all-cool-here-nothing-to-see-face', running a hand through his hair. If she did happen to be a werewolf then he had to keep it together – no need to get ripped apart over sending her the wrong 'vibe'. The girl wore dark blue jeans accompanied by simple black flats and a purple V-neck T-shirt that showed a sliver of her midriff. Stiles gulped nervously.

From the corner of his eye he watched her get comfortable in her seat, taking out her notebook and pulling her long hair over one shoulder, eyes to the front. Both he and Scott were trying to, unsuccessfully, stare at her without bringing attention to themselves but, clearly failed, as she raised her eyebrows at them.

"You two are not all that good at the whole 'discreet' thing y'know? Ya may wanna work on that" She whispered in their general direction, twiddling her pen in her hands, smirking.

"W-What… we w-weren't staring… we were just-"Stiles stuttered, his heartbeat racing- oh god not another werewolf enemy, and a Hale all the same.

"Yes you were" She interrupted, "Now why? Do we know each other?" She asked teasingly as though she already knew the answer but was just playing with them. The teacher started his lecture though stiles completely ignored him.

"No… n-no, do we?" He laughed nervously, right hand resting on his head, "I don't think we do, no, no we d-don't" Stiles added and the girl turned her head towards him, light green eyes glistening with amusement.

"Try saying that without the stutter" She smirked, eyes flitting between him and Scott, "But I assume it's to do with Derek and his 'wolfishness' so don't worry Mr large-brown-puppy-dog-eyes" She said, directing the last of her sentence to Scott, "Your secret is safe with me" And with that she winked before diverting her eyes and facing the front of the class again.

Stiles felt his mouth pop open. Okay then, definitely a Hale – A Hale that knew Derek, knew about werewolves and knew about his best friend.

"Wait what? What do you-" He cut off by the teacher's sharp voice.

"Mr Stilinski, eyes to the front before I end up giving you a week's worth of detentions" The teacher snapped and Stiles nodded, face still slack with shock as he stared at the girl from the corner of his eye who was smirking in his direction.

"The name's Kayla and the pleasure is all mine" She whispered quietly before her lip quirked and she looked away, leaving Stiles completely and utterly speechless - quite a feat if he had to say so himself!

**Hope you all liked it - just a starter chapter to see if people do and if they do then I will write more, longer one! so please leave a review and peace out lovelies :)**


	2. Chapter 2 - Meetings

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When class ended Kayla couldn't help the smile that flitted across her face as she heard the two goofy boys - Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, Derek had informed her - running after her clumsily, no doubt wanting answers.

"Hey - wait up" Stiles shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her over to the wall, him and Scott on either side of her. Instead of looking intimidated she just smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Wow - wanna add manhandling as well as framing my cousin for murder to your sparkling record?" She asked sarcastically as the two boys stared down at her.

"Who _are _you?" Scott asked incredulously, shaking his head in confusion.

"Like I said to Stiles - Kayla Hale...Derek's cousin, just moved here last night" She introduced herself and Scott's eyes darkened.

"Last night..." Scott trailed off, a sudden thought occurring to him "Did you murder the person on the bus?" He asked dangerously and Kayla heard Stiles suck in a sharp intake of breath and scoffed.

"Please, even if I was a werewolf I wouldn't be as obvious as _that - _gimme a little credit" Kayla explained, watching as the students mulled around, looking just so so _so _eager to get to their next class.

"Wait, you're... not a werewolf?" Stiles asked, mouth slack and glancing at Scott, "But-but you're a Hale" He added, as if that explained everything.

"Just cos I'm a Hale doesn't mean I'm a werewolf" She said, rolling her green eyes.

"So you're human then" Scott sighed, saying it as though it was a statement and not a question. He shared a relieved glance with his friend but Kayla just shook her head.

"Nope... well, yes I guess but no" She sighed - she didn't have time to get into this right now - she may hate school but she at least wanted to make an okay first impression.

"Well thanks for clearing that up, really, I mean... everything is crystal clear now" She heard Stiles say sarcastically and let a smirk dance across her lips.

"Unless you wanna get into my biological anatomy... now, in the middle of the school corridors, with prying eyes... I suggest we leave it till later" And she held in a laugh as his cheeks darkened ever so slightly and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his caramel brown eyes flitting around nervously.

"So to sum it up-" Kayla cut Scott off, letting out a large, audible sigh.

"I'm Kayla Hale, Derek Hales fraternal cousin, I moved here last night from Louisiana, I'm by no means a werewolf and I did not kill the person on the bus, nor have I ever killed anyone before and if I did I wouldn't get caught, I live with my mom, I hate anything remotely healthy and my bra size is for me to know and you to find out - I'll see you in chemistry guys" And she smiled at them politely before turning on her heel and walking away, long chestnut hair flying behind her.

"Wh-What... well, she was... interesting" Stiles stuttered, right hand tapping against his leg. He was more than relieved she wasn't a werewolf - no need for a sixteen year old to have another mortal enemy but... what was she?

"Yeah" Scott agreed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "You know what this means, right?" He asked giddy, brown eyes full of excitement.

"No, what? You can share notes on your little werewolf project?" Stiles asked sarcastically but Scott paid no heed of it.

"It means she's on our side, right? I mean - she knows about werewolves... this could help us right?" Stiles glanced up, eyes falling on Kayla's figure as she turned a corner to head up the stairs to the chemistry lab. Well, if anything she didn't seem evil - unlike her cousin she seemed to actually have some social skills and even a personality - shocking right? Stiles threw an arm around his friend's shoulders, agreeing with him whole-heartedly.

"You know what bro - I think you might be right" but Scott's face fell, "But if she had nothing to do with the murder... then that only leaves me" And Stiles sighed. Great! Another problem to deal with.

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><p>Kayla was already sitting in her seat at the back of the chemistry lab as students started filling in, staring off into space. She was reluctant to come to Beacon hills with everything that was going on but it turned out to be... alright, dare she say. She had met a nice girl, Allison, who seemed sweet and genuine though a little subdued but that would all change once she got out of her shell and her other friend - Lydia. Lydia was... a lot to handle but Kayla could manage. When she first met Lydia the strawberry blonde raised her delicate eyebrows, taking in Kayla's image, puckering her lips and then sharing a glance with Allison whose look was almost pleading. The petite Barbie doll sighed and said, "I think if I work my magic on you then... you could be something special - but not as special as me of course - we can't have that happening" And Kayla laughed. Yes so it wasn't all bad.<p>

She hated chemistry, actually screw that, she loathed it so much she wanted to tear her own hair out and would even rather go on a shopping trip with Lydia - and trust her, that was quite a feat to accomplish. The stool next to her scraped across the floor loudly and she looked up, seeing the familiar short haired, fidgety boy she was talking with earlier.

"Wow Stiles, we meet again - what's next, you save me from a burning building?" She asked sarcastically, biting her lip when she realised what she had said. Her family did actually burn to death in a fire and no one saved them. Bad memories much?!

"Maybe... unfortunately Harris just has it out for me and Scott" He grumbled, running his hands over his short hair and then looking over to her... just staring and Kayla raised her eyebrows.

"You wanna say something Stiles?" She questioned, realising both of them weren't paying attention to their work.

"You're on our side right? Scott's and i's?" He asked intently and Kayla felt herself chuckling.

"Yeah sure... if we were at war - I mean you look like you have good aim, bad punches maybe, but you'd be a pro at handling the weaponry" And Stiles smiled, his foot bouncing up and down and Kayla realised he must always be like this - ADHD probably. It was certainly endearing though.

"Derek... you're cousin is-"

"A dick, severely rude, extremely aggressive?" She questioned and Stiles nodded, looking relieved she took his questioning the right way.

"All of the above and maybe more" Stiles agreed, leaning forward so he could talk more quietly - he was _not _going to get caught again, "But you'll help us? I mean... Scott's new at this and we could really do with a hand" And Kayla felt her whole body freeze. The last time she did something like this, helping out on the whole werewolf wagon, it was helping her brother out, and look at how much good that did? A hand waving in front of her face made her jump slightly and meet Stile's eyes.

"Of course" She promised just as a girl at the front jumped up and everyone raced to the windows, staring out eagerly. Huh - guess they must've found the alleged 'murdered' guy then, Kayla thought as she peered out over Stiles shoulder, rolling her eyes at the girly screams people let out as he flew forward on the gurney. Honestly? It was all as cliché as a horror movie - guy comes alive, girls scream. Kayla prided herself in the fact that she wasn't like that though many people just viewed that as weird.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good - he got up, he's not dead... dead guys don't get up" She heard Stiles say to a seriously freaked out Scott as she walked over to them, leaving the other freaking out people behind her.

"Actually some can - especially if rigor mortis hasn't set in or all the air hasn't been extracted-" Kayla cut herself off as she looked at Scott's pale and sweaty face and Stiles' 'seriously-I'm-trying-to-make-things-better' expression and smiled, "But yeah... he's obviously not dead so...congrats" She shrugged awkwardly and stood beside the pair.

"But... it means I did this" Scott said eyes wide and Kayla felt sorry for him - if it wasn't bad enough becoming a werewolf he had to deal with being a murderer as well? That was a tough break. Though, deep in her gut, Kayla didn't believe Scott did that. Maybe it was the floppy adorable hair or the puppy dog eyes but he certainly didn't look capable of murder - werewolf or not so that meant... who actually did it?

By the time lunch rolled around Kayla just wanted to go home - maybe play a bit of grand theft auto, maybe bake some cookies... anything rather than stay here in this hellhole. She got her lunch first, ahead of Allison in the queue and heard Lydia say they were going to sit with the 'two dorks' today. Considering the fact the 'two dorks' looked to be in a rather intense and private conversation Kayla speed walked to their table, dumping her lunch tray piled high with food next to the empty seat next to Stiles.

"Hey boys - just a heads up, there's gonna be a few people sitting with y'all today" She said and when all she received was identical confused glances she nodded her head to the direction Lydia was strutting towards them, all puckered lips and hips and strawberry blonde hair.

"I'm guessing by your flabbergasted looks she doesn't normally do this" Kayla stage whispered, laughing as she sat next to Stiles in the hard plastic chair and Danny took the other seat. By the time everyone was seated the boys just glanced at her as if to say 'what the hell' but she just shrugged, digging into her bowl full of fries.

She hated to say it but Kayla tuned out - again - because the conversation steered in the direction of the 'mountain lion' - like seriously? A mountain lion killed all those people? Yeah right - so she just kept eating and staring off into space until someone nudged her on the arm.

"What?" She asked irritated, glancing around at everyone that had their eyes on her.

"I was saying do you wanna come bowling with us tomorrow?" Lydia said, pointing to Jackson, Alison and Scott.

"Uh...think I'll pass thanks - I still have unpacking to do and-"

"Come on Kayla - then we can all get to know each other a little better... some more than others" Lydia said suggestively, twirling the fork around as she smirked to the left and Kayla followed her line of sight to a tall-ish blonde haired guy staring at her in appreciation.

"Still a nope - sorry" She said in that tone of voice which indicated how very un-sorry she actually was and noticed Stiles trying to hold back a smirk. Lydia sent her a pointed glare and a very obvious look saying "You better agree or else".

"So.. Hale huh? As in the actual Hales?" The blonde guy asked, clearly recognising the name from the house fire and Kayla turned her head, very slowly in his direction.

"Congratulations - in the whole five hours I've been here you've figured out my last name" She said in mock astonishment, holding a hand to her chest, "Really - A+ on that test" And a few people chuckled though Lydia just puckered her lips and looked away, unamused.

"Yeah well... a Hale? Never thought I'd see one" And she clenched her fists under the table, "I mean..." He leaned forward in his seat as if it was some big secret, "That house fire was just-" He trailed off, unable to find the right words but she just smiled sickly sweet, holding her hand under her chin.

"You carry on talking I'll cut off your testicles with a pair of garden pliers" She said sweetly before leaning back in her seat and hearing Stiles whisper to Scott, "Werewolf or not - remind me not to get on the bad side of her" - And that cheered her up considerably.

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><p>Stiles was driving about in his jeep, bored. His best friend was out on a group date which officially left him alone, for the whole night, completely abandoned or whatever. He past a house not too far from his house, only a few streets away, and saw someone he recognised. Kayla was hanging upside from a tree in her front yard, reading a book as she hung there, completely at ease. He slowed down and rolled down his windows, furrowing his eyebrows.<p>

"I wasn't aware you were part monkey" He called to her in a form of greeting, a small smile plastered on his lips. She lowered her book and smirked at him, giving herself a little swing and landing gracefully on her feet.

"Well everyone has to have a hobby" She grinned, pulling down her shirt and walking over to him, "Nice jeep" She said and Stiles scoffed - yeah right, this piece of crap thing? She raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah it's not all that great" He told her, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Really - I like it...it's quirky and different" She smiled, suddenly opening his door and unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Uh... what're doing? I think you're being a bit forward, I mean, we've just met... not that I'm complaining" He added, blushing as he realised what he had said and mentally smacking himself. Seriously? Did he just say that? Dammit Stiles he chastised herself. Kayla just smirked and rolled her eyes, pointing to her house.

"No - I just figured you'd want some answers, that and your boyfriend Scott is two-timing you with the beautiful new girl so you're all by yourself" She grinned and Stiles sent her a playful glare.

"Rub it in why don't you?" He grumbled and then suddenly became nervous, "Oh.. you m-mean... actually coming into your h-house?" He questioned as he slid out his jeep, tripping over his own feet but Kayla grabbed his arm, hauling him back up.

"Duh... and chill - it's not like I'm inviting you into my bed" She rolled her eyes again playfully, walking up her path and Stiles trailed behind her, eyes taking in the beautiful suburban, light grey house that was three stories high. His eyes widened in appreciation - parents must be well off then.

"Hey honey" A tall, blonde haired women walked out of the kitchen, a smile on her gentle features, "Glad to see you didn't break your neck hanging like that" She added and then her eyes fell on Stiles and he waved awkwardly before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Whose your friend?" The women asked and Stiles saw Kayla roll her eyes again - seriously? Didn't she get tired of doing that?

"Mom this is Stiles, he's from school" She said and Stiles shook her hand when she held it out, cursing himself for not wiping his palms on his pants beforehand. What? Meeting parents was always nervous, that and the fact he was in an actual _girl's _house - that itself was mind-boggling. Before he could say something like "Nice to meet you and thanks for producing such a beautiful daughter" Or something equally as embarrassing Kayla grabbed his hand and dragged him forwards.

"Yeah - he knows about werewolves, his best friend got turned, so I'm gonna make sure he's up to date" Kayla said and her mom nodded, as if talking about werewolves was completely normal topic of conversation for an evening chat.

"Of course just... never mind, I trust you" Her mom grinned and Kayla stopped halfway up the stairs, turning around abruptly making Stiles almost slam into her front.

"What? Keep my door open?" She laughed and Stiles blushed. See? Proof he had a right to be nervous in the first place.

"Yes mom I just met the guy and we're gonna go have hot, wild sex - ya might wanna invest in a pair of earplugs" Kayla said sarcastically, letting a chuckle escape her lips and Stiles could've just died right then and there. Kayla's hand slipped into his and practically pulled him up the stairs all the while listening to her mother shout up, "Just remember the safe talk we had Kayla" And Stiles let out a mortified groan. Oh dear god.

**So I hope you liked it - I was desperate for some stiles/Kayla bonding. Please please let me know what you think - reviews are really inspirational and they mean the world! I appreciate every one and every follow/favourite! thank you! :)**


	3. Chapter 3 - Explanations

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Stiles walked into Kayla's room, hovering over the threshold, staring in. While one part of his mind said 'It's just a room, geez Stiles get a grip' but the other screaming part was shouting 'You're going into a girl's room, a frigging girl's room, act cool'. His palms began to get sweaty and he fumbled about, limbs jumping every which way.

"You can come in you know" Kayla's voice floated to him and he could practically feel the smirk on her lips. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he stepped in carefully, almost like the carpet was on fire. Her room definitely shocked him. Instead of fluffy pink cushions or purple painted walls like most teenage girls her floor was strewn with DVD cases and books, a few items of clothing scattered about carelessly and Stiles thought that Lydia would have a fit if she saw that. Large boxes were piled up against plain beige walls and Stiles realised 'duh' - she had literally moved in twenty four hours ago, no time to unpack.

"I would apologise for the mess but that would be a total lie" Her voice broke Stiles out of his gaping and he snapped his head in her direction. She was sitting cross legged on her double bed, looking up at him expectantly.

"Seriously Stiles you can sit down... I don't bite" Her mouth turned up at the irony and Stiles repressed a snort - never thought he would see a Hale that _doesn't _bite.

"Uh... s-sure" He stuttered, seeing a computer chair next to her desk and hurried across, plonking himself on the spinning object and almost toppling over. She raised her eyebrows at his choice of seating but never commented. The silence was deafening and for the first time Stiles had no clue what to say. If he opened his mouth he would probably just make a complete fool of himself in front of a really pretty nice girl so talking first was out of the question.

"Right then... I'll start - what happened the night Scott got bit?" She asked and Stiles glanced up and met her eyes. She was good at being very blunt.

"Um... we went out one night, actually I kinda had to drag Scott out to search for the other half of a body" He started to say, flashbacking to that night and Kayla's eyes darkened and he realised why. Laura Hale - Kayla's cousin. He felt his mouth opening and closing as he desperately tried to think of something to say. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

"Laura... right, yes, carry on" She said, talking relatively calmly and her gaze bore into his. She looked under control despite the whole I-went-looking-for-your-dead-cut-in-half-cousin - but Stiles could see her clenching her jaw and how her back went rigid. He thought it best to just carry on before he mucked up any more.

"Anyway we got split up, Scott and I, and the next day at school he had this massive chunk taken out of his side, like... blood everywhere it was so cool" He gushed, remembering how excited he had been at the prospect of his friend getting attacked. Kayla smiled at his enthusiasm and she seemed to relax more - as long as Stiles refrained from bringing up anymore dead relatives. Yeah, that was a good plan.

"But if my math skills are right there was a full moon not long after that right? How did he deal with it?" She inquired, seeming genuinely interested.

"You mean apart from trying to rip my throat out? Great" Stiles said sarcastically, his right leg bouncing up and down.

"Don't take it too personally - my brother once put me in a coma for three days accidentally... the full moon messes with their judgements" She reassured and Stiles gaped. Before he could ask the questions that were desperate to spill from his mouth she spoke up.

"At least next full moon you'll be more prepared"

"Yeah... if it wasn't for your cousin" Stiles rolled his eyes, lounging back in the seat and moving from side to side to keep himself busy.

"Derek didn't do this" She protested and almost seemed to find it funny at his lack of knowledge. Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"Really? He's the only werewolf and he seems creepy enough to do it" He logic'd her and Kayla smiled, tilting her head to the side.

"Wow - you really have no idea about this stuff do you?" She asked rhetorically, patting the covers opposite her near the foot of the bed. Stiles would've been offended at that comment but he gulped noisily, his leg jittering more now that he was nervous. She wanted him on her bed? Since when did this happen? Gathering whatever guts he had Stiles leapt out of the chair and stumbled over to the bed, and, before he could change his mind, sat down gingerly to face her.

"Derek's a beta - he doesn't have the power to turn people, only Alpha's have that power" She stated and Stiles felt himself leaning forward in shock.

"What?" He exclaimed, mouth hanging open, "There's an Alpha roaming about and no one thought to tell us this?" He demanded, heart racing.

"That's Derek for ya - he can be as cryptic as anything but I can assure you he didn't turn Scott and... he's on your side. Laura was his sister - he just wants to avenge her" She said softly, eyes glazing over, "I mean... after the fire it was just him and her for six years, they depended on each other and, although he doesn't show it, her death tore him apart" She said and Stiles felt himself seeing another side to Derek Hale that he didn't before.

"But that doesn't excuse him acting like the world's biggest douche" She chuckled light-heartedly, trying to evaporate the tension that had built up in the air. Stiles let out a laugh, agreeing with her fully.

"So, this alpha... who is he?" He asked her, fully engrossed in the conversation. He needed to know this stuff - it was a best friend's duty.

"It could be anyone... quite literally and I don't know who but we'll find out" She reassured, leaning back against her headboard, "Scott has a connection to him - Derek is probably just trying to figure out how to exploit that" She said, frowning.

"I know he's your cousin and everything but I still hate him... I mean, seriously, what's with all the death threats?" He exclaimed, arms waving around wildly. Kayla chuckled, wrapping her arms around her pulled up legs.

"Believe it or not he's actually a big softie inside" She smirked, holding up a toy bear that sat beside her bed, "He gave this to me for my sixth birthday before pushing me on the swings for about three hours - he just doesn't like to show it - says it makes him 'vulnerable' or whatever" She scoffed, letting a small smile grace her lips.

"Are you sure we're talking about the same Derek because the one I know likes wearing leather and brooding" He exclaimed, pulling one leg onto the bed to make himself more comfortable. She laughed at that image and Stiles felt himself relax. So what if he was in a girl's bedroom? It wasn't as nerve racking as he first thought and Kayla was perfectly nice and had just the right amount of attitude - easy to get along with in Stile's book.

"Hey - maybe you could help on the next full moon? I was thinking of chaining Scott up, we could use a hand" He suggested, thinking that maybe having a more experienced pair of hands wouldn't be such a bad idea. Stiles saw her wince as he mentioned the full moon and cringed.

"I would... I really would if I could but..." She trailed off, looking at him through her eyelashes, "You know how I said I wasn't a werewolf?" And Stiles nodded. Yup - he remembered that moment as clear as a bell, probably because it shocked him so much he was close to having a heartattack.

"Well that's true - I'm no werewolf but certain cells in my body do possess the gene whereas others don't" She explained and Stiles tried to get his mind round that idea. What? So... she either was a werewolf or not. What? Huh? He was so confused. Kayla must've seen it plastered on his face because she leaned forwards and crossed her legs.

"Half of my cells in my body are human - the ones from my mom, whereas the cells from my dad are werewolf. Obviously while I was in the womb the two sets of cells didn't want to co-operate, acting like stroppy teenagers if I do say so myself, leaving me... like this - different" She explained, a smirk plastered on her face as she watched him fumble about, trying to comprehend what she had said.

"Are you serious?" He exclaimed, leaning forward to the point where he almost face planted the duvet.

"Yup" She said, popping the 'P', "So as much as I would love to help I'll be incredibly moody the whole day and then at night crawled up in bed as my body fights itself - fun eh?" She chirped, rolling her eyes.

"Is it painful?" The question slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself and mentally smacked himself around the head.

"Incredibly but its nothing I can't handle" She smiled warmly at him, eyes flitting to the door and him before groaning under her breath.

"What?" He asked, beginning to panic - did he do something wrong? He knew he'd do something wrong.

"My mom" She said and Stiles frowned but two seconds later he heard a knock at the door and the blonde woman - who he had yet to learn the name of - floated in, literally, Stiles had to glance down to check she actually had feet.

"I just thought you and your friend would want snacks" She said, carrying a tray piled high with chips, fries, candy and everything else Stiles had a sweet tooth for. He felt his mouth watering and had to remind himself not to drool because that would definitely make him look like an idiot.

"Thanks mom" Kayla said politely, taking the tray from her mom and Stiles' eyes followed it hungrily, "I can tell Stiles appreciates it" And that snapped Stiles out of whatever trance he was in.

"Right, yeah... thanks Mrs Hale"

"Please, call me Jody" She smiled and Stiles nodded, looking back to the food eagerly.

"Well I'll leave you kids to it" And just like that she was off, leaving just the pair of them alone again.

"Eat away" Kayla giggled, "Hell I'm going to" She said, shoving a handful of fries in her mouth and that was something Stiles admired. Most girls ate so delicately and Stiles always thought that was a complete waste - He always saw Lydia poking away at her salad but Kayla... she was different and Stiles definitely liked that.

By the time the two of them scoffed the food down it dark out and Stiles knew Scott would be back from his date soon - he owed his friend the truth that he had found out today.

"Thanks for the food, and the explanation, and the not hitting me like most would've by now" He said, pulling himself up from the bed, "Seriously it was a big help" He said and Kayla stood up with him, holding out his jacket that he took off in the middle of their conversation so he could reach the chips better.

"No problem" She smiled as he pulled on the beige material, "I'll see ya at school tomorrow Stiles"

He gave her a jittery wave and moved towards the door but her small, but relatively strong, hands stopped him and he looked around, not realising how close he actually was to her. Standing at about five foot seven she was only about four inches smaller than him which meant they were almost face to face and his breathing hitched.

She handed him over a small slip of paper which he took with shaky hands, his mind not focusing and almost dropping it.

"My number" She explained at his confused look, "Y'know, just in case ya need it" She smirked and gave him a wink, "Have a nice night Stiles" And like that she turned around and jumped back on her bed, leaving Stiles standing there like a frigging statue or something. Once he got his bearings he called out a quick 'goodnight' and shut the door behind him.

He took a couple of deep breaths at the top of the stairs before letting out a 'woop' and jumping about a foot in air, pumping his fist. Oh man, things were turning out way better than he expected. When he first heard that she was a Hale he was sure she would want to rip his throat out before the end of the week (and would probably end up doing that if he was to be honest with himself) but now? Now it was proven she was actually pretty frigging nice and actually seemed to enjoy spending time with him - When did he get so lucky? Holy cow a person from the opposite gender willingly gave him their number and _oh my god!_ He actually had to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't some sort of dream. Kayla Hale gave Stiles Stilinski her number. Stiles leapt down the stairs, excitement pounding through his veins as he ran from the house.

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><p>The next few days were relatively uneventful in Kayla's book - she went to school, she hung out with her friends, she came home and the routine started up again. Of course meeting Allison's dad was about the only exciting thing that did happen.<p>

_"Dad this is Kayla, she's new here too" Allison introduced them one day after school and Kayla shook his hand politely. She knew they were hunters, the Argents, and couldn't wait to see the look on Chris Argents face when he realised his daughter was hanging out with a Hale._

_"Hey Mr Argent - nice to meet you" She said, smiling at him._

_"You too Kayla..." He trailed off, obviously wanting a last name._

_"Hale - the name's Hale" She smirked as the 'friendly demeanour' dropped and he narrowed his eyes. Allison was too busy waving goodbye to Lydia to notice._

_"Now Mr Argent don't make a scene in the school parking lot" She smirked as she pulled a bit of wolfs bane from her messenger bag, holding it tightly in her hand just to prove a point, "I'm no werewolf and I promise I'm not gonna harm Allison or tell her what's going on" She vowed and he seemed to relax but his eyes still held that guarded look in them._

_He glanced at his daughter, looking between the two of them before nodding._

_"Well it was nice to see more of Allison's friends - maybe you could come over for dinner one day?" He suggested, and Kayla immediately knew it wasn't to get to know her better - it was to test her and she was happy to comply just to prove him wrong._

_"Of course" And that was the end of that conversation. She hated hunters, maybe she was bias on the subject but... Allison was her friend and she knew the Argents, at least her dad, went by a code - he wouldn't break it._

_"Were you just talking to the maniacal killing werewolf hunter?" Stiles asked as he walked up to her and Kayla nodded._

_"Yup - and boy you should've seen his face when I said I was a Hale" She let out a chuckle to face Stiles but his face was completely serious._

_"You are aware you're probably on his killing list now right? I mean - he's gonna want to kill you" Stiles exclaimed loudly and a few students walking passed stared at them curiously._

_"Chill Stiles - he knows I'm human" She said, patting his chest as they walked to their vehicles - though couldn't help but feel touched by his concern. She had some great friends here in Beacon Hills that's for sure._

Right now though Kayla was in the gym practising her gymnastics. Since she was a kid and her parents figured out she wasn't a werewolf like most others in their family they insisted on her getting self defense lessons and enrolled her in gymnastic classes - which she was incredibly thankful for. Most people always thought she was clingy and weak because she was a girl - Kayla hated that stereotype and loved to prove people wrong. Especially at her last school this one guy got too 'handsy' so she broke his arm. The guy had it coming though.

Staring out at the beam in front of her Kayla took a deep breath and bent backwards, hands searching for the beam as her back arched. The gym was empty because those that did have a free period either went to library, bunked off or played lacrosse so she had the whole space to herself. Or she thought she did.

"Come on Scott" Stiles whined, dragging his friend to the gym, "We need to test out your new abilities okay? Get a grip of them before they overtake you" Stiles explained as he pushed the gym door open, his eyes immediately taking in the very familiar figure. Kayla was bending backwards like some frigging tree monkey or something, flipping her legs over her body and standing up straight again before repeating the same action again and again, body effortleslly bending to her will.

"Holy crap" Stiles managed, eyes bugging out. The way her slim body moved was unbelievable. Stiles knew he was staring but he couldn't help himself, hell, any guy would be staring. It may be stalkerish or creepy but damn... he couldn't tear his eyes away. When she got to the end of the beam Stiles watched in complete fascination as she kicked off from the five foot high beam, back flipping a couple of times before landing steadily on her two feet.

Both him and Scott were silent as they watched and Kayla looked up, eyebrows raised.

"Hey guys" She greeted completely normally as if they'd bumped into each other at the mall and not saw her perform a freaking gymnast routine.

"Wh-What was that? That was frigging awesome" Stiles exclaimed, limbs flailing to prove how gob-smacked he was. Kayla smiled as they walked over to her.

"Growing up in my family it's good to have these skills" She explained, looking between the two of them, "You here to test Scott's skills?" She asked and Scott nodded, rather reluctantly.

"Stiles thought it was a good idea" Scott explained, feeling rather nervous at testing out Stiles' theory.

"All my ideas are good" Stiles claimed, hitting his best friend on the chest as Scott scoffed.

"Yeah right - remember fourth grade?" Scott asked and Stiles grinned.

"How could I forget? Man Mrs Milne's face was priceless" Stiles exclaimed loudly, laughing as he thought back to how he had convinced Scott to climb onto the school roof and well, it resuted in his best friend spraining his arm but still - the theory of becoming Spiderman was a good idea at the time - especially for a nine year old.

"You wanna help Kayla? Cos having Stiles as my gymnast coach may actually kill me" Scott asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. Since Stiles had explained to him that Kayla was definitely, definitely, on their side and was going to help them he had warmed up to the girl and become friends with her.

"Sure" She laughed, walking with them just as her cellphone buzzed and she glanced at it and Stiles noticed how all the colour drained from her face.

"I need to take a rain check guys... Derek's in trouble" She murmured, clear amber eyes round with terror.

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	4. Chapter 4 - bullet

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Kayla gripped the phone in her hand as tight as she could, looking up to the two boys that stood in front of her, varying looks of confusion plastered on their faces.

"What? Did the big bad wolf get a splinter in his paw?" Stiles mocked, a small chuckle escaping his lips at his own joke. Kayla glared at him as Scott whacked his friend over the head.

"Are you not done with the dog jokes?" Scott demanded as Stiles just shrugged.

"Look...I've gotta go" She excused herself from the two boys currently having a stare off and picked up her zip up cardigan off the floor, pulling it onto her body.

"Wait, you're gonna go now? School hasn't finished yet?" Scott asked and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah...and I'm bunking off" She announced, a slight edge to her voice as she took long strides across the gym hall and Stiles and Scott raced after her.

"Kayla, Derek's a big boy - I'm sure he can look after himself" Stiles scoffed and Kayla just rolled her eyes. Wow... Stiles really hated Derek even though she made it clear all this _wasn't _Derek's fault. Yeah, sure, Derek may not be her favourite person in the world but he was still family - and she didn't have a lot of that left so she would do what she had to do.

"He usually can" She agreed, shoving the gym door open, "But not now" She added, feet eating up the floor.

"Man... this guy is everywhere - we cant even escape him at school" Stiles exclaimed loudly, arms flailing around as if to prove his point that they were, actually, in school. That and to show his frustration at that fact. Kayla didn't even acknowledge the clear lack of care at her cousin's wellbeing, instead choosing to try and slow her heart rate down - Derek would be fine, he would be fine, he always was.

"He said he was at the lockers" Kayla murmured, looking around wildly. It was a big school and she still hadn't gotten used to the whole layout yet - well that and the fact she was beginning to panic. If Derek was actually asking for help then he must be in pretty bad condition.

"Where the hell are we?" She demanded, spinning around in a circle, completely lost. Everywhere looked the same - beige walls, classrooms lined up - she was just glad Scott and Stiles were following after her - they would surely know where to go.

"We're near the French room - the lockers are this way" Scott said, nodding his head to the right and down a long corridor. Kayla nodded, striding in the indicated direction.

"Okay, wait, hold up - what the hell is going on? Stiles is out of the loop here" Stiles said, dramatically pointing to himself as though they didn't know who he was.

"Are you deaf?" Kayla asked slowly and Stiles just frowned before shaking his head.

"No"

"Are you a moron?" She asked again and Stiles shrugged.

"Well I've been called a lot of things over the years but I don't think 'moron's' come up yet" He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as Kayla glowered at him.

"Then you have no excuse for not keeping up with the conversation - helping Derek, chop chop" She snapped, rounding the corner and seeing Derek slumped against the lockers looking like, well, death.

"Holy crap he looks dead... which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing" Stiles added in after thought and Kayla whacked his chest.

"Remember what I said about the garden pliers? I could use them on you too" She warned and he gulped and she could've sworn his legs turned inwards and had to hold back a smirk. What a way to shut him up. She slid up beside Derek, grabbing his shoulder to stop him from toppling over.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like you've gone ten rounds with the hulk" Kayla asked in astonishment, never before seeing her cousin look so frail. Derek's eyes were hollow with dark smudges underneath them, sweat glistening on every inch of his skin and he looked so... weak, despite the obvious bulging muscles.

"Hunters" He managed to croak out before falling forward so Kayla was supporting all of his weight.

"I know it's not the 1800's anymore but do you mind giving the lady a hand?" Kayla said sarcastically and immediately Scott leapt forward, supporting half of Derek's weight by threading Derek's arm over his shoulder.

"Coach's office should be free" Stiles piped up, pointing over their shoulders, "Let's dump his ass in there before people see" And Derek raised his head, sending Stiles the death glare, eyes momentarily turning ice blue.

"Der, I know he can be an ass sometimes but if you wolf out on me now so help me god it won't be pretty" She whispered loudly in his ear, trying not to alert anyone to what was happening. When she mentioned that he was an ass Stiles opened his mouth, as if to deny what she had said, but she sent him a warning glare.

"I'm... trying, but I can't...control it" Derek stuttered through gritted teeth.

"Well try okay? Derek people are beginning to look" Scott said and Kayla looked up, noticing a few curious students staring in their directions.

"Okay, okay this way folks - chop chop" He added the last part looking in Kayla's direction and she just rolled her eyes at him mimicking her words from earlier. She and Scott dragged Derek down the hallway and they all piled into Coach's office, Stiles slamming the door shut behind them.

"You said hunters right? Oh my god that's what she meant about only having forty eight hours" Scott exclaimed, eyes wide as they gently placed Derek on the desk.

"What do you mean 'forty eight hours'?" Both Kayla and Derek asked quickly at the same time, heads snapping in Scott's direction.

"Okay that's creepy - it's like 'Hales-united" But Kayla ignored Stiles' comment, instead focusing solely on Scott.

"The woman that shot you last night" Scott replied in a 'duh' voice and Kayla felt her eyes narrowing menacingly.

"Who was she?" Kayla demanded, holding Derek up right and beginning to pull up his sleeve to look at the damage. Derek protested, trying to pull away but she slapped away his hands.

"Look I'm trying to help you - would ya let go of your stubbornness for one moment please?!" She demanded and he relented, holding out his arm.

"Scott... you need to get me this bullet... it was... an Argent" And everyone in the room stared at Derek in shock.

"Allison's aunt" Kayla murmured, flashbacking to this morning when Allison had happily informed her and Lydia her aunt, whom was more like her sister, had arrived in town. By the way Allison described she seemed awesome but if she did this to Derek... Kayla wasn't sure if she would ever see her in the same light again. The three males continued to argue back and forth as Kayla peeled away the fabric from Derek's wound and gasped, recognising the damage immediately.

"How can I get a bullet from their house? I can't just go up and say 'hey, mind if I borrow some of your arsenal to cure a werewolf - a werewolf you wanted dead in the first place" Scott whispered furiously as a bunch of laughing students walked past the office, completely unaware of the dilemma inside.

"Scott - do it" She said in a low voice, swallowing down the emotions that were threatening to bubble to the surface.

"What? I can-t do-"

"You can and you will" She said hotly, pulling down Derek's sleeve and looking at her confused cousin, "That bitch shot you with a wolfs bane bullet... if you don't get that bullet, now, you're gonna die" She told him and Derek swallowed thickly, staring at her knowingly. Bad memories flooded Kayla, like a dam being broken. Her brother's screams of pain. Her dad's pleas of someone to kill him. The hunters holding them down. It was all just too much.

"Wolfs bane... wolfs bane..." Stiles mused, clicking his fingers together, "Poison to werewolves right?" He exclaimed, looking happy at his mountain of knowledge. Kayla nodded and stared at Scott pleadingly.

"You're going to Allison's, you can get the bullet to save Derek and, before you say, I know it's last on your list of priorities but Derek's still a person, albeit a frigging annoying one, but do you really wanna have his death on your conscience?" She asked, knowing that was bound to get to him. Scott was a very guilt ridden and unselfish person - she just had to appeal to that side of him.

After some careful consideration and sharing a few undecided glances with Stiles, Scott relented, "Fine... but you owe me" Scott exclaimed, pointing in Derek's direction.

"Okay, great plan guys really" Stiles spoke up sarcastically, "But, in case you haven't noticed, Scott's a werewolf too and you're just gonna send him into the cooking pot?" Stiles asked, arms wide as he stared at them in disbelief.

"Stiles we have no choice" Kayla implored, pulling Derek to his feet, trying to keep herself busy as to not sink into those depressing memories that were trying to take over, "I'm not letting anyone else die by this bullet so it's either this or I ransack the place - something Allison and her family won't be extra happy about"

Scott and Stiles seemed to realise her emotional connection to the killing bullet because they didn't reply, just stood there awkwardly not knowing what else to do. Kayla decided to take charge - they didn't have time to mess around.

"Scott, go back to classes, we only have a couple of hours left and do your study date with Allison as planned - Stiles and I will deal with Derek" She said, ignoring Stiles' astonished face and Scott's affronted face by getting ordered around.

"I'm sorry, did you just say "Stiles and I" - since when do I want any part of this?" He asked, foot tapping against the floor.

"Since your best friend got turned - can we take your jeep, I left my car at home?" She asked, hauling Derek to his feet and ignoring his noises of pain at the sudden movement.

"No we can't take my jeep, I'm not some personal taxi service for dying werewolves, werewolves who want to personally rip my throat out" He exclaimed, running in front of Kayla as Scott watched the two of them argue like an interesting tennis match.

"Stiles, please? I need your help on this one" She said, jutting out her lower lip for extra effect - it usually always worked. Stiles' jaw worked, as if he was ingesting a frigging crocodile instead of his own saliva. A few seconds later he relaxed his position, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Fine, fine - but you're buying me a cheeseburger... actually, make that two - with extra fries" He warned, opening the door and peeking out to make sure the coast was clear.

"We save him... i'll buy you a hundred" She promised, relieved he was actually doing this.

"I'll hold you to that" He warned with a small smile before becoming serious and acting like James Bond.

"Coast is clear - let's go, let's go" He demanded, beckoning them forward with a rapidly moving hand Kayla only saw a blur of movement. Her and Scott helped Derek walk out of the office and into the corridor.

"Okay - good luck Scott and please,just remember... we need to save Derek - no 'if's' or 'but's' okay?" She asked gingerly and he nodded, sharing a glance with Stiles.

"Be careful...Scott" Derek wheezed in warning and Scott just nodded in affirmation before off he went, leaving behind the three of them to their own devices.

"Well, this is just fantastic, really" Stiles said sarcastically and Kayla just nudged him with her elbow.

"Gimme a hand will ya?" She asked and rolled her eyes when Stiles seemed to shun away from that idea, "I promise he won't bite"

"It's not biting I'm worried about - whatever he has looks contagious" Stiles shivered at the thought and Kayla just tilted her head to the side in thought.

"I actually think I have a pair of pliers in my locker - ya never know when a guy needs de-ball-" But Stiles cut her off with a mortified shriek, shriek seriously? And ran around to the other side of Derek.

"Okay okay, jeez - for a non werewolf you sure have the psychopathic tendencies of one" He murmured under his breath, helping pull Derek along the corridor as Derek looked between the two of them in confusion and... something else Kayla couldn't determine.

"It gets the job done" She replied as they all piled out of the building, heading towards Stiles' jeep until someone calling Kayla's name made her almost jump in surprise. Upon looking over her shoulder she say Lydia walking with Allison, the latter giving her a small wave.

"Shoot... okay, take him to your jeep and I'll be right with you" Kayla told Stiles, smirking to herself as his mouth gaped and he looked as though she had just thrown him to the wolves - pun intended.

"Wait-what? You can't leave me here wi-" But by that time she had already escaped Derek's arm, effectively leaving Stiles to hold up his weight and walked to meet her two new friends, ignoring the string of curse words Stiles had, ever so politely, exclaimed as she walked away.

"Kayla" Allison smiled, although frowned when she noticed Kayla had every intention of leaving the school grounds, "Are you leaving?" She asked and Kayla quickly had to think of a lie - well, she couldn't exactly tell her the truth could she?!

"Uh... yeah - last minute's doctor's appointment, urgent actually" She lied on the spot, trying to ignore Lydia's disbelieving glance in her direction.

"And by 'doctor's appointment' you mean a 'physical exam'?" Lydia asked, a suggestive glint in her eye as she twirled a strand of strawberry blonde hair around her finger.

"Huh?" Kayla asked, completely bamboozled, her mind focused on trying to fix Derek.

"You're bunking off with Stilinski - so either he's suddenly you're little bitch or its a 'friend's with benefits' type relationship" Lydia said and Allison, finally too grasping what Lydia meant, looked over Kayla's shoulder and her mouth slackened with shock.

"Looks like you're not the only one gonna get some Allison" The red head said and Kayla shook her head before her friends could get any ideas in their heads - which was obviously too late now.

"No - no Lydia...Stiles is just... giving me a ride because...my... car broke down - nothing more" She said, directing a pointed glance in Lydia's direction.

"Whatever just make sure he covers up - you don't want to be on that show 'sixteen and pregnant'" Lydia said offhandedly, smacking her lips together.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I believe you" Allison smiled, "Lydia just always has her mind in the gutter"

"Of course I do and I'm normally right - teenagers are naturally hormonal and I'm just saying-" Kayla cut her off before this could get any further.

"Yeah and I'm just saying were just friends now I really gotta run... if anyone asks I went home sick" She called out over her shoulder but Lydia picked up on her slip (That girl was a lot more smarter than she acted)

"Or we could say you had a doctors appointment - which apparently you have but I personally don't invest in that little lie" Lydia shouted back to her and Kayla could practically taste the smile on her lips.

"Yeah, that's... what I meant" Kayla cringed - why did she slip up. Dammit. She knew it was just playful teasing but still - not that Stiles was bad or anything, he was actually great, and funny and had wacky taste in clothing, and the fact he always seemed to come up with a witty remark and - whoa, Kayla cut off her mid rant in her mind, shaking her head to clear it. No, nope, no, she was not indulging in the fact, or even acknowledging, how great of a guy Stiles Stilinski was, no way. Not gonna happen.

So with that resolved mind-set she crawled into the back of the jeep, clambering over Derek in the front seat and settling herself, trying to push the nerves away.

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	5. Chapter 5 - Grand Canyon

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"We should take him back to my place - my mom's not back till after dinner so she won't completely freak out" Kayla spoke up, feeling the tension in the front seat increasing by the minute. One of those guys would probably end up killing the other by the way things were going.

"I thought your mom is clued in on all of this?" Stiles questioned, eye flickering to her through the rear view mirror.

"She is but she freaks out over the sight of blood and injuries so..." Kayla trailed off, "You remember where I live right?"

Stiles raised his eyebrows, meeting her eyes, "Duh, you live, like, two streets away from me - how could I forget?" And it was Kayla's turn to raise her eyebrows as Derek glared at Stiles sideways, holding his bad arm in his embrace.

"Not like that, I'm not some crazy stalker or anything... I mean-I just meant... we're like neighbours...kinda, not really... oh god" Stiles was tripping over his words as he tried to explain himself and Kayla had to laugh - Stiles was stuttering, Derek was glaring holes through Stiles' skull, and her? Oh god, she could not stop laughing.

"I'm sorry it's just... your face" She laughed as both the guys in the front seat glared at her reaction, "Okay I'm done" She announced, holding a hand to her mouth, "And if it's any consolation I know you're not some 'crazy stalker' or anything so Derek you can put away your k-nines now" And watched, amused, as Stiles sharply looked to the left, making the jeep swerve to the other side of the road.

"You better not try anything cause the way you're looking a nine year old could take you down" Stiles threatened, "And I punch harder than a nine year old"

"Just drive" Derek demanded, eyes flashing blue again.

"You know what? I'm getting fed up with your 'demands' - I'm driving, you answer to me now buddy" Stiles replied back and Kayla leaned forward between the two of them, like a referee in the boxing ring.

"Drive and shut up before I rip out your throat... with my teeth" Derek threatened and Kayla rolled her eyes. Honestly. They couldn't even perform one simple task of getting from point A to point B? Men.

"That threat would be more effective if you didn't look like those zombies from 'thriller'" Stiles replied back sharply and Derek hands clenched and his jaw was set rigidly.

"Okay, there is seriously too much testosterone going on here - are we there yet?" Kayla complained as they rounded the corner onto her street, Stiles deliberately yanking the wheel of the jeep harder than necessary so Derek's head hit off the glass.

"That was to establish whose in charge here" Stiles pointed his finger in Derek's face as he placed the jeep in park. Derek's pale face glared at Stiles as he clambered out, Kayla throwing herself into the front of the jeep and then jumping out just after Stiles.

Kayla strode around to the other side of the jeep and saw Derek stumbling out and hurried over, grabbing his arm.

"Hey Stiles - could you open the front door please? The key's under the mat" She asked and Stiles let out a nervous laugh.

"You're willingly telling me where the key to your house is to get in?"

"It's not like I have anything to worry about, right?" Kayla smirked as Stiles' rocked back and forth on his heel, hand rubbing the back of his head - Kayla guessed he did that a lot.

"Wha-? N-No" He managed to get out as Kayla dragged Derek over to him.

"Stiles. Key" She said to him because he was standing there awkwardly, as if he had forgotten what he was supposed to do. He coughed and looked around before running up the steps to the front porch.

"Right. Got it" He called out over his shoulder and Kayla shook her head in amusement.

"I would rather get shot again than watch the two of you 'flirting'" Derek said as he rolled his eyes, breathing heavily.

"Shut up - we're not flirting... I don't even think Stiles is even capable of 'flirting'" Kayla replied, rolling her eyes because Stiles' awkwardness was what made him... well, him.

"Because I do have a set of K-nines and extremely large cla-"

"Oh my god Der - you're dying and you seriously wanna discuss my relationship status?" She asked in shock, helping him up the few steps.

"Well you're still my cousin and-"

"Right okay, well - let me say this loud and clear. Stiles is my friend. I'm his friend. we share certain interests. We share the same friends. And we both agree you're the world's biggest douche. We are not in a relationship okay?"

Derek watched her face carefully as they passed by Stiles who was holding the front door open.

"Whatever" He grumbled, "But I mean what I said about the claws"

Kayla smirked. Derek was an ass - sometimes - and often didn't show his emotions but when he did it showed what a nice, caring person he was. It was a nice change from the brooding, dark Derek that people saw all the time.

"Yeah... whatever" She mimicked him before placing him gently on the couch and pointing to the pristine white sofa.

"Try not to bleed on the couch - mom just had it steam cleaned" She advised, putting her thumbs up as she prepared to walk away to the kitchen to get the first aid kit, and maybe get Stiles to help because he looked like a little lost puppy standing there not knowing what to do.

"Your level of care is overwhelming" Derek said sarcastically and Kayla just smirked.

"So is your level of sassiness Der - be right back" She called over her shoulder, dragging Stiles into the kitchen and getting prepared for a really _really _long day.

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><p>"School's out by now, right?" Kayla asked, staring at Stiles nervously as he glanced at the clock in the kitchen above her head.<p>

"Yup - ten minutes ago, Scott should be on his way to Allison's"

"Not 'should be' - 'will be' or I'll feed him his own intestines in a dog bowl" Kayla said offhandedly, her knee bouncing up and down as the seconds ticked by, her nerves increasing. Derek didn't have long left - maybe a few hours by the way he was looking.

"Wow, you don't hold back do you?" Stiles asked, a mix between amusement and mortification plastered on his face.

"Nope" She replied, popping the 'P', "I usually cover up the way I feel through sarcasm and nonchalant behaviour but Derek is still my cousin and I swear to god if he dies... I will hunt that bitch down and throw her off the Grand Canyon" Kayla raved, tapping her hands on the kitchen counter.

"Why the Grand Canyon?" Stiles asked suddenly and Kayla looked up in shock.

"What?"

"Why the Grand Canyon?" He repeated, "I mean, I'm sure there's plenty of places you could throw her off without wasting gas" Stiles stated and Kayla felt a smile spreading across her face. She appreciated that he was leaving his annoyance at Derek behind and she appreciated that.

"It has that air of fear - well, that and the fact I always wanted to go there so it's kinda like you hit two birds with one stone" She replied, feeling the nervousness leave her body.

"Just to put your mind at ease I'll text Scott"

"Thanks Stiles - I'll just check on Der" She excused herself and walked through from the large, spacious kitchen into the red walled sitting room, the glass table, sofa's, shelves and ornaments placed immaculately thanks to her mom's _slight _OCD.

"How ya feeling?" She asked as she sat down next to her, pulling back his bandages and looking at the damage. The wound looked awful and Kayla was just glad she wasn't squeamish.

"Like death" Was Derek's short reply, making Kayla roll her eyes.

"Really? I never guessed with it being a _wolfs bane_ bullet and all" Kayla replied back sarcastically, replacing his bandages, "If Scott doesn't get this bullet... what're we gonna do?" Kayla asked carefully just as Stiles walked in, holding the phone up in his hand.

"Yeah... Scott doesn't have it yet but he will" Stiles said, somewhat nervously as the two Hales stared up ay him.

"I trust him" Kayla said, turning back to Derek, "But seriously, do you have a plan B - everyone needs a plan B and C and D and hell, the whole of the frigging alphabet" She exclaimed and Derek nodded, some what reluctantly.

"I have an idea - not sure if it'll work or not"

"Wow, you're just spilling with positivity - I mean, really" Stiles spoke up and the two males glared at one another.

"What's the idea?" Kayla asked, trying to think about what his plan was but coming up a blank. Surely if there was a cure then she should have found it out before it killed her dad and brother, "Cutting off your arm or something?" She laughed, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Oh my god you're gonna cut off your arm" Kayla exclaimed as Stiles came and stood in front of them, mouth slack with shock.

"What? No, no, no, that is just wrong and... ew, no" Stiles said, arms waving around.

"If it work's i'll heal"

"Yeah, and that's a big maybe" Kayla said, seeing red, "I'm not gonna let you do this, no way in hell" She rambled, jumping to her feet.

"It's a last resort" Derek said, grimacing in pain and Kayla lost the anger, feeling sympathy for her cousin.

"Okay dude... you are seriously starting to smell like death" Stiles piped up, swallowing thickly as the two Hales glared up at him once again.

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><p>"Is that Scott?" Kayla asked as soon as she heard Stiles' phone ringing. He nodded and answered it straight away.<p>

"Scott hey, how's it going?" Pause. "Have you found it yet?" Pause. "Well what are we supposed to do with him - Kayla and I are way outta our league here" Pause. "Dude you owe me big time... he smells like death" And at that Kayla rolled her eyes - again. "Why would we take him there?" Pause. "Okay, yeah I got it"

"Wait, what?" Kayla demanded, pulling the phone from Stiles hand and putting it on speaker, ignoring his flabbergasted facial expression.

"Take Derek to the clinic- it's closer and I uh... I dunno where you live" He admitted sheepishly and Kayla could just imagine him running his hands through his hair.

"Scott - have you found the bullet or not?" Derek demanded, leaning towards the phone anxiously.

"Look - they're house is basically a Wal-Mart for guns okay - I need time"

"Derek doesn't have time Scott" Kayla said, closing her eyes briefly, "If you don't have the bullet within the hour I'm coming over"

"You can't-"

"I can and I will - so maybe that little threat will motivate you okay?" She snapped, immediatey regretting it as she could just imagine Scott's hurt puppy dog look, "Scott I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap I just... please hurry"

"It's okay - I'm on it now" Scott promised and Kayla thanked him before hanging up. It was just then Derek let out a pained noise and fell forward, both Kayla and Stiles trying to catch him.

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	6. Chapter 6 - IOU

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"Okay then... vet's it is" Kayla managed to get out, almost staggering under Derek's sudden weight.

"Apparently there's a side entrance we can use" Stiles said, holding up Derek's arm but him being stubborn and all tore it from Stiles grasp making the boy roll his eyes.

"Well it's nice to know you can be picky in the people trying to save your hide and all - especially considering we could just leave your little werewolf ass here" Stiles said and Kayla bit her tongue to refrain from making a snarky comment.

"Okay okay, before we get into a full fledged argument here we should probably get going" Kayla propositioned, Derek's weight suddenly leaving her as he managed to take a few steps on his own, face dripping with sweat.

And that's what they did. The car ride was mostly silent - Derek and Stiles took a few digs at each other but no one got their throat ripped out so Kayla guessed that was a good an outcome as any.

"S'okay... I can manage" Derek said through gritted teeth, pulling himself out of the jeep. He was damn stubborn that's for sure - If he could just let go of his pride for two frigging minutes then maybe Kayla could actually help him.

"Just don't blame me if you face plant the ground then" Kayla said in a sarcastic tone, helping Stiles open the side entrance door that slid up and watching in worry - though she covered it up with a poker face - as Derek stumbled in, sitting down on a bags of food clumsily. It was then Stiles' phone went off and Kayla's head snapped up. Scott better have that damn bullet.

"Nordic blue Monkshood... I thought you said this was a wolfs bane bullet?" Stiles questioned, eyes flickering from the phone to Kayla's face.

"Same thing" Both Kayla and Derek said at the same time, causing Stiles' eyes to go wide and stare at both of them.

"So creepy" He murmured under his breath as Kayla came and stood next to him.

"It's really rare" Derek said, eyes sliding shut for a few seconds, "Just, make sure he gets the bullet"

"I don't understand, why do you need the bullet? If it made you like this in the first place surely it's best to stay clear" Stiles asked in confusion as Kayla tried to keep her mind on more positive things. Derek would be fine - They had Scott playing on their team and, judging by the way Stiles' was talking, he must know where this bullet was.

Hopefully, anyway.

"_I'm... dying" Her dad gasped, sweat pouring down his face, "That's what... y-you wanted so... leave my f-family... alone" He ground out, breath coming in quick gasps._

_"No can do Johnny boy - you see, your genes are a curse and you passed them on... the only way we can eliminate the threat is to execute every last known bastard on this planet" The hunter said as Kayla looked on, trying to stay strong but tears still rolled down her face._

_Suddenly, a shot rang out and her brother screamed in pain as he dropped to the floor like a stone, hand holding onto his shoulder._

_"No... NO DYLAN" She screamed, trying to fight against the ropes that held her against the boiler tank in the warehouse. Her dad let out a roar of rage and pain but, trying to get up, the hunter placed his booted foot on his chest, digging his heel into her dad's wound._

_"No, stop it, stop it" She screamed, both her dad's and brother pained voices echoing in her ears._

"... going to die" Derek was saying as Kayla snapped out of her thoughts, bringing herself back into the conversation. There was no need to delve into those dark memories, now of all times, she needed to focus on helping Derek.

"Okay, okay, god - it was just a question" Stiles muttered, glaring at Derek.

"Stiles, can I have your keys please?" Kayla asked, holding out her hand determinedly.

"What? Why?" He asked, sharing a confused glance with Derek who was shaking his head at her in warning.

"Cause, in case you hadn't noticed, Derek looks to be on his last legs"

"Oh I noticed - just didn't think it was important" Stiles replied offhandedly and Kayla saw Derek glare at the back of Stiles' head.

"Oh for god's sake" Kayla murmured, striding forward, invading his personal space and sliding her hand in his pants pocket, grabbing his jeep keys.

"What're yo- Oh god... I-" Stiles said, mouth was slack as her hand grazed his thigh as she pulled the keys out.

"Don't be such a guy" Kayla said, holding the keys up with her thumb and finger, shaking them in his face, "Thanks for the keys though" She said, with a wide smile, ignoring both Derek's and Stiles wide eyed gazes.

"Kayla, you can't go round there - it's dangerous" Derek said, shakily pulling himself to his feet, holding onto the wall for support.

"And who says you can drive her without my permission?" Stiles demanded, holding out his hands for the keys back. Her, seriously? Such a guy, Kayla thought with a shake of her head.

"First off - I doubt you could stop me anyway, what with you not being able to move and Stiles... well, I could probably kick his ass" She said confidently.

"Gee thanks" Was Stiles' snarky reply as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Look, I'm just gonna go and drag Scott outta there, nothing more... it's either that or you drop dead screaming in pain, there's not a lot of choices here Der" She told Derek, standing in front of him stubbornly.

Derek blew out a breath or air, blinking rapidly, "I can't believe i'm saying this but... fine - in and out, that's it" He warned, pointing a finger in her general direction, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course - I'm not gonna willingly hang out with those hunters anyway" She told him, preparing to run out the door and zoom off to Allison's house but stopped and turned around, debating whether or not to do it. She wasn't really a show-your-emotions-type person but this was Derek, her _cousin, _her _dying _cousin.

She wrapped his arms around his torso, feeling him clench up for a few seconds before relaxing, patting her back awkwardly.

"If we're not back in time... do your plan B - No arm is better than no life" She whispered in his ear, feeling him nod before pulling back, all three of them silent. Stiles watching them like they were some frigging complicated science experiment or something.

"Right... bye" She said, jogging out the side door, jeep keys held tightly in her hands.

"Be careful with my jeep - she grinds in second" Stiles warned as she climbed into the drivers seat, biting his finger nails nervously. Kayla just waved her hand in acknowledgement before stepping on the gas pedal and racing out of the parking lot at full speed, tires squealing against the concrete.

"If she gets a speeding ticket for doing this for you, you're paying for it" Stiles warned, pointing an accusatory finger in Derek's direction who was slumped up against the wall. Derek glared at him, once again, wondering why on earth his cousin left him with such an annoying teenager.

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><p>Kayla was driving way over the speed limit but she honestly didn't care - she wasn't going to let Derek die, not on her watch. Which was why she almost crashed the jeep, almost being the key word, but managed to swerve around the unexpected corner before ramming into someone's garage. She was thankful for that because she knew Stiles' wouldn't be too pleased if she ruined his 'beloved baby.'<p>

Kayla knew where Allison lived, her new found friend had written her address on one of her school books in case she wanted to pop round - and know was a better time than any.

Slamming on the brakes she skidded into the Argents driveway, jumping out without even bothering to turn off the engine or close the door and ran up to the front door, banging on it repeatedly. It didn't take long for Chris Argent, the slightly creepy and intimidating man, to open the door wide, his ice cold stare glaring down at her in confusion.

"Is Scott here? It's an emergency" Kayla said quickly as Allison and Scott came up behind him, Scott looking like he was ready to leave and Kayla silently thanked whatever God was out there. He must have the bullet then, hallelujah.

"Kayla, what's wrong?" Allison asked, frowning.

"Oh, um... Deaton needs Scott, something about a dog and an earring - I never really heard" She rambled as another Argent, Allison's aunt, came and stood next to the little group.

"And whose this? Another one of Allison friend's? Its a pleasure to meet you" Kate grinned, though there was an underlining menacing tone that Kayla didn't like one bit. Kayla took a breath - just don't be snappy, be polite so you can get the hell outta here, she chanted in her head.

"Yes, yes I'm new too, yada yada yada, but we really need to-"

"What's your name?" The woman asked, raising her eyebrows and smirking slightly.

"Hale" Kayla said, staring into her eyes, "Kayla Hale" She told the woman and had the satisfaction of watching her eyes widen slightly and shivered a little as an evil glint came to her eyes. Yeah, guess you didn't get us all like you thought you did, Kayla thought angrily. Kate Argent was a suspect in starting the fire but, to be honest, Kayla had no idea if she did it or not. She was one suspect out of hundreds of hunters.

"Hale? Well... me and your family go _way _back" She smirked, winking in Kayla's direction, "And I know this is an emergency but I have a very important question to ask brown eyes over here" Kayla watched as she snapped her attention towards Scott who looked on in surprise.

"Me?"

"Yes you Scott - now I hate to be the one pointing the finger but... what did you take from my bag?" Kate asked, crossing her arms intimidatingly. Kayla gulped nervously as Scott's panicked eyes flickered in her direction.

"What?" Scott asked in shock, and Kayla admired how he tried to act genuinely confused - she just hoped it payed off.

"My bag - what did you take from it?"

Scott stayed silent, looking between her and Allison and Kayla felt like kicking him into making up an answer - nothing says 'guilty' more than staying silent and looking like a damn criminal.

"Do you want me to repeat the question? Maybe enunciate more clearly?"

"What are you talking about?" Chris asked, glaring at them all and Kayla just wanted to grab Scott and get the hell out of there before things got worse.

"My bag was open in the guest room and when I left it was shut - Scott goes to the bathroom and then it's magically opened, care to explain how that could happen Scott?"

"Scott didn't take anything" Allison protested and it was then Kayla felt something touching her hand. Without looking down or doing anything that would give herself away, Kayla kept her hand still. Whilst the Argent's family was focusing on Allison, Scott's warm hand touched her open palm and pressed something cool into it. The bullet. Kayla closed her hand around it as Scott's hand pulled away and carefully stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans, remaining poker faced.

When Kayla refocused back in on the conversation, Kate was asking Scott to prove he didn't take anything and Kayla resisted the urge to punch her stupid, smug face. She shot Derek and now she was holding them up. Damn her.

"How about you show us what's in your pockets?"

"Dad?" Allison asked desperately.

"Come on Scott... prove me wrong" Kate challenged and Kayla stood there awkwardly, just glad Scott had passed her the bullet. Scott was just in the process of turning out his pockets, looking completely innocent when suddenly Allison whipped out a small package, holding it up for all to see.

"See? Scott didn't take anything - I did" She said, looking embarrassed and Kayla could clearly see why. Allison was holding up a condom and Kayla held back a snort. Despite this being a serious situation with Derek's life depending on it and all, she couldn't help but chuckle as she looked away, shoulders shaking with an effort not to fall into hysterical laughter.

"Well..." Kate trailed off, everyone completely silent, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sure you would want some 'family time'" Kayla broke the silence, grabbing Scott's hand and dragging him over the threshold, almost making him trip, "So we're just gonna... go, there's a dog and an earring needing our help" And no one protested except for Chris slamming the door shut after them.

"Holy shit Scott" Kayla exclaimed as Scott was walking with a goofy look on his face.

"She likes me" He said, eyes clouding over and Kayla nodded. Yup - Allison was totally infatuated with him that's for sure.

"She really does and i'm super happy for the two of you but why don't you grab your bike and let's get going eh? It's kind of a life or death situation here" She said and Scott nodded, still looking to be in a daze, and grabbed his bike off the ground and placing it in the back of Stiles' jeep.

"Wait... how did you get Stiles' jeep? He's very protective about his jeep" Scott asked as Kayla reversed out of the Argents house.

"I stole his keys - now, you better buckle up" She warned as Scott looked at her confused until she whizzed down the street, the sudden on burst of speed making Scott fly back in his seat as he tried to grab onto the dashboard in alarm.

"A little warning would've been nice" He gasped, running a hand through his floppy hair and Kayla had to hold back a smirk.

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><p>Kayla was about three inches away from crashing into the vet's building but slammed on the brakes just in time, hurriedly turning off the engine and jumping out, running after Scott as they made their way through the vet's. They both skidded into the vet's room and saw the sight of Derek leaning over the table, Stiles getting ready to chop off his arm.<p>

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott exclaimed as Kayla waved her arms around before Stiles could start cutting through the flesh, "Stop, stop, stop - we're here"

Stiles let out an exhilarated chuckle as he pulled away the saw from Derek's arm, running his hands over his short hair.

"Oh you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares - thank you" Stiles said as Kayla raced past him to grab a hold of Derek. He looked way worse than before.

"Please tell me you have it" He gasped, his whole body shaking.

"Yes, yes of course" Kayla replied, pulling out the bullet from her pocket and handing it over to Derek.

"Do you know what to do? Please tell me you know what to do" She pleaded as she helped him stand up straight.

"I need to... i'm gonna..." It was then Derek dropped the bullet and he slumped to the ground, dragging Kayla with him.

"No, no, no, no, no" Scott was murmuring as he raced forward to try and grab it while Kayla used all her strength to pull Derek onto her lap, tapping his cheek.

"Der? Der can you hear me? DEREK?" She demanded in worry, tears beginning to blur her eyesight. Stiles slid down beside her, leaning over Derek as he shook him to try and wake him up.

"Oh god no" She said, holding onto him for dear life, "This is not happening again, it's not happening again, it's not happening again" She chanted as Stiles was staring at her.

"Will punching him work?" Stiles asked desperately, placing his hand on her shoulder to try and get her attention.

"What?"

"If I punch him will it wake him up?" Stiles asked again, eyes wide and Kayla recognised a slight hint of worry in his voice - so maybe after all he didn't hate Derek's guts - that was something eh?

"Yes, maybe... I don't know - I'm not an expert in this" She replied back, anger and worry underlining her voice.

"Scott, what're we gonna do cause I think he's dying... I think he's dead" Stiles exclaimed in worry as Kayla pulled Derek's body closer to her, pleading for him to wake up.

"I dunno know, hold on" Was Scott's strained reply and Kayla shook with the effort not to cry.

Suddenly, Stiles pulled back his arm and said, "Please don't kill me for this" And whacked Derek over the face. Kayla jumped slightly, not expecting that, as Derek coughed and her heart stopped. He was alive. Yes, he was alive.

"Oh my god Der, thank god" She said relieved, her and a cursing Stiles, who was holding his hand in pain, dragged him to his feet. He was pale and unsteady but still alive - which meant they had time.

"I need the bullet" Derek said so Scott ran over, thrusting it into his hands. Kayla watched in an equal amount of fascination and fear as Derek opened up the bullet, spilling it's wolfs bane contents and lighting it on fire before pushing it into his open wound.

Kayla grimaced as he let out a howl of rage and fell to the ground, Scott grabbing her arm to stop her from going after him. After a few seconds Derek stopped screaming and his wound was completely gone.

"That was awesome! yes!" Stiles said and Kayla had to agree as she let a small smile grace her lips. Derek was completely fine, thank god.

"Holy shit Der - you scared the crap outta us but what you did... was unbelievable" Kayla exclaimed as she grabbed his hand and helped pull him up. He was already looking better, a bit of colour returning to his face.

The next few minutes consisted of Scott warning Derek to stay away from him and threatening to go back to the Argents but, before Kayla could smack him over the head for being so stupid, Derek shouted at him, saying they were hunters and couldn't trust them. Kayla had to agree with that - she trusted Allison, sure, but the rest of them? No way in hell.

"Wait... you're gonna take him to Peter?" Kayla asked in shock, lowering her voice and leaning forward, "You can't... he's... he's in bad shape Derek" She whispered, ignoring the curious glances from Stiles and Scott.

"I have no choice - it's either this or those two jackasses get in even more deeper waters" He replied and gave her a meaningful glance. Kayla sighed. Their uncle Peter was burnt, real bad, and though she had meant to visit before she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Fine... but you can go alone - I hate hospitals" She protested and Derek nodded in understanding, touching her arm before facing Scott.

"I'll show you how nice you think they are" Derek told Scott, his voice holding a dark tone.

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><p>Kayla clambered into Stiles' jeep, watching Scott and Derek walk away to get Derek's Camaro.<p>

"What was Derek talking about in there? Y'know, about showing Scott something?" Stiles asked, his arm on the back of Kayla's seat as he reversed out.

"Our uncle Peter was the only survivor of the fire and he's uh... he burnt pretty badly" Kayla explained, meeting Stiles' gaze, "I guess Derek wants Scott to see the truth the hard way"

"Oh, I'm... uh, I'm sorry" Stiles said awkwardly and Kayla smiled lightly, shrugging.

"It's fine - it happened years ago, I can talk about it without breaking down y'know" She assured him, staring out the jeeps windows. The ride went on in silence but Kayla kept looking at Stiles from the corner of her eye. He wanted to ask her something, that much was obvious by the way his mouth kept opening, his hands tightening on the steering wheel and his flustered appearance.

"We're almost at my house now Stiles so whatever you wanna ask... shoot" She piped up, taking him off guard.

"What makes you think I wanna know something?" He stuttered out and Kayla smirked.

"It obvious - honestly, ask away... I'm an open book"

"Uh, okay I, um... it's none of my business but, oh god, it doesn't matter..." He tripped over his own words and Kayla focused her full attention on him, turning sideways to look at him.

"Is it about the whole 'I-don't-want-this-to-happen-again' about the bullet, right?" She questioned as Stiles ran a hand over his short hair.

"Yeah, but you don't have to tell m-"

"My dad was a werewolf, that's how Derek and I are cousins, his mom - my dad, anyway, after the fire my dad went off the rails a bit. He was extra careful about hunters and used force to protect his territory. About, ten months ago, there was this hunting family - real nasty people, wore werewolf k-nines on their necklaces to show how dangerous they really were" Kayla explained and she could tell Stiles was gripped on her story by the way he was completely still - something that was obviously really hard for him to do.

"My brother, who was a couple of years older than me, found them cutting in half an innocent thirteen year old girl whose only crime was having the 'curse', so Dylan, that was his name, told my dad and they were preparing for war. With werewolf hunters near everyone, even humans, was in danger" She added, pulling her leg onto the seat. It still hurt to talk about them but she was determined to remember the good things about them, including how brave they were.

"They got shot with wolfs bane bullets and... and those hunters - they had no mercy on them, they got off on watching their pain, on watching them slowly dying. So.. when Derek got shot I couldn't let him die, not like they did" She explained, her eyes watering up but she held the tears back. She wasn't going to cry again. She had already cried enough and her dad and brother would want her to move on with her life, which is what they were trying to do by moving to Beacon Hills.

"Oh my g- I-I'm sorry" Stiles apologised as they pulled up onto her driveway, staring at her with a knowing look and face full of sympathy.

"Yeah, me too but it can't be helped. Werewolf hunters have no mercy and my family knew the dangers - it's all apart of the curse" Kayla said as she leaned over and pulled her bag from the backseat, slinging it over her shoulder.

"Anyway, thanks for the lift Stiles and thank-you for helping Derek - He appreciates it but just doesn't like to show it, he hates being in people's debts" She chuckled, leaning forward and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, ignoring his flabbergasted expression.

"Oh, uh... um, N-No problem, I'm all about saving the weak - y'know like batman, though Scott would claim he's batman and I'm robin but seriously, I wanna be batman" Stiles rambled nervously, cheeks flushing again as Kayla watched him in amusement. Remembering a promise she made to him she pulled out a pen and paper, quickly scribbling something down on it and folding it up, placing it in his hands.

"Good night Stiles - I'll see ya tomorrow" She bid farewell as she hopped out of the jeep effortlessly, jogging up her path and unlocking her door, giving him a quick wave before disappearing from Stiles' sight.

Stiles shook his head to get him to focus as he looked down at the paper in confusion. What could be written that she couldn't just say to his face? - Kayla was a very outspoken person and he had the impression there was nothing that she couldn't say to someone.

He opened it up and let out a chuckle at what he read, caramel brown eyes lighting up.

_I.O.U _

_100 x cheeseburgers like I promised._

_And I always keep my promises, even ridiculously expensive ones like this._

_Thanks for all your help, Kayla :-)_

Stiles smile was wide as he pulled out of the driveway, carefully folding up the paper and placing it in his pants pocket, eyes flickering to the rearview mirror as the house disappeared from his sight.

**A.N) Hope you all like this chapter - it was so fun to write and its longer than normal! I would really appreciate any feedback on this chapter *please* It took ages to write! ha! anyway, I know I said there would be some Lydia/Allison/kayla, but the chapter was getting longer so, forgive me? ha! there will be some friend ship bonding in the next chapter - feedback is needed and I smile at every single one - thank you! :)**


	7. Chapter 7 - Brian? Brad? Douchebag?

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"Shit" Kayla swore, smacking her alarm clock off her bedside table, letting out a loud sigh. Seriously? Could her luck get any worse? She had fifteen minutes till school started and she still had to get ready. Holy hell. And, to top it off like cream on pie, chemistry was first - with Mr Harris. Great. Flipping fantastic.

She brushed out her long hair, letting it cascade down her back, threw on a bit of make up and grabbed the first clothes she could find in the large brown boxes. Yeah, she really should unpack but, to be quite frank, she couldn't be assed. Oh well, she'd get round to it. Eventually. She pulled on a pair of dark purple jeans and a beige sweetheart neckline t-shirt and threw over it a navy zip up jumper, her favourite jumper, because it was her brother's. It was way too big but she favoured it over anything else she owned. God, sentimental much?

She flew down the stairs, shouting a quick goodbye to her mom and jumped into her Red Honda civic and sped off towards the school. When she arrived everyone was in their classes. Great. This day was starting off perfectly, note the sarcasm.

She opened the chemistry door and walked in, prepared for the onslaught that was bound to happen. Well, it _was _Mr Harris for crying out loud. He looked up from his boring lecture and glared at her and Kayla had to repress an eye roll. It was early and she really wasn't in a good mood just yet to deal with him.

"Miss Hale, glad you could join us" He said snidely, his gaze cold.

"Well that makes one of us" She sassed back, kind of beginning to regret it when he stood up straighter and Kayla could practically taste the bitterness rolling off him. Scott and Stiles was sitting in her line of sight and was looking between the two of them, Stiles practically sitting on the edge of his seat.

"Office. Now" Mr Harris demanded, walking to stand behind his desk, like he was trying to show who controlled the strings in the classroom.

"Seriously? I'm like... ten minutes late" She protested and she could see everyone now beginning to lean forward in anticipation.

"Twelve actually. And that just got you detention. I'll see you after school" Mr Harris said and Kayla rolled her eyes, ignoring everyone else's flabbergasted looks.

"Whatever... dick" She muttered the last word, hiking up her messenger bag and turning on her heel. Yup, she definitely was not in a good mood. Almost as bad as when the full moon comes. Crap.

"Before you go I need your homework" He said in that smug voice and Kayla had to physically clench her jaw to stop from shouting obscenities in his face.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to stay and participate in chemistry or leave and go to the office? You're kind of sending mixed messages" She retorted as a few students let out muffled chuckles, Stiles being one of them while Scott looked to be frozen in a wide eyed stare.

"And that, miss Hale, just earned you a week worth of them. Homework. Now" He said and Kayla rolled her eyes, pulling out the sheet and slamming it on his desk with a sickly sweet smile.

"Have run marking it" And she turned around and strode out the room, once out, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Whoa, what happened there? Yes, she was known for being sassy and talking back but she was beginning to feel angry, like super angry, for no apparent reason. Scary much.

Stress? Maybe, but she doubted it - she took things as they went and whatever happened, happened. End of story. So, instead doing what Mr Harris 'ordered', she went in the opposite direction to her locker, sliding down and sticking in her ear buds, blaring the music full blast.

Her mind strayed to the alpha. She had no idea who it could possibly be, then again, nor did anyone else but it baffled her. She hated things unsolved and this was driving her crazy. Obviously, someone psychotic but that didn't rule out a lot of people.

"And everyday, you're in my head... I want to have you in my bed" She was singing Basshunter to herself, not realising that first period was over until someone lightly kicked her.

"Wow... you love being forward don't you?" Stiles grinned cheekily and she smirked as he helped haul her to her feet, wiping the dust from the back of her pants.

"Eh, why beat around the bush?" And Stiles nodded, readjusting his backpack.

"So, are you normally that argumentative or are you just having a bad day?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as Kayla collected her books for her next class - French.

"Who knows? It usually only happens on full moons or that _other _time of the month but, eh, I dunno... his face just annoys me" She rambled, holding the books to her chest as she faced Stiles, hiding the laughter that threatened to claw out at his, slightly shocked, and embarrassed face.

"Yeah... well, uh... I don't have an answer to that"

"That must be a first" She grinned, eyes falling on the petite redhead striding in their direction, hips swaying from side to side with a determined look in her eyes.

"Oh god, call for backup - we may need it" She whispered to Stiles as Lydia approached them, not even acknowledging that Stiles was there and putting a perfectly manicured hand on her hip, cocking an eyebrow.

"What conversation did we have not even three days ago?" She demanded and Kayla smirked.

"About leaving my amazing, sparkling attitude at home?" She grinned and Lydia nodded.

"Yes, and by 'amazing' and 'sparkling' I hope you mean snarky and too sassy" Lydia said, her hips sticking out as she looked up at Kayla.

"Hey - I cant help he's a dick" She protested playfully, grabbing a snickers bar from her bag and beginning to open the wrapper but Lydia snatched it from her hand and Kayla looked up, affronted.

"And 'this'" Lydia said, waving the chocolate around in front of Kayla's face making Stiles dizzy with the movement, "Is not a figure pleasing snack"

"Well sorry for not wanting to eat like a damn rabbit, but I actually need that energy to last through this day" Kayla piped up and Stiles looked between the two friends. They were polar opposites but complimented each other - like ying and yang but in the friendship way. Maybe.

"Nope" Lydia smirked, "Especially considering you need to look good for your date" And Stiles' head snapped up. What? What date? What was happening? Kayla must've had the same thought because she looked up in shock, a hard thing to do, Stiles deduced.

"What date? I didn't agree to go on any date"

Lydia just continued to smirk and Kayla's mouth dropped open, leaning forward to keep the conversation between the three of them, or maybe two of them, Stiles wasn't really sure if he was still part of this conversation or not.

"Please tell me you didn't just do what I think you just did because if you did do what I think you just did then I will forcefully make you take back what I think you just did" Kayla said loudly, ducking down behind the row of lockers as Stiles watched Lydia raise her eyebrows, a neutral look plastered on her face.

"I didn't understand a word of that but if you're referring to hot Brian over there then yes - I told him to ask you out" Lydia smirked, being as blunt as always. Stiles glanced over the head of Lydia to see the tall blonde, the one who Kayla had threatened to chop off a certain male part, leaning against the wall farthest from them, laughing loudly with his jock friends.

"Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you. I. Don't. Like. Him - what do I have to do? Shout it from the frigging rooftops?" Kayla exclaimed as Stiles riveted his head from side to side, trying to keep up with their conversation.

"Oh, don't be such a nun"

"I'm not a nun - in fact I'm as far away from being a nun as possible"

"Oh, so you've let someone dip their peanut butter in your jelly then?"

"Yes Lydia, if you want to phrase 'having sex' that way then, whatever"

"Oh, how have I not heard of this before?" Lydia demanded, her duck lips forming a large 'O' in shock. Stiles hand retreated back to his neck, scratching it awkwardly as he felt a dark red blush beginning to cover his pale skin. Oh god, could they not talk about this elsewhere, anywhere away from his general vicinity, possibly out of ear shot.

"Because the topic of my sex life has never come up around the lunch table" Kayla whispered, leaning to the side to peer past Stiles and Lydia, "Now, off you pop, go break the devastating news - I'll be waiting here"

"Oh you think I'm gonna take it back?" Lydia smirked, twirling her hair around her finger, "Nu uh honey, I firmly stick to my decision - you're going out with him whether or not you're a virgin" Oh god, they were still having this conversation. A really in depth conversation about a certain subject Stiles did not want to be part of - well, he wouldn't say no to being part of it, actually he would love to join in and -

"Lydia" Kayla hissed, "I'm gonna kill yo-" But she cut herself off as she grabbed Stiles' arm, hauling him in front of her to block her from the sight of 'Brian', making him stumble at being so physically close to two incredibly, easy on the eyes, girls - it was like a dream come true. Quite literally. Like the one he had last night.

"You'll thank me for this later Kayla, trust me" The red head grinned, being her usual perky self.

"I highly doubt it" Kayla retorted, "You really think I wanna be anywhere near a jackass like him? Hanging out with Jackson is bad enough, but willingly spending time with a vain, pain in the-"

"Kayla... hey" Brian said, suddenly turning up next to them making Stiles jump about a foot in the air. That jackass should wear a bell or something. Kayla closed her eyes briefly, stepping out from behind Stiles and sending a quick glare to Lydia.

"Yeah... hey Brad" Kayla sighed and Stiles watched 'Brad's' face fall slightly before getting back that cocky look that Stiles' loathed.

"It's actually Brian but... maybe you can learn that over dinner tomorrow tonight?" He asked and Stiles was standing there like an awkward third wheel so he scratched his head awkwardly, looking for a way to escape.

"Sorry, I'm actually scheduled to gauge out my eyes with a spoon then... shame" Kayla said and Stiles snorted as Brad or Brian or whatever his name was, glared at him and suddenly Stiles remembered - yeah, he wasn't popular but yet, here he was, hanging out with the popular crowd. Damn, no wonder he was getting dirty looks.

"Wow... you like playing hard to get, huh?"

"Uh, no, I just prefer to avoid extremely horny teenage boys with sex on their mind 99% per cent of the time" Kayla retorted and Stiles gulped. Yup, he was actually, or most probably, one of those guys, "Well" Kayla slapped his chest, bringing him back to reality, "Stiles is the one exception" She grinned and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Did she just call him out on his sexual fantasies? Oh my she actually did.

"Kayla, Brian is just-" Lydia started to say, using her award winning, 1000 watt smile but clearly, that power of persuasion, did not work on Kayla because she held up her hand, making Lydia's mouth snap shut whether in shock or because she was actually intimidated, Stiles didn't know.

"I would _love _to carry on this conversation - note the sarcasm - but I'm gonna be late for French and I'm already in deep enough waters from Mr Harris so... see ya" Kayla said, smiling at the two in front of them, slapping Stiles on the shoulder as a form or goodbye, before excusing herself.

"Did she... did she just put her hand up, to _me?" _Lydia spluttered, looking offended and Stiles' heart jumped as she stared at him, obviously wanting an answer.

"Uh... I-I-I d-dunno... maybe, possibly... s-she could've been..." He stuttered as Lydia looked away from him and Stiles heart began to slow down, Lydia Martins actually talked to him? Sweet!

The three of them were silent until Brad, Brian, whatever, though Stiles preferred to call him 'douchebag' smirked, shook his head although he was amused and left, Lydia trailing behind him. Stiles just stood there before physically making his whole body shake to snap himself from his thoughts and hurried off to class.

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><p>"Uh Kayla... correct me if I'm wrong but... don't you have detention?" Allison asked as they walked out of the school building towards their cars.<p>

"Yes, yes I do... crap, I forgot about that" Kayla groaned, letting her head fall forwards. Well, that was gonna waste an hour, or maybe two depending on his mood.

"Yeah, figured as much" Allison giggled as they stopped in amongst the busy bodied students hurrying to get out.

"If it's any consolation Scott got detention to so you won't be alone" Allison said and Kayla looked up in interest. She missed out on Scott getting in trouble? Darn.

"Oooh, what did he do?" Kayla asked and Allison smirked.

"Him and Stiles got caught talking across the classroom again, and even going as far as trying to use some kind of made up sign language" And Kayla let a laugh out, imagining the two boys doing that.

"Oh my god... I can't believe I missed that - damn Harris" And Allison nodded, agreeing.

"Hey, maybe I could come over to yours after detention and we could get started on this French project? Just if you want to though" She said, trying to act neutral and Kayla nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes... yes, god you're a lifesaver - I'll buy pizza" The two girls said goodbye as Kayla turned back around, heading into her definition of hell, squeezing her way through the students.

"Scott... hey Scott" Kayla called out, running over to Scott and jumping next to him enthusiastically - not that they were going to detention but just glad she wouldn't be left alone with the devil. Honestly, Scott getting detention was like a blessing in disguise. Well... maybe not for him but for her, yeah.

"Hey Kayla, I was just waiting for you - thought you might've bunked off" He grinned lopsidedly and Kayla faked gasped, holding a hand to her chest in shock.

"What? Me? Never... I am an A+ student, you could learn a thing or two from me" She replied in a fake, posh English accent as they walked down the corridor together.

"Well, you've only been here less than a week and your track record isn't that great" He teased.

"Eh, potato, potato" She shrugged as they got to the chemistry classroom.

"After you" Kayla said, indicating with her arm to the door.

"No please... ladies first" Scott scoffed, pointing to the door like it was some kind of atomic bomb.

"Lady? please, me? ha, that's funny Scott - you should be a comedian" Kayla winked as she stepped forward and walked into the chemistry classroom, ready to face judgement day - not to exaggerate or anything.

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	8. Chapter 8 - 'Chill' Seriously?

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"And what have you learnt from this Miss Hale?" Harris asked, packing up his belongings into a black briefcase and Kayla sighed tiredly - he had been drilling this into her head for the past hour, holy crap.

"To respect your elders" She replied in a monotone voice, adjusting her blue messenger bag on her shoulder.

"And?"

"And to never show up late to class again" She repeated for the millionth time, repressing an eye roll as her eyes flickered to the door. She knew Scott was outside waiting for her, most likely listening in to their conversation and laughing his ass off. In fact, if she strained her ears she could hear him chuckling to himself. She was no werewolf but she did have heightened senses that other humans did not.

"And?"

Okay, he was seriously just taking the piss now.

"And... to never doodle smiley faces on my chemistry homework" She tried to say with a straight face but couldn't help the smirk that graced her lips. Honestly, it was a harmless result of boredom but she admitted that 100+ smiley faces next to dangerous chemical reactions was a bit too excessive.

"Good - you abide by those rules then we shouldn't have a problem. You can be excused" He said in a tight voice and Kayla saluted him as she turned around, striding to the door, her whole body itching to get away from that damn chemistry classroom.

"Oh and, Miss Hale?" Harris' voice pierced through whatever excitement had bubbled up in her chest making her sigh as she turned around to face him, wondering what he wanted now. Detention was over. "You have it in you to do good in this subject, as long as you don't follow McCall's' and Stilinski's example" He said with a neutral look and Kayla had no idea what to say. Honestly? She sucked at Chemistry and there was no changing that fact. So she just nodded and slipped out of the classroom before he could haul her back in and make her write lines or something.

"Okay that... was the worst hour of my life" Kayla groaned and Scott nodded, walking along beside her.

"At least it was only an hour - Harris has been known to keep students in past dinner" Scott said, an innocent look plastered on his face. Kayla shivered - she would've left long before dinner time if it came to that.

"So.. smiley faces huh? That's a new one" Scott said, opening the door for the two of them that led out onto the school's front steps.

"What can I say? I'm original" She grinned, looking over at Scott, assessing him.

"So, things have been going good with you and Allison huh?"

"Totally" Scott exclaimed, that dreamy smile plastered on his face, "I mean, we haven't spoken about that whole 'incident' at her house the other day but... she still wants to go out with me - it's just...mind-blowing" He rambled, staring off into space.

"Well, by any means, I'm happy for the two of you" She smiled as they reached the bike rake where Scott's bike was positioned.

"Thanks" He grinned back, just standing by his bike, holding his helmet and looking towards the shining sun, his mind obviously somewhere else. And it was obvious what that something was. Allison.

"Uh... Scott?... Scotty? Don't you have to go to the animal clinic?" She asked with a knowing smirk as she looked at him, amused. Scott took a few seconds to snap out of his trance and a comical look spread across his face.

"Oh my god" He exclaimed, slamming the helmet on his head and throwing his leg over the bike, adorable brown eyes wide with panic.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'" Kayla grinned, shouting out a quick 'see ya' as she made her way to her car, twirling the keys round her finger, humming to herself. Just as she was about to unlock the driver's side of the door, she heard a growl from the distance, making her head snap up. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and the trees, hoping to pick up on something but, whatever it was, remained unseen. Her heart thudded quickly before she cussed herself. Why the hell was she acting so scared? She shook her head - it was nothing, just her over active imagination.

She climbed into her car, putting the keys in the ignition but stopping as a dark shape passed the back of her car quickly. She flipped around in her seat, eyes flitting from side to side. It was the Alpha - she just knew it. It was messing with her, taunting her as if to say 'There's nothing you and your friends can do to stop me'.

Kayla took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. It was just taunting her - it wasn't going to kill her because, let's face it, that would be a sloppy move. It wanted Scott in it's pack so why would it harm his friends. With that _reassuring _thought in mind she reversed from the school parking lot, quicker than was necessary, and sped home, the whole time staring out the rear view mirror.

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><p>"Okay this chemistry project is seriously kicking my ass" Kayla sighed, running a tired hand down her face and trying not to fall asleep right where she was on the Stilinski couch. It was Saturday and she had officially been in Beacon Hills for a week. Well... six days and seventeen hours but who was counting. Friday went normal. She met up with her friends. She went to classes. She also managed not to punch Mr Harris in the face so it all went good.<p>

"You're telling me - I bet Mr Harris deliberately sets these impossible tasks just to torture us" Stiles grumbled, looking ready to throw his notebook across the room and start banging his head against the nearest hardest object.

"We can do it... I mean... he can't be that evil right?" Scott asked timidly and both Kayla and Stiles swivelled their heads around to glare at him in disbelief.

"He moved us a part Scott - that in itself makes him the devil" Stiles exclaimed and Kayla nodded and added, "And he gave me a week's worth of detentions... he's one very bitter man"

Scott sighed and nodded, "God he's so evil" He said angrily, head falling forwards in defeat and Kayla patted his shoulder in acknowledgement.

"Okay, we'll just take a break, re-charge our batteries and then the answers will just come to us - that sound like a plan?" She propositioned, looking between the two boys on either side of her. They both nodded, shoving the chemistry books as far away from them as possible like it was some contagious disease.

And that was how Sheriff Stilinski found the three of them when he returned home from work. His son was leaning off the arm of the couch, head tilting backwards, body bent at awkward positions that the older Stilinski couldn't ever dream of doing at his age. His son's best friend was sitting more normally at least, head tilting forward as if he'd never meant to fall asleep in the first place. And then there was the new kid. Kayla Hale. At first he was a bit suspicious of her - mainly due to her last name. But he dismissed that thought when he had thought of it - people couldn't chose their family. But his son seemed to like her and, whatever sense he could make from Stiles' words, she seemed genuinely nice and accepting - especially by befriending his son and Scott. It was no secret they were the oddballs. Her legs were casually thrown over Stiles ones, her back pressing against Scott's shoulder as she slept, head resting on the back of the couch.

So Sheriff Stilinski did what most people would do upon seeing that scene. He chuckled to himself, smiled and shook his head in amusement before walking quietly through the house to fix himself some dinner, leaving the three friends fast asleep.

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><p>Kayla peeled her eyes open, yawning widely as she did so. Darn, she hadn't meant to sleep but chemistry must've kicked her ass more than she thought. She rubbed her neck as she sat up, trying to get rid of the kink. Scott and Stiles were both still sleeping, small snores escaping their mouths. She smiled fondly - honestly, boys. At first she wasn't too sure of them but after the first day there was something, something so unique, about the two of them that she immediately clicked with them. Even at her old school she got on better with the male population than the females, only having a few close girl friends who she could really relate too.<p>

The girls at her old school only blabbered on about dresses, make up, the latest fashion, boys, high school dances and that just bored her. So, she opted for climbing tree's, running track, playing video games and learning about how to fix cars instead. She much preferred that. Even though Lydia was a real girly-girl she had a much deeper personality than most people saw and Allison could kick some serious ass. So yeah, she got on with them too.

As gently as she could she raised her legs off of Stiles', not even sure how they ended up there, and swung them off the couch, leaning forward so her weight wasn't on Scott anymore. Stiles mumbled something under his breath and twisted his body around just as she was just about to get up, one foot kicking her in the shin as it slipped off the couch and the other falling over her legs, making her plonk back down on the couch.

"Ow Stiles" She cussed under her breath, sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow.

"Yeah, he always was a restless sleeper" An amused voice jolted Kayla from her thoughts as she stared up at, whom she presumed, was Stile's father - the sheriff. Instead of his normal attire he was dressed in a casual pair of sweat pants and plain grey t-shirt, holding a mug of coffee in his hands. He looked like Stiles and had a kind and open face.

"Uh, hey sheriff" She whispered loudly, giving a small wave, "I would shake your hand but it seems I'm being held prisoner" She smirked and the Sheriff grinned lopsidedly, leaning against the door frame.

"It's nice to meet you Kayla" He said politely, "I've heard a lot about you from Stiles"

"All good things I hope" she teased, tapping her fingers against Stiles' shin to keep herself from boredom, especially considering the fact she couldn't even move her own body in case she accidentally woke Stiles up.

"He definitely paints you in a positive light" The sheriff agreed, a small smile spreading across his face when he glanced at his son, "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water? Seeming how my son is being a rather rude host"

Kayla laughed lightly - yeah, she definitely liked Stiles' father, he seemed down to earth.

"No thanks, I'm fine... I really should be getting off actually" She said, about to get up but frowning at Stiles' leg. This was going to be a tricky procedure.

"Just shove him off you, Stiles wouldn't wake up if a bomb hit the house" The Sheriff said with an amused gleam in his eye. Kayla nodded, taking a deep breath and pushing his leg off her. The Sheriff was right - he didn't wake. He just sighed heavily and flung his arm out, making Kayla duck to avoid it whacking her in the face.

"He's not normally that violent" The sheriff smirked, taking a gulp from his coffee, looking tired. Kayla guessed the job must take it out of him.

"Nah... it's fine" She shrugged, laughing, "I've kinda gotten used to his eccentric behaviour over the last few days" She added, shoving her chemistry books into her bag, "Actually, could I use your restroom before I go?"

"Of course, just up the stairs and to the left" The sheriff pointed and Kayla excused herself, smiling as she did so.

"Scott, Stiles... time to get up" The sheriff said just after she left but the two boys just slept on unaware he was even talking to him, "Boys" He added, much louder making them jump up and Stiles to kick Scott in the ribs, the latter letting out a wince.

"Dude... Ow" Scott said and Stiles looked around wildly before focusing back on Scott and shrugging. The sheriff shook his head, again, he did that a lot around the two boys, and left them to their own devices.

"Urghhhh we missed dinner" Stiles groaned dramatically, looking at the clock that read 9.48 pm. Scott just gaped at his friend. The first thing he thought about when he woke up was food? Surprisingly, he wasn't actually surprised - this _was _Stiles.

"I guess so" Scott replied, checking his phone to see a missed call from Allison, about to fret to Kayla about how much of a bad boyfriend this made him look but stopped and stared blankly at the empty place on the seat.

"Uh... I could've sworn Kayla was here" Scott said, confusion seeping from his voice as he stared around the room blankly before patting the couch, like he was making sure she hadn't slipped through the cracks.

"Well... I'm pretty sure she isn't hiding there" Stiles piped up sarcastically, "And anyway... her stuff is gone - she must've left when we were sleeping" Stiles added offhandedly, leaning back against the couch and then a few seconds later jumping back up as though he had been burned.

"Oh my god she must've left when we were sleeping" He said quickly, panic in his voice and Scott just raised his eyebrows, trying to keep up with his best friends' train of thought, "I fidget in my sleep, I mumble incoherent things, I drool, oh my god do you think she saw that? It's such an un-attractive image" He rambled, eyes wide as Scott looked on amused.

"Since when do you care about how you look in front of anyone but Lydia?" Scott smirked and that made Stiles completely stop everything he was doing. That was actually a good question. And the answer stumped him.

"U-Uh... I... I don't actually know" Stiles stuttered and then snapped his fingers in Scott's face, trying to grab his attention, "But I had this dream okay?" He said quickly, standing up and pacing the length of the living room, back to the hallway making Scott swivel around to stare up at his best friend.

"It started out like most of them - Lydia and I making out" And Scott frowned. Seriously? He wanted to talk about his sex dreams?

"Stiles, what did I say about not wanting to kn-"

"Yeah, yeah I know but this is different - hear me out" Stiles said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, arms continuingly flailing around wildly and Scott nodded, rather reluctantly. He really hoped he wouldn't be disturbed by the end of this one sided conversation.

"Okay so - Lydia and I - making out, everything was fine and then suddenly I'm in the middle of the woods and Kayla is there" And Scott had a good idea of where this was going - thanks god she wasn't here to hear Stiles' absurd dream.

"And I was like 'Whoa what're you doing here?' cause we were just... there, alone... yeah?" Stiles was pacing and Scott nodded, eyes drifting past Stiles to see Kayla come around the corner, raising her eyebrows.

"Stiles, wait, stop-" Scott urged, shaking his head but Stiles wasn't paying attention to him, his pace quickening.

"And suddenly she's like... making out with me, full on making out, not just a kiss but tongues and everything and-" Stiles was rambling, running a hand over his head, plaid shirt ruffled with sleep. Scott's mouth was gaping open as he stared at Kayla who was just standing there, as still as a statue, her face neutral as she stared at Stiles.

"Dude, shut up for a min-"

"And then, like... she's doing these things that I couldn't even dream of... which is weird considering I was dreaming, wait - I was dreaming right?" Stiles demanded, facing Scott with a wide eyed stare, "Because oh my god if that happened-"

"Stiles" Scott barked, standing up to grab his friend's attention, eyes flickering between him and Kayla. Stiles stopped his rambling and looked at Scott questioningly before, gulping noisily, and turning around slowly with a dreaded look plastered on his face.

"K-K-K-Kayla" Stiles stuttered, breathing so heavily Scott didn't have to have werewolf hearing to hear, "What-What're doing h-here? I thought you left" He added meekly and Scott cringed at his friend. If he was in that position he would just hope the ground would swallow him whole.

"I had to use the bathroom" She replied, adjusting her shoulder bag and, instead of looking mortified or embarrassed she just seemed amused, "Uh... for your sake let's just pretend I didn't hear that" She said, smirking and Stiles nodded jittery, his foot tapping nervously on the floor though looking like he wished he could just disappear.

"Although" She added, stopping as she made her way to the door and turning around to face them, "If I was as good as you made me out to be you'll have to give me some tips" She said playfully, looking like she was holding in her laughter as she continued to walk to the door, "I'll see ya guys Monday" And just like that she was gone and Scott looked at Stiles pitifully.

"Dude" Stiles exclaimed, smacking Scott upside the head, "You could've told me she was there" He said, trying to sound angry but sounding more mortified and embarrassed than anything else, "Oh my god, I just totally explained my sexual fantasies to her, holy crap... I can't breathe" Stiles said, leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees.

"It's not so bad... at least she didn't get a restraining order from your dad" Scott chuckled, just glad Kayla took it lightly.

Stiles glared up at him, "Hey - it's me that has the funny one liners" And Scott just shrugged.

"All I'm saying is... she's cool with it, don't fret over it" Scott advised, throwing his chemistry books into his backpack - he needed to get back too before his mom started calling in worry.

"Seriously, Scott? That's your advice? 'Don't fret over it?' Did you even hear what I was talking about?" Stiles exclaimed and Scott hid a smile.

"Stiles... I know we haven't known her long but do you really think Kayla is the type of person to go around telling everyone?" Scott asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Well... no, but-" He admitted but Scott cut him off.

"Exactly - so chill, play 'Halo' or something and I'll text you tomorrow" Scott smiled, taking off and Stiles just watched him leave, mouth gaping open. 'Chill?' Scott wanted him to 'chill'? After that? Stiles didn't think he'd be able to 'chill' ever again.

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	9. Chapter 9 - Miss America

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Kayla had heard about the attack on Lydia and Jackson. How? Her cousin had informed her that the Alpha had attacked them at the video store so she did what any friend would do. She hopped in her car and broke the speed limit several times to get to her destination. When she arrived most of the crowd had thinned and all that remained were a few bystanders, the cops and a couple of ambulances.

Her eyes fell of Lydia and Jackson. They seemed fine – physically but she knew that seeing the Alpha was bound to mess with their heads.

"Hey guys" She said quietly, jumping under the police tape and stepping up beside the ambulance. Immediately Jackson's head swivelled around where as Lydia continued to stare off into space, probably going into shock, Kayla deduced.

"How do I look to you?" Jackson demanded his eyes wide and intimidating but Kayla could detect the small hint of fear covered up in his voice.

"Wow... seriously – you almost died and you're worried about your looks?" Kayla demanded with a raised eyebrow, "But surprisingly... that doesn't surprise me" She added – after all this _was _Jackson.

"No, I mean do I look like I have a concussion?" He growled, clenching his fists, "These asshats won't let me leave no matter how much I try to drill it through their think heads that _I am fine" _He snapped and Kayla rolled her ears.

"You look and sound just as annoying as ever so yes Jackson, you seem fine to me" She said, looking towards Lydia who was shaking slightly, her usual immaculate face now running with make-up.

"Lydia" Kayla piped up gently, trying to be as gentle as possible. Lydia's glazed eyes met hers and Kayla grabbed her hands to show her support – she really didn't know what else to do, she couldn't exactly reassure them that everything was going to be okay because that would be a massive lie.

"How you holding up?" Kayla inquired and Lydia nodded slowly, bright eyes now dull.

"I'm fine" She replied mechanically, as if on autopilot, "I just want to sleep" She murmured and Kayla nodded in understanding.

"I think the EMT's are about to let you go now" She reassured, looking around at the dwindling crowd. Lydia nodded and then Kayla saw her shut off again, staring blankly into space.

"I swear to God if they don't let us go right now..." Jackson raved and Kayla nudged him with her arm to shut him up. Honestly? Didn't he have any decency? His girlfriend was having a mental breakdown it seemed, or going into PTSD and he was whining about going home?

"Jackson" She hissed, "Shut up for a minute before they arrest you and then you'll never get home" And he just shot her a deadly glare to show how un-amused he really was.

"The cops are sending me death glares so I'm just gonna go okay? But if you stay off school tomorrow I'll drop in past to see you, okay Lyd?" Kayla asked in a gentle voice, trying to catch Lydia's attention.

"That sounds nice" She replied in a daze, leaning in closer to Jackson's side, seeking comfort. Kayla sent them both one more sympathetic look before escaping before the cops could catch her for trespassing or whatever the hell it was that she was doing. She ducked back under the tape and was about to take her leave, her whole body singing with relief that her new found friend and Jackson were alright, when she saw Stiles fidgeting in the sheriff's car, biting his fingernails. She was about to go over and say 'hi' but thought better of it. After Saturday she wasn't sure how he would act around her and thought it best to not surprise him in front of a bunch of people. So, she just hopped in her car and left, her mind going through all the possibilities of who the Alpha was and why he was on a serious killing spree.

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><p>"<em>Uh... Kayla, what-what're doing h-here?" Stiles stuttered, looking around nervously. Here they were again, alone in the woods and he knew how this dream always ended – he had had it several times before.<em>

"_You tell me Stiles" She purred, sauntering forward, "It's your dream" She smirked, leaning against a tree, crossing her arms over her chest._

"_Then I-I dunno w-why you're here... with me... alone" He managed to get out, eyes flitting around nervously. They were in Beacon Hills Reserve, not far away from the Hale house, the familiar settings making Stiles feel more at ease with himself. Just slightly though._

"_Oh, but you see, I think you do – deep down you know why, you just don't wanna admit it to yourself" Kayla spoke up, tilting her head to the side and analysing him making Stiles' heart beat wildly in his chest. It was just a dream, it was just a dream, he chanted but he could feel himself getting dragged deeper into it._

"_Then if you're so smart you should know the answer" Stiles shot back, feeling his palms getting clammy and sweat breaking out on his forehead._

"_I do know the answer – I'm a figment of your imagination Stiles, essentially I'm you just in a... different form" Kayla shrugged, walking forward and getting closer to Stiles. She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a blue vest top and Stiles had the urge to give her his jacket or something then, shook his head. Honestly Stiles, he chastised himself, it's just a dream – Kayla is probably in bed sleeping, not out in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night, freezing cold, propositioning him._

"_Uh... okay but... I-I still have... no idea what you're – I'm – doing so maybe we can take a rain check? Let the idea devel-" But Kayla, dream form Kayla, whatever, shoved him back gently against the nearest tree making Stiles begin to splutter and his heart to leap out of his chest._

"_You have to make your mind up Stiles" She whispered, hands resting on his chest, "Do you want to wait around for Lydia. The same Lydia whose head over heels in love with Jackson and doesn't even know your name or... do you want to open your heart up to other people?" She asked, her head tilting backwards to look him in the eye. Okay, this dream was getting seriously weird._

"_I-I-I uh... I don't-"He stuttered, feeling her body pressing against his making his brain go haywire. Kayla, or him, whatever, was bringing up some serious questions he wasn't even sure how to contemplate, let alone answer._

"_I understand your reluctance – I mean, you've been 'in love' with Lydia since, what, third grade? But here's a question you have to ask yourself – do you even know her?" Kayla asked, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, her chestnut coloured hair tickling his cheek, "You've admired her from afar so is that love... or is it a crush?" She summarised, pulling back, green eyes alight._

_Stiles frowned at her. Why was she, him, whatever, questioning him like this. Stiles didn't do serious conversations like this; he brushed it off with wit and sarcasm so why was his mind giving him these dilemmas? One's he wasn't ready to acknowledge?_

_He watched as Kayla smiled, her hands fiddling with the buttons on his plaid shirt as she gently leaned forwards, standing on her toes so she could look him in the eye._

"_That's something you have to figure out" She whispered, so quietly Stiles had to strain his ears to hear what she said as she glanced down at his lips before her hands slithered up to the back of his neck and Stiles' could've just died right there. Oh god – he cursed his stupid, overly hormonal mind for doing this to him. Kayla pressed her smooth lips gently to his, featherlike at first making Stiles' eyes flutter shut at the touch of them. Stiles' couldn't help but react. What? He was a guy and when a beautiful girl kisses you in a dream, you know what you do? Yeah, you kiss right back._

_So he did. He placed his fumbling hands on her waist and felt her smile as she deepened the kiss, one hand running over his hair and the other dragging its way down his chest and Stiles could feel her nails through his T-shirt, sending waves of pleasure through his body._

_She had him pressed firmly against the tree trunk so he settled in threading one hand through her long hair and the other resting on her waist, holding her body closer to his. He knew he really should not be imagining this – Kayla was his friend and there was nothing more to it and he really, really, really, didn't want to make things awkward between them but... but something about it just felt right so he didn't pull away, part of him never wanting to wake up._

_Just as her hand slithered down to touch his thigh he heard a distant calling of his name and opened one eye, squinting through the darkness. No one was there, at least, no one he could see, but he knew that voice... it sounded oddly familiar. Just as he felt the confidence to take control, Kayla pulled away, a smirk dancing on her lips._

"_Darn... just as we were getting to the interesting part" She teased, taking a few steps backward and Stiles shook his dazed head, trying to focus but failing miserably._

"_What?" He asked, trying not to feel disappointed._

"_It's time to wake up now Stiles" She told him and Stiles looked around groggily as he heard his name being called again, only this time louder than before and sounding much more irritated._

"_Stiles! STILES!"_

"STILES – It's time for school" He heard his dad bark at him and shot up out of bed, breathing heavily and looking around in confusion. He was in his bed, which, funnily enough, was in his bedroom and his dad was dressed in the sheriff uniform, frowning at him.

"What were you dreaming about?" His dad inquired as Stiles ran a shaky hand down his face. He was about to open his mouth to make a witty remark but his dad suddenly held up a hand, a hint of a disturbed look plastered on his face, "Actually, on second thought... don't tell me just... get your butt to school okay?" And Stiles tried for a reassuring smile.

"Yup – will do, I'm going... now, yup, I'm... getting ready" He said and his dad shook away that look of confusion and walked away down the hallway and Stiles could hear him muttering under his breath about 'remembering teenage boys' privacy'.

Once Stiles was sure his dad was out of sight and hearing distance he fell back on the bed, letting out a large sigh. What the hell was going on with him? He was a guy, a seriously hormonal teenage guy and having sex dreams was normal right? But why did he feel like this was getting out of control? He would ask Scott at school – that was the best solution but would double check Kayla was not in their general vicinity before opening his big mouth, there was no need for a repeat of Saturday, that's for sure.

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><p>"Yo Danny boy" Kayla called out, catching up to Danny as they made their way in the general direction of the chemistry classroom, adjusting her bag on her shoulder into a more comfortable position.<p>

"Okay, you are way too hyper for a Monday morning" Danny shook his head tiredly and Kayla smirked.

"Well, ya see, that's what five cups of coffee does to someone – it sends their blood pressure through the roof, like... sky high, maybe even to rocket heights" Kayla gushed, fully awake. If she could marry coffee she honestly would – it always had a positive effect on her and would never go away –what better husband could one want?

"That much caffeine is dangerous" Danny said lightly, nudging her arm.

"Eh, what's the popular phrase now-a-days? You only live once? Well, yeah... there's no point in holding back because if you do you'll be dead before you know what hit ya" Kayla said in a rush and watched as Danny sent her an amused smirk.

"And one of these days you're gonna drop dead in the corridor from a heart attack and I'll be there to stand over your dead body and say 'I told you so'" He smirked and Kayla rolled her eyes playfully. She got on with Danny – well, everyone got on with Danny. Everyone loved Danny.

"Then you'll get the immense satisfaction of being right then won't ya but... until then... I'm gonna continue to indulge so HA!" She exclaimed – okay yeah, she was really hyped up. Maybe a bit too much.

"So how did you do with that chemistry project?" Danny asked changing the subject and Kayla had to repress a smirk at the memories of Saturday night.

"Eh – Scott, Stiles and I gave it our best shot but, if I'm to be perfectly blunt, like I always am, then I probably failed – What about yours? You're like a whizz at chemistry" Kayla pointed out, secretly jealous at how easily Danny seemed to just _get _chemistry.

"And if I'm to be perfectly blunt then I probably passed" Danny smiled as he held open the door for her, "Honestly Kayla, you would think three brains were better than one" And Kayla playfully hit his shoulder.

"Clearly not" She shot back as they took their seats next to each other, hiding a smile as she watched Stiles stumble into the classroom, holding his backpack to his chest and avoiding her eyes as he took his seat behind Danny. Really? He was playing the awkward card? It wasn't that bad – it wasn't like he started feeling her up in his sleep, it was a dream, a harmless dream of a severely hormonal teenage boy – she wasn't going to hold it against him. Well, probably not.

"I would like to take the opportunity to inform you all that, if you failed this project, your parents will be informed of it at the parent-teacher conference this evening and those below a C average will be required to attend and witness the disappointment on your parents faces at the uneducated spawn that they have raised" Mr Harris said in his normal _cheery _voice, making Kayla roll her eyes.

She got C's mostly in chemistry, sometimes the odd low B, so she wouldn't be 'required' to attend thank god. Phew.

"I'm not going to name you because the shame and self disgust should be enough punishment" And Kayla rested her head on her hands, tuning out of the conversation. No amount of coffee could ever make Kayla stay focused in chemistry.

Then Jackson walked in looking pale and a bit freaked out but he avoided everyone's stares and took his seat and Kayla admired that – he held his head high and did what he had to do and that was about the only thing she liked about him at this moment in time.

"Mr Stilinski" Harris called out, his back to the class, making Kayla turn around and look at what Stiles was doing, "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs, this is chemistry – not a colouring book" And held back a laugh as Stiles spat out the lid, catching it in his hands like a pro.

"Wow, look at you 007" She whispered, catching his attention and hopefully breaking the awkwardness and tension that Stiles seemed to carry around with him. His head snapped in his direction and a faint blush covered his pale skin but he didn't avoid her gaze or run away screaming so Kayla took that as a good sign.

"You do know what happened on Saturday has been completely forgotten, right?" She asked, turning around in her stool to face him, "It's like... a very minor speck of dust in a massive pile of dust that has been wiped clean yeah?" She said, the coffee going straight to her brain, making her ramble.

"Then if that minor speck of dust has been wiped clean with all the other millions specks of dust, why does your brain still seem to acknowledge it?" Stiles whispered, getting more and more flustered.

"Don't logic me" She smirked, "I was just using a really bad analogy to say it's in the past... don't worry okay?" She asked and Stiles nodded but was still blushing like mad.

"Oh God... the sexual tension is killing me" Danny mumbled under his breath, writing away furiously in his chemistry jotter and Kayla flicked his ear as Stiles' eyes widened at what Danny had whispered.

"So, uh... d-did Lydia show up to-today?" Stiles' quickly changed the subject as Danny gasped loudly, holding his left ear as he stabbed Kayla in the shoulder with his pen.

"I kinda tried to persuade her to stay home but I'm not in her homeroom so I'm not sure" Kayla spoke up, grabbing Danny's pen from his hand and pointing it at him like it was a deadly pointy weapon and not a 50 cent pen.

"No she didn't – gimme back my pen – she didn't show up in the homeroom" Danny spoke up and Kayla grudgingly gave it back to him.

"Okay uh... hey Danny I'm gonna ask you another question okay?" Stiles said, leaning forward in anticipation. Kayla watched as Danny rolled his eyes, obviously just wanting to get on with his work.

"No you can't"

"Well okay I'm asking the both of you then – do any one of you crazy kids know what happened to Jackson and Lydia last night?" He questioned, looking between the two of them. Danny looked like he had trouble digesting his food.

"No, Jackson... he uh... he wouldn't tell me"

"But he's your best friend" Stiles protested and Kayla shook her head – wow Stiles, way to cross the line. Stiles glanced at her from the corner of his eye as she tried to tell him it was the Alpha – she just thought Scott would've informed him, what with them being best friends and all. She raised her hands and tried to shape them into her best impression of claws and growled silently, showing her teeth. Stiles frowned; looking at her like she'd lost her mind but seemed to get the message because he nodded at her quickly.

"Just... one more question"

"What?" Danny exclaimed, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" He asked quickly and Kayla choked on her own spit, covering her mouth as a laugh threatened to break free in the middle of chemistry. Honestly Stiles – that was the deep question? Holy crap. Kayla watched as Danny frowned, his face morphed into confusion as he glanced at her as if to say 'is this guy serious?' Kayla just shrugged hopelessly. Then Stiles fell forward off his seat, almost knocking over the table and making a hell of a racket.

"Yes Stiles – you could be the new 'Miss America'" Kayla laughed quietly as she avoided Mr Harris's glare that was directed towards Stiles. But she couldn't help but think over that question throughout the rest of class. Yes, Stiles was attractive and she had no shame in admitting that. Though, as of right now, she would only admit it to herself.

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><p>"Derek" Kayla called out in surprise, crossing the hallway as Derek turned around, "What're you doing here? You're a little old to be at school"<p>

"I came to see if Jackson saw anything" He replied, "At the video store with the Alpha" He replied in a hush whisper.

"Oh, lemme guess, you used threats and intimidation to get through to him? Wow Derek, what a way to treat someone that could actually help you" Kayla rolled her eyes as Derek pulled her into an empty classroom by her arm, not being gentle at all.

"I did what I had to do okay?"

"Okay, okay geez, calm down" Kayla said, ripping her arm from his grasp, "And what was the outcome? Did he see anything?"

"Oh he saw something alright he's just too scared to admit it" Derek said, looking frustrated and seriously stressed out.

"y'know, maybe you should go for a massage or something, you're looking a little tense" She suggested, hoping to try and help her cousin relax. She knew he was stressing out a lot over the whole Alpha situation.

"Maybe... once this whole ordeal is over then I might just listen to you"

"That would be a first"

"Yes, it would wouldn't it?" Derek smirked back and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"So, nothing new on the Alpha front then?"

"No, we're still stuck on square one... like we were weeks ago" He sighed, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as if wishing for it all to go away.

"Well... the other day I thought I saw it in the parking lot after my deten... after school but it could've just been my imagination" She spoke up, feeling Derek glaring daggers through her. Well shit... she probably shouldn't have said anything - or at least said it earlier - oh boy was Derek gonna be mad.

"Wait, let me get this straight" Derek said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes and breathing heavily, "You thought you saw the Alpha... and you didn't _tell me?" _He hissed, "When was this?"

"Uh... last Thursday?" She cringed, that was, like three and a half days ago - Derek was going to be pissed. And she was right.

"Last THURSDAY?" He demanded and Kayla nodded, "You do realise you could've been killed right? He could've come back for you all because you couldn't let go of your stubbornness and tell me?"

"Well I wasn't killed - hallelujah - and I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay? I didn't know you wanted me to tell you every little bad thing that happens all because it might be The Alpha" Kayla snapped back and Derek seemed to back down.

"Well, for future reference, I do" He said, breathing heavily but beginning to calm down, "Just... please Kayla, if anything happens you have to tell me okay? Even if it's just an instinct you need to tell me" He said and Kayla detected concern in his voice.

"Okay, yeah... yeah I will" She promised, both of them now completely calm.

"You have a free period next right?" Derek piped up and Kayla looked up at him in confusion.

"Yes I do but... wait, how do you know?"

"I memorised your class schedule in case of an emergency" Derek replied offhandedly, waving his hand like it was no big deal, "How do you feel about doing a bit of self defence?" He asked, staring at her right in the eye.

"Uh... I know self defence, my mom has been enrolling me in classes since I was eight" She told him, wondering why on earth he wanted to, now of all times, teach her some kick ass moves.

"No, I'm talking about specific self defence" He added with an eye roll, "And you may as well bring along that annoying friend of yours - he's human, he could do with some teaching if he doesn't want to get his throat ripped out" And Kayla smirked, whipping out her phone and typing out a quick text to Stiles' phone.

_Meet me in the gym this free period? And u mite wanna bring your inner hulk._

It wasn't even ten seconds later when her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Stiles' name flashing up at her.

_Sure and I'm gonna pretend I know what ur talking about when in actual fact I have no idea - gimme 5 mins :)_

"Okay then... let's go" Kayla said as they walked out of the classroom, heading towards the gym.

**Hoped y'all liked it - over 4000 words! woop! so, hope you can leave some of your thoughts below, they are serious motivators and I kinda need your opinions because I'm new at this and everything! cookies to those that do and I will update in the next few days if I get enough reviews! peace out! :)**


	10. Chapter 10 - You're so drunk

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine - thanks for all your support and please keep reviewing :)**

Kayla looked up as Stiles opened the gym door, looking around in confusion before meeting her eyes and then beginning to splutter as he saw Derek standing beside her, arms crossed and looking just as intimidating as ever.

"Oh my god" He exclaimed, running a hand over his short hair and looking around, "You brought me here to kill me or something, right? Am I right? Or get used as some form of bait? Or is this because of Saturday beca-" But Kayla cut off his rambling as she saw Derek's eyes narrowing and his jaw clenching and spoke up before Stiles could put his foot in his mouth - again.

"Oh Stiles stop being so dramatic" She rolled her eyes, pointing to her cousin, "Derek just wanted to... teach us" She supplied, shrugging, as Stiles narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if she was lying or not.

"Teach us what exactly? The perfect way to get our throats ripped out cause let me tell you something, the way he's glaring at me...It looks like he wants to _kill me" _Stiles exclaimed and Kayla hid a smile as she glanced between the two males.

"If I wanted to kill you Stiles... you'd be dead already" Derek glowered and Kayla repressed a sigh - wow Der, what a perfect way to build someone's trust, really, she thought sarcastically.

"Okay, okay break it up - no one's killing anyone" Kayla said, holding up her hand and using her finger to indicate for Stiles to come over, "We haven't got long so whatever you wanted to show us... you better do it quick" She said and that snapped Derek out of his glowering as he nodded and Stiles walked over, rather cautiously, keeping his eyes trained on Derek.

"The two of you are human... well, part human" Derek added and Kayla rolled her eyes, "And we can't afford the two of you to get your heads ripped off before we find the Alpha" And Stiles and Kayla shared an un-amused glance - just because they were human it didn't mean they were completely useless. Derek stalked forward and grabbed Stiles by the shoulder, hauling him in front of Kayla and making the younger boy begin to flap around as if terrified that Derek was going to bite his head off. Which, judging by his expression, was possible.

"So...Kayla" Derek started to say, "Stiles is a predator" And that make Kayla let out a disbelieving chuckle.

"Stiles? Really?" And Derek glared in her direction, digging his nails into Stiles' shoulder, making him squawk out in pain.

"Can you please try to take this seriously?" He demanded, shoving Stiles forward full force, making him crash into Kayla and that was obviously what Derek wanted. So, Kayla grabbed Stiles' arm, using both their body weights to lift him off the ground and flip him over her shoulder. The end result? Stiles lying on his back on the floor, rubbing his shoulder blades in pain.

"Ow... what the hell? That hurt" He exclaimed, face scrunched up in pain and Kayla just shrugged.

"You're getting rusty cousin" Derek smirked, obviously trying to challenge her and Kayla narrowed her eyes - it was working.

"No I'm not - I just haven't kicked some ass in a while - sue me" She shot back, crossing her arms as Derek began to crouch down.

"Well then, let's try something a little harder" He propositioned, shifting into his werewolf form, making Stiles forget his pain and stumble to his feet, taking a few cautious steps backwards.

"Okay that is so not fair" Kayla defended, "You're like, two hundred pounds of solid muscle" And Derek looked like he wanted to punch something.

"Life isn't fair - you really think the Alpha or another werewolf is going to let you off the hook because they're stronger and faster than you? Well, newsflash cousin, they won't" He growled, suddenly swiping out with his clawed hand at her head. Kayla ducked indistinctively, kicking her leg out to try and trip Derek up. Unfortunately, he expected this and leapt into the air, jumping over her leg and swiping at her head again. Kayla flipped her body backwards, placing her hands on the floor and kicking upwards, her foot successfully connecting with Derek's jaw. When she was back on her two feet Derek charged her again and twisted her arm, much like she had done to Stiles, but this time, Kayla was prepared. She flipped her own body over and landed behind Derek, kicking him in the back and making him stumble forward.

Stiles just continued to watch this scene play out, eyes wide. He honestly wasn't sure whether to help, run or referee because he really hoped he wouldn't have to call 911 by the end of this training session.

Kayla went into a wide stance, prepared to use her fists but Derek surprised her by throwing his full body weight on her, making them both collapse on the floor and tumble over each other. Derek roared in her face so Kayla took her opportunity and kneed him between the legs and then elbowed him in the face, grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him off her. She jumped to her feet, quite pleased with her quick thinking and got prepared to taunt him that the big bad wolf was losing his spark when his hand shot out and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her back down onto the floor and throwing her sideways and Kayla spun, what felt like a hundred times on the floor, before she slammed into the hard wall, making her head spin. Before she could even get her bearings Derek grabbed her by the throat and pulled her up, pushing her back into the wall, though, a lot gentler than most people would in a fight.

"And now you're dead" He stated though Kayla detected a smug note in his voice. She glowered at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, really, that was a great bonding session between the two of you, a nice little heart to heart, but I should probably just go" Stiles stuttered, indicating behind him but the two Hales just continued to stare at him as if to say 'seriously? You're not going anywhere'

"Not so fast Stilinski" Derek said, letting Kayla go and she let out a small wince and Derek's eyes flared up with guilt but she waved him off - he wanted to show her a lesson and she definitely learnt it the hard way.

"It's you're turn next" Derek smiled in that really creepy and psychotic way as Stiles lowered his eyebrows and, judging by his expression, you would think he just got told the apocalypse was set in motion.

"Aw crap" He murmured and, despite her hammering head, Kayla couldn't help but smirk - oh boy was this going to be fun to watch.

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><p>"You have no idea how badly I wanna kill your cousin - like, full blown bloody murder" Stiles grumbled as he limped towards the boys locker room, "Cause I swear to god he broke my back, and my arms, and my legs, hell I think he has broken my whole body" He continued to moan, rubbing a sore spot on his back.<p>

"Oh trust me, I do know how much and I will help you with that whole 'murder' thing" Kayla added, holding the door open for Stiles. Derek's little 'training' session had made them miss the last two lessons of school, not that she was complaining, but they both got their asses seriously kicked. Stiles limped into the locker room and began to sift through his stuff to find some new clothes and Kayla did the same, opening her bag and pulling out a thin, baggy T-shirt and a pair of comfortable sweat pants.

"Y'know... if I could sue him I would" Stiles piped up and Kayla smirked.

"Same - right, I'm just gonna go round here and get changed" Kayla pointed behind the row of lockers and Stiles nodded, keeping his head down and his eyes solely focused on his locker as if she was getting changed right there. Kayla chuckled to herself as she walked around to the other side and pulled off her dusty, dirty and sweaty clothes, quickly changing into her new, cleaner ones, feeling better already.

"That was actually quite helpful- Oh shoot, uh... sorry" Kayla said, biting her lip as she turned around. Stiles was hurt and he obviously didn't get changed as fast as she did because she had so rudely interrupted him peeling off his T-shirt and saw a flash of pale skin belonging to his smooth torso.

"Oh, uh... I-I-I, okay" Stiles stuttered, not making a whole lot of sense as Kayla kept her back turned to respect his privacy. A couple of minutes later a deliberate cough made her turn around and see Stiles, now, fully dressed in a pair of dressy slacks, a T-shirt and shirt thrown over it - Kayla thought his whole wardrobe probably only consisted of shirts and T-shirts.

"Yeah, uh... I'm ready now" He said and Kayla chuckled. Wow, really? Never.

"So I was gonna head round to Lydia's cause I promised her I would last night - do you wanna come?" She asked, picking up both her bag and Stiles' bag so he wouldn't have to carry it. She was used to these intense training, kicking your ass, sessions but Stiles wasn't - though her head was still thumping painfully.

"Yeah, yeah sure... I was going to go anyway and check on her" Stiles nodded, letting out a hiss of pain as he moved his shoulder and Kayla covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, and tried to put on a sympathetic face.

"Cool - we'll have to take our separate vehicles though" She said, holding open the door. She thought Stiles would want to go - it was so obvious he had a crush on Lydia, everyone knew that, except, of course, the girl in question.

"Sounds like a plan" Stiles smiled, rubbing his shoulder making Kayla shake her head in exasperation.

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><p>"Stiles? What the hell is a Stiles?" Was the first words that Stiles heard coming out of Lydia's mouth and had to repress and eye roll. Wow, seriously?<p>

"I guess she doesn't know your name" Kayla whispered, frowning at Lydia like one would a naughty child. Stiles head snapped in her direction and he flashed back to the dream he had last night, or rather this morning.

"_You have to make your mind up Stiles" She whispered, hands resting on his chest, "Do you want to wait around for Lydia. The same Lydia whose head over heels in love with Jackson and doesn't even know your name or... do you want to open your heart up to other people?" She asked, her head tilting backwards to look him in the eye._

He didn't realise he was staring at her in shock until she nudged him and mouthed 'what?' He just shook his head, dispelling all those thoughts.

"Uh, she took a little something to ease her nerves - you two can go right in" Mrs Martin said and Stiles nodded as he and Kayla trotted in, Kayla taking the lead and sitting right in front of Lydia, who was dressed in nothing but a skimpy night gown, leaving Stiles to perch at the end of the bed and try to keep his eyes diverted away from the half naked Lydia.

"How you feeling Lyd?" Kayla asked gently as Lydia smacked her lips together, sitting up and playing with a strand of Kayla's hair, pulling her head backwards and forwards making Kayla raise her eyebrows.

"I feel fine" She slurred, leaning around Kayla to touch Stiles' arm and smile up at him drunkenly, "Actually... I feel fantastic" She grinned and Stiles' heart beat wildly in his chest. Oh God, Lydia was actually touching him?! Granted she probably had no idea what she was doing but still... talk about a dream come true.

"What are you both doing here?" She questioned, staring down at her immaculate fingernails.

"Uh... I was worried about you" Stiles replied dumbly and Kayla swivelled her head around to peer at him with a raised eyebrow, "I mean...we were both really worried about you - both of us, two, as in plural" And Kayla smirked before focusing her attention back on Lydia.

"That was nice of you two - plural" Lydia slurred and Stiles couldn't help but smile. God, she really was beautiful.

"Hey, uh, Lydia - you don't happen to have any aspirin do you? My head's killing me" Kayla asked and when Stiles looked at her he could see she was squinting her eyes and blinking more rapidly than usual. Guess Derek's training session hurt her more than he first thought. After it she seemed fine, not even limping but now she was pale and worry flared up in Stiles' chest.

"Yes, yes I do Kayla... I would give you all my aspirin for you" Lydia replied dreamily, clumsily picking up a prescription bottle from her bedside table and handing it to Kayla who chuckled light heartedly at Lydia's comment.

"That's nice to know Lydia" Kayla responded, knocking out about half a dozen tablets and standing up from the bed, "I'm just gonna get a glass of water, keep her company?" She asked and Stiles bobbed his head up and down. Of course he would, that was a stupid question. Kayla smiled knowingly and left and Stiles focused his attention back on Lydia.

"How much of those 'quell your nerves' tablets did you take?" Stiles asked as Lydia drunkenly swayed forward, almost head butting him in the chest.

"Aaaaaalot" She smiled, reaching up and feeling his arm making Stiles gasp.

"Uh yeah... uh" Stiles laughed nervously, "I bet you can't say 'I saw Suzie sitting in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast?" And smiled lightly when Lydia kept trying to and promptly failing.

"I saw..." Lydia trailed off, a sudden, daunting, terrified look plastered on her face.

"Wait Lydia... what did you see?"

"Something"

"Something... something like a mountain lion?" He asked desperately, clinging to straws. It was then Kayla walked in, plonking herself down clumsily on the bed behind him but he was so focused on Lydia he didn't turn around.

"A mountain lion" She confirmed.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion or are you just saying that cause that's what the police told you?" He asked again just to make doubly sure.

"A mountain lion" She repeated again but she sounded so totally out of it Stiles didn't believe a word that came out of her pretty little mouth. So he picked up a toy giraffe and held it up to her, asking what it was.

"A mountain lion" She repeated and Stiles chuckled, placing it back on her table but seeing the prescription bottle that read 'Benzodiazepines' on it's label and gulped. Aw crap.

"Uh... Kayla? I don't think Lydia gave you aspirin" He called out, turning around to see Kayla dopily looking around the room, the same drunken smile that Lydia wore.

"Aw crap" He repeated, this time out loud, looking between the two of them. How the hell was he supposed to deal with two loopy girls?

"Hmmm?" She hummed, meeting his eyes, blinking slowly.

"Lydia gave you Benzodiazepines not aspirin" He repeated slowly, as if he was talking to a child.

"Really?" She slurred, touching her forehead, "But I feel a whole lot better" She added, running a hand through her long hair and smiling.

"I bet you do" Stiles murmured, giving her a small smile and meeting her eyes until he felt Lydia fall forward, her hand landing on his thigh making him begin to breathe heavily.

"Oh dear god" He murmured, throwing his head back but snapping it up when he felt Kayla's hand on his shoulder sending vibrations through his body.

"Derek didn't hurt you tooooo bad did he?" She questioned, swaying a bit, "He forgets that-that..." She trailed off as if she had forgotten what she was going to say. She chuckled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, "He forgets that... people are breakable" She finished, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Uh... um, I-I'm f-fine" He stuttered, completely overwhelmed by the two girls that were sitting so close to him. Kayla smiled and ran a finger down his cheek, "That's good then" She whispered, eyes closing momentarily as she fell backwards on the bed, hair billowing out around her.

"Yeah, I should probably just get you home" Stiles spoke up, turning around and looking at Lydia who was still half laying on him. As gently as he could, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off him, causing her to wake up.

"Oh" Lydia said in disappointment, "Are you leaving already?"

"Uh... yes, yes uh... Kayla is kinda drunk so she needs to go home" Stiles said just as he heard a bang behind him and they both whipped around to see Kayla no longer lying on the bed but on the floor, giggling like mad.

"Oops" She said, sitting up, her hair wild, "But... I don't wanna gooooo home" She whined, trying to pull herself back up but failing miserably and falling back down onto the carpet, "My mom isn't there Stiles... I don't wanna be left alone" She added with a pout, eyes glassy and Stiles heat clenched.

"Uh...okay, uh, I'll just... take you to mine then" He suggested and Kayla gave him a wide smile, laying on her back and stretching out on the carpet, "This carpet feels so soft... can I steal it?" And Stiles knew now would be the best time to leave. Hiding a smile at Kayla's ridiculously childish and drunken behaviour he turned around to say bye to Lydia but she grabbed his hand, staring at him with large doe eyes.

"Don't go" She whispered, "Stay"

"I would but, uh... I can't" Stiles said, torn. He wanted to stay with Lydia but at the same time he wanted to stay with Kayla and that only caused him more confusion.

"Stay" Lydia pleaded and Stiles bit his lip, looking between the two girls but shook his head. He was a friend first.

"Sorry Lydia" Stiles said, standing up and walking over to Kayla, putting his hands on his hips and frowning down at her.

"But Jackson... I want you to stay" Lydia slurred before falling backwards, letting out a small snore. Yup - that's the reason he didn't want to stay, because all Lydia wanted was Jackson - not him. He pushed away the hurt and focused on the hilarity of the situation, that was actually pretty funny. Lydia's phone beeped and Stiles went to look at the text, shock flooding through his veins when he saw the video of the Alpha - the frigging Alpha.

"Kayla, oh my god you have to see this" He exclaimed, kneeling on the ground next to her and practically shoving the phone in her face. After it finished Stiles looked at Kayla expectantly, waiting for a reaction.

"It's pretty" She murmured, her face bright as she peered up at him, touching his hand.

"Pretty? It's not pretty - it's a murderous, dangerous beast that like tearing people's throats out and... oh, never mind" Stiles added as Kayla's attention was focused on fiddling with his silver watch, "You're too drunk to even care what I'm saying"

"I always care what you have to say" Kayla piped up, making Stiles' head snap down to look at her in shock as she managed to remove his watch, "So does other people cause... cause you're the smart one" She said seriously and Stiles thought that maybe the drugs had worn off but, clearly not, as Kayla grinned at him, "And you have a really nice voice" She giggled, falling forward onto his chest as Stiles began spluttering, not sure where to put his hands.

"Yup - okay, home it is then" He managed to get out, tightening his grip on Kayla's upper arms, hauling her to her feet, making her stumble.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asked, watching her closely as she stumbled, grabbing his wrist.

"Duh... I have legs" She sassed back and Stiles chuckled - nice to know she didn't lose her attitude even when she was completely out of it. She stumbled out of the room, Stiles not far behind her, ready to catch her if she fell. Just as he was about to close the door he glanced at Lydia one more time and then down at the phone in his hand. He was only taking it to protect her, he reassured himself, protecting her from the big, scary world like anyone would want to do. The sound of Kayla slipping jolted him from his 'serious thinking' as his hand shot out to stabilise her and she grinned up at him lazily.

"Thanksssssss Stiles" And Stiles' heart skipped a beat. Aw, c'mon, seriously?

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><p>The car ride was... interesting to say the least. It consisted of Kayla singing at the top of her lungs, trying to stick her head out the window like a dog and playing with the gear stick for fun. Yeah, it would've been a lot more fun if Stiles hadn't ended up almost driving into a ditch as he avoided an oncoming car. Yet, Kayla laughed and Stiles couldn't help but join in at the absolutely ridiculous situation they were in.<p>

When they arrived at his house she fell out of the jeep and Stiles raced around to see if she was okay but she was fine, sitting cross legged on the tarmac.

"Okay then..." Stiles murmured, looking around to see if anyone was staring - he didn't want to get accused of kidnapping or inappropriate behaviour or anything like that. Kayla's eyes were sliding shut so he helped her stand up and, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk from the jeep to the house, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, grimacing slightly as it was his bad shoulder that Derek injured, but paid no heed of it as he headed inside and started going up the stairs.

"If you drop me... I'll kill you" He heard Kayla's muffled voice pipe up as she gripped the back of his shirt in her hand.

"Funnily enough... I'll try not to" He said back, opening his door to his room and, trying to be as gentle as he could, which didn't work out too well, he tried to place Kayla down on his bed but ended up practically throwing her on it and, because she still had a grip on his shirt, he tumbled down on top of her.

"Oh my god.. I, Uh... sorry" He murmured, blushing like mad as he looked her in the eye.

"It's fineeee" She slurred and he glanced down at the fistful of shirt she was gripping tightly.

"Uh... you can let me go now" He said, embarrassed, and Kayla smiled, letting him go and then stretching out on his bed, trying to get comfortable.

It wasn't even an hour later when Stiles resorted to leaving a threatening message on Scott's phone, fed up with his best friend not answering. Really? Shit was going down here and Stiles needed his friend and where the hell was he? Yeah... not here. A knocking on his door made Stiles snap his head up from resting it on the chair and saw his dad leaning against the door frame, about to open his mouth to ask a question but stopped, eyes traveling over to Kayla who was spread out on his bed, head turned into the pillows, t-shirt riding up slightly at all the fidgeting she had done in the past hour.

"Uh... do I want to know?" His dad asked, an eyebrow cocked in a questioning look.

"What? No... no" Stiles said, making his dad's face morph into shock and Stiles realised how that sounded and blushed, trying to form coherent sentences, "I just meant, uh... it's not how it looks, we didn't- I mean... nothing happened, oh god..." Stiles ran a hand down his face, completely mortified.

"Okay" His dad said slowly, still looking like he didn't believe him and asked "Then pease tell me i'm going to hear good things at this parent-teacher conference tonight"

"Uh... that depends on how you define 'good news'?"

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues"

"You might wanna re think that definition"

"Enough said" His dad sighed, glancing once more between Kayla and Stiles, looking like he wanted to say something, but shook his head and walked away. Stiles sighed - everything was just so complicated. So, trying not to dwell on his decision much, he deleted the video from Lydia's phone, cringing as he did so.

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><p>When Kayla awoke she was alone in a dark, unfamiliar room and jolted up off the bed, looking around in confusion. Immediately though her heart stopped racing as she realised she was in Stiles' room, letting out a small smile but them immediately cringing as a few memories floated back to her. God, she acted like a complete and utter drunk idiot. Urgghhh.<p>

She groaned, rolling off the bed. No one was home, that much was obvious and when she looked out she saw the jeep and the Sheriff's car gone as well as the fact she had no car either. She assumed it was still at Lydia's so, with a tired sigh, she left the Stilinski household and walked the twenty minute walk it took from point A to point B.

"Thank god you're here" She sighed as she spotted the familiar red car she owned, sitting alone in the driveway. She reached for her keys out her pocket and jumped in, "You have no idea how good it is to see you" She said, fully aware she was talking to a car but not really caring. She pulled out of the driveway and left, slipping into her day dream mode.

She vaguely remembered something to do with Lydia's phone and the Alpha but it was all a blur - a really _really_ big blur but she promised herself she would ask Stiles tomorrow - as long as he wouldn't laugh himself hoarse at her for acting like a frigging five year old. Though, she knew it would just be harmless teasing, it wasn't something he would hold over her head.

Snapping herself out of her daydream, Kayla looked around in confusion. Where the hell was she? She must have been so absorbed in her thoughts she just drove and drove and drove, completely unaware of the route she was taking. She recognised the road she was on though - it was the same one she took to come into Beacon Hills only now she was driving away from it. Okay... what? She pulled over to the side of the road, climbing out and looking around at the vast amount of trees and complete emptiness of all life forms that weren't human.

Strange. Shaking her head she was just about to get back in her car and drive home when she heard a noise coming from the woods beside her. She whipped her head to the side, trying to pinpoint it's location. And it wasn't a quiet, muffled sound either - like a twig snapping - it sounded a lot more like a whole frigging tree being snapped in half.

Dammit Kayla, stay calm, it's nothing to worry about, she repeated in her head over and over, squinting her eyes through the darkness. It was nothing. But the more she tried to convince herself that, the more she knew it definitely was not her imagination. Trying to quell the shaking of her hands she hit speed dial on her cell phone, trying to keep as silent as possible.

"Kayla?" Derek's voice asked through the speaker and just hearing his voice helped Kayla calm down.

"Der, hey uh... remember you said to tell you if anything bad happened?" She whispered, spinning around in a circle slowly, keeping her eyes as wide as possible so, whatever the hell it was, couldn't surprise her.

"Is the Alpha there?" Derek demanded, a frantic tone in his voice and she could hear the muffled sound of things breaking in the background.

"Um... I think so - I dunno, it's not like we shook hands or anything but... I have this feeling" She told him, slightly sarcastically, walking out to the middle of the road, eyes glued to the woods. She could just imagine the Alpha suddenly bursting through the line of trees and ripping her throat out and that image didn't help calm her down any.

"Where are you?" Derek growled and she could hear him turning into his wolf form.

"On the road that leads to outside Beacon Hills and-" She cut herself off as she heard a deep, menacing growl coming from the other side of the road where the other set of trees were and jumped, skittering backwards, dropping her phone in the process and it hit the tar mac with a loud 'crack'. She heard Derek's frantic call of her name on the other end but couldn't find her voice to say anything. Her breath fogged up in front of her as a howl ripped through the night air and that spurred Kayla into action.

She yanked open her car door, not even shutting it properly before she hit the gas pedal and sped off, the wheels of her car spinning dangerously as the car tried to grip onto the road. Her heart pounding, she glanced in the rear view mirror, mouth slackening when she saw a pair of red shining eyes glowering at her through the fog that sent chills up her spine.

"Holy crap" She breathed. The Alpha was actually here? She sucked in a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm - panicking would only make the situation a hundred times worse so she focused her eyes on the rod ahead, knowing that Derek would be here soon and that made her heart slow down. She risked another glance in the mirror just before a corner on the road and frowned - no red eyes were glaring at her. Which only meant... he was gone, or was coming after her and Kayla wasn't sure which was the best option.

She refocused her eyes on the road in front of her but wished she hadn't. The large beast of an Alpha was crouched down on all fours, it's snout upturned, red eyes evil as Kayla let out a gasp of terror and managed to fling the steering wheel to the left, making the car skid and for it to narrowly avoid hitting the Alpha that would only surely cause a head on collision. Unfortunately, the road wasn't all that wide and it was slippy from the rain that fell earlier that night, making the car careen off the side of the road, the back end spinning around as it hit a tree and forcing the car on it's side as it slid forward, finally stopping as the front collided with a rather large tree and the last thing Kayla heard was a deep, throaty growl that tore through the silent night.

A.N) Had to have some drama in there! ha! so... I'm updating super fast, dunno why but hey ho, I don't think anyone's complaining! I hope you can leave your thoughts below, I would really appreciate it and if I get enough reviews I will update in the next couple of days! so please please please review :)


	11. Chapter 11 - We didn't do anything

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"Urghhhh" Kayla groaned, raising a shaky hand to her forehead, feeling the warm congealment of blood trickling down her skin and blinking rapidly to try and get everything to stop spinning. She was lying on her side, skin digging into the broken glass and looked around. Everything was dark and everything was silent.

"You have got to be kidding me" She murmured, crawling through the broken windscreen, wincing as the glass stung her hands, "I'm alone with a frigging Alpha, with no car or phone" She added, holding onto the car as she stood on her two legs, promptly falling down as her legs couldn't support her own weight. She knew not a lot of time had passed because Derek would have been here if it had so Kayla peered around her. No glowing red eyes, no shivers down the spine, no feeling of dread spreading through her veins.

The Alpha must be gone then.

Well... hopefully, otherwise she would be in some serious crap.

Taking deep breaths and pushing past the pain that seemed to spike through her brain she tried once again to stand up, this time being successful and managed to totter out from the woods and onto the main road just as a pair of headlights blinded her, making her wince painfully and cover her eyes, tears prickling her eyelids as her whole head seemed to explode. The car skidded to a stop, door opening and shutting quickly and Kayla opened her eyes to see Derek running over to her, a wild look plastered on his face.

"Kayla? Kayla, are you okay?" He demanded in worry, gripping her upper arms tightly, "What happened?" He was rattling off questions so quickly it made Kayla's head spin even more. She tried to focus on Derek but saw three of him floating around her, six pairs of blue eyes analysing her.

"M'fine" She tried to say as confidently as possible - she hated having to be helped and be the damsel in distress, "I just... uh crashed cause... cause of the, um... thing" She said, screwing her eyes shut to try and rid herself of the blinding pain. It was just a head injury - she had many over the years, no need to over react.

"I think you need to go to the hospital" Derek told her, completely serious, but Kayla immediately shook her head. No, no hospitals.

"No Derek... M'fine" She protested - if she went to the hospital they would probably do a whole bunch of tests on her and find her seriously abnormal DNA - they would poke and prod her, wondering why the hell she was different and Kayla cringed - no hospitals.

"You don't heal like us Kayla and I think you have a concussion" Derek said back but Kayla felt like her ears were full of cotton wool because Derek's voice was muffled and slow and why the hell was her head splitting in two?

"I.. I-" The world was spinning and she felt sick to the stomach as she felt her speech slurring, "Where am I?" She slurred in confusion before she felt her stomach heaving and dropped to her knee's, bringing Derek down with her, but he held onto her tightly, not letting her go. She felt him move some hair away from her face as she tried to heave and clung onto his arm.

"Derek... what-" Everything was tilting at an awkward angle and she felt so weak that she just slumped against Derek as her eyes slid shut, her whole body screaming for sleep.

"Kayla? Kayla? Don't sleep - you can't sleep" Derek snapped, tapping her cheek to try and wake her up - he knew that people with concussions weren't supposed to fall asleep, it could cause complications and make it harder for them to wake up. Kayla's eyes remained closed and Derek felt himself beginning to panic. No, no, no this was not happening again - not after the rest of his family, not after Laura. He picked her up, sliding his arms under her legs and holding her to his chest as he raced back to his car, almost ripping the door off as he lay her down in the back seat, peeling off his leather jacket and placing it gently under her head.

This Alpha was going to pay, and Derek would make damn sure he got what was coming to him.

Breaking several speeding limits and managing not to crash his car, Derek skidded up beside the hospital at the emergency room entrance just as he heard Kayla groaning and opened the back seat door.

"Wha-what happened?" She slurred, sitting up and holding a hand to her forehead as Derek kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knee's to grab her attention.

"Do you feel dizzy? Sick? Tired?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as her face scrunched up in confusion.

"I feel like crap" She confirmed, shutting her eyes against the blaring lights from the hospital signs.

"Do you remember what happened? What you saw?" He rattled off again and, despite the situation, Kayla managed to glare at him.

"What's with the twenty questions?" She snapped irritably and Derek helped her stand up.

"Okay easy... easy" He said gently, a lot gentler than most people would think him possible, "You hit your head pretty hard"

"No shit Sherlock" She snapped, running a hand through her hair and wincing, swaying a bit as she stood. Derek ignored the jab at him and placed a hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her forearm to stabilise her and guide her into the hospital - if he even thought about it, or tried, to pick her up Kayla's stubbornness would over-ride her need for help and she would kick and scream the whole way into the hospital and that thought actually began to scare him slightly.

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><p>"Derek" Stiles exclaimed in shock, before looking around wildly, making sure no-one saw him, and fumbled his way over to the werewolf - who still scared him. Derek glowered at him, forehead all broody and furrowed, and Stiles gulped. Holy crap. "Wh-what're you doing here?"<p>

"What are _you _doing here?" Derek retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at him.

"I-I asked you first" Stiles retorted, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought he saw Derek's eyes glow blue for a moment. Okay, maybe he would just answer first then... no need for heads to go flying over a stupid question.

"At the parent-teacher conference my dad, he uh... there was this mountain lion and, uh... he got knocked over by a car" Stiles said, head whipping around to the examination room his dad was in getting checked over. Stiles knew it wasn't too serious, his dad was awake and trying to joke with him when he met him at the hospital, but still... what scared Stiles the most was the fact it could've been a whole lot worse. He could've ended up dead.

Stiles bit his lip, trying not to let his anger slip through the surface - Scott was supposed to protect those people and where was he? Off with his girlfriend, having _fun._ He was sure Derek could hear his heart beating a mile a minute and thought he saw a look of concern flit across the older man's face but put it to his over active imagination. Since when did Derek actually care? Stiles had never witnessed it and was pretty sure he would never - that man was ice cold.

Before Derek could say anything or lie and say he was 'sorry' or something, Stiles met his gaze.

"So what're doing here? I was under the impression your own little werewolf ass could heal itself" Stiles rolled his eyes, not expecting the sudden concern to flare up in Derek's eyes and that made his own eyes widen.

"I can heal myself - unfortunately, my cousin can't" And Stiles' heart skipped a beat. Wait... what? What the hell was going on? Kayla was hurt? How? When? Where? By who?

"W-What? Kayla? I left her sleeping on my bed... she was completely out of it" Stiles exclaimed, the words tumbling from his mouth at a mile a minute, his head going over all the things that could've happened. Derek slowly tilted his head to the side, giving Stiles a full blown death glare as he raised his eyebrows threateningly.

"No... no, not like... oh my god, not like that" He exclaimed, trying to explain to Derek before he went all K-niney and clawy and ripped his throat out, "I meant, there was a mix up with aspirin and the whole 'drugged up' thing, and I couldn't leave her alone and-and we didn't... I mean, we didn't do anything, nothing happened, no bodies were connecting or - I'm gonna shut up now" Stiles added, taking in a huge breath and placing his hands on his hips in an exaggerated manner, hoping to god he managed to convince Derek that nothing, he repeated, **nothing **was going on - he actually like having all his limbs in tact thank you very much.

Derek just continued to glare at him suspiciously, obviously unimpressed with his rambling, before rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what happened, she wasn't making a lot of sense but..." Stiles hung onto Derek's words like a lifeline, leaning forward, dying to know more as Derek lowered his voice and added, "I'm pretty sure it was the Alpha"

"The _ALPHA?" _Stiles exclaimed, his voice going a few octaves higher and a few curious people looked up. Derek smacked him round the head and dragged him further down the hallway, away from prying ears.

"What the hell? Are you stupid? Shut up" Derek growled, face glaring and Stiles just nodded jittery.

"Okay, okay sorry" He breathed out, rubbing his head, "But wait... she's okay right? I mean, it's not serious or anything?" He demanded, feeling his eyebrows furrowing with concern. First his dad and now Kayla? This could not be happening.

"I think so" Wow Derek, what a way to inspire reassurance, Stiles thought sarcastically, "It seemed to just be a concussion but... hold on- what did you mean about being drugged up?" Derek snapped and Stiles felt his heart drop into his stomach as Derek looked at him expectantly. Then, he heard a familiar voice snapping at some poor, unexpected nurse or doctor as both he and Derek looked towards the noise.

"For the love of almighty god, would you stop prodding me like a frigging doll" Stiles heard Kayla snap and relief spread through his veins - well, she seemed to be alright, if shouting at medical care professionals was anything to go by. Both he and Derek glanced at each other, obviously thinking the same thing, as they took off down the corridor and into the examination room that Kayla was currently in.

"Oh Derek, thank god, can you tell these _people _that I am completely fine" She demanded, looking between the nurses on either side of her in exasperation, one a red head and the other was a young, dark skinned woman.

"But you're not completely fine" Derek said smugly but Stiles watched as the raw concern faded away from his eyes and relief was left - okay, so maybe he did care after all, well... sometimes then. Kayla glared at him and Derek strode forward, holding up his hand with two fingers held up.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Four" She replied instantly and Stiles' eyes widened dramatically as she continued on, "Now can I leave?"

"Miss, you have a very serious concussion and we have to go through with a CT scan just to be on the safe side that there's no brain swelling or bleeding on the brain" The red head protested, laying a comforting hand on Kayla's shoulder but she shrugged it off, "Now, if you could just sit here patiently and not get worked up this whole procedure will go a lot easier" And then they left, nodding to Stiles and Derek.

"Well you can shove your job up your - Stiles?" Kayla asked in shock, cutting off her shout to the nurses as her eyes finally landed on him, "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" She asked, her eyes full of concern.

"Uh... yes, I mean no.. well, it depends on your definition of 'fine'" Stiles rambled, thinking back to his dad. Yes, he knew it wasn't serious but he was stil mega worried about him to the point where he never wanted to let him out of his sight again.

"Well that made a lot of sense - I mean, I'm the one with the concussion and I think my body functions work better than yours" She teased and Stiles gave a small smile and saw Derek out of the corner of his eye rolling his own in irritation, folding his arms and glaring out the window as if trying to shut their conversation out. Stiles cleared his throat nervously and focused back on the matter at hand.

"Mountain lion attack at the school - my dad got knocked over by a car in the chaos" Stiles explained and Kayla frowned at him, eyes sympathetic if not slightly panicked.

"Is he okay?" She asked, looking like she was about to stand up and walk over to him but let out a small wince, and stayed seated. Good, Stiles thought, he didn't need her collapsing on him... again.

"Yeah, I think so... just a bit of soft tissue damage" He reassured, "But he's stubborn though - he'll pull through no problem" Stiles added, trying to reassure himself more than anything else.

"Sounds like someone else I know" Kayla said lightly, obviously trying to cheer him up and it worked - if just slightly, "But, that's good then... I mean, it could've been a whole lot worse" And then her eyes widened slightly, realising what she said, "Wow, that sounded cruel... I meant, he's lucky... no, I didn't mean that, he's strong? No... oh, you know what I mean" She rambled, throwing her hands up in exasperation - obviously the concussion _had _altered her bodily functions then.

Stiles chuckled, feeling some of the tension leaving his body, "It's okay, I know what you meant" And then they both fell silent, absorbed in their own thoughts.

"Okay, now that little flirting session is over, maybe you could fill us in what the hell happened? Cause some of us where scared out of their minds" Derek piped up, walking over to stand beside Kayla who was sitting on the bed. Stiles gulped nervously - what was it with everyone saying they were flirting? His cheeks darkened but he just pretended he didn't hear Derek's little jab - yes that was best, just forget it... yup, that's what he was doing.

"I left Stiles house" And at the mention of that little _incident _Derek quickly snapped his head in Stiles direction, giving him a glare that Stiles tried to deny scared the hell out of him, but avoided the werewolf's eyes, "Driving around for some reason, hell if I know, I heard something and then '_BAM' _glowing red eyes - so I uh... I did something?... I don't know it's kinda blank after that but I do know one thing" She said completely seriously, staring at them both in the eye, holding off for dramatic suspense..."That Alpha owes me a new frickin' car" She exploded and Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Honestly, I understand wanting to scare people shitless, I was a pro at pranking back in the day, but c'mon - ruining someone's car? That's low" She finished angrily, taking a deep breath.

"Got that off your chest now?" Derek asked, a slight hint of sassiness in his voice.

"Yes actually, thanks" She replied, completely calm and Stiles revelled in the fact she could go from looking like she wanted to rip the Alpha's head off one moment to looking like an innocent five year old wanting ice cream the next.

"Okay so... you didn't get an impression off him? A hint maybe as to why he's doing this?" Derek asked, slipping back into 'broody' mode.

"Yes Derek, we discussed his master plan over tea and biscuits" She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes and Stiles glanced between the two Hales - one moment they could go from having that look that they would die for each other then wanting to tear each other a new one. Stiles would never understand it so he just didn't try.

"Kayla I-"

"No Derek, I don't know why he's doing... what he's doing..." She trailed off, losing the colour in her face and her stare going blank for a minute, "But, uh... I had this feeling like-like I knew him? Does that make sense?" She questioned and Stiles felt his eyes bugging out his head. Great - an Alpha that not only wanted to tear everyone's head off but they also had a mutual friend in common - fantastic.

"What do you mean?" Derek demanded, leaning forwards, face void of all emotion, "You know who he is?"

"No - I'm pretty sure I would've said something beforehand" She replied sarcastically, "But he just seemed.. familiar? But I don't how" She shrugged, peering up at Derek, "Does this mean-" She started to say but the two nurses from before entered the room, one carrying a nightgown and the other trailing in a gurney.

"Miss Hale, if you could just change into this and we'll get started" The red head said, handing over the pristine while material, "Do you need help changing?" And Kayla let out a loud sigh, and Stiles could practically hear her teeth grinding against each other in irritation - wow, she really hated hospitals didn't she?

"I'm pretty sure I'll manage cause I can actually walk and talk now - a miracle right?" Kayla sassed, steadying herself on her feet as she stood up and Stiles glanced between he two nurses - he definitely didn't envy their jobs right now, especially having to look after a seriously irritated Hale.

**A.N) Just over 3000 words, I wanted to write more but I have a ton of homework to do! any way, thanks for all the previous reviews and please please please leave your thoughts below - they are serious motivators and I think that's what's fuelling me to rattle these chapters out ;) ha! Any way, peace out and I'll update soon XD**


	12. Chapter 12 - Kiss me

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Kayla had just about had enough of all this... whatever the hell it was. The hospital. The nurses. The doctors. The equipment. The stupid, stupid white walls and that awful smell of disinfectant and cleaner. She just hated hospitals with a vengeance and Derek had conveniently taken her to one. She wasn't mad at him per se for doing that, he was just worried but... she seriously hated hospitals.

Her head felt like it was increasing in size but she didn't say anything to the doctors - hell, they'd just performed a flipping CT scan, they knew what was wrong with her. They wheeled her back to her room, told her they would be back in a moment, and left - which was when Stiles and Derek walked back in.

"So what was the diagnosis?" Derek asked, folding his arms across his chest. Kayla took a deep breath, focusing on trying to not let her heart glitch when she told a lie. She just had to believe the lie was all - that was a sure way to pass the 'test'. So, she imagined the nurses and the doctors informing her that she was completely fine and encouraged her to go home and get a good night's sleep.

"Completely fine - ridiculously fine actually, just a bump to the head, nothing to cry over... I can actually go home" She stated, picking up her folded clothes, that were slightly torn and ragged but better than the damn gown at any rate. Stiles let out a disbelieving snort, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes Kayla, you're completely fine - I mean, it's not like you were in a car accident or anything" He stated sarcastically and Kayla exhaled loudly.

"Well, I'm just gonna change and then one of you jackas-" She started to say, hoping to make a quick get away but that annoying red headed nurse strode in, holding a clip board to her chest and sending Kayla a disapproving glare.

"Miss Hale" She said sternly, "Where do you think you're going? The CT scan indicated that you have slight swelling on the right side of your brain that, if left alone and unmonitored, could increase and stop the fluids running through to your brain - I suggest you take a seat and allow me to administer the sedative before I call security" She demanded and Kayla rolled her eyes, wincing at the pain in her head.

"Then you need to seriously get your equipment checked because, for the last time, I'm fine... I can walk, talk, and will throw you through the wall if I wanted to" She snapped, trying to get her point across. Couldn't they realise she didn't want to stay here? How just the idea terrified her?

"Kayla" Derek snapped in a harsh voice as Stiles watched the two back and forth like a frigging tennis match, "Do as they tell you"

Kayla felt her anger brimming to the surface but held it back determinedly, trying to keep as calm as possible. The nurse left and seconds later she heard the tannoy call for aided help and to come to room 245, coincidentally where she was.

"This is ridiculous" Kayla said, trying to leave but Derek stood in front of her, folding his arms and Stiles didn't know what to say.

"I understand your reluctance-"

"No you don't Derek" She snapped, "I watched them die in a hospital and do you know what the so-called doctors did? Nothing, absolutely nothing, so get out of my way" She said, her voice level but Stiles detected that raw anger making it's way to the surface. He gulped, walking over beside Derek. He assumed 'they' meant her dad and brother and Stiles agreed with what she said. He watched his mom die and it definitely wasn't a pleasant experience, it send chills up his spine just coming near a hospital.

It was then two large men walked in, dressed in scrubs, followed by the red-headed nurse and Stiles watched as they prepared the injection, presumably the sedative.

"Now Miss Hale, we're just going to administer the sedative and monitor your brain-"

"No you're not, you're not gonna touch me okay?" Kayla demanded and Stiles watched in concern as she began to get hysterical - something Stiles had never seen before - she always seemed so calm and unfazed but now... she was unravelling and Stiles' realised even she had her weaknesses. She prepared to storm away from the place but one of the buff men gently grabbed her gently and Kayla, obviously not being at full strength, protested weakly but was powerless as the red headed nurse injected her arm full of clear liquid and Stiles bit back his faintness - yeah, everyone had a weakness and his was needles.

"Stop... st-st-st..." Kayla stuttered, her body going limp as her eyelids began to slide shut, "D-D-Derek?" She asked faintly as she was placed gently on the bed and Stiles felt worry flare up in his chest. What the hell was going on? Derek strode forward and took her hand, something that made Stiles take a double take, and move some hair away from her face.

"D-Der... why?" She slurred as they began to hook her up to different equipment and Stiles' heart pounded in his chest. She was far from okay.

"It's for the best Kayla... just try and relax" He stated, concern lining his voice as Kayla tried to reply but her head fell to the side as she got completely knocked out by the drugs in her system.

"I suggest you both go home and get some rest - she's going to be knocked out for tonight and most of the day... if anything changes we'll inform you" The red head said, placing the chart at the end of the bed in that little white holder. Derek unclasped his hand from Kayla's, his eyes turning steely as Stiles saw him trying to put up that mask again - the one that said 'nothing can penetrate me' but Stiles saw right through it. He gave a sharp nod and turned on his heel, leaving the room where as Stiles held back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, he kept trying to remind himself, nothing more.

"Don't worry, I can assure you your girlfriend is going to be completely fine, nothing a good rest won't cure" The red head said, holding open the door for him and Stiles spluttered, mouth gaping.

"She's-she's not my g-girlfriend" He protested, spinning around so rapidly he almost slipped on the floor, "I mean - she's a girl and my friend but not my girlfriend... she's my girl friend but not my _girlfriend_" Stiles exclaimed, using rapid arm movements to prove his point. Seriously? Why did everyone just assume they were together? Like, a guy and a girl could be just friends, it's not that totally unheard of.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just assumed because... uh" Her head nodded down to the bed and Stiles looked down, seeing Kayla's hand lightly gripping his wrist and his fingers were splayed across her hand and Stiles almost choked on his spit. What? When did that happen? Huh? He glanced up at the nurse quickly, and then back down, a panicked expression on his face and Stiles was sure the red head gave a small smirk.

"Well, at any rate she's going to be fine, but you won't if you stay up all night worrying" And Stiles nodded, gently peeling his hand away from Kayla's grasp and escaping the room that made him feel like he was confined. He glanced over his shoulder, just to double check, and let out a squawk and jumped back dramatically at Derek who had magically appeared out of no where, a glaring look plastered on his face.

"Jesus" Stiles exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest, "What the hell? Are you a ninja or something cause we should really get you a bell" He exclaimed as Derek continued to glare at him and Stiles' gulped. Uh oh, stupid werewolf hearing, Stiles cursed as he, very carefully, moved around Derek who just kept turning to glare at him.

"Yup... I'm going now... going... going... gone" Stiles stuttered, taking off down the corridor and practically flinging himself into his dad's examination room. He looked a lot better and had a rather large ice pack held against his back but most of the colour had returned to his face. He even managed to raise his eyebrows at Stiles' behaviour so, obviously, he was feeling much much better.

"Do I even want to know?" His dad asked with a shake of his head and Stiles let out a nervous chuckle - well, he couldn't exactly say one of his friend's werewolf relatives practically sent him a death threat through his eyes because some random nurse assumed he and his friend were an item because she got attacked by an alpha, could he? His dad would surely get him locked up.

So he just settled for a less guilty grin as possible, plonking himself down in the hard plastic chair, determined not to leave his dad's side until absolutely necessary.

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><p>Stiles tried to avoid Scott at all costs the next day at school. He wasn't mad at his friend... well, screw that, he was, he wanted to tear his frigging head off but he knew that if he saw Scott, saw those puppy dog eyes, then he would forgive him - and Stiles didn't want to do that, at least not right away.<p>

"Stiles! Stiles!" He heard someone call and looked around - it was only halfway through the school day but he already wanted to leave and go home and sleep for a week. Or a month. Whatever.

"Uh... hey Allison?" Stiles replied uncertainty, looking around just to make sure that she was, indeed, talking to him.

"Um, Scott's been looking for you all day" She said, hugging the books to her chest, "He thinks you're avoiding him"

"Uh... I am?" Stiles said but it came out as more of a question than a solid, knowing answer.

"Anyway..." Allison gave him this look like 'yup-staying out of the friendship quarrels' and placed a hand on his forearm, making him jump slightly.

"He told me about your dad... I hope everything's okay with him" Allison said sympathetically, brown eyes concerned.

"Uh yes, yes he's fine... I guess, a little beat up but it's soft tissue damage so it'll heal - thank god" Stiles rambled, knowing that Allison was probably going to tell Scott everything he had said but found he really couldn't care less.

"That's good then" Allison said, smiling encouragingly as she whipped out her phone, fingers tapping quickly as she typed out a quick text, "Anyway, you haven't seen Kayla have you? I was hoping she would be in today so we could, uh... discuss things" Allison said and Stile watched as her cheeks began to heat up. Before he could say anything though a phone beeped in his pocket and Allison looked up at him in shock, eyes moving from his face to his pants pocket suspiciously.

"Uh... why do you have Kayla's phone?" She asked, mouth slack with shock as Stiles gulped nervously. Crap. He forgot he had that. He and Derek had, very very very early this morning retrieved Kayla's stuff from her busted up car and, just after Derek left, Stiles wandered back to his jeep but found Kayla's phone lying on the ground, it's screen slightly cracked. He took it, intending to give it back but paying no heed of it until now, when it so conveniently went off in his pocket. Darn.

"Uh..." Stiles said, scratching his head awkwardly and looking around, avoiding Allison's eyes - she would probably accuse him of being a pervert or a stalker... most likely both. "She had a car accident last night... I was gonna give it back..." He trailed off, trying to look completely innocent.

"Oh my god... what?" Allison exclaimed as Stiles explained what had happened (obviously missing out the whole werewolf-Alpha thing) and explained her condition in the hospital.

"It was just a concussion though, right? She'll be okay?" Allison asked, biting her fingernails.

"Yeah, I mean she was about to kick and scream her way out last night but they sedated her but other than that she's perfect... I mean...perfect health condition, y'know - healthily living and.. stuff" Stiles rambled, "So 'yeah', to answer your question in short"

The warning bell rang and both Stiles and Allison looked up at the same time, snapping them out of their conversation. They bid farewell and took off in their separate directions but, as Stiles rounded a corner, he almost ran into Scott head first, who, conveniently, was using his 'puppy dog' eyes to full power.

"Stiles, I'm really, really sor-"

"Don't Scott" Stiles sighed, pushing past his best friend, deliberately knocking his shoulder for emphasis. It made his heart hurt just snapping at his best friend but didn't Scott _get it? _His dad, the only person he had left, was injured - and Stiles partially blamed Scott for that.

"Stiles... please" Scott begged but Stiles shook his head determinedly - no, Scott needed to know there was consequences for his actions, so he just continued walking, trying not to let the bitterness show on his face.

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><p>Stiles was pacing. This wasn't a new thing, in fact, he paced most of the time, though denied it frequently, but this time he felt the universe should allow him his pacing time. It wasn't like he was nervous per se... he'd known Kayla for a while now and got on well with her but after everyone assuming they were a couple and the whole 'touchy feely' episodes when she was drugged out her mind, he had the right to feel a little awkward, right? right?<p>

He walked up to the door, about to gather his confidence but his finger faltered on the doorbell. Nah, he'd just see her at school - a very social and crowded environment, with people there... yup, that's what he'd do. He turned on his heel, pocketing her phone until he heard the door opening and whipped around.

"Stiles right?" Mrs Hale asked, a pleasant smile plastered on her face.

"Uh, yes... yes that's me - Stiles here" He said, raising a hand in some sort of awkward greeting.

"I thought so... you should come in, it's getting cold out here" She said, steeping aside as Stiles glanced around. He was nervous to go in but didn't want to seem rude and decline Kayla's mom's nice offer. So, he nodded and stepped in.

"I assume you're here for Kayla... she's up in her room, finally, after wrestling with her for the past three hours about resting - honestly, she's as stubborn as an Ox that one" Mrs Hale chuckled, and Stiles agreed whole-heartedly.

"She sure is" Stiles agreed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and bouncing on his feet.

"Oh, you can go right up, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you, you remember where her room is?" Her mom asked pleasantly and Stiles nodded as he made his way up the stairs, took a right and it was the second door on the left - not that he memorised it or anything. He tapped the door and heard a groan from inside.

"Mom, I'm fine, for the hundredth time" Kayla groaned and Stiles smirked, taking a deep breath before poking his head in.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Stiles grinned, having the satisfaction of watching Kayla look up in shock.

"Stiles... Hey" She greeted, putting down her book and smiling, "What brings you over?"

"Uh, just bringing back your phone... you left it out on the middle of the road, it's kinda cracked but it still works" He claimed, handing it over, "I mean, I think it still works, I'm not sure... I haven't checked it or anything..." He rambled, putting his foot in his mouth - again.

"Stiles it's fine" Kayla laughed, "Relax - and thank you, I actually completely forgot about it" She admitted, "Now, not only does the Alpha owe me a car but also a new phone... I wonder where I could send the bill?" She mused thoughtfully and that made Stiles smile.

"Oh, I dunno... I'm sure he has some underground layer or something"

They chatted comfortably between them for the next few minutes, Stiles relaxing almost immediately until he looked around, not realising Kayla was sitting so close to him, and felt his heart racing. Why was it he always got himself in these situations? The situations where he began to actually like someone but knew they would never like him back in _that way. _It happened with Lydia and now it was happening with Kayla, he could just feel it.

Her green eyes were gleaming at him, chestnut coloured hair falling in front of her face and Stiles had the sudden urge to move it away but, thankfully, managed to restrain himself. He didn't move away immediately and neither did she, but Stiles felt like he was frozen in place. He couldn't move, let alone breathe.

"Uh..." Kayla murmured, meeting his gaze and holding it steadily. Stiles' mind went blank for a few seconds, and he didn't know who initiated the first move, but he felt a soft pressure on his lips and his eyes went wide. What? How? Huh? His mind went haywire as he tried to form at least one coherent thought but his brain waves must've been clogged or something, or maybe he was in shock because a girl was actually kissing him, because his train of thought was in shambles.

He honestly had no idea what to do.

Well, that could he do?

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before so he sat there for a good few seconds, eyes wide as he tried to wrap his head around the idea before the feeling got too much. He always moaned and complained at those stupid rom-com movies where that 'one kiss' made them fall head over heels in love, but now... what was he feeling because he felt his chest expanding and his head going fuzzy. His eyes drifted shut as his body moved as if on its own accord, leaning in slightly. He moved his lips slowly, testing out the action, and held back a groan. Oh god... how did it feel so good? He had dreams, well, multiple dreams, about something like this happening but in real life it felt one hundred times better, actually scrap that, one thousand billion times better.

Kayla's lips were soft yet firm as they pressed against his, her head tilted to the side as one hand gripped the front of his checked shirt, crinkling the material. Their lips moulded together perfectly as they moved and Stiles was sure she could hear his heart beating. A few seconds later Kayla pulled away, green eyes alight and Stiles snapped back to reality. Holy shit - what the hell just happened? That must've been a dream, it must've. His palms got clammy and he felt a shift in his breathing pace. He enjoyed it, so very, very much to the point where he had the sudden urge to grab her and never let go, but, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a mistake. He wasn't the type of guy to get the girl, he was the sidekick, the lovesick puppy and, soon enough, whoever he got close to would see that and leave. He didn't want to ruin a blossoming friendship over his feelings - or whatever the hell it was.

"Um, uh... s-sorry, I-I didn't, ah... oh my god... I, that's uh..." He stumbled over his words and he almost tripped over his feet in a haste to stand up off the bed - yes, put as much distance between them as possible, that might work.

"Stiles, wait-" He heard Kayla say but was too wrapped up in his own panicking to take heed of her words.

"I should - uh, I s-should go... Um, I-I didn't mean to b-bother you... everything just, ah... n-never mind, ah, I'll see you tomorrow" He stuttered, walking backwards to the door, "Or not, I-I mean, w-whatever... if you're feeling better, not that you have to s-show up, um... just giving you options and everything... wow, would you look at t-the time, uh... s-see ya" He rushed out, throwing open the door and racing down the stairs faster than he ever thought possible, leaving Kayla sitting cross-legged on her bed, eyebrows raised in exasperation.

**Phew, another chapter done - so... I hope y'all liked this one, haha! I'm trying to update everyday but, if I can't, at least every two days. So, please please please leave your thoughts below - they mean so much and are serious motivators AND i'm very curious as to your opinions on this chapter, and I think you all know why ;) so please leave your comments below, the more I get the faster i'll update! thanks lovelies :)**


	13. Chapter 13 - Nope, nee, nie, non, nein

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine - thanks for all your support and a big shout out to Ash B Bramble, BTR14, Guest, TheMadnessWithin13, BrightEyes20, truefictionaddict, Shadow-wolf78 and vdkol4ever - you're all amazing! :) And to answer vdkol4ever's question, yes I plan to write up to season 3 and beyond and will have fun toying around with Stile's amazing storyline :)**

Kayla's mom dropped her off at school the next day considering the awful, inconsiderate, Alpha made her wreck her damn car. Which she loved by the way. She had English first... with Stiles. Her heart fluttered nervously for a moment before she took a deep breath and shook her head. There was nothing to be nervous about- it was a kiss, just a kiss... a really, really, really nice kiss... like super amazing, but Kayla shook her head again as she pulled herself from the car, waving a quick goodbye to her mom.

She just remembered Stiles fleeing from her room as if the frigging Alpha was on his tail and rolled her eyes as she walked into school, adjusting her bag. Honestly, he made it out to be something so huge or really bad when Kayla thought the complete opposite - it wasn't serious and it was incredibly great, at least, according to her. But, the more she thought about it, the more she just shook it off. She had learnt that Stiles was an incredibly awkward person, and fumbling, and stuttery so it was no wonder he left so quickly.

She walked into English class just as the final bell rung and saw Stiles facing away from Scott, completely ignoring him like he said he was going to. Although, she knew it wouldn't last long - those two were inseparable. Stiles glanced up as she walked in, his cheeks darkening as his fingers slipped off his pen and it went flying forward, skidding across the floor. Honestly? Was he serious? It was a frigging kiss but it didn't surprise her that he was over-reacting - well, it _was _Stiles. She walked down the aisle and bend down, picking up his pen and placing it in front of a gaping Stiles.

"I think you dropped this" She said lightly, a hint of teasing in her voice to show that everything was fine and to not make a big deal out of it. Before Stiles could reply, or ramble at her as the case may be, she took her seat a row over and two seats behind him, getting prepared for class. Scott turned his head and gave her a questioning look, raising his eyebrows and Kayla just shrugged back, a half smile on her face. Scott pointed his pen between her and Stiles, an eyebrow cocked as Kayla rolled her eyes at him. Really, they were going to communicate like this? Scott looked between the two of them, eyes widening and Kayla could hear him exhale from where she was.

"Oh my god" Scott exclaimed, just as the teacher had started his lecture and his snapped his head in Scott's direction.

"Anything to say Mr McCall?"

"Uh, no sir... sorry" Scott said, giving her one more 'holy frigging god' look before he was captured by Stiles' attention. Kayla didn't listen into their conversation, even though she was incredibly tempted to, instead focusing on doing actual work for once. It would keep her mind of things. She still had a slight headache but it was nothing a good handful of aspirin couldn't cure. As soon as the bell rung Stiles was out of his seat like a frickin' ninja, dragging Scott with him. Oh, so he was going to play it that way, was he? Avoiding her like the plague? Well... things were going to get interesting.

When Kayla emerged from class and made her way down the corridor, she saw Allison waiting for her at her locker, a concerned look plastered on her face.

"Kayla hey" She greeted, grabbing her into a tight hug, "Stiles told me what happened - are you sure you're up for school today?"

"Oh totally, I mean it was just a bang to the head... I've had plenty of them before" Kayla grinned, grabbing her new set of books from her locker. Allison didn't look convinced as she kept giving Kayla the once over, as if double checking she was actually still in one piece.

"Well... it's just, if you need to go home I can drive you back" Allison offered and Kayla smiled, turning and facing her friend.

"Thanks for the offer but, hand on heart, I feel great... don't go all mom on me" Kayla said with a playful nudge, and that made Allison roll her eyes as she let a small smile grace her lips. Oh yeah, she was the best at taking people's minds off things.

"Only if you're sure though" Allison laughed as they walked to their next class together - French.

"Positive" Kayla assured, "So, anything of interest happen yesterday when I was off?" Kayla asked, pushing her way through the mountain of students.

"Nothing too exciting - Lacrosse practice was interesting though, Scott is getting so good" She gushed, smiling brightly, "And Lydia was giving me fashion advice but other than that... nope"

"Well, it definitely was a productive day then" Kayla said sarcastically and Allison grabbed her arm, "Oh and Lydia is still trying to set you up with that lacrosse player... um, Brian is it?" And Kayla groaned loudly, letting her head fall.

"Is she still on that?" She groaned as Allison laughed, "I basically threatened to chop his balls off, set fire to Lydia's designer bags and even went as far as interrupting her mind rant, which by the way is an incredibly dangerous thing to do, and she's still playing cupid?" Kayla ranted with a roll of her eyes. It wasn't that she was totally opposed to dating - she wasn't - but 'Brian' was just... urghh. Kinda like Jackson, attractive - yes, but not really her type with a cocky attitude that made her want to punch him, in the face, repeatedly, with a chainsaw.

"Lydia can be... demanding" Allison agreed as they walked into the French room, "But, would it be so bad to just... try it out?" Allison asked cautiously as Kayla's head whipped round to look at her in astonishment - darn, Allison was turning into a right little romantic wasn't she?

"I would rather throw myself off a cliff" Kayla protested as Allison rolled her eyes at her dramatics, "So the answer to that is 'yes' Allison... it would be bad" She whispered the last bit as they took their seats next to each other.

"All I'm saying is... romance can happen in the least likely of places" Allison smirked and Kayla had to stop her lips curling. No, romance was just seriously over-rated.

"Great, now you're sprouting greeting card messages" And tried to ignore the twinkle in Allison's eyes as she focused on the lesson ahead of her.

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><p>"I think the book is making it more obvious" Stiles exclaimed, holding back a smirk as Scott hid again behind the 'World History' book, "and anyway, she's reading" Stiles added, his leg beginning to jump up and down quickly as he tried to, subtly, glance around - Kayla usually always came to lunch, sitting with Allison and Lydia but she was no where to be found which made him more nervous. He would rather have her in his line of sight so he could actively avoid her. And yes, he was avoiding her. He was a pro at avoiding things.<p>

"So did you come up with a plan yet?"

"I think so" Stiles replied, biting into his apple.

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"

"No" Stiles replied instantly but they both knew it was a lie, "But your crap has infiltrated my life so now I have to do something about it - Plus I'm still a better yoda than Derek"

"Okay yeah, you teach me"

"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda"

"Yeah you be my Yoda"

"Your Yoda I will be" Stiles replied in his best impression of one of his favourite characters, feeling the tension leaving his body by joking around with his friend.

"I said it backwards" Stiles said, smirking slightly - Scott still hadn't watched Star wars, damn him. At the same time that Stiles and Scott were having their 'Yoda' off, Kayla walked into lunch late, not really caring, and looked around for Allison and Lydia. She was about to walk over to them but someone stepped in front of her, a smile gracing his annoyingly perfect facial features.

"Hey Kayla" Brian grinned, and before Kayla could say anything, he held up his hand, "Now I know you're just going to tell me to 'hop on my bike' or something but... just hear me out okay?" He asked, smiling lopsidedly and Kayla just crossed her arms, looking up at him expectantly - oh this was going to be fun to witness.

"We didn't get off to the best of starts" He admitted and Kayla snorted - wasn't that true.

"Well, you did bring up my dead family - a great way to get the girls by the way - and then I threatened to chop your balls off so, yeah, I think 'best starts' is a bit of an understatement" She scoffed. Why couldn't he just stop hitting on her? It was getting borderline annoying.

"Yeah well...that wasn't a right first impression and I just wanted to show you that, uh..."

"That you're not a complete and utter dick?" She questioned and Brian smirked, tilting his head to the side.

"I like you - you seem like you can handle yourself unlike most other girls at this school who play the 'helpless' card" Brian admitted and Kayla looked at him, unimpressed. Oh so he was complimenting her now was he? So cliché!

"Yes you're right - I can" She agreed and that seemed to stump him for a minute.

"So... will you agree to let me take you out on one date?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, "Just one and if you still think me to be a big bag of dicks then I will never bother you again?" He questioned and Kayla pursed her lips. Maybe one date wouldn't hurt and he seemed genuinely nice, despite her first thoughts, and one date didn't seem like a big price to pay to get him to leave her alone but... what about Stiles? Her eyes flitted over to the two boys, looking like they were plotting some sort of master plan. There was nothing between them - just a kiss - but he would surely hate her if she was kissing him one day then going out on a date the next with a completely different guy.

"Ask me in a few minutes - I need to check up on something" Kayla murmured, excusing herself and trying to ignore the little fist bump he did - honestly, she hadn't agreed to anything yet.

"Oh god, gimme the book, gimme the book" Stiles demanded, ripping the book from Scott's hands and putting it up in front of his face, breathing laboured. Kayla was making her way through the canteen casually and Stiles prayed to god she wouldn't see them - which was a bit pointless really considering the canteen was almost empty.

"You know... I think the book just makes it more obvious" Scott said, quoting what Stiles has said not a minute beforehand and Stiles could just picture the amusement gleaming in his eyes and the smirk plastered across his face.

"Shut up" He ground out, kicking his best friend in the shin. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, praying that Kayla would just walk past them but obviously whatever 'higher power' there was, must've hated him because the book was torn from his hands and he opened one eye to see Kayla looking down at him and Scott trying, and failing, to contain his laughter.

"I think you need to take a lesson in subtlety Stiles" Kayla rolled her eyes as she sat down next to him, like.. right next to him, dropping the book on the table and looking between the two boys.

"By the way Scott... you really should learn to put your phone on silent" Kayla said as a form of greeting and Scott's eyes widened considerably.

"Derek told you about that?"

"Yup" She replied, popping the 'P' and grinning, "Amateur mistake my friend but you'll learn... hopefully before the Alpha rips your head off" Kayla grinned happily, pulling a chocolate bar from her bag.

"You're just full of positivity" Scott grumbled, running a hand through his hair and Stiles tried to 'subtly' move his leg away from Kayla's, a look of intense concentration plastered on his face.

"I know right... runs in the family" She said back sarcastically, "Anyway, I assume Stiles is going to help you control your 'inner wolf' - considering he hates Derek's guts and all so I just wanted to wish you luck" She said and Stiles saw Scott frown - Please don't ask Scott, please don't ask, Stiles chanted in his head.

"Are you not going to help?" Scott asked innocently, glancing between the two of them, and Stiles looked up in panic.

"I would but _someone" _Kayla said, emphasising the word, "Is being a tad over dramatic about a certain something and is being so awkward and all avoidy - is that even a word? - anyway, yeah... I think I'll sit this one out" Kayla stated and Stiles looked up at her in shock.

"Me?" Stiles exclaimed, heart beating rapidly, pointing a finger to his chest.

"No Stiles, the other guy I made out with" She said with an eye roll, "Yes you so, sorry Scottie, you're stuck with Stiles I'm afraid" She said nonchalantly and Stiles gulped loudly, staring between Kayla and Scott who looed like he was choking on his own air.

"W-Well, that's just... just..." Stiles tried to scramble his words together but it wasn't working out too good, especially with Scott's wide eyed stare in his direction, "You made out with me first" Stiles blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. Kayla let out a disbelieving noise and whirled around in her seat.

"No, I distinctly remember _you _kissing _me" _She exclaimed stubbornly and Stiles shook his head adamantly.

"No" He stated, crossing his arms and looking away from her as Scott leaned forwards, listening intently.

"Yes"

"No" He said again, saying it louder for emphasis - he couldn't actually remember who did the actually kissing but it made sense that it would be her right? He wasn't exactly the type of guy to do something like that, put himself out there.

"Yes" Kayla huffed, throwing her hands in the air and Scott bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter. Oh boy, were these two a pair.

"No, one hundred percent no" Stiles argued back, fighting back the blush that crept onto his cheeks.

"Yes Stiles - just admit it"

"No" He retorted, beginning to sulk like a five year old.

"Wait, so let me get this right..." Scott started to say, trying to break the fight up and get a clearer understanding of the situation, "You two kissed? like... a proper kiss? The two of you?"

"Yes Scott, do you want me to draw you a diagram?" Kayla sassed at him, eyebrows raised and Scott shook his head adamantly.

"Uh...no thanks" Scott shook his head, still trying to get to grips with this new revelation, "The mental image is plenty". Stiles sent his friend a glare. He was supposed to support him, have his back, not sit there and laugh at him. It was then Brian walked up to them just as Kayla and Stiles was about to go at it again, and raised his eyebrows.

"So, have you thought any more about my offer?" He asked cautiously and Stiles' head snapped up. What? What was he talking about? Offer? What offer?

"Wow, were you born this annoying or is it a new development?" Kayla said with a forced, sarcastic grin, staring up at Brian.

"I prefer to think of it as a persuasive charm..." Brian the douchebag smirked and Stiles rolled his eyes - that guy was too cliché and annoying for his own good. He didn't even realise he was clenching his fists but Scott did and frowned between the three of them.

"Of course you do" Kayla sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and facing Brian, "Fine, yes whatever... one date and that's it okay? No more badgering me, annoying me, flirting with me yeah?" Kayla double checked the terms of their little 'agreement'. Stiles' mouth was wide in shock - she was agreeing to go out with _that? _Last time he checked Kayla hated his guts so why did she magically want to spend time with him? A part of him thought it was to get back at him and... whoa, if it was it was actually working because he felt...bitter about it? Since when? Stiles' narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Deal" Brian grinned, "Want me to walk with you to your next class?"

"No - I'm perfectly capable of walking myself" Kayla said with a roll of her eyes as she walked around Brian, prepared to saunter away, but turned back to face the three boys, each looking up at her with varying expressions on their faces.

"And my answer to that is still 'Yes'" She said firmly, striding away and Scott watched as Stiles stood up, a wild look plastered on his face.

"No" He hollered to her retreating back, "Nope, nee, nie, non, nein...NO" He shouted to her, arms flapping around before he looked around, released he was making a scene, and promptly fell back into the hard plastic chair, an exasperated look on his face.

Brian gave him a weird look, looked around and departed rather quickly and Scott couldn't blame him - the way Stiles was reacting he was sure everyone would want to remain at least a good one hundred foot away from the flailing boy.

"Urghhh" Stiles groaned, smacking his head on the desk, "Why would she even consider going out with him? He's a complete douchebag, am I right? I know I'm right" Stiles raved and Scott just shook his head at his friend's ignorance.

"Stiles... I think you might just be jealous of-"

"No, don't say anything or I may be tempted to punch you" Stiles warned, grabbing all of Scott's belongings, including his bag and running off, effectively removing the barrier between him and Allison.

"No, Stiles... wait..." But Allison had already seen him and Scott raced out, and Stiles looked around. He didn't feel jealous did he? No, he couldn't... it was impossible, so completely impossible to feel those things. Yet, he did want to punch Brian in his stupidly handsome face and maybe grab Kayla by the shoulders and give her a shake and ask her what the hell she was thinking - so what was that feeling? And why did he wish he was in Brian's position instead?

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	14. Chapter 14 - Animalistic rage

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"Dude, you could've told me" Scott exclaimed for the millionth time as he followed his best friend from the school building during their free period, trying to grab his attention but, ultimately, failing. Stiles was good at ignoring his problems.

"Or did you just not want to tell me because you weren't at your peak performance" Scott grinned, hoping that by teasingly insulting him it would bring him out of his shell. Stiles turned around and glared at him, his jaw moving as if he was biting his tongue, his hands twitching nervously at his side.

"Or maybe...maybe it's because your jealous of-"

"La la la I can't hear you" Stiles sing songed loudly, holding his palms over his ears, "I can't hear you". Scott rolled his eyes as he recognised his friends nervous antics - and it was so clear and obvious he was denying his feelings, Scott could see right through it.

"Stiles" Scott sighed, grabbing his friends arm, effectively making him skid to a stop, "All I'm trying to say is-"

"La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la" Stiles exclaimed even louder, eyes wide, "La-la, la-la, la-la-"

"Stiles, stop acting like a five year old" Scott told him, using his werewolf strength to pin his friend's arms to the side, "You've got to face her at some point, sooner better than later" Scott implored with a small grin, trying to convince his friend.

"Why? Why do I _have _to face her?" Stiles asked quickly, looking panicked, "I mean, I get it okay? It meant nothing, clearly, considering she's going out with the douchebag - it's no big deal" Stiles shrugged, trying to act causal though Scott could see hurt flash in his eyes.

"Then you obviously weren't listening to the same conversation as me" Scott said bluntly, letting Stiles' arms go, having the satisfaction of Stile's confused look, "Did it look like she wanted to go out with him?"

"Well, she said yes..." Stiles trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

"That wasn't what I asked Stiles - Think back... did she have that look in her eyes like I do when I look at Allison or the way Lydia looks at Jackson?" Scott asked again as Stiles frowned, biting his bottom lip in concentration. Scott hoped he could knock some sense into Stiles head - which, usually, was a very hard thing to do.

"I guess not... but-" Stiles murmured and Scott slapped his back, cutting off Stiles sure-to-be rant, as a form of encouragement.

"Exactly" Scott grinned, "So you can let go of that jealousy because, trust me, I'm still pretty sure she hates his guts" Scott laughed and Stiles nodded, coming back to his usual, perky self before punching Scott in the arm.

"I'm not jealous - why would I be jealous? Stiles isn't jealous, no jealously here, this is a jealously free zone" He claimed, using his arms to point to his own body and Scott just shook his head. Really? It was so obvious.

"Yeah, sure" Scott said in disbelief, hiking his bag higher up his back, "Because you didn't just have a complete freak out at the fact she may or may not be dating another guy" Scott added as the continued their walk down the hallway.

"That, my friend, wasn't jealously - it was just... friendly concern - yeah, nothing more... Kayla's my friend, I was just looking out for her, y'know, making sure her crappy choice in guys doesn't completely ruin her life" Stiles rambled, avoiding eye contact and Scott snorted.

"Yes, because you really kiss all your friends don't you?"

"Oh for the love of god... _she _kissed _me" _Stiles said loudly, roughly pushing open the side door that led onto the field, "The whole lip locking and spit swapping was down to her - she came onto me" He protested and Scott tried to contain his laughter.

"Whatever, but my point is you didn't pull away so it had to mean something" Scott logic'd, actually amazed he managed to come up with a proper philosophical argument that stumped Stiles. Only for a moment though - his friend always had some kind of comeback.

"W-Well... but, I-I... Uh, a beautiful girl willingly kisses you you're not going to pull away are you? I mean seriously Scott, we belong to the male gender - sex is on our minds 99% of the time - so there" Stiles said in victory, pointing a finger in Scott's face though Scott could still see the faint blush covering his cheeks.

"Well, you keep telling yourself that then" Scott sighed, shaking his head at his friends ignorance.

"I will - because it's true, now are we gonna do this training or not - my Yodaness needs to be put to good use" Stiles grinned, effectively changing the subject and Scott hid a grin - Stiles could deny it all he wanted but Scott knew, he knew because Stiles was his best friend and he probably knew him better than Stiles knew himself.

"Sure" Scott said, as they strode out onto the field together.

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><p>Kayla walked into detention late - again. She just kept putting it off until, alas, it was inevitable - or before Mr Harris came looking for her with a shot gun which was more probable than just letting her off. It was the second last day of her week's detention and Kayla was just glad when it was over - spending an hour, or an hour and a half, depending on Harris' mood, was enough to ruin anyone's night. When she walked into detention though, the last thing she expected was Scott, whose nose was bleeding, and Stiles to be sitting side by side, looking bored.<p>

Huh - guess Stiles' try-not-to-wolf-out-plan didn't work out too good after all. She hid a smirk - they kinda deserved it, even just a little bit, though, she had to admit, they would probably say the same thing about her. She briefly saw them in her economics class and Chemistry after lunch - just briefly though - because Stiles was still avoiding her so she just tuned out of the whole class - literally, she couldn't remember anything at all.

"Miss Hale, late again - I hope this won't become a regular thing" He said to her snidely and Kayla's eyes flitted over to Stiles' before meeting Mr Harris' gaze evenly.

"It probably will" She replied honestly and bluntly, "But I'll try to keep better time management skills in the future" She told him, about to walk to her seat opposite her two friends but Mr Harris' voice made her stop.

"Actually Miss Hale, there was something I wanted to ask you" Harris said, pointing to the front of his desk. She took a deep breath and walked forward, a sigh escaping her lips. These detentions weren't even funny or amusing anymore they were just plain sadistic.

"Is there a reason why you thought bringing your English skills to a chemistry class would be a good idea?" He asked, pale eyes piercing hers.

"Well Sir, English _is _my native language so..." She shrugged, giving a small eye roll as she saw Mr Harris clench his fists before pulling out her work from her lesson in chemistry and sliding it across his desk so she could get a good look at it.

"Care to explain?" He demanded and Kayla picked up the sheet of paper, looking at it closely and gulped. Written around her chemistry work was a bunch of English techniques, all related in some way or another to the Alpha.

"The gleaming red eyes, so familiar, yet, so distant"

"I was borderline remembering, but my mind was clouded, like a fogged up window"

"The Alpha is teetering on the edge of insanity, I just knew it"

"The Alpha" - "The Alpha" - "The Alpha" - "The Alpha" - "The Alpha"

All of these phrases and words were written in her scrawl, some written softly, like it was a soothing memory, whilst others were written furiously to the point where her pen must've ripped through the paper.

"We have to write a story in English" She lied evenly, keeping on her poker face, "I guess my mind was still stuck in English class - I'm sorry" She replied, her voice steady even though her heart was racing like never before. And then she realised, since when did she apologise to teachers? Harris would now only surely know she was lying.

"And this story is about... an Alpha?" Mr Harris asked sceptically, eyes glaring at her through his glasses and she heard Stiles let out a "What the hell?" really, really loudly, and the sound of a stool being knocked over, but ignored it. Focus Kayla, focus on the lie.

"Creative short story - I wanted to try a different angle, one that hasn't been used before - y'know, original ideas and everything" She lied again, staring at Mr Harris right in the eye - she wasn't going to back down, hell no. Harris stared at her for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding, filing her work and Kayla exhaled. That was another obstacle past.

"Just don't let it happen in the foreseeable future - this is chemistry class, not English" And Kayla nodded, not even having the energy to be her usual, sarcastic and snarky self - she had no idea what the hell was going on with her.

"Actually, can I leave? I'm not feeling too great" She asked and knew she wasn't looking too good either - hell, she could practically feel the colour draining from her face but remained stone faced - just hold it together a little longer, she chanted.

"Well actually-" Mr Harris protested but Kayla had had enough.

"Fantastic - thanks" She rushed out, throwing her bag over her shoulder, trying to send two seriously freaked out boys a reassuring look, before she left, ignoring Mr Harris' shouts to 'come back'. No way was she staying in detention after _that. _Once she was a safe distance away from the Chemistry room she looked over her shoulder, double checking no one was there, before sliding down the wall.

Her head was _splitting, _to the point of excruciating pain and she screwed her eyes shut, trying to control her laboured breathing. Everything had been wrong since that stupid car accident - everything had just gone down hill since then if completely forgetting two lessons were anything to go by. She saw flashes behind her closed eyelids - fire, a scalding pain, screams of agony, the smell of copper blood, then it suddenly changed - someone prodding her, the annoying smell of lavender shampoo and she felt such a _rage, _such a _fierce _instinct of revenge she grabbed a fistful of her hair, clenching her teeth to stop the scream of pain erupting.

_Sirens._

_Pain._

_Anger._

_Sadness._

_Greif._

_Disbelief._

_Rage._

_Hate._

Kayla heard and felt all these emotions at once, making her head want to explode from the sheer agony. What the hell was going on? She held back tears, biting back the pain as it began to subside, slowly, letting her breathe once more. Her limbs were shaking, body quivering, as she lay sprawled out on the floor, sweat running from every pore on her body. Her system was being overloaded with emotions that she knew did not belong to her and the only plausible explanation Kayla could think of was that nuisance of an Alpha. He did something to her, she just knew it.

She rose on shaky legs, breathing deeply as a voice called out her name and she turned around, seeing Brian walking towards her.

"Hey - you okay?" He asked, frowning at her in concern.

"W-What? Me? Y-yeah, fine... why?" She lied, putting in place her master poker face.

"You just seem a little... off?" He asked and Kayla laughed, shaking away the pain in her head. The last thing she needed was for Brian, or anyone for that matter, suspecting something was wrong - it would only make things worse.

"I ran away from Mr Harris' detention" She admitted with a shrug, "Maybe that's why... anyway, I should be off" She excused herself, walking past him and towards the front doors but he was Persistent, Kayla would give him that.

"Do you need a ride?" He questioned, holding open a door for her and Kayla rolled her eyes. Holding open a door? Seriously? It wasn't like she had fully functioning arms or anything - that and the fact she found it cringe worthingly cliché.

"Uh, think I'll pass thanks" She said, but almost immediately changed her mind when she saw, from the corner of her eye, Scott and Stiles leaving the chemistry classroom quickly - she _so_ did not need to be interrogated right now.

"Actually, yes... yes" She answered, walking quickly, making Brian run to keep up with her.

"Great" He grinned, "And we can talk, get to know a little bit more about each other" And Kayla groaned - she either stayed behind and got interrogated by Scott and Stiles, walked home - where Scott and Stiles would surely catch up with her _and _then interrogate her or get a lift from a really interrogative dick - hm, the possibilities were endless. Though, right now, she would take the safe, normal option - ride with Brian. And that's what she did - crouching down in the seat in his bright white car whilst they zoomed from the parking lot.

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><p>As soon as Kayla got home she had a long, hot shower, ridding her body of all the tension, changed into a simple pair of denim shorts and a blue tank top, throwing over it her brother's zip up jumper and just collapsed on her bed, staring at the ceiling.<p>

This Alpha was beginning to become a real pain in the frigging ass. Well, not like it wasn't one already.

It was killing people. Messing with her friends. And made her crash. It was like a frigging escaped wild animal and Kayla knew someone would eventually have to put it down and that was fine with her, as long as whoever doing it didn't end up impaled on its extra large claws. The day soon faded into night as Kayla remained in the same position, arms tucked under her head.

Who in holy hell was it? That question had been bugging her for ages - she felt like she should know him, or at least recognise him, but she _couldn't_ place it and that annoyed her. If only she could get past this 'mind fog' then maybe they could deal with this situation head on and save people's lives in the process.

A knock sounded at her door, rather hesitantly, and Kayla moved her eyes to the door, not finding the energy to even get up.

"Come in" She sighed and was shocked to see Derek walk in instead of her mom, though, a little bit disappointed that it wasn't Stiles like last night. Was it wrong to think like that? He was a friend and she loved hanging out with him and absolutely _loathed _the awkwardness between them now - well, his awkwardness, she wasn't the type of person to feel awkward, she was an open book for anyone asking questions.

"I need your help" Derek said, crossing his arms in his normal 'brooding' stance.

"My help? Well, the world _must _be ending if Derek Hale is asking for help" Kayla quipped, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs.

"Come with me" He demanded and Kayla raised her eyebrows - oh, he was getting demanding and snippy now was he?

"Okay... once you tell me what's going on cause I feel like I've missed out on something big. I've missed out on something big haven't I?" She questioned, accepting his hand as he pulled her off the bed.

"You could say that" He grumbled, stalking out of her room leaving Kayla no other option but to follow him like a lost puppy - what? The curiosity got the better of her.

"Der, please do tell, the suspense is killing me" Kayla called out to him as he strode from her house and over to his black Camaro, peering inside the back seat, giving a small, indistinctive nod, before opening the door, revealing a bound and bloody man, unconscious.

"You're a right little violent werewolf aren't you?" She said sarcastically, leaning forwards, "I really hope you didn't kill him cause the last thing we need is for you to be charged with murder" She added, looking between the unknown man and her cousin.

"So you don't know him then?" Derek questioned very seriously, and Kayla shrugged. She had no clue who the hell he was - could be just a stranger from off the streets as far as she knew.

"Nope, sorry" Kayla shrugged, "Anyway, you should really get him to a hospi-"

But Derek slammed the car door shut, cutting off Kayla mid-sentence, his eyes flashing blue momentarily, his fists curling.

"I was so sure it was him" He muttered under his breath, "I was so sure he was the Alpha"

"Wait... how are you not so sure now?" Kayla asked, her fogged up brain trying to keep up with Derek's train of thought.

"Because the other night you said you recognised him... but you don't know this guy so we're back to square one again" Derek growled, looking stressed out.

"As much as I hate to admit this... I could be wrong" Kayla said as if the words physically hurt her, "I was completely out of it - for all I know I was hallucinating or something" Kayla said and Derek nodded, eyes snapping to meet her gaze.

"You're right - get in the car, we have to go"

"Go where?" She questioned in confusion, walking round to the passenger door and climbing in as Derek revved the engine dangerously.

"We have to meet Scott and Stiles" He said in an even voice as Kayla furrowed her eyebrows. Why in hell would they need to meet them? She didn't question Derek again though - he was stressed enough as it was, and her head was beginning to pound painfully again so the peace and quiet may actually do her some good. Less than ten minutes later they pulled up next to the school, the car's headlights showing Stiles and Scott standing next to the jeep. She took a calming breath - Stiles better not be all avoidy and awkward again, especially considering Derek was here this time - the same Derek who, underneath all the hard armour, was actually just a big softie and a really, _really_ protective person.

She got out just after Derek did, watching as Scott looked between the two of them in shock and Stiles' mouth gaped open slightly as he stared at her. Oh god, what was it now? Recognition shined in his eyes as he glanced at her and Kayla just looked down at her outfit. What? It was a pair of denim shorts and a blue top - not exactly unusual.

"Kayla" Scott exclaimed, "What're you doing here?"

"I have no idea" She replied honestly, walking around and leaning on the front of Derek's car, crossing her arms and looking around, unimpressed. Why would they want to meet here of all places? School was hell and they were willingly coming here for a meet up? - she would never understand the male gender no matter how hard she tried.

"Because she may actually be of some help" Derek said as Scott and Stiles walked forward, Stiles avoiding her eyes - again - and stared into the back seat and, judging by their reactions, Kayla guessed they knew who this mysterious man was.

"Well... he looks comfortable" Stiles said sarcastically and Kayla hid a smirk but couldn't help her lips twitching slightly.

"Hey, wait, hey - where are you going?" Derek exclaimed as Scott and Stiles began walking to the school - Kayla had an idea of what they were planning she just wished she was wrong. Dealing with an Alpha was not a pleasant experience.

"You said I was linked with the Alpha - I'm going to see if your right" Scott said and Kayla repressed an eye roll. Connection = yes, but they didn't have a special bond or anything. They started walking up the steps until Stiles turned around, a nervous look plastered on his face.

"Hey, uh... Kayla - you couldn't just keep an eye on your cousin could you, y'know, make sure he doesn't perform any maiming or killing while we're gone?" Wow, he was actually talking to her now? A flipping miracle had happened.

She gave him a thumbs up, "Yeah sure, whatever - just as long as the two of you don't do anything _too _stupid" She proposed and Stiles gave a very small smile, but a smile still the same, and nodded.

"Well... no promises" He told her before glancing over her shoulder, presumably looking at Derek who was no doubt glowering at him, resorting back to the fumbling teenager he was known to be.

"R-Right, yeah that's... good... good" He murmured the last word before catching up with Scott, his foot clipping one of the steps as he flailed about for a couple of seconds, trying to keep his balance.

"Boys" She muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation. What she heard next was enough to make her cringe so bad she actually felt second hand embarrassment for poor Scott - his 'roar' was like a frigging squawking chimpanzee or something as Derek shook his head but, before she could make a joke, another roar came through the loud speaker, a roar so loud and powerful it sent chills up her spine. Holy crap, that was not subtle at all and Kayla felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The Alpha - he was coming.

"Derek" She murmured, walking backwards, eyes scanning the surroundings, "The Alpha... it's here" She told him just as she heard a kind of heavy animalistic breathing near by and spun around, her green eyes clashing with bright red ones, her mind suddenly going blank as a foreign rage took over, making her body shake with vengeance. How dare they all - how dare they _ruin us s_he thought, seeing red, but at the same time knowing she was not thinking this.

She felt like she had no control over her own body as, suddenly, using all her strength, she turned around, punching Derek square in the face, making him slam into Stiles' jeep. _He's ruining all my plans, s_he thought, best just get rid of him for a bit, her steady hands pulling out a wolfsbane clad knife from her pants pocket.

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	15. Chapter 15 - Anchor

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The edge of the blade glinted in the moonlight as Derek stared at her, wide-eyed, a shocked look plastered on his face - his pale eyes staring right through hers.

"Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" He demanded, pushing himself off the jeep, about to tear her a new one, when he looked down and saw the blade in her hands, "Kayla... stop it right now" He growled, "It's the Alpha, he's messing with you" But Kayla was paying no attention to what he was saying. _Derek is ruining everything, _she thought fiercely, _he's being a pest, a nuisance, a severe pain in the ass - he should be helping them get revenge not plotting against them. _Kayla stalked forward, raising the knife as Derek wolfed out.

"Kayla, I don't want to hurt you" He warned, and Kayla just smirked, taking a fighting stance.

"Good - because it'll be me doing the hurting" And then she lunged, raising her leg and kicking Derek in the face, swiping her other leg out and clipping the back of his knee, sending him tumbling to the ground. However, it didn't take him long to recover as he lashed out with his claws, making her jump back to avoid getting torn to shreds as he leapt to his feet, letting out a menacing growl.

"Whatever you're doing to her, stop - stop it right now" Derek hollered and Kayla snorted - wow, he didn't get it did he? They were only doing this because they had to, because those people deserved it - they killed Derek's family, he should be begging to get recruited. Kayla didn't say anything as she swiped out with her blade, successfully slashing Derek across the torso and she felt pain flare up in her head. Oh my god, what was she doing? This was Derek, her cousin Derek, her family, and she was _trying to kill him? _As soon as she thought that, however, a blinding fierce rage over took everything else, making her mind go blank. Derek let out a noise of pain as he crumpled to his knee's, his hand trying to stench the flow of blood as she walked over to him, the internal battle raging inside her head.

"Kayla" He muttered, his voice soft and caring and filled with pain. That tone of voice, however, made her push past the mind fog that had settled over her brain as she snapped out of whatever weird hold the Alpha had over her.

"Derek... no" She murmured, falling down beside him and placing her hands on his stomach, her flesh getting coated in Derek's warm sticky blood. He was still alive but was pale and unsteady and Kayla bit back her emotions that were fighting to the surface. Why the hell did she just do that? How the hell did the Alpha do this to her? And when the hell did she pick up the wolfs bane blade from her weaponry cabinet? - and yes, she had a weaponry cabinet.

"Oh my god... we have to go" She stated rather obviously, pulling her sticky hands away and standing up, reaching down to pull Derek up with her but, suddenly, out of no where, the beast of an Alpha roared loudly, sticking it's claws through Derek's chest making him gasp loudly as blood began pouring from his mouth. Kayla screamed, not out of fear but in horror - her cousin was dying, and she had willingly or unwillingly helped the Alpha do that. It was then Scott and Stiles emerged from the school building, pleased looks plastered on their faces until the Alpha spun around, still holding Derek in its killing embrace as Kayla skittered backwards, tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground painfully.

"Holy god" She heard Stiles exclaim loudly and saw him grab Scott by the front of his T-Shirt and haul him back inside the school just as the Alpha growled furiously and tossed Derek through the air like a frigging rag doll, and Kayla could hear the sound of bones breaking as he slammed into the wall. She cringed, fighting back tears as she crawled backwards and hid behind Derek's car, putting her fist against her mouth to stop herself from making any noise.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, she chanted, It's not as bad a situation as it seems, she tried to reassure herself but she couldn't bring herself to invest in that lie - especially considering the Alpha was less than ten feet away and Derek was... well, she tried to not believe he was dead, werewolf's could heal after all, but the worry still flared up in her chest.

She took a deep calming breath, pushing her emotions to the side and peeking around the side of the car, watching as the Alpha tilted it's head back and let out a loud howl and Kayla cringed, covering her ears and trying to block out the sound. She'd heard werewolf howls before, obviously, but this was different - it made her stomach flip, her head to bang and caused fear to spread through her veins - that howl was dangerous and so full of pain and misery and hate she couldn't bear to hear it. Kayla picked herself up off the ground, crouching low as she walked around to the back of the car, hearing metal bending and breaking as she realised... the car door was open. That man - the man Derek was convinced was the Alpha... actually was the Alpha. She screwed her eyes shut for a moment, gathering up her broken courage and, just as she was about to make a run for it to either go and help Derek or try and call for some reinforcements, do _something _to help Scott and Stiles, she was grabbed by the arm and thrown through the air, much like Derek was, skidding across the tarmac, landing closer to the school than she would preferably like to be.

Courage her ass. The Alpha was behind her, getting closer and closer, and instead of running away from the school like she had first intended she ran towards it, her legs burning as she tried to outrun the Alpha - it didn't need to kill her, at least not yet or else he would've done it already, but that didn't mean she wanted to sit down and have a nice cosy chat. She sprinted across the green, her feet slipping as she aimed for a window - she wasn't going to be an idiot and run for the front doors, she assumed Scott and Stiles would have enough brains and reasoning between the two of them to lock the door, so that only left three options. Stay and fight - then she would definitely end up dead, run away from the school - possibly end up dead, or run towards it - hopefully escaping the Alpha and meeting up with her friends, who were quite possibly going out of their freaking minds right now.

She knew it would hurt like a bitch but there was nothing else to do - she cringed and screwed her eyes shut as she leapt in the air, pushing her body through the classroom window and falling to the hard floor below, her body rolling. Ow, ow, ow, ow, she thought, sucking in a breath and letting out a quiet "Son of a bitch"

She needed to find Scott and Stiles, she needed to know they were okay - Scott could handle himself, sure, but against an Alpha? She wasn't so certain, especially considering it knocked out Derek like a bowling pin. When she thought of Derek though, her heart clenched painfully - she had to believe he was fine, he could heal after all, he'd been through worse injuries than this - yes, Derek would be fine, he was always fine, he had to be fine. And what about Stiles? He was human, an innocent human caught up in this mess and if something happened to him... she would never forgive herself. So, with a determined sigh she picked herself up off the ground, letting out a small squawk of pain at the glass that had embedded itself in her side that made her jolt - jeez, couldn't she catch her break? Her mom always said she was a magnet for trouble and now she was starting to believe that statement was true.

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><p>"So we get the hell out of here, avoid getting torn to pieces by the hulk of an Alpha, somehow find Kayla, get Derek's keys off his, gah, dead body, and run - that sound like the plan?" Stiles summarised, hands on his hips as he stared at Scott from where they were in the boys locker room. It was just their luck to get trapped by the Alpha, in the school (which was hell in itself), at night, with a killing beast that wanted to tear their heads off.<p>

"Sounds like a plan" Scott said, shrugging helplessly.

"Yes, but does it sound like a good plan?" Stiles exploded, waving his hands in the air, "Out of all the ridiculous plans we have thought of over the years this has got to be the worst, most impossible one... ever" Stiles exclaimed and Scott gave him an innocent look that he had perfected over the years.

"We've got no choice Stiles" Scott whispered back loudly, "We have to get out of here - now"

"Yes, I know" Stiles relented, breathing heavily. He scratched the nape of his neck as he looked around - watching Derek getting murdered like it was the easiest thing to do had shaken him up quite a bit, though he hid it well through his famous sarcasm. He bit his bottom lip in worry - Kayla was still out there, somewhere, and he had no idea where and that scared him. If the Alpha could 'eliminate' Derek then it could definitely hurt Kayla... or kill her.

"Stiles... she'll be fine" Scott tried to say comfortingly as Stiles just raised his eyebrows at him, unimpressed, "I mean... you know her better than me but even I know she doesn't take things lying down" And Stiles had to agree with Scott there - Kayla was the type of person to try and fight her way out of the hospital, no matter how badly she needed to stay - very stubborn indeed.

"I know, it's just... we left her out there with Derek, and Derek is dead and..." Stiles trailed off before shaking his head, "Never mind - we need to leave, we'll find her on the way out and everything will be dandy in the morning, yeah?" He tried to say positively, looking on the bright side of things and Scott gave him a half smile but his eyes shone with worry - wow Scott, way to bring a guy down, Stiles thought sarcastically.

"Good, yeah - let's go" Stiles nodded towards the door, about to walk, or run as the case may be, but the sound of hurried footsteps made him share a wide-eyed glance with Scott. Shit... the Alpha. Stile's hand tightened on the back of Scott's T-shirt as they waited with baited breath, hearts hammering in unison until the door was thrown open and... Kayla was standing there, looking as equally shocked to see them staring back at her.

"Thank god I found you" She exclaimed, looking at the two of them, relieved, and Stiles felt something pulling in his gut - like the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders and he let out a long breath, "The Alpha, and Derek, and that guy in the back of-" But she was cut off by Stiles racing forward and suddenly pulling her towards him, crushing her against his chest. He didn't know what possessed him to do it but, all he knew was, he was mega-relieved she wasn't lying dead next to Derek.

And then he realised he was making a scene - again.

"Uh... yes, it's nice to see you too Stiles but you're kinda restricting my breathing" Kayla's voice spoke up through his shirt, breaking the awkward silence between the three of them. Stiles' eyes went wide and he pulled away, holding her at arms length, hands on her shoulders.

"Uh, ya... um... I'm just glad you haven't been ripped in half" Stiles stuttered, "I mean, you're alive and that's a really, really good thing - I mean, I think it's a good thing, Scott does too and I assume you do as well- I don't think the Alpha will be too pleased though, which is why-"

"Stiles, you're rambling again" Kayla told him, "But, uh... thanks I guess" She said with a half smile, turning away from him and facing Scott as Stiles took a deep breath, rather dramatically. Yeah, way to act cool Stiles - but he couldn't help it, when he saw her standing there he had this intense feeling of relief and he felt like a ton of worry had been lifted away - he was just glad she was okay - physically at least.

"Scott - that guy that Derek had tied up in the back of his car... he's gone" Kayla told him and Stiles gulped.

"Deaton" He exclaimed, pointing a finger in Scott's direction, "It's definitely your boss, dammit Scott, your boss is a psycho killing werewolf"

"No" Scott protested, shaking his head in disbelief, "It-It can't be"

"It is - he's a murderer"

"No"

"I agree with Scott" Kayla said as the two of them looked at her in confusion, "It's just... I knew the Alpha, somehow, but that guy? Deaton - I didn't and..." She trailed off, looking at the two of them cautiously, "I'm thinking... we should split up" She proposed and Stiles' mouth opened in shock and so did Scott's.

""Split up?" Stiles exclaimed, "_Split up?" _He said louder, hitting Scott's arm, "Split up as in _separating from each other _when there's a psycho killing werewolf boss-"

"It's not my boss" Scott protested weakly, looking offended that Stiles even considered that idea, but he ignored him.

"-out for our blood? I don't think so" Stiles continued stubbornly, crossing his arms - he was not going to let his two friends die, no way.

"You don't understand" Kayla said loudly, eyes wild, "He made me help to try and kill Derek, okay? I tried to kill my own cousin and I almost succeeded as well" She added hotly, pulling a blade from the waistband of her shorts, coated in blood, "He's formed some sort of mind connection with me and I really really don't want to kill two of my best friends" Tears forming in her deep green eyes and Stiles shared a glance with Scott - he had no idea what she was talking about but it sounded... bad, for lack of a better word.

"Kayla... you didn't kill Derek, The Alpha-" Scott started to say soothingly, looking at Kayla in something between sympathy and wariness.

"Wolfs bane Scott" She said miserably, "I made him weak so the Alpha could attack him" She told them, shaking her head, "And would you stop saying 'killed Derek' - Derek's not dead"

"Blood spurted from his mouth Kayla, I'm pretty sure that qualifies in the 'not good' category" Stiles piped up without thinking, then realising how unsympathetic that sounded and bit his tongue. Kayla glared at him, making him gulp noisily.

"You don't know Derek - he's been through worse than this and he is definitely not dead" She snarled, clenching her fists, "The point is... we're all not safe with each other - the Alpha's roar has great power and when he decides to let his 'inner wolf' out... Scott, you could turn and try to rip us to shreds, the whole 'mind connection' thing I have could lead to the same thing happening as with Derek and... Stiles will be in even more danger" She summarised and the three of them fell silent.

"You're worried about me?" Stiles said, without thinking - again - as she frowned at him.

"Of course" She replied in a 'duh' voice, and Stiles blushed, "The point is - we're all in danger separate or apart but Stiles, the actual innocent one, may have a better chance at seeing daylight again if 'we'" She pointed between her and Scott, "Weren't with him"

"But we can protect him" Scott protested, looking between Stiles and Kayla, "It's no secret Stiles sucks at kicking ass-"

"Gee thanks Scottie"

"-and with a frigging seven foot tall Alpha on the loose, maybe together is better, y'know - strength in numbers" Scott whispered loudly and, just as Kayla was about to protest, a noise sounded from outside and the three of them looked up in worry.

"What was _that?" _Stiles exclaimed, his voice raising a few octaves higher and both Kayla and Scott muttered, "Shut up" at him at the same time. Scott leaned forwards, ear tilted towards the door and Kayla looked like she was holding her breath. The same noise sounded again from outside and Kayla's hands shot out to grab both of their sleeves, pulling them back with her.

"Stiles - flashlight off" Kayla whispered, knocking the flash light's beam away from the door and Scott muttered a quick "Hide"

"Where?" Kayla said desperately and Stiles pointed to the lockers, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him, opening a locker door and shoving her in, desperate for them to get out of sight, and then opened his own one next to hers, throwing his body into the small, confined place. Stiles couldn't breath as time slowed down, the locker room door opening, something walking in slowly and Stiles thought that all they needed now was some dramatic music to start playing in the background.

"Ahhhh" He heard a male voice exclaim and tumbled out of his own locker, his heart beating wildly as he realised it was only the janitor.

"Son of a bitch, what are you trying to do - kill me?" The janitor said, breathing heavily as Kayla walked up beside Stiles and he could hear her laboured breathing.

"Wait, please just listen to us for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded but the janitor was having none of it.

"You three - out now" He demanded, grabbing the two boys by the collars of their shirts and hauling them out into the hallway, "You too girl" He added, grabbing Kayla's arm and throwing her into Stiles, "I don't what prank you're playing but-" He was cut off by his body getting pulled back into the locker room, making Scott and Stiles jump back in fear.

"We have to go, we have to go" Kayla screamed, her hand slipping into Stiles' as she tried to pull him along, "Now, now, now, he's dead- let's go" And Stiles didn't need telling twice - and all three of them ran like the wind.

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><p>"A dumpster?" Kayla asked, frowning as the two boys tried to push open an emergency exit - kind of ironic really, seeming how this was an actual emergency.<p>

"A frigging dumpster" Stiles confirmed, banging his body back into the double doors to try and open it but it wasn't budging - Kayla knew the Alpha had planned this out, like, proper intense planning and shook her head - whoever it was, she really wanted front row seats for his execution, that's for sure.

"Stiles - forget the doors, let's go" Scott exclaimed loudly, dragging Stiles away from the doors, making him stumble.

"He wants us trapped" Kayla murmured as they hurried along the corridors, "Like on those safari documentaries"

"Great - now he likes playing cat and mouse" Stile said sarcastically, giving a small shake of his head, "This is _so _not how I planned my evening" He moaned and Kayla let out a disbelievingly noise - none of them planned this.

"At least it's more exciting than watching porn or whatever it is you guys do in the evenings" Kayla retorted, "Or maybe not... depending" She shrugged, rolling her eyes as they all strode along the corridor, eyes flashing behind them nervously every two seconds.

"Okay, this situation is frigging unbelievable - not only am I going to die, I'm going to die at school, at _School_" Stiles exclaimed loudly, panic seeping into his voice but underneath all that joking Kayla could see he was really scared - hell she was too. Just by those exaggerated movements, the rapid blinking, the even more sassy comments and the slightest shake in his voice Kayla knew he was scared shitless. She wanted to slip her hand into his again, just to show they were all there for each other, but resisted - when you're running from a psychotic killing werewolf alpha, you focus on actually staying alive and not indulging in your feelings.

Wait... what?

Kayla shook her head - she didn't just admit she had feelings for Stiles, no way, not here, not now - she put her random blurting-out-secrets-in-her-head moment aside and blamed it on stress. Stress did weird things to people so, naturally, it was just messing up her mind. Yeah, that was it.

"No one's going to die Stiles" Scott reassured, "We're all going to be fine"

"Then what the hell does it want?"

"Scott" Kayla answered truthfully, "Sorry but we have no time to beat around the bush here - it wants Scott in it's pack, the bigger the pack, the stronger the Alpha - this has all been set up to turn Scott and if we don't find a way out... now... little innocent Scottie over here won't be so innocent when he tears us apart limb from limb" Kayla exclaimed, feeling a headache coming on as poor Scott looked so heartbroken, Kayla just shrugged sheepishly.

"Sorry Scott but it's true"

"Great - an Alpha into teamwork, this night keeps getting better and better, what's next - fighting for an internship at killing-together . com?" Stiles said sarcastically and Kayla felt her spider senses tingling - or rather, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She stopped walking, focusing on channeling those feelings. Hey, if they do have some sort of mind connection where the Alpha could literally turn her against everyone she's ever known, best put it to good use.

"What? What is it?" Stiles rushed out, "You have that look on your face like something bad is gonna happen"

All she did was turn her head to the side, peering out the window and feeling her breath catch in the back of her throat.

It was one of the scariest sights she had ever seen. The Alpha, half hidden in the shadows, staring right in their direction, glaring with it's red, gleaming eyes and that was Kayla's mistake. She looked into it's eyes. Just like she did before she crashed, just like before when she tried to kill Derek, and now. She suddenly felt a urge to help it, like helping the Alpha would be the right thing to do and cringed. No, no she wasn't going to kill her friends. No.

She took a few steps backwards, shaking her head and trying to look away but she just... couldn't, and it was one of the most frustrating things ever.

"Run, we have to RUN" Scott hollered as he and Stiles took off down the hallway as the Alpha began to run towards them on all four legs, an evil glint in its eyes. And Kayla wanted to run with them but she was stuck, dangerous thoughts about helping the Alpha with it's 'mission' running through her head. All her life she had been independent, tried to be strong - to prove herself to a family of werewolf's that she wasn't useless, or that she wasn't a freak, that she could look after herself and didn't need saving.

She pushed herself in gymnastics, she pushed herself in learning all about the supernatural world so she may actually be of some use, she pushed herself in training because she needed to be able to handle herself. And now? She had all that power taken away from her - her mind went blank, thoughts about murdering those responsible for killing her family running through her head, her body frozen as she waited for the Alpha.

Then suddenly, like a miracle, Stiles was back, skidding to a stop in front of her, caramel brown eyes wide and caring.

"Snap out of it Kayla... you have to snap out of it" He told her, one of his hands finding hers and intertwining their fingers. Instead of sounding urgent and worried like any sane person would with an Alpha about to pounce on them at any moment, he sounded... soft? How was that even possible? She wanted so badly to listen to him but the Alpha's influence was strong and she felt the tears building up in her eyes. She managed to break through the barrier for a second though, her brain ridding itself from the fog, and was about to scream at him to run, until he gave her hand a squeeze and her eyes managed to meet his.

_"You remember what an anchor is?" Derek asked, circling her in the gym hall - Stiles was leaning against the wall, hands on his knee's, breathing heavily whilst she was trying to channel all her inner strength to prove to Derek she could, in fact, handle herself._

_"Yes, it's something that keeps a werewolf grounded, y'know - to stop from killing everyone in sight" She replied and Derek nodded, "Yes, and once someone finds that anchor it's easier to manage the change"_

_"But why are you telling me this? I'm no werewolf" She sighed, shaking her head in confusion._

_"I know" Derek told her, "But it doesn't mean it doesn't apply to you - or any one else for that matter. An anchor is something that helps keep a person in control - so if you ever feel overwhelmed, or stressed or need to find that strength, an anchor can help you do that" He told her, suddenly stopping circling her and reaching out to judo-flip her, catching her by surprise so she crashed on her back._

_"So what's your anchor Kayla? You want to not be seen as a fragile human... find an anchor, and quickly, and it will only make you that much more stronger" He told her seriously before letting out a small grin, and helped haul her to her feet._

Kayla gulped, her whole being focused completely on Stiles.

Okay... what the hell just happened? Stiles was her 'anchor'? when the hell did that happen?

Stiles was still staring at her as she felt her body loosen itself from the Alpha's control, her mind completely clear and that pressing feeling in her chest leaving, making it easier to breathe. Stiles' hand didn't let hers go though, it didn't even loosen, in fact - she could've sworn his hand tightened just as the Alpha crashed into the window, sending shards of glass over their heads.

**Hehehe, another chapter done. Just to let you know, I have SO many plans for this story and I cant wait to write them! ha! so... all of you guys have bee so good, maybe leave a review? Pretty please, they're so inspiring to read and make me want to just type and type and type! enough reviews and I shall update as soon as I possibly can! x :)**


	16. Chapter 16 - Do I have a chance?

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine - thanks for all your support and a big shout out to BTR14, Lys Dis, Shadow-wolf78, Thelatestbuzz and phhsdj for reviewing and please continue to you fabulous people :) **

Kayla pulled Stiles down as the Alpha burst in through the window, it's large body skidding across the floor as it growled menacingly. Acting indistinctively, she grabbed the large flashlight out of Stiles' hands, which was pretty easy considering he was still with shock and fear, and stepped forward, whacking it round the head with as much force as she could, then doing a spin kick that jolted her leg but it was definitely worth it as the Alpha fell on its side. Knowing they didn't have a lot of time left, especially considering Scott was screaming at them to run, she threw the flashlight at the Alpha, hoping it would slow him down even just for a second, as she grabbed Stiles' jacket sleeve and hauled him to his feet, dragging him behind her as they ran.

"Run, run, run - faster" Scott hollered as they caught up to him, all three of them slamming through a set of double doors and throwing themselves down a flight of stairs, trying desperately not to trip over each other's limbs.

"Where now?" Stiles wheezed, holding his side as they continued running.

"I don't know - anywhere" Scott replied desperately as they turned off the hallway and onto another one.

"The basement - go to the basement" Kayla spoke up, pointing to the door at the end of the hallway that led downstairs.

"So we can, what? Get trapped down there? The basement has no escape" Stiles retorted loudly, his caramel brown eyes wide as they looked for an exit that the Alpha hadn't covered but it was impossible - he had planned this out very well.

"Exactly the point Stiles" Kayla rolled her eyes though there was still a very subtle shake in her voice - this situation had gotten so far out of hand, Kayla wasn't even sure if they would all survive - before, she was almost certain the Alpha was just toying with them, threatening them to get to Scott but after getting a taste of what was going through his mind... how unpredictable, how full of vengeance and hate he was, she wasn't so sure about its motives anymore - hell, the Alpha was so unstable he might even go as far as killing Scott, that's how dangerous he really was.

"I hope you're right about this Kayla" Scott murmured as he pushed open the door and they all followed in after him as quickly as they could.

"Me too Scott... me too" Kayla said quietly, head whipping back and forth as she trailed behind the two boys. She couldn't feel the Alpha's presence but that didn't mean it wasn't there - whatever happened back there with Stiles broke whatever freaky connection she had with the Alpha, meaning she couldn't feel or hear its thoughts or have that tingling feeling when it was close by. She was incredibly thankful for that but couldn't help but think it would've been helpful in this situation.

Shaking her head she focused back on the task at hand. They all would figure out a plan to trap the Alpha and then get the hell out of there. That was the best plan. They all spun around at the same time as they heard the door to the basement being slammed open less than ten seconds since they had been there. Crap. Without thinking twice about it, Kayla ran, dragging a flailing Stiles behind her as they tried desperately to keep up with Scott. They skidded into the smokier part of the basement, hiding behind a set of rusty old lockers as the Alpha growled.

Scott peeked around the corner and Kayla watched as his face morphed into one of terror before telling them both to go. The next few minutes was both completely terrifying and kinda hilarious as Stiles came up with the brilliant plan to trap the Alpha in an old room, using his keys as a form of bait and hauling a large desk in front to keep it trapped. But, of course, Stiles being Stiles, instead of running as far away from possible, getting a good head start, he had to antagonise it with his stupid yet funny comments. Kayla admired his courage but she had to drag him off the desk as the Alpha pounced at the door.

"What were you saying Stiles?" Kayla commented sarcastically as the Alpha's weight began to break tiles off the ceiling and the boy in question gulped nervously and Kayla couldn't blame him - he pissed off and Alpha and now it was loose, he was probably on it's killing list now if she were to be honest with herself. So they ended up running... again. And Kayla hated every second of it. Running away always led to death in those cheesy horror movies, but as much as Kayla thought it would be best to fight, face the problem head on, she knew that was a completely stupid idea - they couldn't fight against the Alpha, at least... not without Derek.

She screwed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing away the pain. Derek got hurt real bad, by both her and the Alpha, and no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that he would be fine, that Derek would always be fine because he was _Derek fricking Hale, _she knew there was a chance he would die and that terrified her. She wasn't one to show her emotions to the whole of the world but inside... inside she was screaming.

"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked Allison desperately as Stiles and Kaya held back, letting them have their little 'couple moment'.

"Because you asked me to" Allison replied in a confused tone.

"I asked you to?" Scott questioned, dumbfounded, and Kayla shared a fearful glance with Stiles - the Alpha obviously had a bigger and better plan than they thought he did.

"Stiles... if the Alpha managed to get us all here, at the same time, there's obviously something much bigger going on here" Kayla whispered, keeping her voice quiet so Allison wouldn't hear. Stiles bit his lip and nodded, leaning down to whisper back to her.

"Do you think it has something to do with Scott? Y'know, 'initiation' or some crap like that?"

"I guess so" Kayla replied, shrugging, "Probably wants to watch with a bowl full of popcorn as he tears us apart" She sighed, watching as Scott inclined his head slightly, frowning as he conversed with Allison - oops, maybe she should be the one learning subtlety, but she couldn't help being blunt - they didn't have time to not be.

"Well that's just great, really, it's not like we don't already have enough to deal with - thank-you" Stiles exclaimed, theoretically throwing his hands in the air just as Lydia and Jackson walked in and Kayla felt her mouth popping open - now all her friends were in danger and her heart thudded painfully in her chest. The Alpha really should just die already, it would save them a ton of hassle.

"Finally... can we go now?" Lydia sighed, giving Kayla a confused glance, obviously wondering why she was here, but, before she could say anything the familiar breaking of the ceiling tiles made them all glance up cautiously. This night was just turning out better and better, huh? Her friends just stood there, various levels of shock and fear plastered on their faces.

"Now would be a great time to get the hell outta here" Kayla spoke up, but none of friends were paying attention, too busy staring at the ceiling in a look between fascination and complete and utter terror, "Seriously guys... Now!" Kayla snapped as they all ran, and just in time too considering the ceiling collapsed just as they all looked away. Kayla's legs burned as they pumped desperately, keeping up with her friends. Suddenly though, she felt a tug in her mind, like a tug and war and winced as her body jolted, stopping her in her tracks.

The 'mind connection' came back harder and stronger than before, and she felt the full force of the Alpha intruding in her mind. The same complete and utter rage erupted inside her chest and Kayla's whole body came alive, her muscles shaking with fury. _They all need to die, _she thought, _especially that hunter girlfriend, and maybe that stupid best friend too._

Though, as soon as she thought that, Kayla shook her head. She didn't know what it was about Stiles that brought her back, but, whatever it was, it grounded her. The Alpha wasn't going to touch Stiles, or Allison, or any of the others - not if she had anything to do with it. She heard the Alpha coming up behind her as she stood as still as she could, hardly breathing, concentrating on slowing her heartbeat down, considering the unfair advantage werewolf's had with their hearing. The Alpha circled her, its red eyes piercing every inch of her.

"Kayla? Kayla?" She heard her friends screaming and let out a quick exhale, screwing her eyes shut - shut up, shut up, shut up, she chanted in her head, opening her eyes as she glanced fearfully down the corridor - if she could hear them then the Alpha definitely could. She was proved right less than a second later when the Alpha's ears perked up, hearing the commotion down the hall too.

"You're not getting Scott" She whispered, plucking up her courage, hoping to distract the Alpha long enough to give her friends a chance to hide. Her deep green eyes met red one, pain flaring up in her head as she felt the influence of the Alpha piercing through her every being, "We won't let you" She added, balling her fists. Scott was a friend, not to mention a good person - he didn't deserve all this that was happening to him. The Alpha growled and swiped out with it's paw, sharp claws only narrowly avoiding her chest as she jumped backwards into the row of lockers. The Alpha swiped at her again but she just managed to duck down, making the Alpha's claws tear through several lockers, the sound of broken and scraped metal reverberating inside her eardrums.

Acting as quickly as she could, Kayla side kicked the Alpha in it's chest, making it growl menacingly as it slid on its back across the floor. She knew she couldn't beat it, hell, the only reason she was still alive was because she had the element of surprise on her side. So she did what any remotely sane person would do. She ran - in the opposite direction, which was stupid, her friends were the other way, but there was just one problem - there was a frigging seven foot tall, extra strength Alpha blocking the way.

She sprinted to the end of the hallway, spying for a way out. Her eyes landed on a vent just above another row of lockers and knew that was her only chance at an escape before her head got ripped off. The sound of paws hitting the floor jolted her into action - so, mustering up whatever energy she had left, channelling her gymnastics and training skills, she hauled herself up onto the lockers and elbowed the vent, making it successfully clatter to the ground below.

She clambered through the hole, letting out a small cry of pain as sharp claws scraped across the bare flesh on her ankle, tearing away the skin. Forgetting the excruciating pain she kicked out, her sneaker clad foot colliding with the snout of the Alpha and then skittered backwards in the small, confined, metal place, breathing heavily. Her ankle stung like a complete bitch as blood oozed out of the wound - thankfully, it didn't look like it tore any tendons or broke a bone but still... the pain brought tears to her eyes.

"Dammit" She cursed, putting her hand to her ankle to try and stop the flow of blood - which, unfortunately, wasn't working. Wincing slightly as she did so, Kayla cautiously hovered over the open vent, watching as the Alpha let out a loud howl before tearing away faster than Kayla thought possible - that one howl, however, made her bones feel like they were on fire and her head to explode with pain.

She screamed.

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><p>Kayla felt like she'd been in that damn vent for hours.<p>

She hadn't - her watch indicated it had only been ten minutes or so, but still. She had scrambled about on her hands and knee's as quick as she could, taking lefts, rights, even going up a flight to try and pinpoint where her friends were. Her ankle throbbed but she tried to ignore that pain as best she could. Just as she was about to give up, however, maybe finding the nearest hatch and actually walking around the school instead of scurrying through it's venting system, she heard her friends arguing, being extra loud and knew that, if she - the non-werewolf, could hear them then the Alpha definitely could. That thought alone spurred her into action. Sucking in a deep breath and wincing as pain flared up in her ankle, she continued to scramble through the vent, her ears guiding her through. She took a right, then a left and continued on, her friends voices getting louder so she knew she was going in the right direction. She saw the vent up ahead, mistaking the position of it, thinking it was just the same metal confinement, until her hands landed on it and the weight of her body caused the vent to suddenly fall through, and Kayla let out a small shriek of surprise as she fell head first through the air.

Normally, she would be able to stabilise herself mid-air, but with the burning pain in her ankle and the surprise of her fall, she couldn't spur her body into action. She twisted over so she was flying through the air, facing the ground, and felt her body colliding with something, or rather someone. Kayla must've clipped Stiles' shoulder on the way down because she landed directly on top of him, both of them crashing backwards into a row of stools making them clatter down on, and around, them.

"Oh shoot - Stiles I'm so sorry" Kayla apologised, holding herself up on her hands as she looked down onto Stiles' shocked, and equally terrified face, probably thinking it was the Alpha jumping down to tear him limb from limb.

"S'okay" He gasped, and Kayla smirked at him - she was just so glad her friends hadn't been eaten yet that, no matter how sore she, or evidently, Stiles was, she felt happiness swell up in her chest - no one was dead yet, she thought that was a definite plus. Stile's face screwed up in pain for a moment and Kayla bit her lip to stop from full blown smiling - she may have made him crack a rib - oops, she thought. At least he gave her a softer landing.

"Kayla" Scott exclaimed, running over, brown eyes wide as he stared down at the two of them, Jackson, Lydia and Allison standing just behind him.

"Mind giving me a hand? We're kind of in a compromising position in case you hadn't noticed" And immediately she saw Stiles' face flush red - what? It was true - she was directly, and when she said directly, she meant _directly _on top of him, legs intertwined and everything. Scott bent down and grabbed her upper arms and hauling her off of Stiles' body.

"Oh my god... are you okay?" Allison asked, looking absolutely terrified as she stood next to Scott.

"Yeah, fine" She replied nonchalantly, holding out her hand to haul Stiles up off the ground. He winced, placing a hand to his ribcage as Kayla hid a smirk - she knew she shouldn't be acting so happy and carefree when everyone else was freaking out but, for a while back there, she was so sure her friends were dead she couldn't help but be relieved when she found out they weren't.

"You sure know how to make an entrance" Stiles grumbled, pulling her into a quick hug - again - though she could hear relief in his voice. Kayla rolled her eyes playfully as she pulled away, ignoring Lydia, Allison and even Jackson's wide eyed stares in their direction.

"But... you're bleeding" Lydia exclaimed, staring at Kayla's ankle.

"What? Oh yeah, it's nothing, look... we really have to-"

"Nothing?" Allison shrieked, "It looks like your ankle has been torn apart" And Kayla just shared a knowing glance with Scott and Stiles.

"It's fin-Ahhhh" Kayla grimaced as she tried to take a step forward, just to prove that she was completely fine, but the adrenaline must've worn off because her ankle flared up with pain, again, as she stumbled forwards, causing Stiles to clumsily step forward and grab her arms to stop her from face planting the ground.

"Yeah... what were you saying?" Stiles said sarcastically, though Kayla could see worry shining in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes and escaped Stiles' grasp, glaring at him, making him roll his eyes at her.

"Don't be so stubborn" He told her, picking up a stool off the ground and holding it out in front of her, "Take a seat before you knock another one of us out"

Kayla didn't even bother arguing - just being able to sit down make her sigh with relief as she pulled her bad leg up, rubbing the irritated skin around it.

"So what's the plan?" Kayla asked, trying to keep her mind off the pain.

"Well... we have everything we need to make a Molotov cocktail" Lydia piped up, looking pleased that she knew something but, when she realised everyone's eyes were on her, she pouted, "What? I read it somewhere" She defended and Kayla rolled her eyes - Lydia was smart, like super smart, and Kayla found it ridiculous how she acted so dumb just to please Jackson - one of the reasons Kayla did not date jocks like him. Well, most of the time.

They set to work, Lydia mixing the ingredients together like a pro, while all Kayla could do was sit and watch. When she realised Scott was going to go, out there alone, she secretly pulled him over, away from the prying eyes of the others.

"Scott, I'm not gonna stop you but, whatever you do, try and not let the Alpha roar okay? I know that sounds stupid but I mean it - the roar of an Alpha is so powerful it can forcefully change a werewolf or stop the change, do you understand?" She asked and watched as Scott nodded, fear flitting through his brown eyes.

"But how do I _not_ make him roar? if he knows about how much power it possesses then won't he just do it anyway to turn me?"

"Probably" She told him truthfully, "And, god's honest truth, you probably couldn't stop him anyway but maybe if you're aware of it you can be more prepared to fight against it" Kayla told him, giving his arm a squeeze, "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for"

"Thanks Kayla" Scott smiled, "And maybe you should get that ankle checked out" He said playfully, obviously trying to go for a more light-hearted mood.

"You get us outta here, it'll be the first thing I do, I promise" She replied, saluting him as he walked over to Lydia to collect the Molotov cocktail. After Scott left, which Allison had protested to quite openly, the whole lot of them were silent, trapped in their own thoughts.

"Hey" Stiles greeted casually, plonking himself down in a stool beside her, holding a first aid kit, "Figured you might need me to play nurse"

"Kinky" Kayla grinned, making Stiles blush, "And thanks, but honestly... I'm fine" She said, shrugging.

"Kayla, would you stop" Stiles exclaimed, sounding aggravated, making her look up in surprise, "I... Twice tonight I thought you were dead, twice, as in more than once and you're acting so... so casual about the fact you almost _died, _so just, lemme help okay?" He asked, breathing heavily and Kayla felt everyone's eyes on them but focused solely on Stiles. She couldn't help it - it was her coping mechanism and she preferred to look on the bright side of things - she wasn't dead, that was the main thing.

"Uh... sure, okay" She replied quietly, and watched as Stiles visibly relaxed, his hands shaking slightly as he opened the first aid kit. Her eyes flitted to the side as she saw Jackson staring at her, where as Lydia's eye kept glancing over to her warily.

"Maybe you could tell me why everyone is looking at me like I'm a frigging psychopath?" Kayla whispered, watching Stiles' reaction. He stopped what he was doing before giving her a guilty look, "Scott told them Derek did this, didn't he?" She sighed, rubbing her eyes, trying to get rid of the headache that was building up.

"Um, no... what, why-why would S-Scott do...that" Stiles rattled off, giving a disbelieving chuckle and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, "Yes, yes he did but, if it's any consolation, I told them he was just an accomplice" Stiles added, trying to give her a positive smile.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Kayla asked as Stiles gaped at her.

"Well... yeah" He exclaimed quietly, "I mean, it doesn't prove he's the killer and it still saves our asses from some serious explaining we're gonna have to do" And Kayla smirked, eyes flitting towards the ground. Derek was going to have to be on the run now until they managed to prove he was innocent, that is if he was still alive.

"I'm sorry" Stiles apologised, "I should've gotten Derek off the hook, I-"

"Honestly Stiles, it's fine - Derek's a big boy, he can handle himself" She reassured both her and Stiles at the same time.

"So..." Stiles said, holding up some antiseptic wipes and bandages, "We gonna patch you up or what?" And Kayla smiled, glad he was trying to change the subject.

"Sure" She said, holding out her leg and Stiles gently held it as he placed it across his knees, tilting it at an angle.

"Ow" He muttered, cringing slightly as he opened the packet of antiseptic wipes, making a bunch of facial reactions, making Kayla raise her eyebrows.

"Isn't it supposed to be me saying that?" She grinned as he began to clean the blood from her ankle - she winced and cringed but tried not to make a sound - she had had worse injuries than this, she just had to suck it up.

"How's your ribs by the way? I didn't mean to completely flatten you" Kayla piped up, sucking in a breath as the wipe caught a particularly deep scratch and Stiles sent her a guilty look.

"Sore" He admitted, "But they'll be fine" He grinned, unrolling the wad of bandages, "And anyway, it's not everyday I get a girl falling head over heels for me" And Kayla laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

"Well there's that" She agreed, glad they were talking again without all the awkwardness and avoidiness - she actually kinda missed it if she were to be honest with herself. They stayed silent for the next few minutes, a comfortable silence though, as Stiles gently removed her shoe, wrapping the bandages around her foot and ankle, tying it in a knot before placing her shoe back on.

"Thanks" She whispered and Stiles nodded, stilling holding her leg on his knee's though as he stared off into space, beginning to chew on his bottom lip in worry and Kayla knew why - his best friend went out to face the Alpha with nothing but a Molotov cocktail, he was probably internally freaking out.

"Hey" Kayla said in a soothing voice, placing her hand on Stiles', "Scott - he'll be fine... I mean, it's Scott, he may not be the brightest bulb but he's a lot smarter than people give him credit for" She said and Stiles met her eyes, "The Alpha doesn't want to kill him, and it won't" She said, hoping to try and take his mind off things.

"You think?" He asked sceptically and Kayla immediately nodded - Stiles generally seemed like a worry-free person so having him going out of his head with worry just seemed... un-natural.

"It's me... I don't think, I know" She said with a smirk, managing to extract her leg from Stiles grasp and sat properly in the stool just as a really, really loud roar echoed throughout the school, making everyone cringe. Jackson fell to his knee's and screamed where as Kayla screwed her eyes shut - she didn't feel pain, she just felt like she was getting pulled in a completely different direction, like the Alpha wanted her to be on it's side and, whilst Lydia and Allison, raced forward to help Jackson, her hand shot out to grab a hold of Stiles' hand - whatever it was about him, it grounded her, helped her keep in control, so she squeezed his hand as tight as she could as she got herself back in control.

"What the hell's happening?" Stiles exclaimed as she got herself back to reality and heard Jackson stop screaming.

"I'll-I'll explain later" She whispered, extracting herself from his concerned grip and stared at Jackson - something was up with him, he shouldn't have reacted that way to the Alpha's roar, not if he was human... Kayla's eyes widened as she stared at Jackson. He was a werewolf? No way. She was lost in her thoughts until Stiles asked Jackson what was on the back of his neck and Kayla looked closer, seeing a set of claw marks.

Okay... so he wasn't a werewolf, but something was definitely up with him.

The next few minutes were... chaotic to say the least. All her friends freaked out because something, and that something was Scott, locked them in the chemistry room, Jackson going as far as blaming him for all the murders, but Kayla disagreed. She knew the Alpha's roar made him turn, and instead of killing them like she was sure he wanted to, he locked them in there to protect them from himself. Scott was definitely something else, that's for sure.

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><p>"Miss, I highly suggest you go to the hospital to get checked-"<p>

"Oh my lord, for the last time - No... it's just a scratch, no big deal" Kayla exclaimed, shaking her head in aggravation. The sheriff had insisted she go get one of the paramedics to check out her ankle, and she did, just to be polite, but now wishing she hadn't.

"You may require stitches in order fo-"

"Thanks for all your help but I need to be getting off" Kayla cut off the nice, but highly annoying paramedic woman, jumping out the back of the ambulance to escape, but regretting it a second later, when her ankle screamed out in pain. Kayla winced as the paramedic woman sent her a knowing look, beckoning her forward with her finger. Heh, as if _that_ was going to happen.

She turned around, fully prepared to walk away with her head held high to show the paramedic woman where to could shove it, but ran head first into Stiles.

"Wow... we've really got to stop falling for each other" Stiles grinned and Kayla rolled her eyes playfully.

"I know right" She replied, "Anyway, I meant to say thank you for earlier, y'know... for coming back for me... I, uh... yeah... thanks" She stumbled over her words as Stiles watched her with an amused grin plastered on his face, "Don't look so amused by this" She warned, but couldn't help but smirk.

"It just feels good to be the knight in shining armour for once, y'know, saving my lady and all that" He chuckled and Kayla playfully smacked his arm.

"Yeah, well... don't get used to it, in the future I think you'll find it will be _me _saving _your _ass"

"And that is when I will say goodbye to whatever masculinity I have left" Stiles teased before biting his bottom lip and looking down at her.

"Um... I actually wanted to ask you something... I mean, if you don't mind, well actually it's not even a question, more of a statement...I guess... uh" Stiles looked around, as if to make sure no one was listening in and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Let me guess" Kayla piped up, stopping his stuttering, "It's about the other night, yeah? The whole 'you kissed me first' and the 'no you kissed me first' thing?" She asked as Stiles gaped at her before nodding shakily.

"Well, yeah... I was thinking about it and, uh, I just wanted to, uh, know... why... if maybe... um..." Stiles trailed off and Kayla decided to pick up where he left off - it was clear he hadn't had a lot of conversations that went like this.

"If there was something to it?" She questioned and Stiles nodded quickly, his breathing pace picking up.

"Maybe" Kayla replied, watching as his eyes went wide with shock, "I mean... there could be..." She shrugged, "Ask me again when you're able to move past your feelings for a certain strawberry blonde - if there's one thing I hate it's guys pining over other girls" She grinned to show that she was being playful, having the satisfaction of watching his cheeks flush and his mouth to start opening and closing like a fish.

"You...You mean that?" He squeaked, looking on the verge of having a panic attack. To show how completely and utterly serious she was Kayla grabbed his arm, stopping him walking and leaned forwards, pressing her lips to his very gently as she gripped the front of his shirt, holding him in place. She pulled away a few seconds later, not wanting to indulge too much - that and the fact if she stayed with him any longer she was tempted to never let him go.

"One hundred percent" She told him truthfully, eyes sparkling, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear my bed calling my name" She told him, giving him one last wink before walking away, leaving a shocked face Stiles gaping after her, his heart beating furiously in his chest.

**A.n) Phew, that was a long chapter - ha! Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, like seriously, I will love you all forever so please please please review - cookies for all and I will update a.s.a.p. if I get enough reviews :) x**


	17. Chapter 17 - That's a dangerous hazard

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When Kayla awoke the next morning, no alarm thank god, the school was off because of the whole 'murder' thing, she was met by a pair of pale green eyes staring at her.

"Holy god" She exclaimed loudly, sitting up in bed, not even fully awake yet, as she grabbed the lamp that was next to her bed on the table, yanking it from the plug and throwing it at the intruder. She had a decent aim as the lamp, her favourite citrus blue lamp by the way, sailed through the air, preparing to smack the intruder in the face but it was grabbed out of the air by someone with decent reflexes.

"Derek?" She asked, breathing heavily, as she recognised the tall, dark and brooding figure of her cousin, gripping the lamp tightly in his hands as he raised his eyebrows at her, unimpressed, "What in heaven's name are you doing here?" She added in exasperation, throwing off her bed covers and taking deep breaths to stop her heartbeat going wild.

"I was checking up on you" He replied, throwing her lamp at the end of her bed, as Kayla stood up, giving Derek the once over. He seemed fine, physically at least, if but a little pale.

"You're okay" She said in amazement, taking a few careful steps forward as her ankle was still sore, "After… after last night I wasn't sure if…" she trailed off, swallowing thickly.

"Yeah, I'm great… even after my own cousin tried to kill me" He said sarcastically and Kayla lightly shoved him, still looking at him in awe. She had convinced herself he would be alright but she felt so much relief actually seeing him with her own eyes.

"Yeah well, in my defence, I was kind of being controlled at the time but... whatever" She said before letting out a wide smile and jumping into Derek's unexpecting arms, "I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see your brooding face before" She laughed, hugging him tightly before sliding out of his grasp. Derek's mouth quirked and Kayla knew it was hard for him to deal with his emotions – he was a generally closed off person.

"I healed" He stated, "Just in time too considering I heard my name being splashed across the radio and television broadcasts" He stated, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms, giving her his best 'I am _so _not impressed' look.

"Uh… yeah, about that" She let out a nervous laugh, "Turns out you're either a victim, accomplice or murderer – keeps things interesting huh?" She laughed but Derek continued to stare at her.

"Okay, okay, look – I don't know what happened but Allison and them were asking questions – Scott had to say something… so he, uh, kinda said… it was you" She cringed on the last part of the sentence – she didn't blame Scott per se but still, he threw her cousin under the bus, even after she specifically told him Derek was definitely not dead, but oh well – they couldn't change things now.

"I'm going to kill him" Derek exclaimed, shaking his head as he clenched his fists.

"No you're not, no killing, maiming or inflicting any kind of pain okay? You're already in deep enough waters as it is… and anyway, the cops kinda suspected you cause your car was parked next to Stiles'"

"And what am I supposed to do now? I can't exactly go home cause that Stilinski's dad will be all over that place" Derek said hotly, arms spread wide.

Kayla rolled her eyes – really? He was asking her that? The answer was so obvious it was staring him right in the face. Quite literally.

"You stay here, obviously" She replied with a roll of her eyes, "You really think I'm gonna let you freeze to death? Nice to know what you think of me" She said sarcastically, pulling her dressing gown over her to keep her warm.

"But… I can't do that" Derek said, actually sounding shocked for once.

"Yes you can, and you will" She replied stubbornly, "I know the cops will probably come and check this place out y'know, considering we're related and everything, but until then… you're staying here and that's final" She added, nodding her head to show how serious she was.

"I don't think your mom will be too happy with that plan" He retorted, still standing in that same position as he was when she woke up. Kayla snorted – her mom was the most easy going, laid back – well, except from the OCD, but she was fine with everything – Kayla could tell her she wouldn't be back for a whole week and her mom would simply reply, 'be careful and have fun'. Kayla assumed it was since her dad and brother were murdered… she just didn't care that much anymore.

"Hey mom?" Kayla shouted out as she opened her door, poking her head out.

"Yes dear?" Her mom replied back, curiosity lining her voice.

"Derek has been wrongly accused of several accounts of murder and is now playing cat and mouse with the whole of the sheriff's department, is it okay if he hides out in one of the spare rooms until this whole mess blows over?" Kayla asked, watching as Derek gaped at her, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Of course – I'll make up the spare bed, does he want breakfast?" Her mom's voice floated up the stairs, completely at ease – even though she was human, being married to her dad for over twenty years meant she was A-Okay with practically everything, and when Kayla meant everything, she meant _everything. _

"A couple of burrito wraps would be great – thanks mom" Kayla replied cheerfully, closing the door and smirking at Derek's gobsmacked face.

"Honestly Der, this is my mom we're talking about, she's even more at ease than me" And Derek nodded shakily, sitting down at the end of her bed.

"So… what happened while I was incapacitated?" He questioned, hands placed on his knees.

"Well, in short, he chased us around the school like headless frigging chickens, made me try and be on his side, roared – which, funnily enough, made Scott turn and try to kill us all… uh, yeah, I think that's about all" She summarised in as few a words as possible.

"Connection – the Alpha's formed a connection with you, hasn't he?" Derek asked, his back suddenly going rigid as he stared up at her, his eyes hard and piercing her very soul.

"'Bond', 'mind connection', making me be his little bitch, whatever you want to call it… I guess so" She shrugged – it worried her, sure, but she knew she could pull away from it, it took a great deal of effort but, for whatever reason, Stiles helped her do that, "But, I mean… it's not as bad as it sounds" She added, hating the fact that Derek would begin to worry about her. She loathed people worrying over her even though it just showed they cared.

"Kayla" Derek stated, in that tone of voice that meant he was going to go on one of his famous rants, "A connection with an Alpha doesn't happen often, in fact, it's incredibly rare – being able to share his thoughts, share emotions, means… well, it means a much deeper bond that goes well beyond some random meeting in the middle of the road, it means you know him" Derek stated completely seriously, looking far more worried than Kayla had ever seen him.

"Yeah but… we knew that already" She replied in confusion, "Remember I had this feeling-"

"This changes everything Kayla" Derek cut her off, pale greens eyes flashing blue momentarily, "It means… it means he's family" And Kayla gaped. What? What? _What? _That was damn near impossible - practically all hers and Derek's family was dead. She knew she was staring at Derek in shock but… could it be true?

"Yoo-hoo" She heard her mom's chipper voice call out as she opened Kayla's door, "Breakfast is served" She added, holding two pates, piled high with burrito's, the smell of the meat wafting into the room, "Derek is beginning to look far too thin, it's time to fatten him up" Her mom smiled, trotting forward as Kayla and Derek just stared at each other is something close to exasperation.

"What? Did I miss something?" Her mom smiled politely, cocking her hip and Kayla just let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head at her mom's impeccable timing, "No – no, nothing at a_ll"_

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><p>After that <em>startling <em>revelation earlier in the morning, Kayla had felt out of place ever since. How in God's name could it be family? It made no sense what so ever – like, 0%. It was possible that someone on her mom's side got turned and then became an Alpha but, what were the chances? Seriously? And all the other side of the family were dead – well, not all of them – they had a few elderly relatives and a few strays but it just… made _no sense._

Kayla took in a determined breath, throwing her long hair up into a ponytail, making sure it was out of her face, and changed into a pair of shorts and sports bra, keeping her feet bare but replacing the bandage on her ankle – she couldn't heal as quick as werewolves could but she could heal slightly quicker than humans so, already, the skin was trying to heal over her wound.

She took the stairs two at a time, avoiding putting too much weight on her bad foot, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. She seriously needed to train – she was nowhere near as good as she once was and, with a frigging Alpha on the loose, knew she needed to be in tip top condition. She was about to ask Derek if he wanted to train with her but changed her mind – Derek had locked himself in his room, probably brooding most likely if she were to be honest with herself, and decided to leave him alone with his thoughts. Derek was the type of person to shut himself off, all his problems eating away at him, lost in his thoughts, whereas Kayla was a do-er. She would think _as _she trained, that way hitting two birds with one stone. Smart, right?

"_Dad" _Stiles exclaimed in exasperation, resisting banging his head on the nearest wall, "You can't keep me under house arrest forever – my growing lungs need to breathe in fresh air, you're not going to deprive my lungs of fresh air, are you?" Stiles asked/pleaded, trying to channel Scott's puppy dog eyes, but ultimately, failing.

"Stiles, the killer is still out there, somewhere, and until we catch him I'm sure your lungs will be fine breathing in the air from your room" His dad replied, in that 'no nonsense' tone and Stiles sighed, running a hand over his short hair.

"But dad…" He whined, yes whined, Stiles whined.

"No 'but's' Stiles" His dad warned, standing up straight instead of leaning on Stiles' bedroom doorframe, "I mean it"

Then, like a genius, a sudden thought occurred to Stiles – a perfect thought, surely his dad would let him out now.

"But, what about Kayla? I mean, you saw her last night, she was hurt pretty bad… what kind of friend would I be if I didn't check up on her?" Stiles asked, trying to stop from smiling when he saw indecision flashing across his dad's face. This idea was absolutely brilliant.

"A couple of hour's dad, please… I just wanna make sure my friend is okay…" Stiles trailed off, knowing he had his dad trapped – his dad wouldn't want to seem like an ogre. Stiles tried to remain stone faced but it was hard, considering he was trying his hardest not to burst into song and dance.

"Fine" His dad relented, and Stiles jumped up, slinging on his jacket, "But" His dad warned, pointing a finger in Stiles' direction, "One hour and then I want you back, okay? Before it gets dark" And Stiles didn't even bother to argue that it wouldn't get dark for at least another five hours – he was just glad he could actually _see daylight – _not to be dramatic or anything.

"Thanks dad" Stiles called out as he bounded down the stairs, throwing open the front door and sprinting to his jeep before his dad could change his mind. Kayla's house was only two streets over but if he walked his dad could change his mind and pick him up in the sheriff's car – so jeep it was. He arrived a few minutes later, shutting off the ignition and walking up to the door, a spring in his step – which, most people would find strange considering he nearly died last night but, hey ho, he was _the _Stiles Stilinski.

When he rang the doorbell, it was Kayla's mom – Jody – that answered, and Stiles smiled.

"Hello Stiles" She greeted, a grin plastered on her face,"It's nice to see you again"

"You too mis- I mean, Jody" He corrected himself, mentally kicking himself for his stupidity.

"I heard what happened last night, I'm just glad all of you are alright" Jody told him, closing the door as she ushered him in, "You are alright aren't you?" She added, looking him up and down.

"Me?" Stiles questioned, pointing to himself, "Oh yeah, I'm completely fine, dandy, A-plus, superb… so yeah, fine" He babbled on, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"That's good then" She grinned, "Kayla's in the basement training – you can just head on down" She replied chipperly and Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"She's training, despite almost getting her ankle torn off?" He asked in shock, gaping at Jody like a fish.

"That's Kayla for you – I think she feels more determined than ever to beat this Alpha after what happened last night, if she were a guy I would say she was over-compensating" Jody chuckled, steering Stiles by the arm down the hallway and through the kitchen, pointing to the basement, "Maybe you can knock some sense into her because I can't"

Stiles laughed, nodding his head, agreeing fully with Jody – Kayla was stubborn, that's for sure.

"I'll try but no guarantees" And Jody smiled as she opened the door – ACDC was blaring full blast and Stiles cringed slightly – how she wasn't deaf yet would always amaze him. He walked down the rickety steps, looking around in amazement at the layout of the basement. Punching bags, gymnastic equipment, crash mats, poles and even a whole frigging cabinet just dedicated to knives and a whole bunch of other medieval equipment Stiles felt himself gaping at. He was looking around in shock until his eyes landed on Kayla who was holding herself up on her hands, balancing on a vertical beam, her body completely straight, eyes closed as she focused.

Okay… wow.

Stiles would never get used to _that. _He'd seen the gymnastics being performed at the Olympics and always thought, "Oh that doesn't look hard" but seeing it in real life left him… amazed.

"Holy god" He exclaimed loudly, his voice being covered up by the volume of the music. He stumbled his way down the last remaining steps, his foot getting caught in a cable, making Stiles fall forward, yanking the CD player from its place on a stool, sending it whizzing forward and hitting Stiles in the leg, causing him to hop up and down on one leg, letting out a string of curse words.

He heard Kayla let out a small shriek at the sudden intrusion, the music no longer blaring, as her hand slipped off the beam, her body tilting sideways as it crashed into the beam before falling to the hard concrete ground below.

"Oh my god, I… I am so sorry" Stiles rushed out, completely mortified at what he had done. He took a few steps forward, stopping before he got to the beam as Kayla popped up, hair falling out of her ponytail, eyes wide and breathing heavily.

"Stiles… what the hell?" She exclaimed as Stiles shrugged, giving her a guilty look.

"I-I-I… that's a dangerous hazard" He finally settled on saying, pointing dramatically at the, now, broken CD player and its cable that made him trip and cause this whole situation, "I mean… c'mon, are you trying to kill people?" He said, breathing heavily – he was a complete klutz and Kayla probably hated him now – about the only girl that had showed remotely any interest in him at all. Yeah, way to go Stiles.

Though, to his shock, Kayla started laughing, like full blown laughter as she walked out from behind the beam, a hand on her side as she chuckled.

"I'm sorry, it's just… oh my god, your face" She said, before bursting into laughter again and Stiles couldn't help the smile that flitted across his face, "You looked like someone caught your hand in the cookie jar" She managed to get out before recomposing herself with a deep breath.

"So, how you doing anyway? After last night I mean – though I guess now too after your little accident" She smirked and Stiles blushed, about to reply with some sassy comment but stopped, the back of his neck flushing as he realised Kayla was dressed in nothing more than a pair of shorts and a sports bra, showing off her toned and flat torso. His eyes widened dramatically as he tried to focus solely on her eyes – yes, stick with the eyes, eyes were always the safe option.

"Um… yeah, I-uh… I-I'm good, great actually… I mean… ah, yeah…" Stiles stuttered, heartbeat rising as Kayla raised her eyebrows, a smirk forming on her lips.

"You sure everything's okay… you're looking a little flushed, maybe you're coming down with the flu" She teased, making Stiles blush even harder. Honestly, he was sure she knew why he was acting this way but just did it to embarrass him.

"No, no, no – I'm fine" Stiles stated, his voice rising a few octaves higher than normal, keeping his eyes locked on Kayla's deep green ones – the complete opposites of Derek's – where his were cold and detached and pale, Kayla's were full of life, warm and deep, like a leaf, but not just any leaf, those lovely, large shiny one's – whoa, he cut off his train of thought with a small shake of the head – he was not getting into poetry to describe the colour of a girl's eyes, no way, no way.

He cleared his throat again, to sound more convincing, "I'm completely fine" He stated, trying to think of something desperately, anything, to change the topic of conversation.

"Anyway… shouldn't you be resting or something? I don't know, anything but pushing your body to the limits doing… whatever the hell it was you were doing?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pants pocket.

"Maybe" Kayla shrugged, "But I hate being helpless so I'm gonna keep training until I can kick some serious ass" She grinned, throwing him a pair of pads which Stiles caught clumsily – looking between Kayla, the pads, Kayla and the pads again, "And you're gonna help me" She added, wrapping a wad of bandages around her hands and looking quite intimidating, standing there decked out in her training uniform, her hair pulled back, and a playful yet dangerous look glinting in her eyes.

"Aw crap" Stiles muttered, gulping noisily as she smirked.

**A.N) A tad shorter than normal but I had no time to write more wahh, anyway, I hope you can all review, you've all been so great and amazing and I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, it motivates me so much – also… next chapter will be purely Kayla/Stiles which I'm sure you will all be pleased about am I right? AND it will be an emotional rollercoaster – funny, cute, all bonding but sad too! Ha! So please review and I'll update A.S.A.P **


	18. Chapter 18 - Stay

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?... I mean, I have fragile bones and I'm one hundred percent sure you can punch harder than my bones can handle, I mean..." Stiles trailed off, hoping she would get the hint but Kayla just smirked and rolled her eyes at him.

"Just put the pads on Stiles" She told him, finishing wrapping the bandages around her knuckles and sorting her hair so it was all out of her face. She strode forward so she was standing in front of him, putting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows. Stiles just gulped, looking down at the pads he was supposed to wear. He recognised them from those boxing training programmes - they were supposed to protect the person wearing them from injuries but Stiles knew it wasn't as straight forward as that.

"I promise I'll go easy" She grinned, flashing her teeth and Stiles let out a groan, strapping the pads on his hands and, probably doing it wrong, because Kayla smirked, taking a hold of his hands and fixing the crooked straps.

"There" She stated, taking a step back, "Now, all you have to do is hold your arms out straight, like this" She said, holding onto his forearms as she put them in the right position in front of his body, "And remember to keep your wrists and shoulders tense or else I could dislodge your bones" She told him, a smile in her voice and Stiles nodded nervously.

"That just fills me with so much confidence" He said sarcastically, rolling backwards on forwards on the balls of his feet, "Okay, arms straight, bent at the elbow, wrists and shoulders tense. Arms straight, bent at the elbow, wrists and shoul- OW" He exclaimed, feeling a force in his left hand sending jolts up his arm. Stiles gaped at Kayla who just looked at him, amused. "That hurt" He protested weakly.

"Then you better get used to it Stilinski" She grinned, taking her fighting stance once more, left arm shooting out faster than Stiles thought possible as it hit the pad on his right hand with a loud thud, then the left pad, then the right, left, right, left, right, leaving Stiles breathing deeply to try and keep all his bones in place.

"You're actually not too bad" Kayla told him, continuing to punch the pads, her punches getting harder and harder.

"T-Thanks" Stiles managed to get out, feeling the sweat beginning to build up on his forehead.

"So, apparently, according to Derek, whoever this Alpha is he's uh... he's apparently Derek and I's family" Kayla brought up a minute later and Stiles gaped at her as he felt the full force of her punching increasing, making him take a few steps back in surprise.

""W-What? Seriously?" Stiles exclaimed, "But-But I thought you're family was..." He trailed off uncomfortably, not sure whether to bring _that _subject up when Kayla was standing there, looking very intimidating and dangerous, punching the living daylights of him.

"Dead?" She asked, meeting his eyes, "So did I" She shrugged, narrowing her eyes and letting out a hard punch to Stiles' right hand, sending his arm flying backwards as his body jolted. He winced, letting out a loud 'OW'.

"Uh... sorry" Kayla said, sending him a guilty look, "I guess letting out my aggravation on you isn't such a healthy idea" She said lightly, though Stiles could see worry in her deep green eyes.

"No, no, I mean... it's okay, punch me all you want if it makes you feel better" Stiles suggested off the top of his head, "And how did Derek let you know? Isn't he, like, on the run or something?" He asked, returning to the stance Kayla had shown him. She clenched her fists and continued to punch the pads, a tad less harder though which Stiles was incredibly grateful for - he loved having all his limbs in tact thank you very much.

"Oh no, he's up in the spare room" She said so casually as if reciting a shopping list or something.

"Wait... what? Derek is here? As in _here here? _In this house? Now?" Stiles exclaimed, looking up to the ceiling as if X-raying through the walls to see if he could spy Derek. Okay, he probably should've thought 'they're cousins, of course he'd be hiding out here', but it still came as a massive shock.

"Yes Stiles, _here here" _Kayla chuckled with a roll of her eyes, "Where do you think he'd go? A motel?"

"Well, no but... uh..." Stiles replied awkwardly, "So, right now, he could be listening into this conversation with his super werewolf hearing?" He asked nervously, feeling his heart-rate pick up. Derek hated him, like seriously loathed him, and he was kind of scared that he would barge in through the basement door and rip his throat out.

"He could be" Kayla replied truthfully, her mouth twisted as if she was trying not to laugh, "But I doubt he'd want to - I mean, he finds you severely annoying and I believe his exact words were 'his voice makes me want to rip out his voice box' so..." She smirked, sending another punch into the pads as Stiles gulped noisily.

"Well, I mean, that's just great, that's just so... not terrifying at all" He muttered to himself, "But at least I know someone who likes my voice" He added, talking to himself as he felt the force of the punches in the pads he was wearing.

"Huh?" Kayla asked and Stiles met her eyes. Okay, she was so not meant to hear that. Oh dear lord.

"Oh nothing, just uh- the other day, when you were, kinda... uh... drunk, you might've, um, said that I... I had a nice voice?" It came out as more of a question though as he felt his cheeks flaring up. Kayla missed her routinely punch, and for the first time since he'd met her, Stiles thought he may have actually shocked her.

"Uh... well, _that _I can't remember" She said, and Stiles noticed how she flushed, just ever so slightly, "But I guess drugged-up me tells the truth" And before Stiles could start spluttering, like he was sure he was going to do, Kayla took a step back and began unravelling the bandages on her hands.

"Anyways, why don't we swap? I could help teach you train if you want?" She asked, unstrapping the pads on his hands.

"Uh, sure... I mean, if you want to" He said, rubbing his wrists - damn that girl could punch.

"Okay now, all you have to do is aim for the pad, keep your thumb on top of your fingers and channel the strength from your biceps, which are pretty impressive if I do say so myself, and punch out - and please don't hold back because I'm a girl - I hate it when guys do that okay?" She teased as she wrapped the bandages around his hands, probably to protect them from bruising, their hands touching. Instead of opening his mouth and probably making a complete idiot of himself, as per usual, Stiles just nodded. Did she just compliment his muscles? It sounded like she did and, oh my god, she just openly said she had been checking him out - oh dear god.

"Good" She grinned, showing him how to hold his hands, "Now just... do what feels right" She advised as Stiles nodded, taking in a deep breath. Just, do what feels right - that wouldn't be so hard, he had punched Jackson last night in the school, all he had to do was make a repeat performance. Yet, apart of him didn't want to because Kayla would be on the receiving end, which was stupid, she could handle herself, she'd proven that about ten thousand times, but he was more nervous about swinging the wrong way and punching her in the face - which was probably more probable than punching the pads, if he were to be honest.

"Hit me" She told him, holding up the pads as Stiles shook his head, pushing whatever dirty thoughts had just entered his brain. No, no - he was not going to think that way, especially considering Derek was just upstairs and Stiles prayed to god he couldn't hear thoughts too.

So, Stiles punched out, hitting the pad successfully with a loud thump, a lot harder than Stiles thought he was capable of.

"There you go" Kayla grinned, "I knew you were a natural at this" She praised and Stiles smiled back, feeling at ease as he continued to punch out, a little clumsily at first, but he soon got himself into a manageable rhythm. And, dare he say it, it was actually fun.

"So, did Derek find out anything else?" Stiles asked, keeping his sole attention on the pads in front of him.

"Not really, he's up in his room brooding over it" Kayla told him, "But I was thinking that, whatever connection the Alpha and I have... we could exploit it, ya know... use it to our advantage but I haven't suggested it to Derek yet, he's just flip out" Kayla said casually, making Stiles' head snap up to meet her eyes.

"Wait so... it definitely is a connection? I mean, I kinda suspected after last night, y'know the whole 'I can't look away from your eyes' thing"

"Yup" She said, popping the 'P', "Derek thinks it's because its a blood relation, ya know the phrase 'blood is thicker than water'? Yeah well, I guess it applies here" She said, trying to sound casual but there was an underlining hint of fear in her voice that Stiles completely understood - hell, he was scared out of his mind, for his friends _and_ himself.

"We'll catch him" Stiles told her, completely seriously, "And we'll do a little ass kicking too" He said with a lopsided grin making Kayla laugh out loud.

"Oh yeah, we can't forget the ass kicking" She agreed, "Now, are we gonna continue or what? You want to take part in the 'ass kicking' then you need to up your game Stilinski" She teased, obviously changing the subject away from the heavy, depressing talk of the Alpha which Stiles appreciated - he wanted to forget about it for just one day and be a normal, regular teenager - well, as normal as _he_ could get.

"Are you saying I hit like a girl?!" Stiles said, trying to sound offended but couldn't help the smirk that graced his lips.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Kayla retorted, eyes glinting.

Stiles just smirked, shaking his head as he clenched his fists, "I'll prove it was supposed to be a compliment" He told her, hoping that he could show her that he wasn't useless, and that he could handle himself if needed - the last thing he needed was his friends worrying over him getting his head ripped off.

"Bring it on Stilinski"

"You've got it Hale"

The next half an hour or so consisted of Kayla showing, and, giving Stiles tips on the perfect way to punch and how, telling him about a person's weak spots - for example, the throat, the diaphragm, the back of the knee and also the upper thigh, yeah who would've thought? But apparently, hitting someone's thigh not only knocks them off balance but, if done right, can jolt their entire body. Stiles thought that Kayla was a hell of a lot more dangerous than she looks.

"Well well Mr Stilinski, I've gotta give it to ya... you're a quick learner" Kayla grinned, unstrapping the pads off her hands and throwing them to the side. Stiles chuckled, pulling away his sweaty T-shirt from his body, fanning himself - it was actually a lot of fun - despite the fact he felt like he was now borderline asthmatic and fearful his whole body would just turn to jelly.

"Glad to hear it" Stiles managed to get out, breathing deeply, as he put his hands on his knee's, "I'm sorry, but how are you not dying right now? Heck, I don't even think you've broken a sweat" Stiles said in amazement, shaking his head.

"I've been doing this for years Stiles" Kayla said in a 'duh' voice, "It's like you playing lacrosse"

"Yeah except I suck at Lacrosse, seriously, I don't think I've even been on the field once" Stiles grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

"Just because the coach hasn't given you a chance doesn't mean you 'suck" She told him, "I've seen you at practice and you're not half bad" She said with a small smirk as Stiles gaped at her. Okay, his heart totally did not just start racing at the compliment - no, no way.

"You've-You've watched me at practice?" Stiles asked in shock as Kayla rolled her eyes, jumping up on the beam with ease, standing up straight, her feet pointed at she balanced expertly.

"Of course I have Stiles - who do you think I went to watch? Jackson?" She asked sarcastically, a hint of teasing in her voice, "But don't let your ego inflate too much, I was watching Scott as well" She told him as Stiles nodded. Yeah, of course she went to watch him _and _Scott - duh, Scott was her friend too. But he still felt a smile gracing his lips - she watched him at practice.

He watched as Kayla did a couple of turns on the beam, her feet never once slipping as she then continued on to do moves Stiles could never dream of - as well as wondering _how the hell _someone's back could bend that much - it was seriously amazing.

He remembered what Kayla had said yesterday, about the whole "ask me again when you're able to move past your feelings for a certain strawberry blonde - if there's one thing I hate it's guys pining over other girls" thing - he really liked Kayla - a lot - like, seriously, the only real girl that he had liked apart from Lydia. So it was safe to say he was beginning to be completely infatuated by her.

But, there was just one problem - Lydia.

He knew he'd never have a chance with her, that and the fact Lydia didn't even acknowledge him, but getting rid of feelings from third fricking grade is a seriously hard thing to do. He already realised he was obsessing over her less, only staring at her for a few seconds when she walked past and not gaping at her for a full five fricking minutes like he used to but, if he admitted it to himself, he was still crushing on her - not as bad as before, but still harbouring feelings for her.

So, it was safe to say he was seriously conflicted. Like, a lot.

Kayla had made it perfectly clear through her wall of sarcasm and teasing that nothing would happen until he at least began to get over Lydia - and Stiles understood that...kind of - who wanted to be with somebody who was crushing over somebody else? Yeah exactly, no one. But, the more he thought about it the more confused he got because he seriously had no idea what to do.

Lydia or Kayla?

Kayla or Lydia?

That was the question - the million dollar question. Yet, he couldn't help flashbacking to the two times he and Kayla had kissed - both had severely shocked him, like he had almost died right then and there when it had happened, but it made him feel things, real things, that he had never felt before. What he could have with Kayla was something real, something like Allison and Scott have - or rather had - hopefully, not ending as quickly though.

Yet, how long would someone like her wait? In reality? She already had guys asking her out on 'dates' - which Stiles was definitely not pleased about, but realised, it was kind of inevitable. Eventually, she would get fed up with waiting and date some random jock, probably Brian the douchebag, they'd fall in love, get married, buy a house, have a couple of kids hell, they'd probably even get a dog - Brian seemed like a dog person - and live happily ever after while Stiles was still waiting around for Lydia, which, by the way, he knew was completely useless.

That sent a pang through his heart. Nope, no, nein, Stiles was definitely not going to let that happen - not this time. He would get over his feelings for Lydia, which he thought was starting to work, and then before Kayla could 'move on' he would grab her in the middle of the hallway, shocking everyone and hopefully her, as he kissed her, proving that he wasn't just a love sick puppy with commitment issues.

Ha - that thought actually made him laugh - he would probably just end up running over to her, tripping over his own feet, most likely bringing her down to, the whole school would erupt in laughter and Kayla would be put off him for the rest of her life.

But, whatever way he was going to do it, he _would _get over Lydia and he _would _get the girl. He promised himself.

"Uh, earth to Stiles, earth to Stiles" Kayla's voice floated over to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. Whoa, guess he really _was_ in thinking mode then.

"Um, yeah sorry... I was just thinking about... stuff" Stiles made up the excuse, shaking his head as he walked over to her as she jumped off the beam.

"Yeah, I never would've guessed what with that vacant look on your face" She laughed, "Well, if you want I could teach you some hand on hand combat and I _promise_ I will be _way _gentler than Derek" She proposed, making Stiles gulp.

"As long as you swear not to make a complete fool of me - because, as Scott said last night, I suck at anything to do with fighting - I'm the type of guy that would sit back watching others getting the shit kicked out of them with a bowl of popcorn" Stiles rambled, feeling his already jittery nerves getting even jitterier at the thought of being physically close to her, especially considering she wasn't exactly wearing a lot of clothes.

"Then we're gonna change that" She said, pulling out a couple of mats made for making landings softer and Stiles raised his eyebrows, "Well, just cause I said I would be gentler than Derek didn't mean you'd be safe, I'm not going to go too easy on you Stilinski" She grinned.

"But-but... urghhh, I'm not even gonna argue with you, because arguing with a Hale is completely pointless" Stiles grumbled as Kayla dragged him over by the hand, using her hands to position his body - yes, position his body like he was a frigging mannequin... not that he minded per se.

"Okay now, let's see..." She hmmm'd, looking away in thought, "Why don't we try out one of my favourites - which I learnt from nightmare on elm street by the way..." And Stiles' head whipped around, staring at Kayla in shock.

"You've seen nightmare on elm street? Those movies are awesome" Stiles gushed, completely in awe - not that he was stereotypical but, generally, in the broad sense, whatever girls he had known over the years, hated gory movies, they preferred the 'lovey dovey' ones that made Stiles shiver, "But-" Stiles continued, "I have to say Friday the thirteenth is better"

"No way" Kayla protested, "Although all the Friday the thirteenth movies _are _completely amazing with all the gore and tense moments... nightmare on elm street is way less unpredictable and far from the normal horror movies" She stated, hands on hips.

"I agree but, c'mon, Jason is the killer from everybody's nightmares" He said in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air.

"Actually, I think you'll find that's Freddy" Kayla smirked as Stiles pointed at her dramatically.

"Don't-don't logic me" He told her, "Jason, is, and always will be, the number one killer - I mean, look at all the drama with his mom"

"Yeah... a seriously over-used plot line if I do say so myself" She retorted, amusement flashing in her green eyes. Stiles just gaped at her.

"At least Friday the thirteenth is a believable plotline - I mean, c'mon - a serial killer who murders people in their dreams-"

"Nightmares"

"-Whatever" Stiles said, "Wouldn't actually happen" He protested, smirking in Kayla's direction.

"Oh, so killing people in their nightmares is completely unreal but people, who one of them happens to be your best friend, can turn into a hairy, yellow-eyed werewolf once a month?" She asked, crossing her arms across over her chest, matching Stiles' smirk.

"I-I don't... I-" He stuttered, "Uh, whatever, are you gonna beat me up or what?" He grumbled, realising he'd been beaten but knowing he would definitely _not_ let this one slide - he would get her round to his way of thinking, he would.

"I'd be happy to" Kayla grinned, her eyebrow cocked as she pounced on him.

Stiles didn't know how long the two of them were going at it - in the training sense, not in the _other _sense - but for about the millionth time he landed on his back, only this time Kayla fell down with him, her hands holding his arms over his head as she straddled his waist.

"You're getting better Stilinski I'll give you that" She praised, a smirk forming over her lips, "But I'm better"

Stiles then managed to hitch his leg up, another move she had taught him, so he could gain control of the situation, grabbing her wrists as he flipped them around so he was now on top, completely oblivious to the compromising situation.

"Yeah... what were you saying?" He said cockily, smirking playfully.

"I take my words back" She grinned, "But I guess you just _love_ to be the dominant one, huh?" She said playfully and Stiles felt a blush, but not just any blush, like a full fledge tomato attack hit his face as he felt himself choking on his own air. Yeah, okay, what a way to go Stiles. He realised he was now the one holding onto her wrists, his body pressed against hers tightly, hell, even their legs were intertwined. Before this situation could get any more awkward though, Stiles heard his cellphone ringing from his jacket pocket and leapt up, racing over and answering it, not even glancing at the called ID.

"Hello? Yes... this is Stiles, you're speaking to Stiles" He rambled, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"Stiles" He heard his dad's voice say sternly and cringed, damn, guess they must've lost track of time, "You were supposed to be home forty five minutes ago, where the hell are you?"

"Uh...sorry dad" He breathed out, trying to catch his breath, "I was just, we were - um, sorry, I lost track of time... I'll leave now" He told him, trying to get his jacket on with only the one arm that was available, most likely looking like a headless chicken.

"Why do you sound out of breath?" His dad asked but, before Stiles could reply, his dad was speaking again, "Oh god... I didn't interrupt anything did I? You didn't just go round there to-"

"OH MY GOD dad, no - just no" Stiles said loudly, cutting off whatever his dad was going to accuse him of, "I'll be home in five minutes" He said before his dad could reply and shut off the phone, letting out a mortified groan.

"I'm not gonna ask" Kayla laughed as he turned around, now off the floor, "But I guess we must bid farewell now" She said until her phone beeped, alerting her to a text.

"Huh... I guess I have a friend emergency" Kaya shrugged, pulling on a pair of sneakers and a zip up black jumper.

"Friend emergency?" Stiles asked, bamboozled.

"Yeah, Allison - she wants me to go round but I don't know if this is an ice-cream sitation or a 'drink-all-the-alcohol-you-can' situation" Kayla thought out loud and Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"There's a difference?"

"Ice cream is for the upset, broken hearted who wants to reminisce and talk about their feelings where as alcohol is for the girl that wants to soothe her wounds and forget... possibly venting about all the ways to kill the one that broke her heart" Kayla explained as Stiles gaped.

"Damn - girls are complicated" He exclaimed and Kayla nodded.

"Some are... anyway, I'll see you around Stilinski" She grinned, giving him a quick wave as he walked up the basement steps.

"You too Hale" He saluted her as he left, and couldn't help the seriously happy smile that crossed his face - damn, was that the best afternoon or what?

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><p>The next day, Friday, Kayla left the house and, because she had no car, opted for walking around Beacon Hills, trying to get a feel for the town. She passed the gas station, the park, the police station, the church, until she came across the graveyard. She stopped walking, taking in a deep breath. Her family should be buried in there - they lived in Beacon Hills and they died in Beacon Hills - it was only right they should be laid to rest here, right?<p>

A part of her didn't want to know - she had never asked, but she decided 'what the hell' and walked in, pulling her jacket closer to her body. She had never minded graveyards, in fact, she found it interesting to walk around them, looking at the dates on the gravestones and such. A weird thing to do? Yes, but that was just who she was. The graveyard was filled with graves, obviously, duh, but there was an alarming amount of child's gravestones? Why? It sent shivers up Kayla's spine. She stayed close to the tree's edge, completely lost in her thoughts, until she heard a quiet sniffle from near by and knew she was probably intruding on someone's personal time. Crap.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I didn't realise there was any-" She cut herself off, seeing the familiar face, "Stiles?"

Stiles looked around, jumping up from his knee's, hurriedly wiping away the tears from his face, "Um, Kayla... what-what're d-doing here?" He asked, his voice deep and scratchy and Kayla cringed. Seriously, crap, crap, crap.

"I was just looking..." She shook her head, "I mean, my family was supposed to be buried here so... yeah" She finished awkwardly, looking around, "Um, is everything... okay?" She asked meekly, before mentally kicking himself - her friend was here crying over a gravestone, of course he isn't okay.

"I-I'm fine" Stiles said, though his voice said the complete opposite, "It's just, after everything that's happened lately I... I realised that, uh... I haven't visited lately" He told her, his voice quiet but Kayla could hear his emotions bubbling to the surface.

"You're mom?" She asked gently, wondering whether or not she was crossing the boundaries. Stiles just gave a small nod, letting out a loud sniff and then rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah" He told her, looking back down at the gravestone, "With everything I just..." He trailed off, looking to be lost in his memories, his eyes watering.

"Maybe I should just go.." Kayla began to excuse herself, she knew that sometimes, being alone was best and not having everyone crowding and analysing everything you do - that would just make it a hundred times worse.

"Stay" His voice was barely recognisable but Kayla heard him, looking around in shock, "Please just... stay" He croaked, finally meeting her eyes, his normal warm and caring caramel brown eyes were now looking so broken and full of pain, tears rolling down his cheeks. Kayla just nodded, wondering why he wanted her of all people there, but didn't protest, just walked forward slowly until she was standing just behind him.

"I miss her everyday" He admitted, his shoulders shaking slightly, "There isn't a d-day gone by I d-don't think of h-her" He hiccupped, wiping at his nose, "I think about all the times she used to take me to the park, or how... on Sundays she used to cook these... amazing, Sunday roasts" Stiles let out a small laugh, "And how she always used to tease my dad over all the wrong answers he got in the crosswords" But that laughter died down as he turned to face her, his face scrunched up, trying to hold back the tears Kayla knew were desperate to fall.

"I know it hurts" She told him, taking a hold of his hands as some form of comfort, "but I know... I know that she would be so proud of you Stiles" She told him sincerely, beginning to feel her own eyes well up with tears, "For being this amazingly strong and caring person and..." She took in a deep breath, trying to take control of her wayward emotions, "And I know she's looking down at you now, watching over you" She told him, feeling his hands clench as he met her eyes, the tears now flowing freely down his cheeks.

"Do you... do you think t-that?" He choked out, bottom lip quivering as Kayla nodded.

"Yes Stiles, and I know how much you miss her, and that will never go away, but... as long as you know that she loves you" Kayla whispered as Stiles let out a choked sob, almost sending Kayla into a fit of tears at him being so vulnerable.

"I just miss her so much" He admitted brokenly, suddenly grabbing Kayla into a tight hug, his hands clawing at her back as he buried his face in her air, letting out choked sobs. Kayla just held him tighter, letting him pull her to the ground as he had his moment to grieve, her arms never leaving him as a lone tear trickled down her cheek.

**A.N) so... what do you think guys? I LOVED writing this chapter, it was like an emotional frigging rollercoaster I'll tell you that! anyway, please, please, please review - it is serious motivators and I need to know what you guys think! Thanks for all the support and if I get enough reviews I will update A.S.A.P. :) x**


	19. Chapter 19 - Me calm down? You calm down

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"Lydia... It's eight O'clock...in the morning... on a Saturday... go home" Kayla groaned, pulling her duvet up over her head, trying to block out the exuberant noises coming from her friend as she raked through the brown boxes that Kayla had still not unpacked.

"Just because it's a Saturday, it does not give you the excuse to lay around in bed all day" Lydia snapped at her, pulling the duvet off the bed and throwing it on the floor, looking at Kayla with a disapproving look etched on her face, "And anyway, you've got a lunch date with Brian at one" And _that _woke Kayla up.

"What?" Kayla exclaimed, "I did not agree to this _date"_

"Actually you did" Lydia grinned, "You told Brian he could have one date and, if I left it up to you, you would never get it arranged so... I took matters into my own hands" And Kayla just gaped at her - she wasn't totally surprised Lydia did that, it _was _Lydia after all, but still...

"Oh my god" Kayla muttered, running her hands through her messy hair, "This is a complete nightmare"

"You're right, I mean... for god's sake Kayla, don't you have any dating clothes at all? You can't go in shorts or these casual tops you just _love so much, _sometimes I don't even know why I'm friends with you" Lydia muttered, shaking her head as she threw Kayla's clothes all over the room.

"Nor do I - so go home" Kayla whined, realising she was acting like a five year old but, honestly, since Wednesday night she had gotten a total of eight hours sleep, she did not need Lydia's so called 'fashion advice' at eight O'clock in the _fricking morning._

"Nope" Lydia grinned, "Because I have brought round my makeup and curling tongs and you are going to sit your cute little butt down in that chair and do as I say" Lydia said bossily, making Kayla roll her eyes, "And I'm also taking you shopping - god knows, if he saw you wearing any of this he may just run a mile"

"Good" Kayla retorted, "And anyway, my clothes aren't that bad"

"If this isn't classified as 'bad' then I have lost all faith in humanity" Lydia said dramatically, holding up a pair of blue shorts, the ends beginning to hem which Kayla had always liked the look of, not everything had to be perfect, "So go take a shower, scrub those teeth clean and let me do the rest, okay?" And Kayla just groaned. There was no winning against Lydia - once she had an idea in her head that was it, it was either go along with it or face her wrath - something Kayla could not be assed with right now.

So, she took a shower, a deliberate long one, hoping against hope Lydia would've got bored and gone home, but apparently, luck was not on her side as, when she emerged in her towel, Lydia was perched on the end of her bed, taking pictures of her perfectly manicured nails.

"There you are, I was beginning to think you'd escaped through the window"

"I wish" Kayla muttered, pulling her hands through her knotty hair, "Lyds... do we have to do this? I mean, I know you mean well and everything but this just... isn't me" Kayla proposed, trying to change Lydia's mind - hopefully.

"Exactly - try not being you, it's actually fun, now sit - we don't have all day"

The next couple of hours were _hell. _And no, Kayla was not exaggerating. Lydia spent an alarming amount of time curling the bottom half of Kayls's hair, giving it a bouncy look and instead of her hair reaching her waist, it sprung around in the middle of her back and Kayla had the urge to just tie it back - god, long hair was bad enough but having it _this _volumised was just plain torture. Lydia then proceeded to splash make-up on her face, though, probably tired of Kayla's whining, settled on a light layer of blush, some mascara and a nice light brown eye shadow.

"See? That wasn't so bad" Lydia said in approval, stepping back and admiring her work, "He won't know what hit him"

"Hopefully my fist" Kayla grumbled under her breath, ignoring Lydia's ever so subtle eye roll, "Now... can we just chill? Maybe watch a movie or something..." Kayla asked hopefully, the last thing she wanted to do was get dragged around the shops with Lydia of all people.

"Nope, no and no, I'm not telling you twice Kayla so don't make me call up the whole of the Lacrosse team to personally come over here and kidnap you" Lydia threatened, pointing the curling tongs in her direction, "We are going shopping and that's final"

And of course - what Lydia wants, Lydia gets.

So, that was how, two hours later Kayla was tottering behind Lydia, arms full of clothes - clothes from mini skirts to dresses to decorated tights to fancy cardigans - Lydia really went the full nine yards.

"Okay Lyds seriously, I think we have enough now" Kayla groaned as Lydia sent a large smile her way.

"Just one more" Lydia chirped, throwing a leather, seriously? Leather?, dress on the pile Kayla was holding and strutting away towards the women's changing area. After trying on a total of twenty nine, yes, twenty nine frigging outfits later, Kayla just wanted to go home and eat a whole tub of choc-chip ice-cream, curled up watching some gory horror film and it had only just turned noon - damn this day was long.

"That is perfect" Lydia grinned, a wide smile plastered on her face as she looked at the flowery top Kayla was wearing, "Not only is it designer, a massive plus by the way, it totally emphasises your figure - right, that's it, were getting that and..." Lydia searched through the massive pile of clothes, "And this" She added, holding up a black skirt - not mini, thank god, but it reached to just above the knee's. Okay, maybe Kayla could work with that. She would only be wearing it for a couple of hours, tops, right?

"Fine, Lydia, fine" Kayla relented, pulling across the curtain as she changed into the outfit, "But just so you know, pay back's a bitch - bitch" Kayla grinned as Lydia just let out a sound of annoyance. Yes, Kayla would get her own back because, going on dates with jocks definitely did not make her list of the top 100 things to do before she died.

By half past one Kayla wanted to gauge her own eyes out.

By two she had the sudden, or not so sudden, urge to punch Brian in the face.

By two thirty she was seriously contemplating faking an injury just to get out of there.

By three, Kayla was 50000000% done she even went as far as trying to name all the chemical reactions off the top of her head, _that's _how bad it was - and it took a hell of a lot to make Kayla do chemistry willingly - Mr Harris would be _so _proud.

Okay, so Brian wasn't _too_ bad - he still had that air of arrogance around him, like most teenage guys, and those annoyingly perfect facial features that most girls would just die for but... it just wasn't doing anything for her. At all. Yeah, he was nice enough and maybe had an alright humour about him, as well as driving a seriously expensive car that Kayla was sure even her mom couldn't afford, but it just wasn't enough.

He wasn't quirky or sarcastic, he didn't have the right sense of humour or drive a less conspicuous car. He just tried too hard and was so cliché it was borderline annoying and seriously off putting to say the least.

"Well I had a really good time but, something tells me... you didn't?" Brian asked as they pulled up into her driveway, the expensive car tackling the slight hill with ease.

"It was alright" Kayla shrugged, a neutral look plastered on her face, "I just... don't like you" She said bluntly, unbuckling her seat belt.

"Wow - straight to the point, huh?" Brian asked with a roll of his eyes, his fingers tapping against the car steering wheel.

"It's not that you're bad or anything, I'm sure you could have any girl you wanted just... not me" Kayla told him sincerely, "Anyway, thanks for the meal, the ridiculously, super expensive meal that would've got any normal person in debt, but I really have to go" She said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and opening the car door, pulling herself out.

"Just one more question Kayla" Brian said as Kayla leaned down, looking in through the open window, "Is the reason you were so reluctant to go out with me because there's another guy?" He asked, staring right at her.

Ha - now that _was _the question, wasn't it?

In the broad sense - no, there wasn't, she wasn't secretly dating another guy or having a quickie in the janitors closet.

But in the smaller, more complicated sense? Maybe. That was something Kayla hadn't figured out yet or even planned. She was playing it by ear, seeing where things went and then, well, she would take it as it came.

"I don't know" She answered truthfully, "I honestly have no clue" Kayla chuckled with a shake of her head, walking away from the car with a fond smile on her face, leaving Brian watching after her, a look of puzzlement etched on his face. As soon as Kayla got in the house she kicked off her shoes, ran up the stairs and closed herself off in her bedroom, turning her music on just in case Derek decided to listen in.

She had a plan, it had been mulling in her head since Wednesday, and finally decided, what the hell, she may as well do it - the full moon was approaching rather rapidly and if they didn't catch the Alpha soon, all hell would break loose.

She scrolled through her contacts, finally getting to the 'S' and hit the 'call' button before she could change her mind.

"Uh, hey Kayla" Stiles voice greeted her, "What's up?" He sounded, unsure almost, as if he was slightly embarrassed about yesterday at the graveyard but Kayla wouldn't hold that against him - he broke down, he grieved, he let his emotions out - it happens, it was nothing to be ashamed about.

"Okay, I'm gonna get straight to the point here" Kayla told him, completely seriously, "I completely understand if you wanna say no, hell, I'm starting to think this is a bad idea, but... how do you feel about helping me connect with the Alpha?" She asked, her voice lowering slightly as she muttered the last words, praying to god Derek wouldn't hear.

"Okay... _what?" _He exclaimed, "What do you mean? What are you _thinking_? Are you sure you're feeling okay?" He rattled off questions and Kayla could hear him breathing heavily. She resisted an eye roll, knowing she would only be doing it to herself.

"Yes Stiles" She told him, "Look can you just... come over? And I'll explain?" She asked, biting her lip, waiting for an answer.

"Why-why me?" He finally managed to ask, "I'm sure Derek could-"

"Derek would freak-out if I told him, I can't tell my mom because she just... wouldn't understand, I can't confide in Lydia and Allison, Scott would probably be put in mortal danger and... and I trust you" She muttered the last words, hating how vulnerable they made her feel - she was always so independent - well, that and the fact she couldn't exactly tell him he was her 'anchor' or whatever, pressure much? - "But if you don't want to-"

"I'm probably an idiot for saying this but... fine, okay, sure... just, gimme ten minutes to get organised"

"Thanks Stiles" She grinned, feeling elated over the fact he actually agreed to do something potentially dangerous to help her, "Just let yourself in when you come over" And then she shut off her cell phone, grabbing her jacket and throwing it on, prepared to run down the stairs and meet Stiles but stopped and changed her mind. Better safe than sorry, right? So she carefully opened her desk drawer, punching in the security code, and opening a metal container and pulling out a dried out Wolfs bane root.

Yes, definitely better safe than sorry.

Stiles wasn't actually ten minutes like he told Kayla he would be, he made it to her house in under six minutes because, let's face it, your friend/possible crush tells you she wants to do some freaky ass crap with the Alpha, then you're definitely going to drop everything and get the hell over there, most likely stopping her before she could do anything stupid - which was rich, coming from him.

"Okay, I'm here, and I'm begging you, from the bottom of my ever caring and growing heart to not..." He trailed off, his words stumbling to a close as he trailed into the house, his eyes falling on Kayla. Okay... whoa, seriously... whoa. He blinked a couple of times, giving his head a small shake.

"What?" Kayla asked, striding over to him, eyebrows raised.

"Uh... nothing, you j-just uh... you look..." Stiles gulped, trying to snap out of his staring.

Kayla rolled her eyes, "Yes well, that's Lydia for ya... all about the 'fashion' or whatever" Kayla grumbled, making Stiles peer at her in astonishment. Since when would Kayla allow Lydia of all people dress her up? Aw crap...Stiles knew why and he felt his stomach drop.

"Date?" He guessed, his voice a few octaves higher than normal - he didn't know why he was over-reacting, it was a completely normal thing to do, date he meant, people went on dates all the time, well - except him, so of course Kayla would. Duh.

"Yup" She said, slinging her rucksack over one shoulder and Stiles leaned forward in anticipation, getting ready for the immense rejection he was about to get.

"And, uh... how did it go?" He asked carefully, praying she would just say 'Brian' was a complete asshat and she left halfway through the so-called 'date'. Yeah, that definitely wasn't jealously it was just... curiosity. Yeah, he was just curious was all.

"Well, he drives a ridiculously expensive car, pays for a meal that could be exchanged for a frigging house and flashes his money about more than a stripper - I would say he was over-compensating wouldn't you?" She grinned and Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Oh thank god" He murmured, running a hand over his hair but stopping when he met Kayla's amused, if slightly affronted, stare, "I mean, that's just... terrible, just so completely heart-crushing" He made up, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah... sure" Kayla drawled out, "Anyway, are we gonna do the thing we were gonna do or do you wanna hang around here discussing my non-existent love life?" She asked sarcastically, raising her eyebrows.

"Uh sure, let's go - though it would be handy if you could actually tell me what this 'top secret' mission is?" He asked her as he trailed out after her, hopping in the front of his jeep as Kayla took the passenger seat.

"I'll tell you when we get there - don't want to put you off _too_ much" Kayla replied cryptically making Stiles groan.

"That bad?"

"That bad" She confirmed with a chuckle, "But don't worry, it won't kill you... hopefully" She added as Stiles stared at her with wide eyes.

"That comforts me so much" He replied sarcastically, "I mean, really, way to calm my nerves"

"Oh just drive Stilinski" Kayla laughed, turning her head to look out the window with a grin on her face, "If anything happens, I'll protect you" She added with a grin and Stiles didn't doubt that for one second.

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><p>"You're <em>what?" <em>Stiles exclaimed loudly, staring at Kayla like she was nuts - which she probably was if he were to be honest with himself, "You're gonna...? With the thing...? And why...?" Stiles trailed off, shaking his head in exasperation - they were standing in the middle of the woods - privacy, Kayla had said - as Stiles stood there in shock.

"I'm gonna mend the mind connection and use the wolfs bane so the Alpha doesn't take full control of me again so that, maybe, hopefully, we can figure out who this maniac is" Kayla told him again, calmly, looking more bored than scared.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, look at all the things that could go wrong - you could be back under the Alpha's control again and try to kill, oh yeah, _me, _considering I'm the only one within a five mile radius" He exclaimed, but his heart was beating fast with worry. This was a super stupid idea, like... it would reach the top of the 'stupid stupidest' list.

"That's what the wolfs bane is for" Kayla replied, holding up the dried up wolfs bane,"Y'know... extra control or whatever"

"This is a really, _really, really _bad idea" Stiles protested, knowing it would no good at all - Kayla was stubborn, he wasn't going to put her off an idea, hell, Stiles didn't think anyone could if he were to be quite frank.

"Worse than breaking into the school at night and calling the Alpha in person?" Kayla retorted, folding her arms across her chest.

"We-We had a plan" Stiles protested feebly, trying to show Kayla around to his way of thinking.

"Yeah, and that plan worked out so well" Kayla said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, "I mean, really, it's not like we didn't all nearly die or anything"

"Minor details" Stiles exclaimed, "At least we're further forward than we were - I count that as being a success"

"Well if that's your definition of 'success' then my plan will definitely win a gold medal" Kayla retorted, cocking an eyebrow.

"Ughhh, you're so frustrating" Stiles said loudly, running a hand down his face in exasperation.

"Of course I am - I'm a Hale, I thought you knew that by now" Kayla rolled her eyes, "So, are we doing it or what?"

"Yes" Stiles groaned, "But I don't know why you took me here - if things go south, which I would bet my money on by the way, then wouldn't it be more beneficial to take Scott or Derek, Y'know... strength in super werewolf abilities and all that?" He asked, coming to stand beside her. He saw nervousness pass through her eyes for a few seconds before it was gone and Stiles was sure he was just seeing things.

"Uh... no, no... it's more complicated than that" She replied, avoiding his gaze, making Stiles raise his eyebrows.

"What's complicated about surviving - I think it's a pretty straight forward process actually" Stiles retorted making Kayla glare at him.

"Seriously? You want to get into this... _now?" _She exclaimed, looking ready to begin blowing steam out of her ears.

"Yes, because I'm not helping until you tell me why you need me here... and how _I_ can actually help you" Stiles told her, matching her stance of folding his arms across his chest to show he was not going to back down. Sometimes, she was as bad as Derek with all her crypticness and mysteriousness. Not that he minded, it gave her depth, but he needed to know certain things if he was going to be able to help. And not die at the same time. Not dying was good.

Kayla blew out an aggravated breath, biting the inside of her cheek, fists clenching at her sides.

"Because... because I don't need someone to 'protect me'" She admitted, shaking her head, "I need someone that can pull me back" She told him, finally meeting his eyes, "Happy now? Yes Stilinski, whatever it is about your severely annoying yet endearing personality and wittiness it is actually helpful - don't let your ego inflate too much" She warned, sucking in a deep breath and closing her eyes, "Now do you think you can manage to keep quiet just this once, I need to concentrate" She snapped, sounding angry yet slightly embarrassed as Stiles just gaped at her.

Yes he could be silent... Because he couldn't actually get any air into his frigging lungs.

Okay... what? His body was still with shock but his mind was whirling a million miles an hour. What?

"Uh... s-sure" He managed to mumble, scratching the back of his neck and staring at the ground. He still tried to get his head around it all - like, who in their right mind would see him as a valuable asset or whatever?

Holy crap.

"Wait... like an anchor?" He spluttered out, gulping slightly as Kayla peeled her eyes open, sending him a glare worse than any of Derek's', her green eyes looking so intimidating and dangerous Stiles resisted taking a step back. Thank god she couldn't bite - his head would be off by now.

"Okay, yeah... Stiles is gonna shut up now... shutting up now..." He said, giving an awkward smile as Kayla continued to glower at him, unimpressed, before taking in another deep breath, like she was resisting killing him, which she probably was, and closing her eyes, going back to 'focusing' or 'channelling energy' or some crap like that.

What the hell was he supposed to do? He had no idea what Kayla's feelings were as she hid them well, really well actually, where as he was like an open book. He shook his head - just because he was her 'anchor' or whatever didn't mean she, like... loved him or whatever, it just proved they were good friends. But Stiles couldn't help but think, what if...?

An hour later they were still standing there, in the same position, and Stiles hadn't moved or even breathed a word - he was actually quite impressed with himself, though put it down to complete and utter terror that his friend would go all 'psycho' on him. His legs were beginning to ache and he felt the sudden urge to tap his feet but resisted - he loved living, just loved it, and didn't want it all to end in the middle of a frigging woods.

Suddenly, Kayla's hand shot out and latched onto his, gripping it so hard his skin turned white.

"Kayla"? He asked carefully, taking a step forward to get a better look at her, "What's happening?"

She didn't reply, however, just continued to stand there, still as statue, eyes closed, breathing laboured.

"Okay, fun's over Kayla, snap out of it" Stiles said, heart racing - they were in the middle of no where and if something happened... Stiles shuddered to think about that. Yet still she remained, hand tightening around his as if tethering herself to reality, and Stiles took his cell phone out his pocket. They were way out of their depth here, way out, drowning, and Stiles admitted that they needed help.

Just as he was about to call Scott and tell him to get his ass out here, Kayla collapsed, causing Stiles to hastily drop his phone to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" He exclaimed, holding her up as Kayla's eyes opened, blinking around in confusion.

"Are you okay? You don't seem okay! What happened? Is everything alright?" He rambled as he helped her stand up but, instead of looking faint or pale like he expected, she actually looked... annoyed? Huh?

"Dammit" She cursed, "I was this-close" She raved, holding her two fingers close together, "All I got was that stupid, annoying, infuriating, cryptic scent of lavender again! Like, what the hell? Lavender? What's that got to do with anything - did the plant send him into too much of a deep sleep? Stain his coat? Holy frigging god"

"Okay, just... calm down" He advised.

"Calm down? You calm down" She exclaimed, anger radiating from every pore in her body.

"I'm calm - at least, I would be calm if you calmed down" He retorted, making Kayla glare at him.

"You calm down so I can calm down not me calm down so you can calm down" Kayla said, making Stiles' head spin painfully.

"Okay, okay - why don't we both calm down okay?" Stiles said loudly, waving his arms about wildly. Kayla took a breath before nodding, looking less like a wild lion every second.

"See? That's good now... everyone's calm" Stiles said gingerly, "Now what the hell are you talking about? What happened?"

"Nothing" Was her aggravated response, "Nothing except darkness and frigging lavender - that's it"

"What do you think it means?" He asked, rushing to keep up with her long, determined strides towards his jeep.

"If I knew that don't you think I would've told you?" She snapped, before sending him a guilty look, "Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to snap - you didn't deserve that" She apologised as they both walked together, a little slower and a lot less calmly.

They talked in the jeep easily, the conversation flowing between the two, although Stiles was still extremely nervous about the whole... thing, relationship, anchor-whatever-thing, but thought this was probably not the best time to bring it up. Or never. He was fine with never.

"Thanks for all your help Stiles, and I'm sorry for dragging you into this - again - I owe you a seriously big favour" Kayla said as she pulled herself from the jeep, turning around to speak to him.

"Hey, what are friends for?" He grinned, "Though I wouldn't mind a really good back massage, I mean, what with all the running-from-our-deaths and the whole Lacrosse thing, I think my back may be breaking" He said cheekily, watching happily as amusement flared up in Kayla's eyes.

"Oh really?" She smirked playfully, "Well, I'll have to take a rain check for that" She grinned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "But seriously, you've been a big help - I don't know what we'd all do without you"

Stiles blushed but waved her off, not liking how embarrassed he was getting.

"Honestly it's nothing" He said and silence fell between the two of them before Kayla cleared her throat, "Anyway... I guess I'll see ya Monday"

"Yup, Monday, at school, or at hell, whatever you wanna call it"

"Bye Stiles" She waved, talking a few steps away from him, looking absolutely exhausted, and, before he knew what he was doing, he had called out her name once again.

"Yes?" She questioned, looking at him curiously.

Stile's felt his nerves take a hold of him again, causing the words to die in his throat and for sweat to build up on his forehead. Yeah, way to go Stiles, you actually get enough confidence to say whatever the hell it was he was feeling, and then it all just disappeared from his mind like a light bulb going out.

"Uh, yeah... nothing, sorry" Stiles stumbled, watching as Kayla sent him a disappointed look though it was covered up by giving him a quick thumbs up and walking back to her house.

So, it was safe to say, Stiles was completely and utterly bamboozled to the point where he couldn't even concentrate on the road ahead of him, let alone figuring out whatever 'deep feelings' was beginning to bubble up in his chest.

**A.N) Phew, another long chapter! ha! anyway I hope y'all liked this and I would so very much appreciate your thoughts on this, like, pretty please? it motivates me so much and helps me rattle out these chapters like hot buns - next chapter is episode eight which I am SO excited for... like, really really excited! haha! :) peace out and please leave a review you lovely people, thanks! :)**


	20. Chapter 20 - The full moon's curse

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"Stiles, shut up - you're drunk" Scott stated as he drove Stiles' jeep out of the reserve, seeming how his friend was completely wasted and currently hanging upside down off the passenger seat, mumbling about god knows what.

"I-I'm not 'drunk' Scottie... I'm tipsy, I'm level headed, I'm... I'm seeing things clearly" He ranted, slurring his words together, though Scott was barely paying attention as his thoughts drifted off to Allison and their 'taking a break' situation. Honestly, that was all he could think about and with the full moon coming, tomorrow, he didn't know how he was going to handle it without Allison.

"Dude... where's my phone, I need my phone" Stiles slurred, almost kicking Scott in the head as he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position.

"I don't know Stiles because it's your phone" Scott replied tiredly, ignoring his best friends ramblings.

"Ah... found it, I found it Scottie" Stiles said, yanking it out his pocket and blinking at the bright screen. No matter how mad, or tired, or annoyed, or heartbroken Scott was, he knew that, whatever Stiles was planning to do it wasn't good, and knowing he had to stop his drunk friend.

"Stiles, forget your phone and go to sleep before you do-"

"Shhh Scott, I'm on the phone" Stiles shushed him, wagging his finger in Scott's face as he held his phone to his ear, upside down of course.

"Stiles don't-" Scott tried to protest, shaking his head but obviously drunk Stiles was either deaf or completely hard-headed, because he just shook his head and leaned away from Scott trying to grab the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey wassup?!" Stiles drunk voice echoed loudly throughout the car and Scott cringed at what was unravelling - he perked up his super werewolf hearing and listened in, prepared to smack Stiles round the head if things got too out of hand.

"Uh... hey to you too Stiles" Kayla replied and Scott could hear amusement in her voice - oh dear god! Scott held back a groan - if Stiles was going to do what Scott thought he was going to do then he knew his friend would definitely regret it in the morning, when he was _actually_ level headed - instead of just thinking he was - and sober.

"Kaaaaaaayla helloooooo" Stiles slurred his words together as a dopey grin formed on his face, "I was just calling you because-" Stiles suddenly laughed drunkenly, "I dunno why but I just wanted to hear your voice"

Scott wanted to take the phone away but at the same time he didn't - hell, if Stiles actually had enough confidence when drunk to explain all his deep, inner feelings then he was just doing his friend a favour right? It was about time Stiles stopped obsessing over Lydia and moved onto bigger, better and realer things.

"Thanks Stiles" Kayla laughed, "But I think, actually, I know, you're drunk and before you can say something really embarrassing that you'll probably regret later on, I'm gonna hang up" Kayla said as Scott smirked.

"Nooooo, don't hang up, I was just... I was just giving you a compliment, girl's love compliments right?" Stiles asked, his head leaning on the passenger side window as Scott shook his own head in exasperation.

"Sometimes, I guess, but Stiles-" Stiles cut off Kayla again, his words so slurred Scott had to really strain his ears to make him out.

"You-you have a really nice voice, even when you're like, biting my head off... you look so, I dunno like... cutely fierce and the fact that you can kick my ass is actually kinda a turn on" Stiles admitted, letting out a long, drunken sigh and resolving into a fit of giggles. Giggles? Really? Scott shook his head again for the millionth time, letting out a loud snort. Well, at least one of them was on the right track to a successful relationship.

"Ya know... I was thinking about stuff and, uh, what happened in the woods-" And Scott's head snapped up, what in god's name was Stiles talking about? "-and I realised... like, an epiphany occurred to me, that...I like you" Stiles admitted, his whole demeanour screaming 'DRUNK'. Scott rolled his eyes as he turned a corner on the road - well, that was one way to tell a girl you liked them.

"And I like you too Stiles - I'm pretty sure that's the basis to any friendship" Kayla chirped back but Scott watched as Stiles shook his head quickly.

"No, I mean... I _like_ you _like_ you, like seriously _likely likely _you" Stiles slurred as Scott held back a groan - yeah, real smooth Stiles, Scott thought, how many times to you have to say 'like' anyway?

"O-OOOkay then, that's nice to know" Kayla replied and Scott could practically hear the smile in her voice, "But don't you _likely likely _Lydia too?"

"Yeah" Stiles admitted and Scott decided now would be a great time to grab Stiles' phone before all hell broke loose, "Maybe... not as much as before..." Stiles trailed off, looking like he was about to fall asleep until he jolted up in his seat when Scott tried to steal the phone.

"No, Scott, what're you doing, I-" Stiles protested weakly but, what with all his drunkenness and Scott's super werewolf abilities, he really was no match as Scott shut off the phone, pressing the red button to end the call.

"I-I was having a convos- convoser-... no, con-ver-sa-tion" Stiles pronounced loudly, eyes unfocused.

"Sounded like a pretty one sided conversation if you ask me" Scott grumbled, throwing Stiles' phone in the back seat, "And anyway, you'll thank me tomorrow, think of it as a favour" Scott said as Stiles just 'hmmm'd' in agreement before his whole body sagged forward and he fell between his knee's letting out loud groans.

Scott refocused back on the road - he was scared for tomorrow, he didn't like what the full moon made him become and just hoped that Stiles would have his back like he always did - right now, he needed his best friend more than ever.

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><p>Kayla's whole body itched with annoyance the next day. It was Monday morning, the first day back at school after the whole Alpha incident Wednesday night, but that wasn't why she felt so mad, though having to go to school may have contributed to it slightly, but it was because it was the day of the full moon. Joy. She didn't know the whole ins and outs of her biological structure because it wasn't like she could just ask a doctor, but she knew enough to know the full moon was <em>bad. <em>Like, really bad.

It was worse than PMSing. Way worse. Because the cells in her body were basically split between werewolf and human, the full moon messed her up. She knew the whole day she would either be completely moody, mad or extra teary - maybe all at once if she was _oh so_ lucky.

Letting out a loud, annoyed huff, Kayla slammed off her alarm clock a little harder than normal with her fist, splintering the red plastic.

Aw, come on.

"For the love of god" Kayla seethed, pulling out the cable and throwing the, now, broken alarm clock across the room, so it hit the wall with a loud 'thud', most likely leaving a dent. Yeah, this day was off to a _great _start. Her mom and Derek knew that it was best to leave her alone, and she was thankful for that. If she came across any humans before she at least had her usual dose of coffee, then she may actually go on a killing spree.

Six cups of coffee and copious amounts of sugar later, Kayla stormed up to the school. Damn that Alpha and his stupid, annoying, frigging villain complex, leaving her without a damn car. If she ever got her hands on him she would tear him about, limb from limb, and roast his little werewolf ass over a fire. Yeah, safe to say she was definitely _not _in a good mood. A few people turned to look at her, whispering quietly under their breaths, but Kayla shot them a glare so fierce it soon sent them backtracking.

Her cousin was either a murder suspect or a victim - of course people would talk, but Kayla was in such a rage, if she heard one comment, hell even one word about Derek, she may just start throwing punches. She avoided her friends at all cost, especially Stiles, before she said some things she would surely regret. But now she had a test, a test she couldn't skip, and knew she would have to face them eventually.

Her hands clenched around the strap of her bag as she walked into the class that was set out with individual tables and chairs. Okay, breathe, she could do this - it was only one lesson, she just had to concentrate and try to not rip anyone's head off - easy right? She took a seat behind Stiles, avoiding eye contact, because she was fearful that just the smallest thing would send her over the edge.

"Uh... hey" His uncertain voice greeted her and Kayla bit her cheek in an effort to not scream at him. She wasn't mad at him and he hadn't done anything wrong but every little thing just got under her skin. She attempted a tight smile, pulling a pen from her bag but, as her frustration reached sky levels when she heard Mr Harris' snide voice, the pen snapped in half in her hand, making a few students stare at her warily.

"Oh right, the uh... full moon right? Crap, uh, yeah..." Stiles said with wide eyes as Kayla glared at him, trying to stop herself but, oh my god she was just so _mad. _She threw the broken remains of her pen on the floor, grabbing another one from her bag, wishing everyone's mutterings would just stop.

"Well, I'm gonna shut up now before you decide killing me in the middle of class would be a good idea... yeah, okay..." Stiles stumbled over his words as he turned around in his seat facing away from her and Kayla let out a loud breath. That was one problem gone. The kid in the seat next to her, a petite black haired girl would not stop staring at her though and Kayla's blood boiled.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped loudly, hands curling around the edge of her desk, "Cause I swear to god if you don't stop I'm gonna take this pen and shove it so far up your-"

"Miss Hale" Mr Harris' stern voice interrupted her mid rant, "I suggest you stop before I send you to the principle's office"

Kayla took a deep breath - okay don't make a scene, just concentrate on happy things like unicorns and candy canes or attractive male celebrities, but she still felt her jaw clenching in an effort not to scream the whole place down.

"Not my fault your whole family is completely insane" The dark headed girl muttered snobbily under her breath, rolling her eyes. Kayla recognised her from the 'trouble-making' group of the school, the ones that always got in trouble and was this-close to getting suspended.

"And it won't be my fault when my fist connects with your face" Kayla seethed, seeing red. A lot of people were staring at her, especially Allison and Stiles, but Kayla pointedly ignored them before she got into a fight with them too.

The snobbish girl let out an unimpressed snort, flicking her hair over her shoulder, "You talk a big game Hale but you're just gonna go the same way as the rest of your family"

"Miss Reynolds, take yourself down to the principle's office - NOW" Harris said firmly, his face morphed into anger though Kayla was a hell of a lot angrier. She could handle insults at herself, but to her family? Her dead family? That was not on. Her body was quaking in anger and she had the sudden urge to smash 'Miss Reynolds's' face in with a desk. As the girl, who Kayla now officially wanted to rip open, stood up, Kayla stood up too, sending her chair flying backwards as Stiles let out a desperate noise, telling her to 'stop' but she completely ignored him.

She grabbed the girl's elbow, yanking her around to face her and then, faster than a cobra, Kayla's fist connected with her face, sending her flying sideways and falling onto Stiles' desk. Stiles let out a yelp as everyone stared at her, eyes wide.

"Miss HALE" Harris demanded, beginning to stride forward but the girl, Reynolds of whatever the hell she was called, stood up, holding her bleeding lip and tried to take a shot at Kayla but Kayla, being angry and having quick reflexes, ducked, knowing it was wrong to do this but at the same time wanting to beat the living daylights out of this girl - her family was dead and she was mocking them? Insulting them? No way was she getting away with that.

Reynolds took a desperate lunge at her, looking maniac, but a tall boy with dirty blonde curly hair, grabbed a hold of her, pulling her backwards as the whole class stood up to get a better look at what was happening. Kayla growled, getting prepared to kick out angrily but Stiles grabbed her around the waist, pulling her backwards just like the curly blonde haired boy did to Reynolds.

"Kayla, calm down, it's okay, it's okay" Stiles muttered to her as she tried to struggle out of his grip, wanting to give that girl a taste of her own medicine, hell, she deserved it.

"Right, THAT IS IT" Harris hollered, standing in between the two girls, looking furious "The two of you are going to the principle's office right now and are going to resit this test during one of your lunchtimes" Harris said loudly, as Kayla just rolled her eyes, breathing so heavily she couldn't even hear herself think.

"Get off me" Kayla snapped, finally escaping Stiles' iron wrought grasp, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs as she did so, straightening out her blue blouse and slinging her bag over her shoulder. She saw Stiles hold his hands up in surrender and take a step back, quite wisely Kayla thought, the damn full moon was a curse and she didn't want to bite his head off too.

"Both of you, NOW" Harris snapped, pointing to the door as Kayla plastered a neutral look on her face as she shoved her way past the group of students that had built up, roughly pushing everyone out of her way and striding from the room angrily. Damn, this day had just started off great.

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><p>"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know... desire?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott expectantly.<p>

"What do you mean desire?"

"Like sexual desire?" Stiles replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Sexual desire?"

Stiles resisted an eye roll, "Yes sexual desire, lust, passion, arousal" Stiles said as they stood in the middle of the corridor.

"From which one?" Scott asked, looking down the corridor and seeing both Kayla and Lydia talking, though it looked to be of a more one sided conversation considering Lydia's mouth was moving a hundred miles a minute and Kayla was just standing there, gripping her books to her chest tightly, and staring at Lydia blankly. Scott frowned - was that how bad it was going to get with him? When Kayla got into that fight during the test he felt how livid she was, hell, it was coming off her in waves and even made Scott feel angry. He didn't want to turn into that tonight, he couldn't.

"What? No... I mean, no-one, neither, just... in the broad sense can you determine sexual desire?" Stiles replied, fumbling slightly as Scott just stared at him knowingly. Honestly, Stiles was easier to read than a book.

"From which one Stiles?" Scott asked again with a tired sigh - if he was going to do this then Stiles needed to be straight with him.

"Fine, both of them" Stiles admitted, making Scott raise his eyebrows, "Look, in case you haven't been paying attention for the past two weeks, I'm kind of in a pickle" Stiles exclaimed, "I'm trying to get over a girl I've been obsessing about since third freaking grade so that maybe I can actually get some Stiles-loving that doesn't come in the form of a dream" He said loudly, before looking around nervously and lowering his voice, "Okay? So, if I know for sure which way they like me then maybe I can move on - you want me to move on don't you Scott? Do you really want to be stuck with me when we're forty and I'm some loser virgin sleeping on your couch? No, didn't think so, so please just... ask them both if they like me, see if their heartbeat rises or pheromones come shooting out of their head or something?" Stiles rambled, placing his hands on his hips and looking at Scott expectantly.

"Fine" Scott relented, causing Stiles to look at him in shock, "Think of this as another favour you owe me"

"Favour? What favour? I don't owe you any favours" Stiles exclaimed, looking slightly panicky.

"Though, after that embarrassing phone call last night, you don't need me to sort out your love life, drunk you already did that" Scott told a gaping Stiles as he dragged his feet away in the opposite direction, towards the two girls.

"Wait, what? I didn't..." Scott could practically hear the wheels turning in Stiles' head and waited for the inevitable to happen, "Holy god almighty" Stiles exclaimed and Scott could hear him muttering profanities under his breath as he walked away, obviously remembering the memory as clear as day.

"Hey, um, girls" Scott greeted, somewhat unenthusiastically. Lydia sent him a polite look where as Kayla's jaw just clenched - Scott didn't take it personally, he knew how it felt to be completely not yourself, in fact, he was beginning to feel that way too.

"Scott" Lydia sent him a small smile, "What can I help you with?"

"Well, Stiles and I were just going to Lacrosse practice" Scott said, glancing between the two when he said Stiles' name. Lydia didn't do anything, there were no blips in her heart beat or, as Stiles put it, "Pheromones shooting out of her head', but Kayla's heart rate increased ever so slightly as she glanced over Scott's shoulder and saw Stiles standing there, still a look of mortification plastered on his face.

"That's nice but I really have to go now" Kayla excused herself, turning around on her heel and striding away.

"I don't know what her deal is but she has been snarky all day" Lydia said, her voice filled with disapproval.

"Actually, Lydia... can I speak to you for a moment?" Scott did as Stiles asked - he found out the girl's feelings, now he had to do something for himself.

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><p>When Kayla got home from school her mom wasn't in, thank god, she knew to stay well away, and as a bonus, Derek wasn't there too - probably because it was the full moon tonight. Good. She had the whole of the house to herself. Thank god.<p>

She took a quick shower, trying to settle the continuous vibrating in her skin that told her the full moon was getting closer and closer, but it wasn't working. Through the beating of the water on her skin, she still felt incredibly mad and unsettled. She changed into a pair of shorts and vest top, pacing the length of her room in anxiety.

She had been dealing with the full moons by herself since she was twelve - it was just easier instead of people crowding around her, trying to offer help, when, in retrospect, they weren't actually helping they were just hindering.

Her leg was bouncing up and down nervously - she still had a few hours left until the burning pain started, not that that helped any. She was all alone, stuck with her heightened emotions and a TV to keep her company.

Dylan used to offer her words of support and, in return, she used to do all that she could to help him. Although he had been two years older they got on well, having the usual brother-sister spats but were willing to die for each other. She remembered his last words to her, the "_I guess you can keep my Xbox now Kez" _She didn't know why he called her that, but he had for as long as she could remember.

She felt tears building up in her eyes. That was another thing about the full moon - it made her incredibly emotional, something Kayla loathed. She was only young when the rest of her family died in the fire but was old enough to understand that they weren't coming back and feeling the pain that their absences left behind. Then, just as her family was getting back to normal, those god awful hunters had to tear her dad and brother away from her.

Kayla let out a muffled sob, holding a hand to her mouth. She had to be strong, to try and not let her emotions get in the way, but occasionally, she got fed up with being strong, she just wanted to crawl up in a ball and cry, to let everything out. Kayla pulled herself up on the bed, hugging a cushion to her chest and burying her head into it, blocking out the last remains of light streaming in through the window.

She just wanted her family back. Her brother and her dad. The rest of her family like her aunt and her cousins, she wanted to be able to pluck up the courage and go and visit uncle Peter, try and comfort him in any way she could. She just wanted a normal family but that was never going to happen. A few tears streamed down her face and Kayla let them. No one was here, she didn't have to be strong anymore, she didn't have to be strong for anyone. This was the time she had to herself so she let herself cry.

When the moon began to peak through the clouds, shining in through the window Kayla cringed as she felt the burning pain return again. It started off more annoying than painful, like pins and needles but with flames, but steadily increasing. Her muscles were burning painfully, like when you run too much but times that pain by a hundred. Everything just hurt as the cells in her body fought each other, going at it like cat and dog, the werewolf ones trying to turn her body but the human ones resisting, remaining completely unchanged.

Oh god, it just hurt so much - it didn't matter she had been dealing with it for years, the pain got worse and worse each time she could've sworn, and it didn't get easier to deal with. In fact, it just got harder though she always reassured people that everything was fine when, in fact, it was the opposite. Her whole body jolted as a spasm of pain ran up her spine and Kayla bit her lip to stop from screaming. Everything just got from bad to worse.

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><p>To say Stiles had had a shitty day would be a serious understatement. Not only did his best friend turn into a murderous werewolf with serial killer eyes, but he had to break up a fight during a test, worry about his dad going out on a full moon and getting torn apart, and sift through his feelings which, was a lot harder than he thought. He was rolling around in his jeep, just after getting the relieving news that his dad was okay, and was trying to look for Scott. He didn't want his friend to kill anyone because Scott would feel incredibly guilty for the rest of his life and so would Stiles - Scott was his responsibility, he had vowed to look after him on the full moon but he had escaped and that was down to Stiles.<p>

His phone beeped, alerting him to a text, but it came from an unusual number. Curiously, Stiles opened it, eyes glancing over the words.

_Stiles - Scott is fine, I'm just dropping him off at his house and he didn't hurt anyone. Everything is fine. Derek._

Wow... it was actually a civilised text, no scathing words or death threats. Stiles blew out a breath though - thank god. Relief spread through his veins - he was still mad at his friend but he would get over that, for now Scott was fine and that was all that mattered. His fingers were tapping against the steering wheel as he drove home. He remembered Scott telling him how it was Lydia that initiated the kiss, not him, and felt hurt by it. But not the kind of hurt like he expected. More like the kind of hurt if it was your ex girlfriend, well, he assumed anyway, he didn't have any ex's, and that kind of shocked him.

What did that mean?

Did it mean he was, slowly, getting over Lydia? He hoped so - he would always respect her and admire Lydia but he didn't want his whole life to be revolved around a girl that only learnt his name a couple of weeks ago. He wanted to find someone that _knew _him and _understood _him, he wanted something like Scott and Allison had.

As he was about to turn off onto his street he stopped, looking between the junction. He probably should go check on Kayla, just to see if she was okay. He remembered when he first met her she told him that full moons for her were really crappy and after the serious killer mood she was in today, Stiles believed her. She probably wouldn't want to see him but, what the hell, that's what friends do right? Check up on each other?

So he pulled into her driveway, noticing all the cars gone. Okay, so no one was home - no Derek, no Jody, that was good, then he wouldn't have to do some serious explaining about why he was showing up to her house at one in the morning. He slipped out of the jeep, walked over to the door and his hand shot out to find the spare key hidden under the mat where Kayla had told him it was. He thanked her for that now because he wouldn't have to climb in through her bedroom window like some kind of creep.

"Uh... Kayla?" He called out to the dark house, walking in and closing the door - hmmm, maybe he should get a key made like he did with Scott, you never know when there's going to be an emergency, "Are you... here? Look, I know you probably don't wanna see anyone but, I was... in the uh, area, duh, and just wanted to see if you were okay" He said, as he walked up the stairs, turning the corners to get to Kayla's bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, he opened her bedroom door, letting it swing open, praying to god she wasn't getting changed or anything.

"Stiles?" He recognised her weak voice call out, "Wh-What's the matter?" She asked and Stiles walked in, trying to see in the darkened room. He made it over to her bed without tripping, secretly clapping himself on the back, and perched at the end of her bed.

"Nothing's the matter I just... I uh, wanted to see if you were okay" He clarified as she turned over on her back to look at him.

"But-But what about Scott? Is he okay? He didn't hurt anyone did he?" She rattled off questions, her voice sounding a lot weaker than normal and Stiles cringed - oh god, this whole situation screamed 'bad'.

"Scott's fine, well, as fine as anyone could be with Derek" He chuckled nervously, "I think Derek's staying with him for now" He added as she nodded, letting out a wince that Stiles pretended not to hear.

"H-How'd it go, with... Scott... tonight?" She asked and Stiles cringed.

"A part from being an even bigger douche than Brian... okay I think, though next time I'm going to have to invest in something stronger than handcuffs" Stiles said light-heartedly as Kayla gave him a smile, a very small smile, but a smile none the less.

"How are you though? I mean... I remember you said about your body fighting itself or something?" Stiles asked, watching in worry as Kayla let out a barely audible pained noise, but Stiles still heard it.

"I-I'm fine" Kayla stated and Stiles resisted a scoff - if she was fine then he was Hitler.

"Why do you do that?" He asked her, completely bamboozled.

"Do what?"

"Act like you're fine when you're clearly not?" He asked, worry building up in his chest as he noticed she was shaking. Kayla gave him a look, a look which clearly stated 'don't go there' but Stiles watched as she scrunched up her face in pain, arm winding around her torso as she cringed. Stiles felt completely useless - he wanted to help but he honest to god had no idea how.

"Oh god, do you need a drink? Aspirin? Doctor?" Stiles rambled, pushing his body closer so he was sitting directly opposite her. His hand shot out to touch her forehead and was alarmed at the heat radiating from her skin.

"Oh my god... you're burning up" He stated, beginning to get himself in a frenzy, "Should I call someone?"

Kayla cringed again and Stiles could see her putting that mask back on, "N-No... thanks" She stuttered, eyes fluttering shut as her breathing got laboured and Stiles could see her whole body shaking. Kayla let out a muffled sob into the pillow, lying on her side, back to Stiles, as her body spasmed slightly and she curled herself up in a ball.

Stiles bit his lip, pushing away the awkwardness he felt and lay down on the bed next to her, going through all the ways he could help. He obviously couldn't call a doctor, she didn't want Derek or her mom, and he couldn't exactly turn the moon off so how exactly could he help? His mind flashed back to when they were in the woods a couple of days ago, Kayla's words surprising him.

"_Yes Stilinski, whatever it is about your severely annoying yet endearing personality and wittiness it is actually helpful"_

He turned on his side, his hand slowly reaching forward as it grazed past her waist and slid down her arm until he could grip at her hand. They hadn't talked about it yet but, whatever they had, whatever feelings they shared, had helped Kayla in the past so he just hoped it would now. It didn't take long for Kayla to squeeze his hand back, her other arm holding his arm closer to her chest, almost like a lifeline.

Stiles settled himself down, moving closer so Kayla's back was pressed against his chest, his head resting on the pillow, her hair tickling his cheek ever so slightly. He could still feel her shaking a little, so he just tightened his grip on her, showing her than he was there for her and was not going anywhere. He didn't know where this burst of confidence came from but if it helped her, even in the slightest, then he would stay here all night if he had to.

Kayla slowly turned around so she was lying on her back and Stiles could see her red and slightly puffy eyes and his heart clenched painfully.

"T-Thanks" She murmured, before her hands gripped his T-shirt tightly as she buried her face in his chest, crying ever so softly, no doubt at the pain she was in. Stiles was shocked for a moment, marvelling in the fact of how good and fulfilling it felt to help someone, before his arm came around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his chin resting atop her head, gently stroking her long hair that cascaded down her back.

"It's no problem" He murmured back softly, as he, ever so gently, placed a featherlike kiss on her hair and continued to hold her through the full moon's curse.

**A.N) holy crap that was long! ha! anyway...not long now - yay - anyways all you lovely readers out there, could you possibly leave a review and let me know what you thought of this chapter? I would really appreciate it so much because they're so motivating! anyways, thanks for reading and I'll see you next chapter! :)**


	21. Chapter 21 - Finally

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Stiles was still in the same position that he was in over four hours ago - a miracle right? He was usually the fidgety and 'non-stop' kind of guy but, for whatever reason, he felt... content. Yeah, it shocked him too. Kayla was still curled into his chest, her hands now gripping the collar of his shirt that was thrown over his T-Shirt, her breathing that had been quick and laboured now slow and content as it tickled the crook of Stiles neck.

Now the moon was fading away, the sun beginning to peak in through the window and that was when Stiles finally felt Kayla's whole body relax - no more shakes, spasms, or jolts, just him and her, lying still on the bed. His arm was still looped around her waist - at first it felt a little imposing and awkward, but now it just lay there comfortably, his hand resting on her back.

"I-I think it's over" Kayla said quietly, sounding relieved and slightly embarrassed at the same time.

"You sure?" Stiles whispered back, not even realising he was holding her even closer.

"Yes... thank god" She sighed, voice still slightly shaky as her hand grazed over his shoulder and around his neck, pulling the top half of his body firmly against hers.

"Oh, we're hugging, we're doing the hugging thing" Stiles mumbled against a faceful of her wild hair as both her arms looped around his neck tightly.

"I just... I dunno how else to thank you - I mean, you've helped us all so much" She told him, finally pulling away and looking up at him from where she lay against the pillows. Stiles blushed at the compliment, about to pull away to give her some room but her hands were still clasping his T-shirt tightly.

"Heh, my inner batman finally comes through" He chuckled, now not entirely sure where to put his hands now she was acting sane and completely coherent.

"You would make a good batman" She mumbled, biting her lip as she looked down at her hands that was holding his T-shirt, "If I, uh, if I do something now, something that I've been dying to do... you're not gonna run away again are you?" She asked him quietly, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Stiles felt his heart skip a beat before it rapidly increased like he was running a marathon. He couldn't find the right words to reply, his brain beginning to get clogged up, as he rapidly shook his head back and forth, eyes beginning to widen.

Kayla let a small smile grace her lips, her hand sliding over his shoulder to the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Stiles' eyes fluttered shut, anticipation filling every nerve in his body. He could practically feel her lips already, already grazing his... that was until the door was pushed wide open. Stiles yelped, whatever calm he had felt now gone, leaving his whole body practically buzzing with energy. He jumped about a foot in the air, getting as far away from Kayla and their compromising situation as he could, leaning back against the headboard.

"Hey Derek" Kayla said, completely calm, though Stiles could see her give a roll of her eyes as she sat up. Derek stood there, as dangerous and intimidating as ever with those chiselled cheekbones and leather jacket, glaring at Stiles so fiercely he thought Derek may actually rip his head off.

"What's going on?" He muttered darkly, taking a few steps into the room, folding his arms across his chest. Stiles was lost for words - hell yeah it probably looked bad from Derek's perspective but it was an innocent situation, _innocent, INNOCENT, _Stiles kept repeating in his head over and over as he gaped.

"Wow, sorry _mom, _I didn't realise I had to tell you every time I had a friend over" Kayla replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest and staring right back into Derek's glaring eyes. Stiles gulped noisily - never mind bloody 'Hales-United', the way things were going Stiles was sure it was going to end in a 'Hale-bloodbath', and he would probably be the dead one.

"You're heart was beating-"

"Well, I should hope so, there would be a problem if it wasn't" Kayla chuckled, sending Stiles a look which clearly stated, 'you want to keep all your limbs? Then leave. Now'

"-Really. Fast" Derek added through clenched teeth after Kayla's interruption, "I thought something was wrong"

"Nope, nothing wrong... at least until you walked in" Kayla smiled sickly sweet, "I can tell living with you is going to be a walk in the park"

"Likewise" Derek snapped back, jaw clenching as he tilted his head sideways, giving Stiles a death threat through those cool and calculated green eyes.

"Uh... yeah, I'm gonna... go and get ready for um, uh... ah... school, yes, school... can't forget about...school" Stiles said nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he stood up, almost tripping over the duvet that had landed on the floor. He gave Kayla a quick two fingered wave, keeping his head down as he stumbled past Derek but, obviously, the older werewolf wasn't going to let him go that easily. Of course Stiles' luck would be _that bad._

Derek grabbed Stiles by the back of his shirt collar, yanking him around to face him and Stiles let out a quiet 'oh dear god' because Derek, he didn't care what anyone said, or what Kayla said about him being a 'big softie inside', was frigging _scary_. All Derek did was give him this super creepy, serial killer smile, eyes glinting dangerously as Stiles saw his K-nines come in.

"Heh... O-Okay, wow... uh..." Stiles stumbled over his own words, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Derek, let him go" Kayla laughed, "Before you make his heart give way" And, by some miracle, Derek did, probably because he could, in fact, hear how hard Stiles' heart was racing.

"Good, yeah, okay... I'll see you around" Stiles tried to say as calmly as he could, picking up the shattered remains of his dignity as he tried to walk out with his head held high - Derek wasn't going to intimidate him, he wasn't going to intimidate him, he wasn't-

Stiles train of thought was interrupted as he managed to trip over his own feet as he walked over the threshold, fumbling about for a moment to get a grip on his bearings. He could hear Kayla laughing and Derek letting out a long sigh before he was off, running down the stairs faster than he'd ever run before because, by god, that whole situation just screamed '_awkward'._

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><p>Okay, so, the first time didn't go so good - Kayla admitted as she walked down the corridor at lunch time, looking for Stiles before she had to re-take the test that she was thrown from. She had tried to kiss him, again, but Derek, the ever imposing Derek, just <em>had <em>to walk in at that _exact_ time, didn't he? Kayla cursed his stupid werewolf hearing. If things continued to go on like that then she may be tempted to just hand him into the police, hell, maybe even hand deliver him to Sheriff Stilinski with a bow on top if she was feeling particularly cruel.

He was getting over Lydia, that much was obvious, but Kayla was not a patient person. And, for the past few weeks, she had tried to tone down her bluntness and straight-forwardness but, to be quite frank, it was annoying her. She enjoyed telling things how they were and was going to confront Stiles, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

Okay, strike one for her. He was standing by his locker, fumbling about with his books as he tried to cram them into the confined place, his tongue sticking out of his mouth just a little as he concentrated. She strode up to him, slamming his locker shut making him let out a small shriek as his eyes fell on her.

"K-Kayla... hey" He mumbled, breathing ragged, "I-I was looking for you earlier, but uh... couldn't find you" He smiled, finally looking like he was beginning to calm down.

"Well, I'm here now, but talk quick" She warned, "I've gotta run and re-take that test, then after school I've got about a three hour long detention with Harris" She told him, watching as his eyes went wide, struggling for words.

"I, uh... I just wanted to say that, uh... that, last night was... nice?" He said as Kayla raised her eyebrows - yeah it was... apart from the ever-lasting burning pain running through her body but Kayla understood what he meant perfectly. Stiles' eyes went wide as he shook his head dramatically, "I mean, not nice, it wasn't nice for you because of the pain and everything but I, personally, thought it was and, uh... I liked it" He rambled, nodding his head along as he spoke, making such dramatic hand gestures that Kayla was surprised he hadn't accidentally hit her yet.

Kayla smirked - she just loved to listen to him ramble sometimes, it was one of the most adorablest things ever - even cuter than small puppies, and that was a hard thing to achieve.

"Well, good, I'm glad because, what I'm going to say would have been really awkward if you hadn't" She smiled, leaning one shoulder against the lockers. Stiles' eyebrows about shot into his hairline as he looked at her, wide-eyed.

"Okay, I'm gonna be blunt here because, let's face it, that's who I am" She started off saying, "I _likely likely _you" She repeated the same phrase he had told her over the phone, drunk, and watched in amusement as a daunting look spread across his face at those words, "And, I didn't want to date Brian because I-" She was cut off, again, however, by Lydia's shrill and demanding voice.

"Kayla" She stated, hips swinging as she strode over to them, Allison not far behind her, "I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?" She demanded, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"Around" Kayla answered vaguely, "Getting prepared for this test"

"Oh yeah, the one you have to re-take?" Lydia asked as Kayla nodded, "Well, quite right, you can't just go around getting into fights, especially with that group of people, I mean-" She lowered her voice, "Think about your social status"

"Lydia" Kayla smiled, leaning forward, "I don't give a rat's ass about my social status but, for you, I will attempt to keep my head down" Kayla said with a roll of her eyes - she liked Lydia, she really did, but sometimes she could be so infuriating Kayla just wanted to shake her and tell her to 'get in the real world'. Well, that and the fact her and Stiles were interrupted, _again... _bad luck much?

"Thank you" Lydia sang, a pleasing smile on her face.

"Well, good luck Kayla, it was pretty, uh... hard" Allison tried to say with a smile but Kaya could see how really down in the dumps she actually was after breaking off things with Scott - which was a shame, even if Kayla hated all things 'girly-girl', she would be an idiot if she didn't admit how cute those two were. The day after it happened Kayla had gone round with an extra large tub of mint chocolate ice-cream and the two girls had ate it without a second thought - though, Kayla was glad to say, she hadn't run into any of the Argents - Allison was under house arrest so Kayla had climbed in through her bedroom window.

"Thanks, I'll need it" Kayla said before turning back around to face Stiles, who looked slightly out of place, "Uh... I guess I'll just speak to you later?" She asked as he nodded jittery, "Yeah, yeah... later is fine, later is good... everything... later" Stiles said, his fingers tapping against his leg nervously.

"Good" Kayla smirked, taking her leave from her friends but Lydia calling out her name made her stop and turn around.

"At least divulge this 'top secret' information about your ex, I mean, at least if he was good or not?" Lydia asked with a knowing smirk, ignoring Allison's ever-so-subtle nudge and Stiles' wide eyed stare. Huh - why not have a little fun?

"You tell me, he was a twin" She smirked and had the satisfaction of watching Lydia's eyes widen in appreciation.

"Oh, you mean like a two for one deal?" Lydia asked, wiggling her eyebrows slightly as Allison shook her head in embarrassment and Stiles' head whipped back and forth between the two of them, a slight darkening to his cheeks.

"Yes Lydia, a two for one deal" She replied sarcastically, readjusting her bag on her shoulder, "No, of course it wasn't... the other was gay" She smirked, watching as disappointment spread across Lydia's face. Really? She wanted her to have a threesome? Well... Kayla didn't know what type of reaction to have.

"Shame" Lydia sighed, puckering her lips as Allison just continued to look at Lydia in shock and Stiles was gaping, one hand on the lockers as his head was whipping back and forth continually between her and Lydia like a frigging tennis match.

"I'll see you in history" Kayla said, excusing herself before Lydia could ask anymore questions about her ex - who wasn't even an ex really just... a distraction from life that Kayla had seriously regretted ever since. But now she had bigger things to worry about... Like a stupid test, surviving through detention with Harris and 'miss Reynolds' and finding a spare moment in all that chaos to get Stiles alone without all the rude interruptions. Easy, right?

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><p>No, no, no... It definitely was <em>not <em>easy!

Not because she had a hard time telling him the way things were - just purely because everything seemed to be getting in their way.

After school she had bunked off detention for five minutes, waiting by his jeep but, of course, luck was forever on her side as she only realised, ten minutes later, it was Lacrosse practice.

That night, after she got home, she was going to go round to the Stilinski household, where they could actually talk freely, maybe make out a little, depending, whatever, but Satan must have cursed her because, just as she was about to leave, Derek called her into his room, asking, or rather, demanding her help in trying to link together all the strange deaths.

Then, just to top it off like icing on a cake, Harris had pulled her out of all her classes the next day, including lunchtime, to make her and 'Miss Reynolds' gut out all the storage cabinets around the school. Who would've thought he had that kind of authority? Yeah, not her but, apparently, it was cleared by the principle so, naturally, Kayla just had to abide by the rules, especially if she didn't want to get thrown out.

Only now, she had finally managed to see Stiles properly after two whole frigging days and guess what? They were in the middle of a frigging car chase with a frigging Argent on their frigging tail as her frigging cousin tried to run away from the frigging cops without them seeing his frigging face. Frigging hell.

"Scott, I don't think you're grasping the idea of a car chase" Stiles said as he looked around nervously at the ever impending headlights.

"Yeah, you drive like a frigging old grandma with arthritis, put the pedal down" Kayla demanded as Scott looked in the rear view mirror.

"If I go any faster I'm gonna kill us" Scott replied, frustration leaking into his voice.

"If you don't go any faster _they're _gonna kill us" Stiles replied loudly, spinning around in his seat.

"For the love of god Scott" Kayla muttered under her breath until he, finally, sped up a little.

"I'm gonna kill Derek when I see him, I swear to god I'm gonna kill him" Kayla shook her head as it came on through the police radio that 'the suspect was on foot and heading into the ironworks'

"So, do we go and meet him there or what?" Scott asked, head snapping back and forth so fast it made Kayla dizzy.

"Yes Scott, what do you think we're gonna do... drive off into the sunset?" She replied sarcastically as they whizzed towards where the iron works was, still going too slow for Kayla's liking but it was better than before at least.

They pulled up into the iron works, Stiles throwing the door open and telling Derek to 'get in' as he was currently getting shot at. Kayla yanked Stiles back by the back of his coat collar as Derek jumped in, Stiles falling backwards clumsily. Turns out Derek was a lot more useful that Kayla thought because he had tracked down the Alpha, only to get chased away by the cops, and reveal to them that Laura - a pang of hurt pierced Kayla's heart but she pushed it away - had found out that Harris was somehow involved in all this... whatever the hell 'all this' was. And, just to make things interesting... Allison's necklace, that Kate had given her, was also important.

Could things get any more complicated?

Apparently so because Derek admitted that he couldn't go back and stay at her house anymore because the cops would be all over that place. Especially after him getting potentially sighted.

"Hey, I'm not complaining" Kayla admitted as Derek glared at her through the rear view mirror and Stiles snorted, "But where are you gonna go?" She asked, a hint of worry layered in her voice.

"Somewhere... anywhere... I don't know" Derek snapped, looking stressed out as he glared out the passenger side window. Kayla's eyes flitted over to Scott in desperation - well Derek _was_ trying to help him after all. When he saw the look she was giving him he almost ran them off the road.

"What? No, no... I can't put him up, my mom would completely freak" Scott exclaimed as Kayla sighed before her eyes fell on Stiles.

"No" Stiles shouted loudly, making everyone in the car cringe, "No, no, no... have you seemed to forgotten how badly he wants to rip my throat out?" He exclaimed, trying to go for a hushed whisper in her direction but it ended up to be pretty darn loud, "And anyway... my dad is the Sheriff! Hello, that's not a good combination"

"Then who else? It's not like Derek has a lot of friends" Kayla said back, ignoring the raised eyebrow look her cousin gave her.

No one spoke. Maybe they were all too nervous to, but Derek, finally, let out an aggravated breath.

"Just drop me off at my house - it should be safe for one night" He gave a roll of his eyes, "But tomorrow I'll be at one of your houses and I'm not going to take no for an answer" And Kayla smirked - guess she knew where she got her 'straight forwardness from' then.

They dropped Derek off at his house, driving his car back to a particularly thick dense area of woodland and covered it up with branches and leaves - well it would do for now, they couldn't work miracles. As the three of them walked out of the woods, talking easily between them, Scott had to eventually take a different route because his house was in the opposite direction so it was just Kayla and Stiles left.

"So, uh...I haven't see you in a while" Stiles stated when he was sure Scott was out of werewolf hearing shot, "You're not, uh...avoiding me are you?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Kayla laughed openly, "No, definitely not, actually, I'm the one that's been trying to track you down for the past two days but from Harris to Derek I haven't really gotten a chance to escape" And she heard Stiles let out a relived breath.

"Good... I mean, that's great" He grinned as they walked through the last of the tree's.

"So..." She trailed off, stuffing her hands in her jean pockets as she looked at Stiles from the side.

"So..." He matched what she had said, biting his bottom lip nervously.

"Okay, ya know what, I'm just gonna say it" She said abruptly, grabbing his arm and hauling him to a stop - it was just them now, no possible interruptions and that was as good of a chance as they would ever get, "I like you" She stated bluntly, "Okay? I mean, I think you're completely cute and fun and really nice and so easy to talk with, which a lot of people find hard with me because I get too snarky and sassy, but you just get me, ya know? And, on top of that, I am actually really sexually attracted to you" She added shamelessly, now on a roll, all the good things about Stiles just rolling off her tongue before, knowing their luck, the apocalypse would come and they would never get to speak again, "And you're different, in a good way, I mean, look at Jackson - he's a complete asshole but people treat him like he's royalty and you're... you, and you being yourself is great because you're a nice, sweet guy that actually cares about people and-" She was rambling, a lot, that happened when she was trying to get her point across before people tried to stop her, but Stiles stopped her mid rant, but not in the way she expected.

His lips crashed onto hers, making the words die in the back of her throat as his arm came around her waist, the other threading through her hair. Kayla was still for a moment in shock, shock that Stiles actually initiated the first move and slight shock that he had cut her off mid-rant, especially after all the nice things she was saying about him, but soon her eyes fluttered shut. Fireworks didn't explode or the whole 'a meteor could've hit and she didn't notice' stereotype didn't apply because, let's face it, if a meteor did in face hit the earth right now she would be running for her life, not standing in the middle of the woods, kissing one of her friends. But, it did amaze her and make her mind go blank for a few seconds.

She wasn't cliché or a really romantic kind of person but damn... it felt so right. The way his hands were pulling her closer to him, the way his fingers felt in her hair, and most of all, the way his lips felt. Honestly, it all just felt so damn good. Kayla let out a small moan, her hands sliding around the back of his neck as she kissed him back, their lips moulding together perfectly. She took a few steps backwards until her back crashed into a tree, keeping the two of them in place.

"Um..." Stiles muttered against her lips, pulling back a little, looking flustered, "I didn't mean to... um... move too fast" He apologised, about to pull away but Kayla's hands kept him in place. Oh no, she was not about to let him bail out again like the first time they kissed.

"Don't apologise" She told him, hands running through the hair on the back of his neck, "Just kiss me" She murmured, meeting his warm caramel gaze.

"Well... I can do that too" Stiles said with a jittery nod as Kayla smiled, one hand running up his arm as she leaned forwards, capturing his lips that, this time, responded eagerly and confidently as he pressed her back against the tree.

**A.N) Well... well... well... finally, huh? ha! Anyways, please please please leave your thoughts below, I would really appreciate any feedback on this chapter, like I'm dying to know what you thought! ha! And, I left a breadcrumb in this chapter and wondering of anyone will pick it up if you get my hint - A.K.A, something to do with Kayla's past! anyway, please review and until the next chapter... peace out! :)**


	22. Chapter 22 - Booyah Scottie

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"Oh wow... wow, wow, wow" Stiles murmured, his mind completely in a daze as Kayla's lips moved from his mouth, down to his jawline and skimming down his neck, finally resting on his pulse point. Was this actually real? Stiles wasn't sure, but, if it was... holy frigging god - Stiles refrained from making his eyes roll into the back of his head. One of his hands had made it down to rest on her hip, where as his other one was resting against the trunk of the tree, keeping himself upright because, darn, whatever the hell she was doing with her tongue was incredibly distracting.

"I hope I meet the expectations of your dreams" Kayla chuckled, her arms circling his neck as she pulled him forward, not giving him a chance to answer before her lips met his again. Okay, yes, she definitely did. His dreams were great, hell, they were amazing and when he said 'amazing' he meant _amazing, _but this, what they were doing now, made his dreams pale in comparison.

"Hmmmm" Stiles agreed against her lips, pressing his body closer to hers until he was sure they were both going to disappear into the tree, never to return, and Stiles was fine with that, hell, he was sure nothing could burst his bubble now. Kayla's hands untangled themselves from his neck, sliding down his chest, fingernails grazing through the thin T-Shirt, sending a shiver through Stiles' skin. Oh dear god. Her fingers then managed to loop themselves in the belt buckle loops of his pants, their hips meeting as she pulled him even further forward but, hey, Stiles wasn't complaining.

That was, until her phone started ringing.

Stiles groaned in slight annoyance, his hand winding around her back and sliding into her back pocket, pulling out the phone blindly, hitting the 'end' button and dropping it to the ground. He felt Kayla smile against his lips and couldn't help but smile back. Yeah, he didn't exactly want to stop what they were doing - now he knew why Scott was so happy when he was dating Allison.

Kayla's phone started ringing again, more shrilly than before, making Stiles let out another loud groan. Really? Couldn't they, or whoever it was, see they were busy? Honestly, some people.

"Ignore it" Kayla whispered before meeting his lips again and Stiles nodded, gladly accepting that decision.

But the third time it started ringing? Boy, did Stiles just want to smash it up even more than it already was.

"Urghhh" Kayla groaned, pulling away as she leaned back against the tree, breathing heavily, as was Stiles. Wow, making out both literally and figuratively took his breath away.

"It's my mom" Kayla admitted, giving a small shake of her head.

"Y-You better answer it before she sends out a search party" Stiles replied, not wanting to admit to her how much of an effect she actually had on him. Kayla bent down, picking up the phone and hitting the green button with a roll of her eyes as she stood back against the tree, her free hand still holding his belt buckle loops tightly.

"Hey mom... what's up?" Kayla asked and Stiles could hear how much she was trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. Stiles watched in interest, studying her facial features, as her eyebrows raised, a small smile flitted across her face until she was full blown smiling.

"Really? They're here?" She asked, making Stiles frown - huh? What was she talking about.

"Me? Uh..." Amusement flared up in Kayla's eyes as she bit her lip, her hand sliding down and grazing his thigh playfully, making Stiles let out a small, unexpected yelp, "Just hanging with Stiles" She finished, sending him a playful yet flirty look.

"Sure - I'll be there in a bit" She answered before hanging up the phone, her face lit up with happiness.

"What's going on?"

"My aunt and cousin are here - ya know, my mom's younger sister and her daughter?" Kayla asked, deep green eyes looking so excited and care-free Stiles couldn't help but smile. He remembered when he had first met her she had told him of her aunt and cousin and how much she enjoys their visits.

"So, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to love ya and leave ya" She grinned, jumping into his arms and crashing her lips to his, again, but Stiles was definitely not complaining. He moaned lightly, hands sliding up her back, bringing her top up with it.

"Easy there tiger" Kayla grinned, pulling back, "My cousin is only five, let's keep this PG"

"But your cousin isn't here" He argued back, smirking as Kayla let out a sound of agreement.

"One point to you Stilinski, unfortunately, I win this round because they're baking cakes, chocolate cakes, and the way to my heart is through chocolate so..." She trailed off, grabbing Stiles' hand and pulling him along with her as she walked.

"Nice to know where your priorities lie" He smirked playfully, allowing his fingers to thread through hers as she raised his eyebrows at him.

"Too cliché?" He questioned, knowing she wasn't the typical girl but Kayla just shook her head, a small smile crossing her face.

"Uh, a little, but it's kinda nice" She admitted, before looking away and continuing walking and Stiles let out a small fist bump. Yes, see? He wasn't completely oblivious and ignorant to other people's feelings - one point to him.

"I'll race ya" Kayla grinned, grabbing his other hand as she walked backwards, a playful smirk plastered across her face.

"And you'll probably win" Stiles replied making Kayla laugh.

"There's only one way to find out" A wicked smile crossed her face as she leaned forwards, hands on the collar of his shirt as she kissed him again, his mind going blank. He responded eagerly, only to meet... nothing? His eyes opened in confusion as he saw Kayla sprinting off through the last of the tree's, her gleeful laughing echoing throughout the still night air.

"That's-that's cheating" Stiles shouted, trying to sound affronted but couldn't help the smirk that flitted across his face.

"Oh, bite me Stilinski" He heard her shout back playfully as he began running, trying to keep up with her super fast pace. But, in afterthought, he realised he wasn't totally opposed to that idea after all, which only made him run all the more faster.

"I swear to god you must have an engine hidden inside you somewhere" Stiles gasped, hands resting on his knees as he finally made it to the front of her porch, only to find her leaning against her house, arms crossed, breathing completely fine, unlike Stiles who wished he had Scott's inhaler right about now.

"Nope" She grinned, walking over to him, amusement shining in her eyes. Stiles was about to say something, anything, but the front door opened hastily, revealing a small blonde haired girl, an apron - which was far too large for her - wrapped around her small frame, her face split into a large grin.

"Kayla" The little girl screamed loudly, running and throwing herself into Kayla's embrace, her thin arms hugging her neck tightly.

"Awwww hey little miss" Kayla replied, spinning the little girl around in her arms before throwing her up in the air and catching her again effortlessly, holding her up in her arms, as Stiles watched on, perplexed, "I missed you"

"I missed you too" The little girl replied, her small hands playing with Kayla's long hair as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world - which Stiles had to admit, it kind of was, "Mummy said we were going to surprise you" And the little girl, who Stiles had no idea what she was called, grinned toothily, two of her front teeth missing making her look even more adorable.

"Well you certainly did" Kayla smiled back, ruffling the girl's hair until the blonde looked to the side and finally noticed Stiles.

"Mummy said you were playing with a friend with a funny name...is this your prince?" She asked, looking Stiles up and down making him look around uncomfortably. How was it possible a five year old could make him feel like he was getting scrutinised? Definitely must run in the family then.

Kayla laughed openly, "Tabby, how many times, real prince's don't exist, they're just made up by Disney films and are completely fake but, yes... this is Stiles, my, uh... 'friend'" She smirked, biting her bottom lip to stop from laughing.

"Is he your boyfriend?" This Tabby girl sang, staring at Stiles in something between fascination and endearment, her blue eyes wide. Stiles almost choked, resulting in him spluttering right there on the front porch. A five year old girl, who probably knew nothing about relationships, actually managed to bring up a valid point that Stiles hadn't even addressed yet, making him blush.

After that intense and severely hot lip locking session in the woods, why didn't he ask Kayla if they were an 'item?'

Crap. He totally made a bust up of that huh?

"Uh... I don't know Tabby, why don't you ask him" Kayla smirked, as the girl wiggled out of Kayla's arm, tottering across the porch and standing in front of Stiles, hands on her hips as she stared up at him, making Stiles raise his eyebrows. Damn, that girl did not act her age at all.

"Are you her boyfriend?" She asked, Tabby's mouth pouting as she stared up at him and Stiles' eyes went wide.

"Maybe... I mean, if she, uh - you" He said, eyes glancing over to meet Kayla's, "-want me to be?" He asked, heart beating wildly, slightly afraid at the possible rejection. She wouldn't turn him down right? Not after everything she said? Surely not. The little girl, Tabby her name was, spun on her heel and gave Kayla the same look that she had given Stiles just a moment before.

"Do you want him to be your boyfriend?" Tabby chirped out and Stiles watched as Kayla smirked, ruffling the little girl's hair, "You're a right little matchmaker aren't you?" She grinned in adoration at her younger cousin, pretending to think it over.

"I don't know" Kayla continued, her eyes glistening with amusement, "What do you think Tabs?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes" Tabby screamed so loudly, making Stiles look down at her in shock - how could something so small produce so much noise? It was a miracle but scared him slightly at the same time, "He can be Prince Flynn and you can be Rapunzel" And Stiles and Kayla just frowned at each other - what the heck?

"Tabby, for the last time, Disney remade the films wrong, the actual fairy tales were about murder and-" Kayla started to explain but Tabby stuck her tongue out in a childish way, a small, evil grin forming on her face and Stiles gulped. Damn, little kids were mischievous, he wondered if he was like that - ha, he didn't need to 'wonder' because he knew he was a right little terror.

"MOM" She screamed, "AUNT JODY - KAYLA HAS A BOYFRIEND" Her high voice echoing off of, well, everything, "KAYLA HAS A BOYFRIEND" She continued to scream as her gangly legs ran back into the house, blonde hair flying behind her and Stiles choked, staring at Kayla in shock. Oh god, was that a bad thing? Or a good thing? Kayla met his gaze evenly, a small smile on her face.

"Honestly, children" She sighed, "You can love them but at times you just wanna strangle them" She grinned and Stiles let out a relieved breath.

"Yes, I know... well I don't know but, y'know... whatever" Stiles stumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, I better go entertain that little squirt... I'll see ya tomorrow Stilinski" Kayla smiled as Stiles gave her a quick, two fingered wave, warmth filling his veins. Kayla had just, willingly, said she'd go out with him? Holy crap... okay, now he knew he definitely was _not_ dreaming, dreams could not possibly feel this real. He was about to turn around and start to walk away, hopefully not falling on his ass like last time, but Kayla calling out his name made him turn around, a lot quicker than what was considered 'cool'.

"I've been meaning to ask you, It's been bugging me for weeks..." Kayla said, crossing her arms as she leant back against the door and Stiles gulped - aw god, what?, "What's your real name?" She enquired, curiosity glistening in her eyes.

"No" Stiles immediately protested, shaking his head back and forth - he had just got the girl, there was no way in hell he was going to make her run for the hills by telling her... _that_. Stiles it was and Stiles it was always going to be.

"Your name is 'no'?" Kayla smirked, "Well, that's not as bad as I thought" She teased, raising her eyebrows.

"No, no I mean... that's for me to know and for you to never, ever, ever, _ever _find out" Stiles said, emphasising the words, his voice firm.

"Aw come on, it can't be that bad" Kayla protested, chuckling to herself.

"Yes, yes it can" Stiles said with a shake of his head, "It's so bad it will probably give you nightmares for the rest of your life, so I'm afraid my lips are sealed, forever, for all eternity, the only way you could possibly learn it is from my death certificate but I don't plan to drop dead anytime soon, so... there" Stiles rambled, finishing with an affirmative nod, sucking in a deep breath, only to hear Kayla in hysterics.

"Oh my god..." She laughed, hand on her side, "There's no need to over react"

"I always over react, that's who I am, but in this case, there is a need to over react, because, especially you of all people, are _not ever_ gonna know my name - nope, no, nein, not gonna happen" Stiles protested, shaking his head quickly, "No" He added for emphasis.

"Y'know... I could always just look at, oh I don't know, your birth certificate" She smirked and Stiles' heart dropped. Crap.

"Then I'm going home right now to burn it" He stated, "Burn it with fire... yeah, that's what I'm gonna do"

"Hey, whatever helps you sleep at night" Kayla shrugged, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes, "But, rest assured, I will find out Stilinski" She added, cocking an eyebrow.

"In your dreams Miss Marple" Stiles grinned back, a competitive look on his face as they both bid farewell, Kayla closing the door behind her and Stiles' face fell - oh god... not his name, no, no, that was not going to happen. If he had to he would change his whole name, hell, he may even do what he said he would and burn that damn certificate with fire, a large fire with really hot flames, but first he would have to swear his dad to secrecy before Kayla got out her investigating skills and decided, 'oh hey, let's just ask the pops then'.

So, with that thought in mind, Stiles took off, running back to his house, a new found determinedness settled in his stomach.

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><p>When Kayla trotted down the stairs the next morning, both her mom and Auntie Jane were sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing cups of coffee and her little cousin Tabitha, but she preferred to be called Tabby, was conked out in the stool, half her head in her breakfast waffles. Kaya snorted, alerting them all to her presence.<p>

"Let me guess... wouldn't sleep because of those god awful princess movies she watches?" Kayla asked, pouring herself three cups of coffee in a row, all lined up on the kitchen counter with a large dosage of that sugary goodness in each. Her Aunt raised her eyebrows in surprise, but didn't comment on her breakfast choice, instead choosing to smirk.

"How did you know?" She feigned surprise, glancing at her daughter in adoration.

"Because she won't stop blabbering on about them" Kayla replied with a playful roll of her eyes, "I mean, it would be much more educational to watch 'American Horror Story' or 'Halloween', at least they would actually show her the real shit that goes down in real life" Kayla smirked, before taking large gulps from her first cup of coffee, ignoring the scalding on her tongue.

"Well, unfortunately, she's only five" Jane laughed, "She'll probably have nightmares"

"I'll have nightmares if I have to go through another 'happily ever after" Kayla grumbled, nicking a piece of French toast from her mom's plate before she could slap her hand away.

"Oi you" Her mom said, trying to sound disapproving, "If you were so hungry you should've got up earlier and made your own breakfast"

Kayla grinned, downing the first cup of coffee and moving onto the second, "Oh mother dear, how naïve you are" She smirked, taking a bite of the delicious food that she had grown up on, "I don't do things on time - I'm either late or... late" She said, shrugging her shoulders, "And I'm already running late for school" She added, glancing down at her watch, before slurping down her second cup of coffee, faster than the first, probably giving her indigestion.

"Want me to give you a drive? I've got nothing else to do!" Jane asked, licking her fingers clean.

"Hells yeah... thought you'd never ask" Kayla grinned, standing up and slinging her tan leather jacket on over her red vest top and denim shorts, "But please try and follow my directions this time... I have Mr Harris-ass first" Kayla warned playfully as her mom rolled her eyes good naturedly at her attitude. She strode over to her little cousin, leaning down and clasping her hands over her mouth, letting out a large fog horn noise in her ear. Tabby jumped up, almost knocking the plate over, eyes wide as she looked around, still blinking tiredly.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead" Kayla grinned, ruffling her already messy hair, "We can't have you lazing around all day, especially since I'm supposed to be at school, which, by the way, is _so_ not fair" Kayla playfully whined, grabbing her third coffee cup and downing it's contents.

"Kayla" Tabby said sulkily, folding her arms over her chest, "That was mean" She said, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Aw, don't pout" Kayla teased, "I'll take you for ice-cream after school, okay?" She grinned, knowing that those god awful Disney films, ice cream and chocolate, not necessarily in that order, was the way to her cousins heart. Tabby's face lit up and she let out a series of excited noises, her legs swinging back and forth off the high stool that was way to big for.

"Yay" She exclaimed, tugging on Kayla's jacket, "You're the best Kay" She grinned toothily and Kayla's heart swelled - she absolutely adored her little cousin, despite them being polar opposites, there was something so cute and innocent about her...probably the only member of her family she could stand to be around for more than a couple of hours at a time.

"I know I am" Kayla replied, ruffling her hair one more time before grabbing her messenger bag and her cup of coffee, slinging it over her shoulder and looking at both her aunt and mom as they stared at her with knowing looks.

"What?" She asked them through her last bite of French toast, raising her eyebrows.

"Just you wait, won't be long before she has a couple of her own" Jane whispered to her mom but Kayla still heard - she was no werewolf but that didn't mean she was deaf, hell, she could hear a hell of a lot better than most humans.

"Ha - in your dreams - kids are all spawns of Satan, just try and convince me otherwise" Kayla smirked, waving to her mom and gliding out the door, her aunt hot on her heels. They hopped in the car, a blue Mazda, and Kayla directed her where to go, making sure to point because her aunt was the worst at following directions - literally. They pulled up outside the school, a tad early thanks to Kayla's amazing instructions and her aunt turned to smirk at her.

"So... off to meet the boyfriend then?" She questioned and Kayla repressed an eye roll - honestly, her aunt was like a school girl, actually scrap that, she was more like a teenager than Kayla was. She had been grilling her about Stiles since she walked in the door last night and her engulfed her in a massive bear hug.

"Yes... and my other friends too considering school is a 'social' environment" Kayla said slowly, picking up her belongings off the car floor.

"I do expect to meet him ya know, before me and Tabs leave and no Kayla, I won't take 'no' for an answer" Her aunt said, pointing a perfectly manicured nail in Kayla's face and Kayla had a sudden, and awful thought. Oh dear god - her aunt resembled Lydia in so many ways... yes, definitely going to keep those two apart before they roped Kayla into going on a spa break or something.

"I know you won't, but I'm trying to put it off for as long as humanly possible before you leave him scarred for life" Kayla smiled, opening the car door and hauling herself out, leaning down to finish saying goodbye to her aunt.

"You can try Kay but it won't work" Jane replied, "I'm gonna inspect every nook and cranny there is to that boy, just to make sure he's good enough for my gorgeous niece" And this time Kayla did roll her eyes. Over protective much?

"I'm sure you will Jane, but, until then... goodbye" And her aunt laughed, honking the horn as she pulled away, deliberately revving the engine. Kayla shook her head as she bounced up the steps towards the school, a lot more enthusiastically than normal. Huh, maybe she did catch the love bug after all. When she got inside the school she saw Stiles whacking Scott's shoulder as he said, "You're thinking about her in the shower aren't you?" And Kayla snorted. Boys.

"Yeah" Scott admitted as Kayla began to walk up to them, "Wait, dude... is that a hickey?" Scott exclaimed, his voice a few octaves higher than normal and Kayla stopped walking, a smirk flitting across her face. Oops. Guess she got a little carried away last night... but she didn't go full blown out so it shouldn't be _too_ bad.

"Wait... you can see that? Or is that just due to your super amazing eyesight or is it actually noticeable?" Stiles asked, grabbing the side of his neck nervously.

"Uh, it's not that noticeable but... where did _you_ get a hickey?" Scott asked in amazement as Kayla saw Stiles send Scott a smug look. Oh dear god. Before Stiles could lapse into god knows what story, in the middle of the frigging corridor, Kayla slid up beside them, a smile plastered on her face.

"Hey boys" She greeted, sending Scott a salute before turning around and leaning up to kiss Stiles quickly - hey, in her defence it was a lot quicker than relaying a whole frigging story at least. She pulled back, hands automatically straightening his shirt as she stared back into Scott's amazed face, his slightly crooked jaw almost hitting the floor.

"Y-You... and Stiles... Stiles and You..." Scott trailed off, looking between the two of them like they were a complicated crossword puzzle, "Actually, I'm not that surprised, just shocked that Stiles actually grew a pair" Scott finally said, picking his jaw up as Stiles looked at his best friend, affronted.

"I-I-I, oh... shut up" He grumbled, shoving Scott's shoulder playfully, "Now you have to 'grow a pair' and ask for Allison's necklace"

"I can't, she kinda hates me right now" Scott admitted and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"She doesn't hate you Scott" And had the satisfaction of watching Scott's eyes light up, "She's just hurt, give her a litt-"

"Miss Hale" A voice barked and Kayla groaned, taking in a deep breath to resist not punching him in the face, and turned around, deliberately putting on a polite face, "I told you to come in early to pick up your extra homework for a reason, not to muck about with Stilinski and McCall" Mr Harris added, glaring at her over his thick framed glasses.

"Aye aye captain" Kayla murmured under her breath, hitching her bag up, "I'll be right there" She told him in a louder voice, turning around to face Scott and Stiles again, resisting an eye roll.

"Satan is summoning me, but I'll see you around?" She directed the last part of her sentence to Stiles, smiling lightly as he nodded, his hand playing with the ends of her hair as Scott just watched on, perplexed.

"Miss HALE"

"Okay okay, jeez, don't get your knickers in a twist" She murmured, turning around on her heel and walking away, the least snippet of the boy's conversation she heard was Stiles gleefully exclaiming, "Booyah... I got the girl this time Scottie" And laughed quietly to herself as she strode away.

**A.N) I really hoped you all liked this chapter - they're together, wooo hoooo - anyways im excited for next chapter because PETER yay! ha! It may be Wednesday till I can update because I have to write a 3000 word essay so, all you lovely people, I would love it so much if you could leave your thoughts below, their serious motivators so please please review - Thank you :) **


	23. Chapter 23 - Bite or no bite?

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"Okay... _What?" _Kayla exclaimed loudly before looking around nervously and then lowering her voice, "What do you mean 'Jackson knows'? How does he know?" She demanded, slamming her locker shut forcefully and looking at Stiles in astonishment.

"I-I don't know" Stiles said desperately, throwing his hands up in the air, "Scott just said he confronted him about it and now... now he wants it too" Stiles continued, shaking his head in exasperation. Okay, breathe in and out, breathe in and out, Kayla chanted, trying to control her breathing. She had a bit of a temper, and when she said 'a bit' she meant 'a lot', and loosing it in the middle of the school corridor would not be good.

"Jackson wants to become a werewolf?" She asked incredously, "Well that's just... great, I mean, really, it's not as though he's a big enough dickwad as it is" Kayla sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"He said that if Scott doesn't get it for him then he'll tell Allison... everything" Stiles added, giving a slight shrug of the shoulders, a hint of desperation layered in his voice.

"That wouldn't be so bad if her family weren't _werewolf hunters" _Kayla whispered, "Okay - plan... we just... we have to act normal" And Stiles snorted loudly, "Since when are we ever 'normal'?" He asked, trying to inject humour into the conversation.

"Okay, not normal then just... casual, don't take him on and ya know... he may lay off" Kayla said as Stiles just raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Okay yes, I know, before you say it, that doesn't sound like Jackson at all" She admitted, "But it will have to do until we thing of something else"

"Hopefully before Jackson tells the entire school then" Stiles chipped in as Kayla lightly smacked his chest, "Shut up" She deadpanned, "Jackson knows that would sound completely nuts, he would probably get straight-jacketed for saying that... no, Jackson's smart and tactical, unfortunately" Kayla said, readjusting her bag and staring into Stiles' eyes.

"So, you think we're playing right into his hands then?" Stiles asked as Kayla looked over his shoulder, seeing Jackson walk out of the classroom for lunch, their eyes meeting briefly as he smirked at her and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Like putty" She confirmed, watching Jackson strut away to the cafeteria.

"Well this day is turning out great" Stiles said sarcastically, his fingers tapping on the side of his leg nervously, "Not only do we have Derek on our asses, a frigging Alpha werewolf on the loose, Scott's ex girlfriend wearing some kind of symbolic necklace, but now Jackson barking up our-" Stiles rambled, all in one breath, eyes wide as he stared off into space. Kayla rolled her eyes, grabbing the front of his T-shirt and pulling him forward, cutting him off mid sentence by kissing him. The words died in his mouth and Kayla pulled away shortly after before she got too engrossed in it and they starting making out against the lockers in the middle of the school.

"Stop stressing" She told a jaw-slacked Stiles, "You stressing is just gonna make me stressed and then Scott even more stressed and it will turn into this massive stress fest that we don't need" Kayla sighed, sliding her hand down his chest to straighten out the creases she had made gripping the T-shirt, "Everything will turn out fine" She added for emphasis, ignoring the astonished glances they both got in their direction, presumably after just attacking his lips.

"I don't get you - half the time you're like 'we're all gonna die? Cool, fine, whatever', then the other half you're so optimistic it makes my head hurt" Stiles admitted, "I will never understand women" He muttered, shaking his head and Kayla smirked.

"Then I guess I'm just a mystery to be unravelled" Kayla smiled, pulling her chemistry jotter from her bag, "But uh... If Derek does decide to invade your personal space and make himself at home in, well, your home then just call - I'm babysitting but hey ho" She shrugged, as Stiles let out a relieved breath.

"Oh thank god because, honestly, I don't think I can deal with him" And Kayla laughed, patting his shoulder as she began to walk past him, on her way to chemistry to hand in the extra work she had done for her 'punishment', "Stiles, what makes you think I can deal with him? Because, honestly, half the time, I think we're both resisting a bitch slap fight" She chuckled, walking backwards so she could still speak to him.

"Hey - your family, your responsibility" Stiles threw his hands up in the air dramatically, presumably shaking away all the responsibility over Derek and Kayla smirked, "Yeah, whatever you say Mr I-still-won't-tell-my-girlfriend-my-real-name Stilinski" Kayla laughed at his shocked and affronted face.

"Are you still on that?" He demanded rather nervously, his eyes flitting about and his foot tapping on the ground.

"Yup" She said bluntly, "I'll see you around Stilinski" She smirked, turning around and making her way to the chemistry classroom. In all honestly though, she was freaking out a bit over the fact that _Jackson _of all people knew but, realised, there's no point in worrying - whatever happens happens so, with that ever positive thought in mind, she managed to hand in her homework without any snarky comments (Yes, it amazed her too) and got to the cafeteria without pissing anyone off.

But that was going to change.

Especially since she saw, or rather heard, Scott breaking his tray in half, practically the whole of the cafeteria's eyes were on him and Kayla gulped, looking around for Scott's source of anger. And of course, it just had to be Jackson. Jackson the jackass was smirking gleefully, biting into his apple and Kayla stormed up to him, grabbing him by the arm of his leather jacket and hauling him out of the cafeteria before he could piss off Scott even more.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded, ignoring the smug look he sent her, "Do you enjoy pissing people off or is just naturally you"

"Ah Kayla... Kayla Hale" Jackson grinned, adjusting his backpack, "Been doing much lately? Cause it was the full moon a few nights ago and I hear they bring out all the nut jobs" And Kayla tried to remain passive, remain poker-faced, despite wanting to smack him in the face. Repeatedly.

"As usual I have no idea what you are talking about" Kayla shrugged, "But, whatever you're on, I suggest you cut back, I mean, think about your lacrosse career" Kayla told him as they stood in the hallway, a few people glancing at them curiously.

Jackson glared at her, his jaw clenching, "Drop the act Hale" He growled, "You all know fine what I'm talking about"

"Can't say that I do - sorry, but, just a little advice, leave Allison and Scott alone... the last thing they need is you barging in on their relationship" Kayla shot back, about to walk away but Jackson's arm shot out to grab hers, keeping her in place.

"I'm going to get it - one way or another Kayla and, if you don't at least _try _to get me what I want... I will ruin you, and McCall and Stilinski" He threatened, tightening his grip on her arm but Kayla ripped her arm from his grasp, glaring at him.

"Don't threaten me" She snapped in a dangerous voice, "Because, I think you may find I'll just bite back" She glowered at him, knowing it wasn't a complete lie but knowing it wasn't the truth either. Jackson's eyes widened slightly as he looked her over.

"I mean it Jackson... drop it, now" And with that she took off, striding away from him down the corridor, resisting the temptation to just smack him around the head or maybe bash his head off a few lockers - depending on how much he continued to piss her off. Which, if she were to be honest with herself, then probably a lot.

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><p>"Tabby, would you- Oh my god, Tabitha Miranda Carver Jacobs, get your ass back here" Kayla shouted as Tabby ran up Stiles' staircase gleefully, her blonde hair flying behind her, "I mean it Tabitha, don't you dare say or do anything or I swear to god I will burn all those god awful princess movies you watch" Kayla continued to shout as she ran up the stairs behind her, "Yeah that's right - I will burn them all, all of them on a massive ass bonfire and do you know what I'm then going to do? I'm then gonna roast marshmallows over them, yes I am, yes I will if you don't-" She trailed off as she reached Stiles' bedroom, both him and Danny sitting round a laptop and Derek a little ways a way, looking at her in, well...Kayla didn't really know what they were looking at her like but it was a cross between shock, astonishment and confusion, hell, maybe even a bit of wariness thrown in there.<p>

"Uh... hey sorry I'm late for the... thing, little miss over there is being a rascal" Kayla stated, pointing her finger in Tabby's direction who just smiled sweetly back at her, "Tabs, Tabby, Sweetheart, either you give me back my cell phone before you run the bills sky high or I will follow through on my previous threat"

"You wouldn't" Tabby stated, crossing her arms, "you're too nice for that" She smiled and heard Danny let out a loud snort.

"You wanna bet? Just try me" Kayla replied, walking into the bedroom as Tabby took a few steps back, eyes glinting mischievously.

"Tabitha don't you-" But what she did next surprised Kayla to no end. Tabby let out a squeal of excitement as she jumped onto Stiles' back, making Stiles jolt as he flailed about whilst the little monkey crawled over his shoulders and landed in his lap. Kayla smirked, crossing her arms as she took in the image. Stiles was leaning back, as if it was a bomb placed on his frigging lap and not a five year old child, and Tabby sat there quite content, swigning her legs back and forth and playing about with her cell phone.

"O-kay then... guess you have an admirer" She grinned, plonking herself down on Stiles' bed and looking over at Derek.

"Oh hey there um..." She trailed off, realising she couldn't use his real name because, duh, he was on the run.

"Miguel, Miguel it is, my uh, cousin Miguel... Miguel" Stiles was emphasising, giving her a wide eyed stare as Kayla hid a smirk. Damn - Derek was not going to be pleased with that, that's for sure. Danny looked between the two of them, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well... why does Miguel have blood on his shirt?" Danny asked and Kayla looked at Derek - no, Miguel, - and felt the wheels turning in her head. What was Stiles' plan then?

"Miguel, I thought I said you could borrow one of my shirts" Stiles piped up, sending a very obvious look to 'Miguel' and Kayla let out a soft 'Ah' of understanding. He was trying to bate Danny into something - and was pimping off her cousin. Ah, this was going to be fun to watch. 'Miguel' sent Stiles a frustrated look before stripping off his shirt and pulling on another one as Stiles tried to convince Danny to 'Trace that text' and, duh, it all came back to Kayla now - that night, at the school, someone sent Allison a text and Stiles was trying to find out who. Danny, obviously, protested.

But, he didn't protest for long once Derek did his little, ah, show. Kayla had to stop herself from bursting out laughing because, boy oh boy, were they both going to get in shit for doing this to Derek.

"You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy?"

"You're a horrible person"

"What does that mean?" Tabby's innocent, childlike voice piped up, looking between Danny and Stiles, "Whose playing a ball game? I don't understand" She stated, pouting slightly as she looked between the two boys who just gave Kayla a 'Uh oh' look.

"Something that, although you should probably learn, your mom would kill me if I told you so, if you ever want me to take you out for ice-cream again, I suggest you cover your ears" Kayla told her, smirking as she folded her legs and Tabby looked to be considering that.

"Free ice-cream?" She asked, crossing her arms and Kayla grinned.

"Completely free"

"Forever?" Was the reply, Tabby giving her that puppy dog look that Kayla couldn't resist.

"Uh... you drive a hard bargain but sure, whatever" And Tabby grinned widely, holding her arms up high as she covered her ears, humming quietly to herself and leaning back onto Stiles' chest who clumsily tried to maneuverer himself on the spinning chair so he could be more mobile.

"So Danny... about that text?"

"Stiles" Derek, 'Miguel', whatever, barked, "None of these fit" And Kayla bit her lip to stop from laughing.

"Here" Kayla said, standing up before all hell could break loose, "let me see" She pulled out one of Stiles' drawers, raking through the vast amount T-shirts and Kayla could've sworn that he had more clothes than her, and pulled out a baggy grey T-shirt.

"That should fit Miguel" She grinned, chucking it to him as Derek glared at her.

"Kayla" He whispered, lowering his voice as Danny and Stiles got engrossed in the laptop, Stiles a little more awkwardly though because of the current five year old resting in his lap, "Just a friendly reminder, if this plan doesn't work I will rip both your heads off"

"Wow... love you too Cuz" Kayla rolled her eyes, jumping back on Stiles' bed, picking away at her cuticles in boredom.

"There. This text was sent from a computer. This one" Danny piped up a few minutes later and Kayla jumped up, leaning round Derek to look at the laptop and gaped in surprise.

"Danny, I'm not offending your criminal mastermind skills here but... are you sure that's right?" She asked doubtfully, looking down at the name 'Melissa McCall'.

"Yes" Danny sighed, "Now are we gonna do lab work or not?"

"Wait, no, no, no, no that can't be right" Stiles protested and Kayla felt like doing the same - Scott's mom? no way.

"It is right" Danny grounded out, rolling his eyes.

"But... that's impossible" Kayla whispered, shaking her head in a daze.

"The evidence is right in front of you... what else do you want me to do?" Danny asked, clearly frustrated with all of them.

"But, when you say you're sure, do you mean 'sure sure' or just 'sure'?" Stiles asked sceptically, cringing slightly when Danny's jaw clenched.

"I think he's 'sure sure' Stiles, that is his 'sure sure' face" Kayla replied, running a hand through her hair, "So what do we do now?" She asked in general, looking between the three other male occupants in the room.

When no one answered immediately, Danny sighed, picking up his backpack off the floor and slinging it over his shoulder, "Well I can see you guys have some more serious illegal activities to do so... I'm just gonna go" Danny said, giving them all a really weirded out glance before giving his head a small shake and walking from the room.

"We go to the hospital... and figure out what the hell is going on" Derek stated, rather loudly, as Stiles and Kayla shared a glance. Oh boy.

"Now? As in right now, this very moment, now?" Stiles asked nervously, hands resting at his sides because of Tabby, still, curled up on his lap.

"No Stiles, later when the Alpha decides to kill us all" Derek replied sarcastically, "Yes of course now" He growled, stripping off Stiles' T-shirt and throwing it away like it was diseased, favouring his normal set of clothes.

"Well this is gonna be fun" Kayla murmured, walking over to Stiles' bed and throwing on her jacket as her and Derek got ready but Stiles just continued to sit there, looking around in concentration and Kayla saw why. Tabby had fallen asleep on his lap, her back against his chest, head lolling against his shoulder and Kayla hid a smile. Holy god, it was one of the cutest things she had ever seen in her life - and Kayla didn't do 'cute'.

Awwwwww.

"Uh... you gonna give me a hand or...?" He trailed off, looking at her nervously, hands held out desperately as Kayla chuckled, walking over to them and picking up her cousin under the arms before throwing her over her shoulder, jolting her awake.

"Kayla" Tabby screamed as Kayla chuckled, "That's what you get for nicking my cell phone like a little convict... pay back's a bitc... a bummer" She changed the ending, knowing that if she swore around Tabby she would pick it up and there would be no stopping the fowl language that would spill from her mouth.

"I'll tell mom you said a bad word" Tabby told her as she carried her out of the room, following after Derek, "Your mom knows I use bad words... you'll have to find something more incriminating than that kid" Kayla chuckled, deliberately jumping down the stairs to make her cousin's head spin. She loved it really, honestly.

"Fine... I'll tell everyone that your boyfriend is Stiles" And Kayla's heart skipped a beat. Really, Tabby? Out of all the times to bring _that _up it just _had_ to be around Derek? Really? How much bad luck did they have? Derek stopped at the front door, his posture rigid as he turned around and stared at them.

"What?" He demanded, raising his eyebrows as Kayla glanced back at Stiles who had stopped halfway down the stairs, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, debating whether or not to run back up to his room and hide. Kayla heard Tabby laughing gleefully and clapping and tried to let out a comforting smile.

"If you need me to repeat that then you definitely need to get you hearing checked cousin" Kayla said, smirking as she placed Tabby back on her own two feet, "Well, are we going or not? I need to drop off this little miss first"

"You and Stiles" Derek stated, crossing his arms as Tabby ran out the front door and towards Stiles' jeep, "Together?" He asked, his voice getting progressively louder, "In the couple kind of way?"

"Yes, is there another way?" She sassed back, "Actually wait... don't answer that" She grinned, trying to break up the tension and reached back to grab Stiles' hand that was a lot clammier than usual, "What? It's not like there's the impending sound of wedding bells - chill" She rolled her eyes, pulling Stiles out the door before Derek could tear them both a new one that would probably completely terrify Stiles.

When they both reached the jeep, Stiles' hand in hers, she looked back at Derek who was slowly making his way out onto the front porch, his face a mixture of emotions.

"Well... are you coming or not Miguel?" Kayla smirked, "Ya know... before the Alpha decides to kill us all" She repeated his words from earlier, making Derek groan loudly and slam the Stilinski's front door shut.

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><p>Kayla was still smirking as her and Stiles got inside the hospital as he continued rubbing his forehead.<p>

"It hurt" He protested once he saw her face which just made Kayla smirk all the more.

"I'll bet" She murmured, rolling her eyes and looking around nervously. Okay, it was just a hospital, just a hospital, just a hospital, nothing more, she chanted in her head, breathing through her mouth. She suddenly caught the scent of lavender however and stopped, blinking around in confusion. Okay now she definitely knew that was important - for some reason whenever she connected with the Alpha she smelled lavender.

"Hey uh, you just head on up there, there's something I need to check" She murmured, looking down the long corridors in confusion. Seriously, what the hell?

"Uh, you sure cause I, uh, kinda need directions and everything" He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, "Carry on down this corridor, take a sharp left and then its the room at the bottom of that corridor" She told him, touching his arm and then sending him a small smile, "If anything happens - call" And he nodded shakily before taking a deep breath and heading down the long corridor.

Okay, this was _so_ not getting out of hand or anything - once she was sure Stiles knew where to go and, hopefully, not get lost, she carried on down the same corridor only, this time, taking a right and almost crashing head first into a redheaded nurse who glared at her.

"Uh... sorry" She shrugged, before shaking her head and walking around her and then realised, a few seconds later... oh god... she smelt like lavender. Kayla whipped her head around and watched as she disappeared off onto the same route Stiles had taken and her heart swelled with worry. That nurse was definitely not innocent in all this, that's for sure.

"Hey, wait up" she shouted, taking off after her only to stumble onto a scene she prayed to god would never happen. Stiles being cornered, or rather stuck, between that red headed nurse and... Peter? Oh god. Her breathing picked up as she looked at him, the first time in six years, and... and he was the Alpha. It had to be him.

"Ah Kayla... glad you could join the party" Peter smirked as Stiles stared at her with wide eyes, "Took you long enough"

"P-Peter, but... how, I don't..." She trailed off, her mind not being able to process what was happening.

"I know, though I have to admit, I was expecting a bigger reaction, more complete terror, but, whatever" Peter shrugged, still that smug look plastered on his face.

"It's you" She stated dumbly, taking a few steps forwards, unable to take her eyes off him, "You're the Alpha"

"Yes, well done niece" He smirked and that made Kayla shiver, "But, I must confess... I'm actually kind of disappointed in you... six years I went through of both physical and emotional pain and not once did my favourite niece come and visit me" He admitted, taking a step forward and grabbing Stiles' shoulder, "Now, Stiles... what do you have to say to that?"

"M-Me? N-Nothing, at all, nada, zilch" Stiles said nervously as Kayla took a few steps forward, heart beating wildly but out of fear or nervousness for Stiles, Kayla didn't know. The red headed nurse glared fiercely at her as Kayla walked up to her and she felt a rage erupt in her heart - she helped, she had helped kill all those people and she was standing there, no punishment at all. The nurse looked like she was going to say something but, before that could happen, Kayla grabbed her arm, bent it backwards and slammed her head first into a wall, knocking her out.

"Kayla, where are your manners... my nurse had helped me out a lot and that's how you treat her?" Peter asked in faux shock, still gripping Stiles' shoulder tightly.

"Yes" She replied bluntly, "Because you're both psycho" She snapped, striding forward and glaring at Peter, trying to tell him to 'let Stiles go now' through the glaring of her eyes. Peter rolled his eyes and, as dramatically as ever, took his hands off Stiles' shoulder making him collapse back onto the wall in relief.

"Stiles... get Derek, get Derek now" She demanded, never taking her eyes off Peter.

"A-Are you sure, because-"

"Yes, quick, now" She said urgently as Stiles sent her one more fearful look before flailing his way down the corridor.

"Really Kayla, him? He's your 'tether' or 'anchor' or whatever you kids call it now-a-days?" Peter asked, shaking his head, "I thought you hated anything and everything 'cliche'"

"So..." Kayla said, changing the subject as she tried to take a few subtle steps backwards because, right now, she really didn't want to face the Alpha alone and, just because he was her uncle, did not mean he wouldn't kill her - he killed Laura, "Have fun doing... whatever the hell it is assholes like you do for fun, we'll catch up later over coffee-" But he cut her off, grabbing her arm and yanking her forward.

"You're not going anywhere" He grinned manically before letting his eyes shine red, "Ever since you were little there was always something different about you, more so than just human or werewolf and that, huh... that just makes me think about everything you could be"

"Future career choice? Yeah, I know, we're doing that at school actually, ya know, plan ahead and everything" She replied nervously, trying to escape his grip like she did Jackson's but he was just too strong. Peter rolled his eyes, pulling her even further forward and finally, letting his full row of teeth show.

"I always wondered, what would happen if someone bit you" He mused and Kayla gulped, "You're half human, half werewolf - would it be a positive effect? Negative? Would you drop dead on the floor?" Peter chuckled quietly to himself as he raised her arm, turning it around and looking at the skin on the wrist as Kayla tried to struggle out of his grasp because she, unlike Peter, did not want to find out. Ever.

"I guess now would be the perfect time to find out" He whispered in a deadly voice before letting out a loud roar, sending jolts of pain through Kayla's body as now, especially now she was so close to him, the 'connection' was still in tact and he smirked, raising her arm and getting prepared to bite.

**A.N) HAHA, cliffhanger - FYI, we're coming up to so much drama so YAY - I love drama, anyways, I hope you can tell me what you all thought, reviews are so inspirational and I would love to hear your thoughts, especially now Peter is in the picture so, please review, and peace out you wonderful readers :)**


	24. Chapter 24 - Family secrets

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Kayla squirmed, and when she said 'squirmed' she actually meant fought against the 'connection restraint' tooth and nail, but she still couldn't move away from Peter - whatever hold he had over her was just too strong, especially since his human side seemed to be healing rather quickly now he was embracing the Alpha power. Kayla bit her lip as his teeth sunk into her skin, not too hard though, and she was actually mildly surprised. She'd seen people getting bit by werewolves before, some of them getting bit so aggressively their skin was hanging off, but it was almost... gentle, if a werewolf bite could be gentle. Peter pulled away, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at her.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, lips twitching as Kayla blinked at him blearily. Why was everything getting blurry? The sound of heavy footsteps smacking against the hard ground made both Kayla and Peter look up, seeing Derek and Stiles skid onto the corridor. Derek was growling where as Stiles stayed just behind Derek, eyes as wide as saucers.

"You" Derek snarled, his eyes flashing blue.

"Me" Peter confirmed, a smug note in his voice.

"You killed Laura" Derek growled, taking a few threatening steps forwards, glaring at Peter furiously as Kayla shook her head slowly, trying to get rid of the continuous ringing in her ears. Why was everything now spinning? Peter was still gripping her wrist and, to be quite honest, that was the only thing keeping her on her own two feet.

"I did what I had to do Derek - six years of having everything burned out of me, I was incoherent, you can't blame me for Laura's death" Peter explained, trying to sound miserable and, despite her fuzzy state, Kayla snorted. Peter knew exactly what he was doing, he always had.

"Wouldn't you agree Kayla?" He asked mockingly, giving her a faux sympathetic glance and Kayla narrowed her eyes.

"B-Bastard" She murmured, trying to sound strong and confident but her voice was failing and... and... and... her thought process trailed off as she took in a deep breath. Why was her body reacting this way? It terrified her - she didn't want to be a werewolf and she certainly didn't want to die but knew that, if luck wasn't on her side, and she had to choose one or the other, she definitely favoured still breathing.

"Save your breath sweetheart, in case this goes _horribly _wrong you want to make them last as long as possible" Peter advised, giving a slight shrug of the shoulders as Kayla glared at him, mustering up all her strength and determination and tried to punch him but, him being the Alpha and all, meant he had amazing reflexes and he caught her arm, pinning it back to her side.

"Tsk tsk" He tutted, waging his finger, "That's not a way to treat your elders"

"I don't know, I would treat you the same way" Derek piped up, fists clenching as Kayla met his eyes. They were cool and determined and full of rage but Kayla could see... worry, buried deep in those eyes.

"That's the problem with the younger generation - no respect" Peter stated, shaking his head, "At least Stiles over there seems to have _some _manners" Peter smirked, cocking an eyebrow in Stiles' direction. Kayla's eyes slid over to watch as Stiles was tapping the side of his leg nervously and the way his tongue was poking into his cheek showed he was desperately trying to, figuratively, bite his tongue.

"Well he doesn't normally know when to shut up" Derek interrupted, taking the attention off Stiles which Kayla was incredibly thankful for - he was innocent, no need for him to be on the radar of a psychopathic Alpha werewolf.

Peter smirked, that cocky, arrogant look returning to his face as he glanced between the three of them.

"So Kayla... I'm guessing you have some questions for me" Peter grinned, giving Kayla his full attention, "You're a naturally curious person, much like me... you're just itching to ask me a question aren't you?" He asked, staring deep into her eyes as Kayla stumbled slightly, "Well I guess you would if you could actually talk"

Derek tried to stride forward but Peter just gripped Kayla's wrist tightly, making her flinch as it felt like her nerve ends were on fire, like her whole skin was sensitive.

"Just give me a moment Derek - Kayla and I need to discuss things" Peter said impassively, sending Derek a stern look as he and Kayla's eyes met. Derek was staring at her in worry and she tried to give him a reassuring nod because she hated Derek worrying.

"I'm going to get straight to the point here before Derek decides to oh so rudely interrupt us again... or before you pass out which is equally quite plausible" Peter stated, fingers gently caressing her wrist as if he was trying to take the pain away which... he was, the black veins were running up his arms as Kayla stared in astonishment. What the hell was going on?

"You want to know why we share a connection Kayla? Allow me to let you in on a family secret" Peter smirked, lips twitching as he glanced at her, then to Derek and Stiles, "Actually, I think Derek would want to know this too, he is apart of this family as well... although he doesn't act like it"

"What?" Derek growled, "Because I'm getting sick of listening to your voice"

"Trust me Derek, it will be worth it" Peter advised, tilting his head to the side and obtaining that arrogant look again, "Jody... Jody, Jody, Jody... it all stems back to her" Peter stated as Kayla gaped, what did her mom have to do with this, "I mean... ever wonder why your family didn't settle in Beacon Hills like the rest of the family? Well, now... brace yourselves" Peter warned, letting out a chuckle, "This is going to blow your whole world apart"

Kayla flinched - she didn't want to hear anymore but at the same time she knew she needed to - especially if Peter was saying it was important.

"Your mom, beautiful Jody Jacobs, well... what can I say?" Peter shrugged, smirking at all three of them, "Her and your... _dad _didn't want to settle here because of, well, me" He said cockily, looking quite proud over that fact and Kayla snorted, "Can't blame them" She sassed, glaring daggers through Peter's skull, "Well... after I had an affair with your mom they thought things would get... awkward" Peter smiled gleefully, looking at her to gauge her reaction.

"W-What?" Kayla managed to get out, trying to catch her breath. No... no... that was impossible, her mom wouldn't do that, she and her dad loved each other, her mom wouldn't even look at Peter... no way.

"Yes, I know, a big shock, but that's not the interesting bit" Peter grinned, leaning forward eagerly, "After your mom and '_dad' _had Dylan... they found out your dad, my brother, couldn't have any more kids... infertile" He smirked as Kayla felt her heart leaping out of her chest. No, this was not happening, no - Peter was lying, he had to be.

"You're a liar" Kayla growled, anger bursting through her chest.

"No - the truth just hurts Kayla and... I think you know what happened after that" Peter smirked as Kayla felt her chest tighten. Her dad couldn't have any more kids, her mom had an affair with Peter - a werewolf - her mom miraculously falls pregnant...

"No" Kayla stated, shaking her head furiously, "No, you're lying" Kayla said, turning to face Derek, "Derek, tell me he's lying, listen to his heartbeat and tell me he's lying" She didn't give Derek a chance to explain before her anger broke through the 'connection' briefly as her hand shot out to slap Peter across the face angrily, "You're a liar" She screamed.

"Derek, tell your still-cousin the truth because, apparently, she's just as stubborn as the rest of us" Peter asked, looking completely unfazed that Kayla had just hit him, inclining his head to stare at Derek. Kayla felt tears burning her eyes and tried to keep them at bay - she hated crying, she hated appearing weak, so she held them back determinedly - Peter was lying, she knew he was lying, her mom wouldn't sleep with... _him_.

Kayla glanced at Derek, eyes wide as she tried to gauge his reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes confused as his face concentrated on hearing the heartbeat before his jaw dropped and Kayla felt like hitting something. She recognised that reaction - Peter was telling the truth.

"No" Kayla stated again, shaking her head, angry at her mom, herself, her dad, Peter, Derek, hell she was mad at everything, "You're just... vile, you're a complete and utter dickhead, an arrogant bastard, a stupid power hungry asshole" Kayla fumed, anger over taking everything, even the slight pain in her arm, "You should have died in that fire" She added, trying for anything that would hurt him.

"Now Kayla... that's no way to speak to your father" Peter smirked, eyes glinting with amusement as Kayla exhaled loudly, trying to control her anger but she couldn't. Mustering up all her strength she kicked him in the knee, having the satisfaction of hearing Peter's leg let out a sickening 'CRACK' and, as he stumbled slightly, shocked that she attacked him, she punched out wildly, smacking his jaw and sending him backwards into the wall - and that was all her energy gone. Kayla winced, falling back slightly as she tried to keep her balance just as Derek raced forward, claws sharpening as he grabbed Peter by the shoulders and threw him across the corridor.

"Stiles, get Kayla out of here and go, go NOW" Derek demanded but Kayla was numb. What the hell had just happened? Her mind was whirling but at the same time she couldn't think of anything, everything just seemed to get stuck in the cogs, like her brain needed oiling. A pair of gentle arms grasped her waist and pulled her further away from the, now, fighting pair and held her against the wall.

"Kayla? Kayla? Are you okay?" She heard Stiles ask worriedly and met his concerned gaze.

"We need to help Derek" She murmured, fear welling up in her chest - she was not going to lose Derek, "P-Peter's gonna kill him" She added, trying to walk towards the pair as Peter threw her cousin through the reception window, but she stumbled, almost falling flat on her face, until Stiles grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest.

"Derek will be fine, we have to go" He told her, pulling her down the corridor.

"But-" She protested tiredly, watching in worry as Peter grabbed Derek's arm and she could hear bones crunching.

"No 'buts' Kayla... we're going now, I'm getting you out of here" He told her and, the next thing Kayla was aware of was Stiles gently placing her in the passenger side of his jeep before racing around and leaping into the driver's side.

"What the holy hell just happened?" She asked, blinking tiredly as she stared at Stiles' desperately.

He just shrugged, obviously tongue tied, "Uh... something off of the Jerry Springer show" Stiles cringed and Kayla laughed. Yes, she laughed. Why? She had no idea - but Stiles had that effect on people whether he knew it or not.

"You're probably right" Kayla said, clutching her phone and looking around nervously. She was not going to deal with that revelation, not until she knew Derek was alright - she needed him to be alright.

"I'm sorry" Stiles blurted out, making Kayla furrow his eyebrows at her, "I-I should've stayed... I mean, I left and you, uh..." He trailed off, looking down at her arm and Kayla shook her head immediately - that was not his fault.

"And if you didn't go and get Derek we'd probably both be dead right now" She reassured though her voice sounded hollow and numb, so unlike her, "none of this is your fault... it all stems back to... _him" s_he said disdainfully, not even wanting to speak his name.

"But what... what is gonna happen now?" Stiles asked nervously, looking around the jeep and grabbing a box of... tissues? - holding them out to her and shrugging when she just gave him a 'really?' look but took a couple, wiping away the remains of blood on her wrist.

"The bite?" She asked and Stiles nodded nervously, his caramel brown eyes wide and searching, "Nothing my da-... someone" She changed her mind, shaking her head, "said it shouldn't make too much of a difference, ya know, considering my DNA is more messed up than Hitler" She shrugged, almost ripping her phone open when she got a text, the text name alerting her that it was Derek.

_Am fine. Get some rest. Will be in touch._

So reassuring, she thought sarcastically, showing Stiles the text but couldn't help but sigh in relief.

The whole ride home was silent - not awkward silence, but Kayla appreciated it because all she could do was stare out the window, her mind somewhere else. Peter could not be her dad, it was impossible... well, not really, but in her mind it seemed like it was. Her mom wouldn't cheat on her dad, especially with his own brother but...

Everything was confusing and she actually felt wrong just thinking a _thing_ like that was her dad. It was cringe worthy to say the least. Stiles pulled up into her driveway, switching off the ignition and turning around in his seat to face her.

"Kaylz" He muttered, probably not even realising he had given her his own little nickname, "You shouldn't go home, I mean...I know you can't see your face right now but you look like you're about to go on a killing spree and that would be a not so good thing, so maybe we should drive around for a bit, ya know... clear your head or whatever" Stiles rambled, staring at her nervously.

"You're sweet, but I'm fine" She reassured - it was a complete lie but Stiles couldn't hear her heart beat so it was all good.

"Don't lie - I know when you're lying" Stiles protested and Kayla smirked, patting his hand.

"I'm just gonna lie down and get some rest" She told him, slowly sliding out of this jeep, ignoring his protests and frantic hand movements.

"Kayla-"

"Stiles... you missed your game tonight, Scott's probably looking for you and he should probably know what's going on... I'll be fine, promise...scouts' honour" She said, lying again but Stiles had his duty as a best friend, he needed to go do that.

"But-"

"Honestly, go... if anyone needs sleep it's you - you look dead on your feet"

"Okay, okay - women are so bossy" Stiles muttered and Kayla rolled her eyes. Just as she was about to close the jeep door and face her mom, Stiles' voice called out to her.

"Ya know if you, ah... need to talk to someone, just call me.. any time" Stiles said sincerely and Kayla smiled, that fluttering in her chest returning. Stiles was such a good person and so under appreciated... if only people could see the real him. Name and all.

"Thanks" She whispered, before walking up her driveway, fumbling about for her keys with shaky hands and opening the door, hearing the sound of chattering from the kitchen. Kayla's heart stopped briefly for a moment and anger welled up inside her. She couldn't do this, she couldn't just act normal with her mom, not after that. No way.

She knew she promised Stiles, and Kayla never breaks her promises, but what her mom did? That was a step too far. With angry, purposeful strides Kayla arrived in the kitchen, her fists balling involuntarily as she saw her mom, aunt and cousin sitting around the breakfast bar eating Chinese food.

"You can grab a plate Kay... we got extra just in case you did come home" Her aunt piped up, eating the food professionally with her chopsticks. Kayla remained silent, her whole focus on her mom. She sat there, looking without a care in the world, no guilt in her eyes or nothing. That just made Kayla all the more angry.

"Uh... Kayla, you okay?" Her mom asked as she caught her staring, wiping her hands on some tissues and frowning at her.

"How could you?" Kayla demanded, shaking her head in disgust, "How could you?" She fumed, feeling more angry than she had ever felt in her life, striding forward and gripping the breakfast bar table tightly to resist from throwing punches, "How _could you?"_

"Kayla, what are you talking about? Is everything okay?" Her mom asked, sharing a worried glance with Jane.

"No, no I'm not okay" Kayla laughed humourlessly, "You're a liar mom... you're a lying bitch" She snapped as Jane tried to reach out and place a comforting hand on her forearm but she shook it off - knowing how close her mom and Jane were she probably knew all along.

"Kayla, calm down-" Jane said but Kayla glared at her furiously, "No I will not 'calm down', I'm angry and when I get angry I get _really_ angry" She snapped, lowering her voice when she saw Tabby's bottom lip start quivering, "You were all in on this and I can't even look at you right now"

"Kayla-"

"No mom" Kayla screamed, "You cheated on dad with his own brother... or should I say you cheated on my uncle with my dad" Kayla bit out, as her mom's face crumpled and Jane looked torn between helping and staying out of it. The house fell quiet and Kayla was breathing heavily, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Tabs... go to your room please - the grown ups needs to talk" Jane said quietly and Kayla was still glaring furiously at her mom but she heard Tabby running off and felt a little bad - she was only five and Kayla had probably scared her but.. she was just so _mad._

_"_Kayla, I'm-I'm sorry, please believe me but, everything was fine, no one needed to know-" And that was when Kayla completely lost her cool. Her fists slammed onto the breakfast bar table, almost dislodging it from its screws, showing them just how livid she actually was.

"No one needed to know? No one?" Kayla demanded, limbs shaking, "I DID" She roared, "THE FAMILY DID, YOU WERE JUST TOO ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT"

"Your dad knew" Her mom said desperately, holding out her arms, "He forgave me, he treated you like his own because you were, we both love you Kayla... that doesn't change"

"I HATE YOU - ALL OF YOU" Kayla screamed, blinking away the tears, "YOU'RE ALL JUST LIARS"

"Kayla please-"

"NO" Kayla hollered, flinching away from her mom as she tried to step forward, "DAD, OR WHOEVER THE HELL HE WAS-" Ignoring the pained look in her mom's eyes, "-MAY HAVE FORGAVE YOU, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WILL" Kayla was breathing heavily, resisting from tearing the kitchen apart, "Peter mom... Peter, really?" She asked as her mom's eyes filled up with tears.

"It was a mistake Kayla" She said desperately and that hit Kayla like a hammer to the chest.

"You mean I was a mistake" Kayla said, shaking her head and taking a few steps backwards - she needed to leave, now, before things got out of hand even more. Stiles was right, it was a mistake, she should have given herself more time to get used to it before coming home to face her mom, she should have listened to him.

"No honey, you weren't, you-"

"I don't believe you" Kayla stated, "You're a liar mom, and you're always gonna lie" And with that depressing and rather offensive one liner, Kayla turned around and escaped from the house, slamming the door behind her for emphasis that they should just leave her the hell alone. Oh, and just to make matters worse, it was raining and she didn't have a jacket and was too proud and mad to go back inside to get it. Could her luck get any worse?

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><p>After walking around aimlessly for hours, chilled to the bone, Kayla somehow found herself outside Stiles' house, knocking on the door frantically. Why? Well... she didn't exactly know, she could've just gone round to Allison's or Lydia's but Allison had family issues and Lydia was a mess after Jackson dumping her and... okay, yeah, the reason was she needed Stiles. There, she admitted it.<p>

The door opened revealing Sheriff Stilinski, blinking tiredly before looking at her in confusion.

"Uh... Kayla?" He asked, frowning, "What're you doing here? Is everything okay?" He added, rather awkwardly, probably not knowing how to deal with an over-emotional teenage girl as Kayla tried to wipe her eyes, she was a complete mess - literally. She was soaked to the skin, hair clinging to her face and probably looking like a drowned rat, and her face was most likely red and blotchy from crying.

"I just... uh..." She shook her head, trying to clear it, "Is, um... Stiles here?" She practically whispered, feeling kind of pathetic but at the same time trying to ignore that feeling. It was okay to ask for help sometimes, right? It wasn't a bad thing as so many people had told her over the years.

"Uh... yeah, I mean... I think so" The sheriff scratched the back of his neck, much like Stiles, Kayla thought as the boy in question almost tumbled down the stairs in his haste to see who was at the door. Kayla met his eyes as he straightened out, walking forwards to stand next to his dad, his concerned gaze never leaving hers.

"Hey" He murmured, sending her a sympathetic glance as Kayla sniffed, trying to give him a small smile.

"Hey" She replied, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Well... "The sheriff said, looking between the two of them and to the empty house, "I'm just going to... leave you to it" He muttered, patting Stiles' shoulder and walking towards where Kayla assumed the kitchen was, glancing around in confusion at them before giving a small shake of his head, and walking away.

"I guess you were right" Kayla admitted and Stiles smirked, holding open the door for her, "Aren't I always" He retorted, closing the door and locking it before taking her hand carefully, linking their fingers and leading her up the stairs and into his room.

"I just looked at her and felt... so angry, y'know? And I lost it and... I just ended up here, I'm sorry" She apologised, feeling more awkward than she had ever felt in her life and that was definitely a hard thing to accomplish. Maybe because, as of late, she was letting Stiles in more than she had ever let anyone else before, even her own flesh and blood.

"No, no, no, no it's okay, it's fine - honestly" Stiles rambled, tucking her wet hair behind her ear, "But, uh, maybe you should have a shower or something because your shaking and I don't want you to end up in the hospital with hypothermia" Stiles said gently, staring down at her and Kayla just nodded numbly - yeah, maybe she should, she was cold now he brought that up.

"Thanks" She muttered as Stiles nodded jittery, giving her hand a small squeeze before darting off to his drawers, randomly pulling out items of clothing, throwing them around the room and muttering under his breath, before coming back to her with a pair of grey sweatpants and a maroon coloured baggy T-shirt, holding them out to her.

"Cause I think my dad would frown upon a naked girl walking around the house" And Kayla let a small chuckle escape her lips - how was it he could always make her laugh?

Stiles pointed her in the direction of the bathroom, awkwardly standing there before blushing a deep crimson red and excusing himself and Kayla could hear him from the other side of the bathroom door, letting out a string of cuss words. Kayla shook her head good naturedly and managed to strip off all her wet clothes, stepping carefully into the shower and let the scalding hot water dance across her skin.

Peter was her dad.

It just... it just seemed bizarre and wrong. The man she had grown up with was her dad, had been all her life, only now he was actually her uncle? It was so far beyond messed up it would probably get prime time on the ten O'clock news. Before she managed to use up all the Stilinski's household's hot water, she turned off the shower, towel drying herself carelessly and holding up Stiles' clothes.

They smelt like fabric conditioner and something... outdoorsy, like the smell of grass or tree's and Kayla shook her head - no, she was not turning into one of those girls that romanticised everything, no way in hell. They were just clothes, Stiles' clothes, that she was going to wear. That was all. The sweatpants trailed on the floor a bit and were loose on the hips so he took the string around the waist band and tied it tightly. Satisfied with that she pulled on the T-shirt, it was baggy but comfortable and warm and that was all that mattered.

Taking a deep breath, trying to not look like a mess, she tugged her hands through her wet hair, trying to get rid of the knots, before giving up and walking from the bathroom and over to Stiles' room. He jumped up from the bed like some frigging ADHD ninja, staring at her.

"Good water pressure" She stated, not knowing what else to say, nds Stiles smirked, walking over to her.

"I know - very rejuvenating" He joked, running one of his hands through her wet hand and to the back of her neck comfortingly, "But seriously... is everything okay?" He asked, staring at her right in the eye, "Cause, you can tell me, I mean... I haven't had a girlfriend before but I'm pretty sure the key to being a good boyfriend is either being a personal punching bag or a humanised version of chocolate chip ice-cream" Stiles told her as Kayla gave a small smile, looking down at her bare feet.

"No" She replied honestly, letting him in - she could trust Stiles, probably about the only person she could, "Not really, no" She met his eyes as he nodded in understanding before pulling her into the circle of his arms, not even caring about her soaking wet hair as Kayla buried her face in the crook of his neck, soaking up all the comfort he offered.

**A.N) dun dun dun...well, now, haha, I had this whole story planned out all the way to season 2 and then a couple of weeks ago BAM Malia is peter's daughter - what? ha! maybe Jess Davis and I have a mind connection, but I didn't want to change it cause I have so much plans and, hey, it will just shake up season 3 even more right? ha! anyway, please please please review, I would be so interested to hear what you think of the developments and I love you all for reading! ha! Peace out and please leave a review below - more drama coming up ha!**


	25. Chapter 25 - A father's wishes

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine folks - a big thank you to Guest, Criminal-Minds-superfan, High Serpent King, Vcarp1993, izaria, Dark-n-Twisty, Shadow-wolf78, Khalisha . c . branxeon, FudgeMuffin, Aria (guest), BriancyyD, BTR14, cat-afterlife, Ms. Isaac Lahey and spocklockholmes - you're all amazing, hope you enjoy this chapter :)**

A sudden realisation dawned on Stiles. He was needed. And not in the 'werewolf' sense, but in the very human sense and it felt... good. He had been so caught up in the supernatural as of late he had forgotten about real, very real human problems. He wasn't going to lie and say it wasn't still awkward for him, he had never had a girlfriend before and was constantly scared of messing things up, but the more time he and Kayla spent together, the more comfortable he felt, the more he actually craved it.

Kayla's arms were wound around his neck, her wet hair dripping down Stiles' chest and all Stiles did back was hug her back because Peter hale was her frigging dad. That still shocked Stiles, right to the core, because all he could think was _how? _Well, he knew how, the whole 'birds and the bee's' situation but still... _how? _It made absolutely no sense.

Peter was evil, _evil, _with his stupid side comments and arrogant attitude and, oh, not to mention the whole serial killer side when he wasn't busy pissing people off - yeah, couldn't forget about that - where as Kayla actually cared about people, yeah, she could be a total badass and rivalled him in the sarcastic way, but... no, she wasn't close to being Peter right?

Maybe that was what scared him the most - the thought that one day, one day soon, she would follow dear old dad. But immediately, he cast that thought away - no way would that ever happen, no way.

"God, I'm acting so clingy right now it's kind of cringe worthy" Kayla chuckled against the skin of his neck, giving a small shake of the head.

"Hey - I'm not complaining" Stiles protested, giving her back a small rub, "You can just continue squeezing all you want, I'm like a big fluffy teddy bear - honestly" He told her light heartedly, and Kayla laughed, running one hand over his short hair.

"That's nice to know" She whispered, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck before pulling back, "Thanks - I didn't mean to completely fall apart, I mean... I never fall apart" She told him, a determined note in her voice, looking a tad embarrassed.

"Don't sweat it - I mean, if I found out my dad was a homicidal Alpha werewolf, I would probably break apart too" Stiles said without thinking, then his eyes went wide and his heartbeat increased, "I mean, no, no not like that, I didn't mean to- um, I just meant I understand because... because Peter is-" Stiles rambled, trying to make up for putting his foot in his mouth - again - but Kayla cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips, making Stiles forget what he was ever rambling about in the first place.

"I know what you meant" She smirked, pulling back, "It's fine don't worry - but I, uh, I guess I should be heading off" She murmured, frowning as she looked at the door and Stiles saw her put that mask back on, that one that covered up whatever the hell it was she was feeling. Kayla did not want to go home, that much was obvious. At least to him.

"Why don't you just stay here" He blurted out, not thinking about the very, very, _very_ obvious underlining suggestion that normal people would think about, as Kayla raised her eyebrows at him.

"Are you sure?" She questioned, looking between him and the door, "What would your dad say about a girl sleeping over?" She said teasingly and Stiles immediately shook his head, waving his hand at the door as though his dad's opinion wasn't important.

"Pfffft, he won't mind... I'm sure" He added, shrugging, "Honestly, it's no problem, I mean... I'll sleep on the couch or something" He told her, rather awkwardly - they may have slept in the same bed before but that was only because Kayla was half out of her mind with pain and he was just... there, and then before either of them could get used to the idea, Derek, the big bad werewolf, Derek frigging Hale, Kayla's frigging older cousin, had interrupted them so, yeah, he would sleep on the couch.

"What are we, from the 1800's?" Kayla chuckled, as Stiles looked at her, confused, "We can sleep in the same bed ya know, it's not completely frowned upon - except maybe from your dad of course" She said and Stiles felt his cheeks heat up. Oh. Oh. _Oh._

"Uh... sure, I mean... great, yeah, I - we - can totally do that, totally" Stiles rambled, giving her a small thumbs up, "Good" He added and Kayla smiled at him, running a hand up and down his arm.

"You're not... nervous are you?" She asked him teasingly, looking like she was trying hard not to laugh.

"What? M-Me? No, no... why would I be nervous? Do I need to be nervous?" He stuttered, his body full of nerves. Honestly, with that flirty yet highly suggestive tone in her voice, it did make his mind go blank for a few seconds. They'd only been dating for a few days, probably not long enough to even think about doing _that, _but that didn't stop him - after all he was a guy. Duh.

She just smirked, eyes glinting as she asked, "What side do you prefer?"

"W-What?" He squeaked, eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at her.

"Of the bed Stilinski" She rolled her eyes playfully, "Mind outta the gutter"

"Oh, um... any side, I usually end up in the middle or hanging off so y'know... makes no difference" He shrugged, gulping as she took his hand in her own and dragged them both on the bed, Kayla taking the further off side as she buried herself under the covers, her head poking out. Stiles was just kneeling on the bed, staring down in astonishment because, damn, he actually had a girl in his bed? Holy crap. Scott would never believe this.

"Well?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows and Stiles shook his head out of the daze he was currently in. What? Huh? "Are you coming in or not cause, ya know, it is your bed after all" She chuckled and Stiles nodded, pulling back the covers but stopping.

"Uh, I'm just gonna... change... into clothes... I mean, other clothes, preferably sleeping clothes cause that's what we're going to do... sleep" He mumbled, shaking his head at his own stupidity. Really Stiles? He thought in exasperation, there was no need to turn into a stuttering idiot. Kayla nodded as she rested her head back against the pillows, looking absolutely exhausted as Stiles pulled out another pair of sweatpants - well, Kayla was wearing the ones he was going to - and a plain grey T-shirt. As quietly as he could he tip-toed across the room, just in case Kayla did drop off to sleep, but ended up stumping his toe on the doorframe and let out a string of cuss words, before sticking his fist in his mouth and cringing.

"You don't have to creep about Stiles" Kayla said lightly - Stiles just gave a short nod in acknowledgement, before crossing the hall and into the bathroom, quickly stripping off his clothes, getting prepared to just dump them on the floor like he usually did but his eyes caught Kayla's soaking wet clothes hanging neatly on the radiator - and he knew for a fact Kayla wasn't a 'neat' person, so that was a clue to just how 'not herself' she felt. Actually, he wasn't even sure Kayla could be that _neat _but he was pleasantly surprised.

Okay, whoa, look away, look away, look away, Stiles chanted, turning away, flushing red - he did totally just not see his girlfriends bra hanging there, no, nope, no way - just a trick of the mind, nothing all. shaking his head he walked out of the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him and letting out a loud yelp as he turned around, face to face with his dad.

"Holy cr- dad, where did you come from?" He gasped, looking around nervously.

"I live here Stiles, I pay the bills, where else would I be?" His dad asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Heh, yes, of course, I mean... I knew that"

"Glad to hear it" His dad shot back, "But is your friend okay? Kayla looked to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown - are you sure we don't need to call her mom" His dad commented, concerned, and Stiles shook his head, immediately protesting.

"No" He stated loudly, causing his dad to raise his eyebrows at him, "I mean... don't do that - it's um... family problems, yeah seriously big family problems, like so major it could cause world war three" Stiles said with an affirmative nod, praying to god his dad didn't call her mom - it would just end in disaster.

"Um... okay" His dad relented, "But just answer me one question" And Stiles nodded, leaning forward slightly, "How are you going to deal with an emotional teenage girl?" And Stiles gaped, slightly offended.

"I-I can deal with problems - I'm like, a super genius in that area" He protested as his dad just sent him an unconvinced look, "Seriously, I think being her boyfriend means I'm gonna have to learn to excel in that area"

"Boyfriend? Since when did that happen?" His dad exclaimed, looking around in shock from the bedroom door to Stiles.

"Uh... fifty two and a half hours ago" Stiles told his dad, realising he actually forgot to tell him he was now in a relationship because everything else had been so hectic. Oops.

"Wow... well, um... that good right? I mean, that's... great" His dad said, patting his shoulder, "Just, um... remember to, you know..." He trailed off, looking slightly out of place and awkward as Stiles just frowned, "You know... be safe, because-" And Stiles' eyes went wide and he started spluttering.

"Oh my god dad" Stiles exclaimed loudly before looking nervously towards the bedroom door, "Really? Now? You want to have that talk with me... now?"

"Well, she is staying over, I just want to make sure-"

"Dad" Stiles whined, blushing a crimson red, "Please, please, please don't say anymore" Stiles pleaded, sending his dad a desperate look and his dad threw up his hands, backing away slightly.

"Fine, fine okay - I trust you" His dad said, turning around and walking back to his own bedroom, but turning around with a smirk, "And I'm not saying 'no' forever to the idea of grandkids, just wait until you're finished school, yeah?" And Stiles could've just died right then and there. On the floor. That was how mortified he was.

"Well, that's just...uh...nice to have your blessing pops" Stiles said, shaking his head as he opened the door to his bedroom and quietly walked in, this time staying extra alert in case he caused an avalanche in his room. He reached his bed and looked down - Kayla was sound asleep, her breathing nice and even, eyelids fluttering ever so slightly. Stiles bit his lip as he lowered himself down onto the bed, trying not to make it creak, and sliding down so slowly he felt like an old grandma or something.

"Hmmmmm... Stiles?" Kayla asked sleepily, looking like she was trying to open her eyes but failing miserably as she stretched out.

"Uh, yeah... Stiles here" He said, waving but realising it was futile because she was practically dead to the world, well, almost, "Um... I didn't mean to wake you" He apologised, now lying fully down on the bed, trying to get comfortable.

"It's fine" She said tiredly, turning over and sliding a hand up his chest, pulling herself up on her elbows to lean over him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Stiles responded by threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her body on top of his. Honestly - it was difficult to think or do anything else when she kissed him like _that_.

When Stiles got to the breathless stage of the kiss, he pulled back, leaning his head on the pillow and breathing heavily. wow, wow, wow, wow - he did never want to ever stop doing _that_.

"Mmmmmm" Kayla moaned softly, resting her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his torso, "You kissing me like that is nothing for me wanting to sleep" She murmured with a quiet chuckle and Stiles gaped - Okay, um... wow. Stiles just smiled in the darkness before gently wrapping an arm around her waist, about to open his mouth to reply, but realising she was, in fact, fast asleep.

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><p>"Stiles, I promise, it's fine... I'll see you at school" Kayla laughed as Stiles held the front door open, biting his lip, indecision shining in his eyes.<p>

"Yeah but, maybe seeing your mom right now wouldn't be such a good thing" He protested, "It's bad enough your cousin is on the run for potential-murder, I really don't want my girlfriend to be a convict as well" He said, then furrowed his eyebrows in thought, "Which would be incredibly awkward considering my dad is the sheriff and all"

Kayla rolled her eyes, "Stiles, I have to go home at some point - I can't exactly keep wearing your clothes"

"Why not?" Stiles demanded desperately, "You suit them better than I do"

"Well, for one, Lydia would kill me" Kayla smiled, as realisation dawned in Stiles' eyes, "And, forget me being on the run, I show up to school like this Lydia would make sure I was six feet under by the end of the day" Kayla chuckled with a small shake of her head.

"But... ughhhh" Stiles groaned, obviously trying to think of something to counter her argument, "Fine - we'll call Scott - with his amazing werewolf abilities, I'm sure he could grab you a few things without people seeing him"

Kayla laughed, pulling him into a quick goodbye kiss - there was no way he was going to convince her otherwise, "You're adorably sweet sometimes but the answer is still no" She laughed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, "I'll see ya in a bit" She gave a quick wave and then she was down the porch steps and briskly walking back to her house.

"But, wait - I mean... Ughhh, women are impossible" She heard Stiles curse and smiled - yeah, sometimes they really were but she had to face her mom at some point - there was no point in running away from her problems because they would just come back to bite her in the ass.

When she got to her house she took a deep breath, letting the door swing open. The house was quiet - maybe no one was home, hopefully, but when she walked further down the hall she saw her mom and aunt sitting in the lounge, looking to be in deep conversation until Jane saw her and nudged her mom, and they both look up immediately.

"Kayla" Her mom exclaimed, relieved, almost knocking over her coffee in a haste to stand up, "I-I was worried" She stated and Kayla resisted a scoff - yeah right - since her dad, well, technically uncle now, and brother were killed, her mom just didn't care about much anymore, much less where Kayla had been the previous night.

"Sure" She said, disbelief lacing her voice, before shaking her head - she promised herself she wouldn't let her emotions get in the way, "Look, I'm running late for school, I gotta go" Kayla said, trying to excuse herself from the major tension build up, but her aunt's voice stopped her.

"Where were you?" She asked, looking at her in concern and frowning at the very obvious change of clothes she was wearing - after her dad, uncle, whatever, and brother were killed yeah, she went off the rails - out every night with her troublesome boyfriend and rolling in the next morning either hung over or completely out of it, hell, sometimes she wouldn't come home at all - but there was no way she was going down that path again, no way, couldn't they at least trust her for like half a second?

"At Stiles'" She replied back in a hard voice, "I wasn't exactly going to stay here now, was I?"

"You could've called and let us know you were okay" Jane shot back, a disapproving look etched on her face.

"Why? It's not like she cares anyway" Kayla snapped, clenching her fists.

"Your mom does and so do I - we were worried sick" Jane exclaimed and Kayla felt a little bad - her mom may not care as much as she had but her aunt Jane always did, she was the one that helped get the old Kayla back, not her mom.

"Yeah, well..." Kayla trailed off, shaking her head and striding towards the stair case, "We'll talk later I just really need to get to school" And with that she took off up the stairs, slamming her door and breathing heavily. Okay, it was good she didn't completely lose it like last night, right? It showed she was getting better at controlling her temper - well, maybe.

It didn't take her long to get ready for school - a quick wash, brushed through her hair and slapped a light layer of make up on and changed her clothes. She actually kind of wished she could keep them on actually considering they were incredibly comfortable and the fact that they were Stiles' just made it better but she knew Lydia would kill her and she couldn't deal with that right now. At least, not today.

Instead of having to face her aunt and mom and go through another awkward and incredibly infuriating situation, Kayla opened her bedroom window, throwing her bag out so it hit the ground with a thud and jumped down, landing gracefully on her feet. Well, that was one way to avoid that situation.

She got into the school just as the final warning bell rang and rushed off to French, taking her seat next to Allison hurriedly, ignoring her friend's confused glance.

"Why are you late?" She questioned, spinning her pen around.

"Allison... I'm always late" Kayla chuckled light heartedly, pulling her stuff from her bag.

"Yeah, except today you look like you were late for a reason and not just because you couldn't be bothered" Allison replied, raising her eyebrows and giving Kayla a knowing look.

"You're right, but um... later yeah?" She whispered as Allison nodded, looking intrigued. The French class seemed to go a lot slower than normal as Kayla watched the second hand tick and she could've sworn it had just stopped altogether. Then, finally, the bell rang and all the students starting packing up hurriedly so Kayla copied them, throwing her stuff in.

"So what's going on?" Allison asked as they walked from the classroom and towards the lockers.

"Oh you know, family crap" Kayla replied as Allison sent her a sympathetic look, "Basically, they've all been lying to me my whole life... I guess you know what that feels like" Kayla said without even thinking and then realising the big mistake she had just made, "I mean... you said earlier you think they're keeping things from you" Kayla corrected, blowing out a breath when Allison didn't seem to question her choice of words.

"They are" She confirmed, swapping over some books at her locker, "And I don't get why - if you care about someone like family are supposed to then you tell them the truth, you don't keep secrets" Allison said with a shake of the head and Kayla frowned, trying to keep a neutral look plastered on her face - they all were keeping secrets from Allison and Kayla knew when she found out, which would be soon, she would be so far beyond pissed at the lot of them.

"Yeah, I know - it's always better to know than not to know" She told Allison, feeling bad for saying that when she was deliberately telling lies to Allison but it wasn't her secret to tell - it was up to Scott and her parents, not one of her friends, right?

"So, what did your mom keep from you?" Allison inquired, finishing closing her locker and turning around to stare at her.

Okay, she had told Stiles - mainly because he was there - and confided in him but could she do the same to Allison? She knew she could trust her friend but Kayla had always had a problem with opening up and talking about her 'problems' - and what if, when, Allison found out about werewolves she would hate her because she was Peter's biological daughter, the judgment from those that knew would probably never end, because she was the bastard child of a frigging psychotic Alpha.

"Oh, uh..." Luckily she was cut off by Lydia's shrill voice as she flounced over to them, a very unhappy look plastered on her face.

"Can you believe Jackson? He's strutting about this school as though our break-up meant nothing to him - and I know I meant something to him, I mean something to everyone" Lydia opened up as a form of greeting, giving a deliberate roll of her eyes. Allison and Kayla shared a look.

"Lydia... Jackson's an ass - I'm sorry, but he is - and you can do way better than him" Kayla said, shrugging slightly and sending Allison a 'help' look - she wasn't so good at the whole 'girl' thing so when people break up, what do you do? Allison sent her a smirk before placing her hands on Lydia's shoulders.

"You're Lydia Martin, okay? When do you let a guy like Jackson Whitmore belittle you?" Allison smirked, obviously trying to make Lydia feel better about herself, and it seemed to work because Lydia nodded determinedly, a sudden fierceness lighting up her eyes.

"You know what Allison Argent? You're right" Lydia exclaimed, "I can be so much better than any other girl he decides to fawn over and I'll show him what he's missing out on so he comes back, begging for more" Lydia said, a hard note in her voice that showed she was scheming something, before looking up at the two of them with a bright smile, a complete contrast to five seconds before, "Want to go shopping later? I need cheering up"

"No" Kayla said immediately before Allison could speak up, "I've been shopping with you before when you demanded I go on that god awful date and it was the worst two hours of my life"

"Dramatic much?" Lydia said, twirling a strand of strawberry blonde hair around her finger, "But I think it will be incredibly beneficial - especially considering you're the only one out of us with an actual boyfriend" Lydia pointed up, "Which, I still find ridiculous by the way, how come you have a boyfriend and I don't?" Lydia asked with a frown, as if she couldn't grasp the idea.

"I don't know Lydia" Kayla chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Allison just as the older woman receptionist walked up to them, glasses perched at the end of her nose.

"Ah, Miss Hale, I'm glad I found you" She said relieved and Kayla frowned, looking at Allison and Lydia in confusion, "Our tannoy system is down for the day but your dad is here to see you" And that snapped Kayla out of her staring - no, no way, no - not at school with her friends, friends that were incredibly delicate right now, and she felt the colour draining from her face.

"W-What?" She managed to get out, feeling her heart rate increase.

"Your dad sweetie - he says it urgent, you can just head to the office and meet him" The receptionist replied kindly before walking away, leaving the three friends standing there in astonishment.

"I thought your dad was dead" Lydia piped up, frowning and Kayla saw Allison nudge her to shut her up.

"He is" Kayla replied faintly, "Yeah, this is the family problems I was talking about" She directed the last bit to Allison, adjusting her messenger bag and taking a deep breath - Peter wouldn't do anything at school right? That would be incredibly stupid of him and if there was one thing Peter was, it wasn't stupid - he was smart and cunning, that's for sure.

"I'll be back...maybe" She said faintly, about to walk away but turned back around to face her two friends - Peter was planning something so that meant staying as close to her very human friends as possible - "Actually, on second thought - I will go shopping just... wait for me after school, yeah?"

Lydia clapped happily, sending her a pleased look, "Now that is what I'm talking about - you won't regret it" Lydia smiled as Allison sent her a concerned look, biting her lip and looking like she wanted to say something, but Kayla turned around and strode towards the office, clenching and unclenching her fists nervously - she did not want to see Peter, not now, not ever, but apparently fate had other plans.

She nodded to the receptionist before walking out of the front door, looking around for Peter. And she spotted him, not far off but what she saw made her gape - what the hell? Derek was standing beside him, looking quite at ease, as though... they had a truce? No way.

"What the hell" Kayla muttered, "Derek" She exclaimed, striding over to them angrily, "What in god's name are you doing with him?" She demanded, crossing her arms and avoiding looking at Peter, instead choosing to glare at Derek.

"Since Derek realised the true meaning of family Kayla - something I was hoping you would too" Peter answered for him, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"You wouldn't know the true meaning of family if it bit you in the ass" Kayla snapped, resisting the temptation to smack him, "Have you forgotten that he killed your sister? That he killed Laura in cold blood or is that just no big deal" Kayla glared at Derek as she asked him, anger bubbling in her chest. Derek's jaw clenched, his eyes turning suspiciously glassy as he gave her a very pointed look and Kayla realised what was happening - Derek was up to something, she had no idea what, but he had a plan - she needed to trust him.

"Now now Kayla, put those kitty kat claws away before you scratch someone's' eyes out" Peter tsked her, sending her an unreadable look. Kayla just shot him a look before rolling her eyes and getting prepared to walk away, fed up with this bullshit, but Peter grabbed her arm, halting her.

"Ah... I see it's healing quite nicely" He commented, inspecting her wrist curiously underneath all the bangles Kayla had unwillingly put on this morning to cover up the wound, "This will be an experiment that's results I will be very interested to see" He told her with a smirk and Kayla pulled her arm away roughly, hating the fact that he touched her.

"Don't touch me" She growled, taking a few steps backwards.

Peter just smiled at her in that creepy way, like he enjoyed getting under her skin, "Kayla... you're going to join Derek and I - it's the least you could do after everything. Help take revenge on those that murdered your own flesh and blood - help us" He told her, eyes wide as he explained gleefully, and Kayla shook her head immediately.

"No way in hell would I ever help _you" _She snarled, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face.

"Okay then" Peter relented, and Kayla's mouth opened in shock - would he really give up that easily? "I'll make things simpler for you" He proposed and Kayla scoffed, of course he wouldn't give up that easily, she felt stupid just thinking he would, "You don't do as I want, as what your own father wants you to do then... I'll give your boyfriend the bite" He said, and both she and Derek whipped their heads in Peter's direction in shock.

"Y-You wouldn't" Kayla stated, trying to call him out on his bluff.

"Wouldn't I? Just try me" He challenged, eyes turning red as Kayla exhaled loudly, running a hand through her hair - what the hell was she supposed to do now?

**A.N) Sorry I didn't update yesterday but I hope you all enjoyed this next instalment and I would appreciate any feedback at all, like seriously, I will love you all so please review! peace out! x :)**


	26. Chapter 26 - It was a date?

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"So, you would turn Stiles... even though it would mean you would never get Scott in your pack" Kayla said, trying to think of any excuse as to why Peter should definitely not turn Stiles. Derek was standing there, jaw clamped shut, though she could see he was just dying to say something, to speak up. Peter laughed, a free laugh that showed how ridiculous he thought she was being.

"Ah Kayla... It may even help get Scott in my pack - but now you're just grasping at straws" He told her politely, holding his hands behind his back, "Help us, help your own flesh and blood... or suffer the consequences" He said bluntly, his cold gaze piercing right through her.

"I'm not 'grasping at straws'" She fumed, anger bubbling to the surface but Peter held up a finger, a pleasant smirk on his face, effectively telling her to shut up.

"You have to learn to control that temper Kayla - it's not healthy" He advised, sending her a smug look.

"Oh, you mean like you? Yeah, cause killing people is a _great _way to deal with your emotions, I mean really, gold star for you" Kayla replied back sarcastically, a hard edge to her voice as she crossed her arms, glaring at Peter.

"It's effective though - I mean, look at me now" Peter grinned, spreading his arms wide, "Aren't I fabulous?" He added, before letting out a chuckle and returning to his normal stance, hands clasped behind his back.

"Oh yes, you're like a poster boy for mental health issues" Kayla snapped, feeling anger as he continued to smirk at her, like her losing her temper was exactly what he wanted.

"I like your snark Kayla, I really do, but we're pressed for time - lots more killing to do" He grinned, walking forward and beginning to circle her, much like a lion to prey, and it sent shivers up her spine, "So, put me out of my misery" Peter said dramatically, "Are you with us or do I really have to bite that pet of yours?" He asked and Kayla sent Derek a desperate look. She certainly did not want to help Peter but she had to do everything she could to keep Stiles safe - the two conflicting ideas fought against each other in her brain, making her head spin. Peter's hand stroked down her hair, reminding Kayla of what her dad, the person she had grown up with, used to do, and that made her flinch.

"Times a ticking sweetheart" And Kayla blew out a breath, meeting Derek's gaze. He inclined his head ever so slightly, eyes flitting between her and Peter and, although half the time they fought like cat and dog, they did understand each other really easily and she got his message - pretend to help Peter, and think of a plan B.

"Fine" Kayla snapped, spinning around, and grabbing Peter's arm, keeping it the hell away from her, "Fine, whatever, you want my help? You got it - but, just a tip, blackmailing people into helping you will one day bite you in the ass - hopefully, a lot sooner than later" She warned, glowering at him but he just smirked, leaning forward, closer than Kayla would've liked.

"Aw... trying to help dear old dad?" He chuckled but Kayla bit the inside of her cheek to stop from letting out a string of curse words at him, "Thank you for the concern but, I think I know a thing or two more than you" He said smugly, getting prepared to prance off to wherever the hell it was he was going, but Kayla's anger finally exploded.

"Yeah" Kayla agreed, "A thing or two more about being a complete and utter physco" She fumed, resisting the urge to smack him repeatedly but Peter just turned around, a lopsided smile gracing his lips.

"Apples don't fall far from the tree... sweetheart" He grinned, making Kayla's heart drop down to her stomach, "I'll be in touch" He grinned mysteriously before slowly walking away, probably for dramatic effect, which is all that Peter seemed to care about apparently, a reluctant Derek trailing behind him.

Kayla was left standing there on the grass like a frigging statue because, Peter may be a dick, but if there's one thing she learnt... he's a great interpreter, managing to manipulate situations to his advantage to get what he wants, and Kayla was determined to not play into his game. She was _not _him, no where close, she was not going to be his father's daughter. No way. No. Not gonna happen.

Derek would surely have a plan, he had to, and they would take Peter down and everything would go back to normal - hopefully. The warning bell rung loudly, alerting her to the fact she was supposed to be in class and she cursed. Peter just ruined everything - damn him. She sprinted down the corridors, twisting each corner, because now she actually knew where she was going, and skidded into the English classroom, making everyone stare up at her. Stiles was the first one to, however, because he looked to be in the middle of a verbal tennis match with the teacher, but he stopped immediately when he saw her, relief in his eyes.

"Glad you could join us Miss Hale" The teacher said disapprovingly, shaking his head as Kayla walked down the aisle to take her seat, "So Mr Stilinski, do you think you can now control the urge to disrupt my class?" And Kayla looked at him in confusion, then to Scott, who tried to give her a very pointed look but she had no idea why. Just because she could read Derek's look didn't mean she could make out Scott's.

"Yes" Stiles huffed, dramatically throwing himself back down onto the wooden seat, and the teacher nodded, waddling back to his desk, but Stiles turned around clumsily, both him and Scott looking at her with wide eyes.

"What happened? Lydia said your dad came to reception, what was he wanting?" Stiles whispered, really really loudly, and Kayla leaned to the side, shaking her head.

"Stiles - you're being loud again" She whispered as he floundered about for a few seconds, almost sliding off his seat, and grabbing the desk for support, "And later, we can't exactly discuss these types of 'problems' in the middle of English class" Kayla told him but Scott leaned to the side, much like Stiles, and Kayla couldn't help but smirk - these two really needed a lesson in subtly.

"I don't understand" Scott stated, looking like a confused lost puppy and both her and Stiles just sent him a unimpressed look, "Your dad... but your dad is... not here" Scott said delicately and Kayla's head whipped around to stare at Stiles in astonishment.

"You didn't tell him?" She questioned in shock because Stiles told Scott _everything._

"Was I supposed to?" Stiles replied in bewilderment, "I mean... you were kind-of upset and everything..." He trailed off awkwardly as Scott, poor little Scottie, just looked even more confused.

"Yes... it's not exactly a 'family secret' anymore" Kayla shrugged, shivering slightly at the reminder than Peter was her dad - of all the people her mom could've had an affair with it just had to be him, didn't it? Stiles didn't seem to have a problem with it so far, she just hoped Scott was as accepting.

"Okay then..." Scott said, shaking his head in confusion, "Did Stiles tell you about the Derek situation?" Scott whispered, now fully turned around in his seat to become a better part of the conversation.

"You _knew_?" She shrieked, a tad louder than was probably acceptable in the middle of English class when they were supposed to be having a secret conversation, but the teacher still heard them - obviously. Stiles grimaced, sending Scott a 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-slowly-look, and Scott bit his lip, realising he had put his foot in his mouth.

"Miss Hale, Mr McCall and of course, Mr Stilinski, I should've known you'd be involved in this, kindly take yourselves down to the principles office" The teacher said, sighing tiredly, not sounding angry just.. fed up. Kayla snapped her head up, seeing everyone's eyes on them and rolled her own. Great. She picked up her bag, sending Allison a smirk as the girl looked like she was fighting back a giggle fit and walked over to the door, turning back around as Scott huffed, throwing his bag over his shoulder and dragging his feet over to her, but Stiles, being well... Stiles, just had to trip over his desk and almost fall into Allison's back. Oh my god. The class erupted into laughter and Stiles flushed as he practically sprinted over to them as the teacher called out to them,

"And please make sure you three go straight to the Principle's office or else I'll be forced to give you a week's worth of detentions" He warned and Kayla nodded as the three of them escaped the classroom.

"First of all" Kayla stated, smacking Stiles over the head, "And" She continued, doing the same to Scott's because, well, she could.

"Ow" The two boys exclaimed at the same time, Stiles a bit more dramatically than Scott of course, "What was that for?" He exclaimed, looking completely mortified.

"You know what that was for" She replied, rolling her eyes as she began to stride towards the principle's office.

"You're starting to sound more like Derek everyday" Stiles sulked and she shot him a glare.

"Okay, okay... before you two get into your domestics, would someone like to tell me what the hell is going on" Scott piped up, coming between the two of them, probably afraid they would get into a bitch slap fight in the middle of the corridor.

"Long story short... My mom had an affair with Peter, Peter is my dad, Derek is only pretending to work with him and Peter wants me to help him too" She said bluntly, crossing her arms as she walked briskly.

"Wait... _what?" _Scott exclaimed, throwing his arms out, "Peter is your... and he... and you... oh boy" He murmured, looking at Kayla like she was a frigging alien or something.

"Stop looking at me like that" She exclaimed.

"Like what?" Scott replied back in confusion.

"Like that" She pointed out with a roll of her eyes.

"Well I cant see my own face" Scott said, trying to neutralise his look.

"Like you're afraid I'm gonna go all 'Wolverine' on you" She replied with another roll of her eyes, "Cause I'm not ya know - just because Peter was stupid enough to donate his sperm, it doesn't mean I'm him" She replied, beginning to feel frustrated with the stereotypical-ness, "I mean... I hate his guts okay? I want him gone just like you do"

"I know" Scott said calmly, sending her a soft look, "I'm sorry, it was just a... shock - I know you're on our side" He gave her a lopsided smile and Kayla relaxed - good, because if she ever got compared to Peter again she may just lose her cool for good.

"Well, yeah... about that" She said sheepishly, and almost laughed at Stiles' and Scott's mortified looks, like she was just pretending to be their friends all along to get information, "keep your pants on - it's not what you're thinking but I may have to play double agent for a while" And the two boys gaped at her.

"W-What?" Stiles squeaked, looking at her in shock, "What are you talking about?"

"It was the terms of the agreement... either I do as he says or he'll bite you, and not in the good way either" Kayla explained, plonking herself down on the seats outside the principles office. Stiles' and Scott's eyes both widened dramatically and Stiles let out a series of choking noises.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked, looking at Stiles in fear and Kayla nodded, but tried to put on a calm face because the two of them looked to be on the verge of a panic attack, "But I won't let him.. don't worry" She reassured, looking at Scott and then her eyes flitted over to Stiles as he took a seat next to her, placing a comforting hand on his, her thumb gently rubbing circles on the skin.

"But if he wants me in his pack... he wouldn't attack Stiles... it makes no sense" Scott muttered to himself, looking so stressed Kayla almost suggested taking the day off and going to a spa.

"It kinda does actually" Kayla told him, ignoring the astonished glance he gave her, "What better way to get to you than through the people you care about most? Not to sound depressing or anything" She said lightly, leaning back in the seat, still rubbing circles on Stiles' hand that was shaking, just ever so slightly.

"Oh and that reminds me" Kayla piped up, hating the silence between the three of them, "Stiles would it be okay if you, uh... take Lydia to the formal?" She asked, cringing when she realised how bad that sounded and knew Stiles would probably take it the wrong way. Which he did. Of course. His head snapped up in her direction, eyes wide as he looked at her with a hurt look.

"W-What? Why?" He questioned, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Stiles chill - I'm not breaking up with you" She chuckled, and had to restrain from laughing anymore when Stiles let out a really loud relieved sigh, "I'm just gonna be busy with helping Derek, well, that and the fact I hate school dances... urghh" She shivered, "So cliché - and, after today, I'm more than convinced Peter will try and get through us through our friends so maybe you can, like, protect her?" Kayla asked, and had the satisfaction of seeing Scott's wide eyes stare - yeah, it wasn't every day a girl tells their boyfriend to go to a dance with another girl but, then again, Kayla wasn't just any girl.

"Um... I mean, are you, like, sure?" Stiles stuttered, frowning at Scott in confusion, "Because... y'know... wouldn't it get... awkward?" He questioned, biting his bottom lip and Kayla looked between the two boys. Okay, what she proposed wasn't that bad - honestly, it wasn't like she asked him to impregnate her friend or anything.

"Yes" She replied slowly, "It's a stupid school dance Stiles - it's not like a date or anything" She laughed, shaking her head but, judging by the very pointed look Scott was giving her, it made her backtrack. Oh crap. She bit her lip and stared at Stiles who, poor guy, looked as though whatever master plan he was cooking up, just got thrown in the dumpster.

"Oh" She murmured, "_Oh" _She added, "Right, uh...sorry" She shrugged, looking at Scott for some kind of help but her friend just snorted and looked away, a pleasant smirk plastered on his face. Crap. Way to go Kayla.

"Um... yeah, okay" Kayla murmured, lost for words, which hardly ever happened, "I mean... scrap that idea - forget I ever suggested that just... rewind a minute... You take Lydia, make sure she gets there safe and doesn't go with some useless jock that would just take advantage of her and I'll come... I mean, I'll be there, but... I'll be late - probably, I mean, I'm always late" She rambled, trying to make up for her mistake - just because she thought school dances were cliché and dates were a waste of money didn't mean other people did too. Stiles face lit up and she was glad she changed her mind.

"Really?" He asked, looking like he had just won a billion dollars, "You mean that?"

Kayla rolled her eyes playfully, "Well I couldn't exactly refuse a face like that" She chuckled to herself as he leaned over the seats to kiss her and Kayla's eyes fluttered shut - if he did that every time she agreed with his ideas then she may just be tempted to agree all the time. Her hand slithered up his chest to grip at his T-shirt, pulling him even closer - she hated couples that were all over each other all the time but, damn... he was a good kisser.

She heard Scott let out a noise between a groan and a sigh and smirked against Stiles' lips, "I think we better stop before Scott has a breakdown" She chuckled, about to pull away, but Stiles' hands threaded through her hair as he shook his head.

"Nu uh - I had to deal with him being all over Allison... now it's his turn" Stiles murmured, before attacking her lips again and Kayla smiled as she heard Scott let out a disbelieving noise at what Stiles had said - but hey, she wasn't complaining.

"Fine by me" She smirked, complying to him - that was until the principle's door was opened and Kayla pulled away, a tad flustered, and looked up at the principle. He stared down at them in slight embarrassment but then looked at Scott, who was sitting next to Kayla, in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Oh, don't worry, this isn't some kinky threesome or anything... yet" She smirked playfully, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder, brushing past the principle and gliding into his office, having the satisfaction of hearing Stiles choke on his own salavia and Scott quickly trying to reassure the principle that she was just joking.

**A.N) I LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING! ha! Would really appreciate any feedback so please please please review - they are serious motivators. Also, Kate is going to play a big role in the next few chapters so woo hoo.**

**Also, on a completely different side note, I know we haven't finished season 3 yet but I spent a few hours writing a super sad scene that I'm going to include at the end of season 3 - start of season 4, depending - like seriously, I cried my eyes out because it's going to be so sad for both Kayla and Stiles and ahhh - just a teaser for you, and I cant wait to get to that season - hopefully I will start season 3 in a couple of months :)**

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	27. Chapter 27 - Meet the murderer

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"Allison, when you said you needed to run an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting" Lydia huffed out, sounding out of breath and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Well Lydia, if you actually decided to wear stable shoes instead of toppling about on those stilts, then maybe this 'hike' would've been easier for you" Kayla said playfully as she followed behind Allison, looking behind to see Lydia almost going over her ankle.

"I'm Lydia Martin - does it look like I have 'sensible shoes'?" She replied back, letting out a squeak as her ridiculously high heeled shoes sunk into a mossy part of the ground and Kayla grabbed her arm.

"Then Lydia Martin should really invest in a pair" Kayla told her, "And anyway, it hasn't been five miles... more like six" Kayla told her, yanking on her arm to keep up with Allison's purposeful strides - she knew Allison had something on her mind, something was troubling her, and she had a sinking idea of what.

"Don't act all cute" Lydia snapped, "These shoes cost me $600 - they'll be ruined" She whined, resembling a stroppy teenager.

"Then take them off and walk in your bare feet" Kayla reasoned with a roll of her eyes.

"No" Lydia immediately replied, "I would rather break my ankle"

"Whatever Lyd" Kayla chuckled as Allison turned around to look at them, her eyes on Lydia. "While we're here... I was meaning to ask you something" And Kayla heard Lydia gulp - she knew Lydia was thinking about the kiss she shared with Scott and yes, Kayla knew, Stiles had told her, but she hadn't told Allison - is that was this was about?

"Jackson asked me to the winter formal" And Kayla could hear the smirk in Allison's voice. Okay... Ow. Kayla but her lip and looked at Lydia, whose face was just a little put off, and when she said a little, she meant a lot, "Just as friends but I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first" Allison continued and Lydia sent Kayla a desperate look and all Kayla did was shrug - hey, Lydia got herself into this mess, she just better hope Allison valued their friendship more than a stupid kiss.

"Sure, as long as it's just friends" Lydia warned, sending a very pointed look to Allison's back. Kayla groaned quietly - she really hoped and prayed to god that her two friends would not get into a bitch fight right now. She crossed her fingers behind her back - honestly though, in all seriousness, why would two best friends fall out over a boy? It just wasn't worth it.

"Well, yeah, I mean... it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during Lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything" And Kayla could've heard a pin drop, the silence was that deafening.

"And here we go..." Kayla murmured, fully prepared for the bitch fight - which, she was so not getting involved in - hopefully. Lydia sent her a glare before looking fearfully at Allison and then at the large bow and arrows she was carrying.

"Don't worry Lydia - I don't Allison brought you out here to kill you" She reassured, laying a hand on Lydia's arm, "I mean - there's so much more effective ways to get rid of the competition" She added, holding back her laughter.

"I wouldn't be so sure" Lydia whispered back, shaking her head and standing up even straighter, mentally preparing herself for the full on apology she was about to give Allison.

"Hey Allison - you're not gonna murder Lydia are you?" Kayla chuckled as Lydia nudged her, but Kayla just nudged her back. "Oh, I dunno... what do you think Kayla?" Allison asked, "I mean, there's no one around... lots of empty acres to hide a body" Allison said back thoughtfully, though Kayla could tell she was just playing around, obviously wanting to crack Lydia and get her to apologise first.

"You're right there... so much ground to cover, no one would probably ever find her" Kayla replied back, as Lydia gave her a wide eyed stare, gulping noisily.

"Okay, okay - stop, just stop" Lydia interrupted them loudly, "Allison... I'm sorry for kissing Scott, I really am, okay? It was... wrong" Lydia said the word as if it was painful to say, neutralising her look into a more calm one, "But, if it's any consolation, I don't like him - he's all yours" Lydia said desperately as Allison turned around, giving Lydia the once over.

"I'm not mad Lydia" She sighed, and Lydia looked back, astonished, "I just don't understand why one of my best friends would do that to me" And Kayla took a step back, leaving her two friends to it.

"I crossed the line and I'm sorry... I was just... just jealous okay?" Lydia sighed and Kayla looked at her in shock - Lydia Martin, the most popular girl in school, was jealous of someone? The world must be ending.

"Why would you be jealous?" Allison asked curiously, loosing the hurt look and staring at Lydia in astonishment.

"Because Scott adores you, he worships the ground you walk on, Jackson never treated me like that so... I wanted to get back at him, show him that if he doesn't get his act together then I would be gone but, clearly, he didn't even care that much in the first place" Lydia admitted with a shake of her head, "I mean... I'm Lydia Martin okay, _the_ Lydia Martin - and I'm stuck in the middle of the god forsaken woods, ruining my $600 pair of shoes, freezing my ass off with no boyfriend, stuck going to the winter formal with a perv of a lacrosse player, while my two best friends judge me" Lydia rambled, letting out a long breath and folding her arms across her chest. Kayla snorted, sharing a look with Allison, though she could tell her friend was softening.

"Okay Lydia, don't have a breakdown" Kayla chuckled, trying to ease the tension because, damn, what a heavy conversation.

"Lydia..." Allison sighed, "I forgive you but... please just... don't do it again okay? Best friends don't do that to each other" Allison said with a soft smile and Lydia smiled back.

"I won't I promise - he uses too much tongue anyway" Lydia vowed, obviously trying to be light-hearted, and Kayla choked, looking at Lydia in shock. She thought Allison would take it the wrong way, what with it being a sensitive subject and all, but Allison just smirked back playfully, her fingers tapping against the bow and arrows.

"Yeah... I wouldn't push your luck too far Lydia" Kayla whispered, "Anyway, are we going or what? Because Lydia is right... it's freezing out here and I swear my legs are gonna fall off" Kayla said lightly, as Lydia sent her a smug look.

"Whose the one that should've worn suitable attire now, huh?" Her friend smirked, tottering forward as they walked beside Allison to go wherever the hell it was they were going.

"Hey... my shoes are flat so that if something jumps out of the trees and tries to maul us to death I can run away - you wouldn't be able to, and anyway, I always wear shorts" Kayla protested with a roll of her eyes.

"I know" Lydia sighed dramatically, "A complete and utter disaster if I ever saw one - don't you think Allison?" Her friend asked and Allison chuckled, looking at Kayla and Lydia.

"No I don't because Kayla can actually pull off a pair of shorts" She replied, before glancing around and suddenly veering off to the left - obviously knowing where she was going, thank god, because otherwise they would probably all get lost because, let's be real, does it look like Lydia has ever willingly gone into the woods before? The answer to that was a definite no.

Lydia threw up her gloved hands defensively, "All I'm saying is it wouldn't hurt to shake it up a bit - you would suit purple... maybe even a bright colour like red" Lydia hmmm'd and Kayla sighed. No, she could not deal with Lydia's fashion advice now or ever, never hopefully.

"Lydia..."

"No, I'm serious - we'll pick out an outfit for you today and when we all go shopping for a dress for the formal later on I'll help you, and I'm not taking no for an answer" Lydia said sternly, pointing a delicate finger in Kayla's direction, making Allison let out a giggle.

"Whatever" Kayla replied, completely uninterested - she was only going shopping to keep an eye on her friends, just to make sure Peter wouldn't try anything, not to get dressed up like a frigging Barbie doll.

Turns out the arrow Allison used? Was definitely used against werewolves. Like... specially designed to help kill them. Fun eh? And Kayla just kept staring at Allison, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but came up a blank. The only thing she could determine was the wheels turning in Allison's head and knew she was on the path to figure it out, like, really soon. She debated on whether to just tell Allison the truth right then and there, she was going to know soon enough, but decided to wisely keep her mouth clamped shut. The Argents would be pissed at her, Scott would be pissed, and Allison would probably never speak to again and get her checked into a mental hospital - especially considering Kayla couldn't exactly prove it to her, she didn't have a pair of K-nines or extra sharp claws - at least not yet, and she hoped it stayed that way because if things went the way Peter wanted them to, then all hell would break loose.

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><p>Later that night as Kayla walked around Beacon hills, doing anything and everything she could to actively avoid her mom, her phone started ringing to the tune of "1985" by Bowling for soup, one of her favourite songs, and she answered it immediately when she saw Stiles' name flashing up on the screen.<p>

"Hey" She greeted, "What's up?"

"Okay - so Peter is trying to get to Scott through his mom - like seriously, he took her out to dinner and everything... well, was going to before I crashed my jeep into his ridiculously shiny car... hey, wouldn't that be weird if Peter married Scott's mom - cause then you would be like, step siblings, how weird is that? Wait...but that's not the point" Stiles was rambling, making Kayla have to focus hard to determine what the hell he was trying to say, "He kept giving me this look like he wanted to rip my throat out - but I don't know if that's because I bashed his car, ruined his date or is dating his daughter? What do you think?" He didn't give her a chance to answer, however, before he was rambling again, "Okay I'm getting off topic again - the point is, Jackson is somehow involved in this and I know you said Derek was just playing along with Peter's plan but the way Scott said it... they're gonna kill Jackson" And after that exceptionally long rambling speech, Kayla heard him let out a long exhale, sounding out of breath.

"Okay breathe" She said calmly, "Because if you don't, it will be you dead and not Jackson" She stated, already turning around and running back to her house.

"I'm-I'm breathing" She heard Stiles reply and smirked, "Good - okay... right, I'll go find Derek, talk him back before he does something so incredibly stupid and you, uh... you stay calm" She advised, turning a corner and striding down the street purposefully.

"How the hell am I supposed to stay calm with all 'this'-" Kayla could just imagine him waving his arms around wildly, -"going on" He exclaimed as Kayla opened the front door, walking in quietly.

"Because you just have to"

"Well that just helps me so much, thanks for that" Stiles replied sarcastically and she could just see him rolling her eyes.

"Look - I'll call you back when I know more"

"Wait... I mean... is it such a good idea to go round there? What if something happens? What if you get hurt?" He asked in worry, probably biting his bottom lip like he always did when he was fretting over something.

"And if I don't do something, Jackson could be the one that gets seriously hurt - he may be a complete dick but he's still a person, hell, I'd even go as far as calling him a friend" Kayla answered, striding up her stairs, keeping her voice lowered as to not alert her mom and aunt that she was home.

"But what about you?" Stiles demanded and Kayla softened her voice, trying to reassure him.

"I'll be fine - promise, but I have to go" She told him, opening her bedroom door and creeping in.

"Just so you know, if you die I'm not taking this suit back, I'll just charge the cost to your bank account" Stiles told her, completely seriously, and that stopped Kayla in her tracks. Okay, wow, he was taking this whole 'date-dance' thing incredibly seriously. Kayla felt... something, bubbling in her chest, she just didn't know what that 'something' was.

"You... you bought a suit?" She questioned, just standing in the middle of her room, her lips quirking.

"Uh...yeah, I mean... yes - wanted to make a good impression and all" He answered, somewhat nervously, and Kayla smiled.

"Well, I'm sure you'll look dashing, and I promise I will definitely be back to see that" She promised, smirking as she opened her wardrobe, pulling out a chest at the bottom and opening it, looking at the variety of weapons she owned, biting the inside of her cheek in thought.

"You better be" He warned, "Or else I swear I will send out a search party so big Beacon Hills will be over-run, okay?" He asked and Kayla couldn't help but feel touched by his concern - it made her feel warm and cared about, something that she kind of liked actually.

"See ya in a bit" She bid farewell, hanging up her phone, pulling out a knife and stuffing it in the back of her pants and also taking out a Taser, just in case Derek got too wolf-y - she knew he had the best intentions at heart but he could take things too far, like, _way_ too far to the point where he couldn't even see the line he had crossed.

She stood up, prepared to run back out the door and head on up to Derek's house, but when she turned around she saw her mom standing there, looking at her with a blank look plastered on her face.

"Where are you going?" She asked and Kayla rolled her eyes, pushing past her mom and walking out into the hallway.

"Werewolf business" She replied back sharply, stuffing the Taser in her pocket, "Hopefully, pulling Derek back from the edge"

"Kayla please, we haven't talked since... since you found out - don't you think we should talk?" Her mom pleaded, making Kayla's blood boil - she couldn't even look at her mom, let alone talk to her right now, why couldn't she see that? She had been lied to her whole life, and not just by her mom, by her 'dad' and everyone else - the whole of her family. So yes, she wasn't just mad at her mom, but at everyone else, and she felt a bit bad for thinking that - what kind of person was she for being angry at the dead? But she just _couldn't help it._

"Not really" Kayla answered bluntly, taking the stairs two at a time to try and get the hell out of there.

"No, you are going to listen to me _right now" _Her mom demanded in a harsh tone, making Kayla stop at the bottom of the stairs, shocked at her mom's incredibly mean tone that was so not like her at all, "I made a mistake, I hurt people, but we've all tried to move past that because it happened sixteen years ago - I'm not going to let you hold this over my head until the day that I die" Her mom said loudly and Kayla looked up at her, shaking her head.

"Seriously, mom? That's all you care about? Your guilt?" She scoffed, "Well, guess what, its not all about you - I don't care who my real father was because, to me, my dad was the one I grew up with, the one who used to take me fishing and who taught me how to ride a bike - not someone you just happened to screw about with" Kayla snapped hotly, "I just don't get why you couldn't tell me"

"You didn't need to know"

"I did" Kayla screamed, before sucking in a calming breath, "Look... I've got bigger problems to deal with right now okay? Because your _ex"_ Kayla said scathingly, "Is killing people, as in murdering people in cold blood, and stopping him actually makes the top of my list in priorities" She snapped, walking over to the front door and throwing it open, ignoring her mom's disbelieving noises.

"W-What? _Peter_ is doing this?" She asked in shock and all Kayla did was nod, clenching her fists to try and control her anger.

"Yes... you really have _great_ taste in men mom" She called out sarcastically over her shoulder before slamming the door shut. Wow... did she just act like a complete bitch or what? Somewhere, deep down, she tried to reassure herself that what she said was completely justified... they did lie to her her entire life, but at the same time, she kind of regretted it. She and her mom had always got on well, was Kayla really going to let a stupid asshole like Peter ruin everything like he did everything else?

Shaking her head, Kayla refocused back on the task at home. She would move past her anger and talk to her mom... later, once everything was all sorted out. Yes, yes that was what she would do. She owed her mom that much.

Giving her house one more sad look, she took off running down the street, desperate to get to Derek's before he did something stupid, something so incredibly stupid, just to get his own back at Peter. Jackson was deluded with the idea of control, of power, and she may hate him sometimes, but... he was a good person inside. He did care for Lydia no matter how hard he tried to deny it and he did care about other people - of course, it was buried under that cocky and arrogant attitude, but it was still there - the bite would ruin him. It just would.

Thankfully, due to her running track for years, she made it into the woods without getting too bad of a stitch, her legs pumping as she ran as fast as she could but, what she saw, actually made her backtrack. Jackson was running, or more like scampering through the woods as if his life depended on it, and that made worry flare up in her chest.

Oh shit.

"Jackson" She called out desperately, running forward and grabbing his arm, halting him to a stop, "What the hell is going on?" Jackson's eyes were wide though, sweat running down his face and he looked absolutely terrified... not scared, like _terrified_ to the point where he looked as though he was about to die. Before he could answer though a series of gunshots went off and Kayla's blood ran cold.

"Derek" She whispered, forgetting everything else, about to run forward, but this time it was Jackson that grabbed her arm, looking at her like she was mad. Which, in all honesty, she probably was.

"What the hell are you doing? Let's get the hell out of here" He demanded, trying to tug her forward but Kayla was having none of it. She yanked her arm from his grasp, glaring at him.

"No... I'm just about to leave my family there Jackson" She snapped, but pushed him forward, making him stumble, "But for the love of god, RUN, before they kill you too" She screamed, giving him one last shove before running towards the barely recognisable burnt down house, her heart hammering. The gun shots had now ceased but she heard Derek let out an almighty roar and knew it was all about to go down.

Not thinking properly, or at all really, she ran forward, skidding around the side of the house and saw one of the most awful sights she had even seen. Three guys were all pointing their guns at Derek, snarls on their faces, as Derek lay on the ground, panting for breath and Kate, frigging Kate Argent, had a boot planted firmly on his chest, a sprig of wolfs bane clasped tightly in her hands, taunting him with it.

"Ah... I see we have a guest" Kate smiled wickedly in her direction and a tall, buff guy pointed his gun at her and shot, making Kayla duck to avoid getting shot at.

"James, chill - this one we could actually use too... she's a Hale" Kate's voice drifted to her, making Kayla clench her fists in anger. What a bitch. _She's a Hale too? _Really?

"Yes... little Kayla Hale, not a werewolf but she's just as rotten as the rest of them" She could practically hear the smile in Kate's voice as she ducked to the side of the house, staying covered, "C'mon chic... stop hiding, we're all reasonable adults here" And Kayla snorted in distain - Kayla was more of an adult than that bitch.

"Or... I know one way to draw her out" Kate teased, "How about... come out and face the one that roasted your family alive?" And Kayla screwed her eyes shut, trying to block out Kate's taunting voice, "No? Well, how about try to take down the one that's about to tear your whole world apart? Hmmmm, or, I'm sure you have lots of questions about the hunters that slaughtered your dad and brother" And that... that was like the spark that started the fire.

Kayla stood up straight, eyes burning with rage, as she walked out from the safety that the hosue offered, pulling the knife from her pants pocket, limbs shaking with anger.

"See? Told ya it would work" Kate grinned and Kayla's jaw clenched.

"Don't you dare even talk about them" She threatened, "Don't you dare"

"Or what? What will a human teenage girl like you do?" Kate challenged, folding her arms across her chest and smirking at her - well that sent Kayla over the edge. She whipped the knife out in front of her, spinning it around in her hand and throwing it out in front of her, making it spin through the air and straight into the stomach of one of the hunters, making him stare at Kayla in shock.

"That" She growled, as Kate looked at her in admiration and the two other hunters raced forward to help the fallen one but Kayla found she honestly couldn't care about his wellbeing right now - not after everything Kate had just said. Maybe she was more like Peter than she cared to admit.

"You're good" Kate said, nodding, "But I'm better" And Kayla frowned, trying to figure out what the hell the bitch was talking about, and saw Derek's wide eyed stare in her direction, his mouth about to open in warning, but it was too late. Another hunter, that she hadn't noticed before, grabbed her round the neck suddenly, cutting off her air supply as everything around her went dark.

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><p>Okay... Ow - was Kayla's first thought as she groggily peeled her eyes open, what the hell? Her body was now on full alert as she jolted awake, her wrists cutting into the wire that held her in place. What? She was hanging next to Derek on the metal mesh when she met his eyes.<p>

"You're incredibly stupid do you know that?" Derek glowered at her, trying to tug himself free.

"Good to see you too" She snapped, trying to shake away the headache that was building up, "But seriously... what the hell?"

"You played into Kate's trap that's what - you went against everything we all taught you" Derek told her, and although he tried to put on a hard exterior, worry filled his voice.

"So did you" Kayla retorted, tugging on the wore, same as Derek, just as Kate slid open the metal door and that was when Kayla got a good look at where she was. In the basement of the Hale house... where her family died. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, but that may have been because Kate strolled in, happy as Larry, a smirk plastered on her lips.

"Glad you're awake - I thought Martin may have squeezed you just a little too hard" And Kayla glared at her, her lip curling.

"Ah... this is nice, isn't it? Bonding" Kate said, walking up to them, one hand running over Derek's chest seductively and Kayla almost gagged - okay, ew... what the hell? Derek bared his K-nines at Kate but she took no heed of it, casually slapping his cheek.

"Now, now Derek... that's no way to treat a lady" Kate smirked, "But then again... I'm no lady"

Okay, really, Kayla had the sudden urge to just empty her stomach contents all over the ground, that's how disturbing it was.

"Wow...neither of you are gonna talk? I had the impression we would have to gag you to get you to shut up" Kate said, leaning back and crossing her arms but then smirked at Derek, "Again" She added seductively and all the pieces fell in place for Kayla, but she wished they didn't.

Kate and Derek?

Derek and Kate?

Aw hell no.

Kayla's eyes went wide as she stared at the two of them and Derek screwed his eyes shut, as if trying to shake those memories away - and Kayla couldn't blame him because... damn, Kate, really?

Kayla shook her head, about to look away but Kate suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at her. Kate's eyes were wide with astonishment and... confusion? Why? What the hell was going on?

"Get off me" Kayla growled, flinching her head away from Kate's grasp and breathing heavily - if her arms were free she would tear Kate's limbs off, one by one, and feed them to her - that's just how mad she was.

"Your eyes..." Kate murmured, smirking slightly, "They're glowing" And Kayla's heart skipped a beat as she quickly looked at Derek and, judging by his flabbergasted expression, she was telling the truth. Damn - whatever Peter had wanted to happen, was, and that scared the living daylights out of her.

"They're glowing green" Kate murmured, taking a step back in shock, looking at her like she was some kid of mutant alien and Kayla felt her mouth gaping... what the hell?

**A.N) Okay, im just gonna come out and say it, Kayla hasn't been turned into a werewolf like scott was because that would just be too predictable ha! anyway, please please please review, I love to hear from you all, you're all awesome, and they're serious motivators! peace out lovelies :) x**


	28. Chapter 28 - Friendship tensions

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Kayla sucked in a deep breath, staring deeply into Kate's eyes. She wasn't afraid of her, she wasn't going to be scared of a big-headed, obnoxious bitch like her - no, it definitely was not going to happen. No way. She tilted her chin up, glaring into Kate's cocky face.

"Well of course they're green, that's what colour eyes I was born with - bitch" She snarled, trying to calm down her racing heart. Glowing green eyes? What the hell does that even mean? She wasn't a werewolf, she was sure of it, she didn't have that urge to kill and maim, or the feeling of intense strength coursing through her veins, so... what was Peter's plan? And he had to have a plan, if anything, she knew Peter _always_ had a plan.

"Well, you weren't born with glowing ones, were you?" Kate retaliated, smirking as she glanced sideways at Derek, "So, was this the big family secret huh? The one everyone was _dying _to cover up?" Kate smirked, sauntering over to Derek, her eyes gleaming and Kayla felt sick - oh god, they should really just get a room if they were going to keep up with all the 'reminiscing'.

"Now... you two are gonna tell me about the Alpha or... the outcome won't be pretty" Kate warned, sending Derek a very obvious glance and then walking over to the table, a table that was set up with... oh god, Kayla gulped, electrifying equipment. How fun, she thought dryly.

"Let's test the waters shall we?" Kate smirked, turning the dial on the machine, sending a jolt through Kayla's body and making Derek begin to spasm lightly, "The werewolf and the... something" She grinned, looking like she was enjoying their pain, "I wanna see how much pain you can all tolerate" And then the dial went up again, making Kayla screw her eyes shut, biting the inside of her cheek - she was used to pain, went through way worse on full moons so a little shock shouldn't be too bad, right? Wrong, it hurt like a bitch but, for whatever reason, Derek seemed to be getting the brunt of it, making him scream out in pain.

Kayla's eyes flew open as she pulled against the wire keeping her in place, watching as Derek flitted between werewolf and human, sweat running down his face.

"Kayla, I have no idea what the hell you are, but if you want big cuz to not turn into a vegetable by the end of this little... session, I suggest you speak up" Kate said, smirking sadistically, turning the dial way up, making Derek scream out in agony, "Tell me who the Alpha is" And Kayla gulped, glancing sideways at Derek who gave her a look, a look which clearly stated, 'don't you dare say a word'.

"I-I don't know" Kayla growled through gritted teeth, trying to tug the wire free once more, "If I knew, he would be dead already"

"You're lying" Kate exclaimed, sending her a disapproving look, "Really Kayla? You want to be responsible for Derek's death? But hey ho... just another dead family member to add to the list, right?" She smirked and Kayla's blood boiled.

"Shut your mouth" Kayla snarled, "You're nothing more than a murderer... a murdering bitch that killed innocent people"

"Innocent people?" Kate laughed, turning the dial up once more, sending a small shockwave through Kayla's body but making Derek almost break down in screams, "There's nothing innocent about your kind"

"They were innocent" Kayla protested, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall - her family had died right here, probably right in this very spot, and Kate was antagonising both her and Derek about it? "There were humans in that fire - children... and I hope the Alpha gives you what you deserve" Kayla said in a dangerous voice, a voice that started to sound more like Peter's and Kate's everyday - she knew she shouldn't wish that on somebody, especially her best friends aunt, but Kate deserved it. She deserved everything that was coming for her.

"Feisty little thing aren't you?" Kate grinned, seeming unfazed by Kayla's insults, "But, how about this for a heartless bitch? Tell me everything you know or Derek will frazzle from the inside out" And Kayla's heart skipped a best, sending her best 'sorry' look to Derek because, if Kate knew who the Alpha was, the bloodbath would be horrendous.

"I. Don't. Know. Anything" Kayla ground out, "So why don't you stop with the twenty questions before you bore us to death" She snapped, glaring at Kate as the woman walked forward, hand trailing down Kayla's arm, making her glare even harder.

"Well, _sweetheart" _She said patronisingly, leaning forward to whisper in Kayla's ear "I don't believe you" And Kayla tried to kick out but her legs were tied, so it just resulted in her squirming about like a fish out of water. Kate laughed gleefully, giving her one more 'you'll be dead soon' look, before swaying over to Derek, eyes alight.

"Y'know... seeing you all tied up like this is bringing back memories" Kate grinned, one hand resting on Derek's lower stomach, making him glare at her fiercely, but he kept his mouth shut, jaw clenched, "Remember all the fun we had?" And Kayla cringed - she did not want the details of her cousin's sex life for god's sake, especially not with a woman as bad as Kate.

"Bad memories" Derek snarled, and Kate just smirked, tutting.

"I highly doubt that" And Derek's eyes glowed blue, K-nines erupting from his mouth.

"Okay, okay..." Kate laughed, slapping Derek's chest lightly as she strode past the two of them and over to Kayla's ringing phone on the table next to all the very imaginative torturing equipment that she probably couldn't _wait_ to use.

"Wow... twenty three missed calls" Kate whistled, holding up the phone to show Kayla Stiles name flashing on the screen and, even though she was panicking like mad on the inside, she plastered a neutral look on her face, trying to detach herself from the situation - that way Kate couldn't get it in her head to use Stiles against them, "Someone's popular"

"Well, ya see, when someone disappears off the face of the earth, or kidnapped as the case may be, it's only natural people would look for them" Kayla bit out, aggravation showing in her voice.

"I know that, fortunately for you, but Derek is on the run... I can keep him for as long as I want and no one would care" Kate said in faux sadness with a small shake of the head, turning Kayla's phone off, shutting off the continuous ringing. Kayla gulped - she told Stiles she would get in touch and she hadn't - of course he was probably going out of his mind by now. Great, just fan-flipping-tastic - she needed to call him, now.

"Okay, time is running out for the three of us to hang out" Kate smirked, sliding her own phone out of her back pocket, "Why don't we invite a special guest" And Kayla's heart dropped - she knew who it was instantly, and shared a worried glance with Derek.

"Allison" Kayla murmured - oh god, not yet, not like this, but Kate just smiled in appreciation.

"You're smarter than you look" And oh boy did that make Kayla clench her fists - okay yes, she was easy on the eyes, but she was not a flipping object, she had her own mind and, yes, was smart in her own way, she hated that stereotype.

"Allison can't know about this" Kayla muttered, with a shake of her head, "Not yet"

"Why not? Because she'll be mad at you?" Kate asked with a roll of her eyes, "That her best friend has been lying to her for weeks now?" And Kayla momentarily closed her eyes - she hoped Allison would just see she couldn't tell her, not then at least.

"She's your niece - if you want to protect her, why tell her?" Kayla asked desperately, trying everything to put Kate off the idea, even though she knew it was just a waste of her breath.

"Oh hon... I've been dropping breadcrumbs for a while now, Allison's a smart girl, she knows there's something off... it's better if she knows, so we can train her properly"

"You mean train her to be a killer?" Kayla snarled, glaring in Kate's direction, anger bubbling in her chest.

"To do the right thing" Kate replied, striding over to the table and turning the dial again, sending shockwaves through Kayla's body as she clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the jolts of pain that worked it's way through every muscle in her body, and Derek roared loudly, electricity dancing over his skin.

"Think about it for a while whilst I finish the breadcrumb trail" Kate told them, crossing her arms over her chest and sauntering from the basement, hips swaying, sending them one last smirk before closing the door and Kayla blew out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"We are so screwed" Kayla breathed out, turning her head to the side to glance at Derek - for some reason he looked to be in a worse condition than her, sweat running from every pore on his body, occasional spasms rocking his muscles.

"You could say that" Derek replied, furious eyes never leaving the spot where Kate had left and Kayla could practically taste the hatred and resentment from where she stood, or rather, was tied up.

"Also... there's just one thing I wanted to know, ya know, just in case the two of us do pop our clogs... Kate?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her cousin. Derek just inclined his head to the side and glared at her, his forehead all dark and broody.

"Shut up" He spat, fists clenching and Kayla just held her hands out in surrender, well, as much as anyone could when they were restrained by metal flipping wire.

"Hey, I'm not judging... Okay, just a little but I mean... Kate, really? Were you _that_ desperate?"

"I said shut up" He growled, and Kayla just sighed and looked away, trying to contemplate everything - Kate murdered her whole family, also seemed to know who killed her dad and brother and was currently torturing them - it was a lot to take in in one night... at least it would go a lot smoother if they had vodka.

"Okay sorry, jeez, I mean, I've probably done worse but, whatever" She sighed, facing Derek again, "Any idea how we're getting out of this one"

"No" Was Derek's short and snappy reply, obviously not wanting to converse, but he did glance at her and furrowed his eyebrows.

"If you want your friend to not completely hate you, I suggest you stop with the glowing" He said and Kayla's eyebrows shot up to her hairline as she gave him an incredulous look. Oh yes, she was a flipping expert in things like this wasn't she?

"I can't" She shot back, looking away from his eyes, feeling like she was getting judged and hating every second of it - she really was a freak now, huh? - "And anyway, Allison is going to now, at least for a while"

"She's an Argent, you should've had enough sense to stay well clear of her in the first place"

"Oh, stop with the negativity - Allison isn't like them" Kayla protested with a adamant shake of the head.

"Maybe not yet, but she will be" And after that seriously depressing sentence, they both fell into silence, wrapped up in their own thoughts, at least until the sound of two footsteps echoing down the basement and Kayla cringed - oh well, it was now or never - Allison was going to find out and everything would go to shit.

The door slid open loudly and through the dark she saw two silhouettes making their way into the room and Kayla closed her eyes, focusing on using all of her energy on getting rid of the damn glowing eyes, praying they would just go away, imagining them going back to their normal deep green colour, hell, even going as far as picturing Stiles in her mind, her 'anchor' or whatever, thinking of his caramel coloured eyes, the way his hands felt on her skin, and his endearing yet somewhat awkward personality but it just.. didn't work. She still felt like her eyes were tingling and, now she came to think of it, she could see a hell of a lot better than before - night vision? huh... okay, that wasn't so bad.

Kate flicked on a massive spotlight, it's light pointed directly on Derek, purely because he was the one with the K-nines and all, but it still put Kayla in _almost _clear sight and she cringed, already thinking up all the apologies she would most likely be giving Allison and that was a miracle because, Kayla hardly ever apologised.

Derek roared and Kayla watched as Allison's mouth went slack and she breathed out a quiet "Oh my god", looking at Derek in awe and fear.

"What-What is he?"

"Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf" Kate smirked, dragging Allison by the elbow closer into the basement, "But wait till you see this" Kate grinned, strolling over to Derek as Allison's gob smacked and slightly fearful gaze landed on hers.

"K-Kayla?" She stuttered, eyes wide, "What...?" And Kayla opened her mouth to explain before Kate could land her in even deeper waters.

"Allison, I promise you, it's not as bad as it looks" She protested, watching Allison stare at her, eyes wide and glassy with tears, probably staring at her stupid glowing eyes - dammit. They just had to magically appear now didn't they? At the only time she needed to actually look human - just her frigging luck.

"What... I don't understand..." Allison trailed off, looking at Kayla in confusion, disappointment and betrayal but Kate dragged Allison away, over to Derek, like he was exhibit A or something.

"Kayla's not a werewolf, she's just... different, but you can question her in your own time - I need you to see this" Kate starting showing and explaining to Allison the basic guide about werewolves but her eyes kept glancing at Kayla tearfully. When Kate turned on the electrocuting device, Kayla cringed, getting prepared for the shocks, but it never happened to her - only to Derek, unfortunately, but she guessed Kate wanted it that way.

Despite her protests, Kate didn't stop until she was ready, smirking at Allison.

"Ya see kiddo? They're all just beasts"

"So he was the one at the video store and the school? Killing everyone?"

"No - there's three, a younger beta like him and an Alpha - and that's the one we're looking for" Kate explained to Allison before giving the girl a comforting shoulder pat and then striding over to Kayla, a pair of sharp clippers in hand, making Kayla flinch ever so slightly but Kate just smirked before kneeling down and cutting her legs free and then reaching up to cut her arms free, making Kayla collapse to the ground, her body too weak to stabalise itself.

"You can take this one home - I don't need her now... not the right package" Kate smirked, hauling Kayla to her feet.

"I'm not leaving Der" Kayla protested, ripping her arm from Kate's grasp, and looking back at her cousin.

"You're welcome to stay, we could get acquainted more but I think Allison may be a bit bitter about me torturing one of her friends" Kate told her, "Or former friend - depending" And she shoved her forward, away from Derek.

"Just go Kayla - I'll be fine - just tell S-" He cut himself off, obviously realising his mistake, "Tell the other's to be careful okay?" He asked sincerely, looking at her with a determined gaze, "Cause I doubt I'll be here when you come looking for me"

"He's right - I'm not stupid enough to keep him here after letting you go" Kate grinned and Kayla glared at her.

"Well you certainly look it" She snapped, avoiding Allison's hurt gaze.

Kate then dragged Kayla out by the collar of her jacket and up the basement stairs, Allison trailing behind them, before shoving her roughly into the passenger seat of Allison's car, effectively locking her in. Kayla couldn't hear their conversation, they were too far away, but Allison looked to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown as Kate tried to comfort her - Allison then wiped her eyes, striding over to the car, arms wrapped around herself as if afraid she was going to break apart.

"Allison-" Kayla started to say but she cut her off by holding up a hand, eyes welling up with tears.

"Don't Kayla just... don't" She said, starting the ignition and avoiding looking in her eyes.

"I'm trying to explain things to you Allison" Kayla reassured, "I'm not the bad guy, neither is my family"

"Then why lie?" Allison screeched, "You've lied to me for weeks - _weeks _and... I just don't know why"

"It wasn't my secret to tell Allison, I wanted to tell you, I really did, but was caught between a rock and a hard place" Kayla explained tiredly, trying to get Allison round to her way of thinking before she turned into a real Argent.

"If you were my friend, my real friend, you would've told me" Allison sniffed, keeping her eyes firmly planted on the road ahead and Kayla sighed - she didn't want to lose one of her best friends over _this, _it just didn't seem worth it.

"I wish I had but, Allison, please... don't listen to your aunt" Kayla said desperately and Allison scoffed.

"Why not? She's the only one that's been honest to me" Allison screamed before taking in a deep, calming breath.

"Because she's a killer Allison" Kayla snapped, ignoring the flinch her friend gave, "You're better than her, I promise you"

"Kate's... Kate's not a killer" Allison said with a shake of the head, "She's not"

"She is" Kayla snapped back, remembering how she gleefully told her how she burnt her family alive, "She killed my family and nothing you can say will ever change that"

"NO" Allison hollered, suddenly braking the car in the middle of the road, "Get out" Allison said in a dangerous voice and Kayla looked at her astonished - even after watching her aunt torture Derek and see her sadistic ways, she was still on her side?

"What?" Kayla whispered as Allison turned around and glared at her, eyes alight with fire.

"Get out" She snapped, "Just... get the hell out and leave me alone - you're one of them" Allison accused and Kayla's blood boiled and her heart starting racing painfully - if she was a werewolf she was sure she would be wolfed out by now, that's how angry she was feeling.

"I'm not" Kayla replied back, just as harshly, "But I would rather be one than a homicidal Argent" Kayla knew she was taking things too far but when she got mad, well, she had no control of what came out of her mouth.

_"GET OUT"_

"FINE" Kayla shouted loudly, making the whole car vibrate as she angrily pulled herself from the car, slamming the door shut forcefully and Allison took off quickly, going a hell of a lot faster than the speed limit would allow, and Kayla ran a hand through her hair. Holy shit, could things get any worse?

Derek was kidnapped by his homicidal ex, Allison hated her and Stiles probably would too if she didn't find him quick.

But for whatever reason, she may have had a little luck, because a little less than ten minutes later, she heard a familiar honk behind her and looked up, seeing Stiles' jeep skidding to a stop and the flailing boy hauled himself from the jeep like frigging Spiderman or something.

"Kayla? Oh my god I-I was worried sick, you didn't answer your phone and Scott wasn't answering, nor was Derek and I was going out of my freaking mind Kaylz" Stiles exclaimed as he ran over, not even giving her a chance to answer before sweeping her into his arms and picking her up, squeezing her so hard to the point where it got a little sore, but she didn't complain - Stiles was here, that was all that mattered.

"I'm fine" She mumbled against his neck, her own arms wrapping around his neck, "I was gonna call but Kate has my phone - the bitch" She explained, feeling Stiles' hands rubbing circles on her back and realised she was a couple of inches off the ground.

"Uh... you can put me down now" She muttered, as Stiles nodded, placing her back on her feet, but keeping a firm grip on her waist, caramel brown eyes full of worry.

"I just... I didn't know what happened and... wait, what's wrong with your eyes?" Stiles questioned, his voice going a few octaves higher than normal as he stared at her, wide eyed, and Kayla looked down in something near embarrassment - yes, she was a freak, no need to keep reminding her.

"Nothing" She snapped, pulling away from Stiles concerned grasp, taking a few steps back.

"No, there's definitely something, they're like glowing and-" But Kayla let out an annoyed sound, brushing past him, striding over to his jeep and ransacking through his jeep's compartments until she found exactly what she was looking for - a pair of dark shades, and shoved them on, hoping they would cover up her eyes.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Stiles asked, running over to her, just as she shut the door and turned around to face him.

"Forget about them okay?" She demanded, shaking off his worried hands, "My freakishly unusual genes just got a whole hell of a lot freakier because my freak homicidal murderous father decided now would be the best time to turn me into whatever the hell he wanted me to be, and I certainly don't need you reminding me how much of a freak I am" She rambled, crossing her arms and staring at an open mouth Stiles, who began to shake his head slowly.

"No, I wasn't - I just... they suit you" He supplied, his gentle hands gingerly reaching forward to rest on her waist, and when she didn't slap him away like before, he took that as a good sign and took a step forward. Kayla let out a disbelieving snort and turned her head away stubbornly.

"No, seriously" Stiles protested, his hands gently gliding up her arms and he turned her face to look at him in the eye. She gulped nervously - Why would Stiles like them? She wasn't insecure about herself, hell, never was, but now, after what Peter did, it just served as a perfect reminder that Stiles could easily go off and have someone somewhat normal who probably wouldn't bring a shit load of crap into his life.

Very slowly, Stiles reached up to slide the shades off her and Kayla closed her eyes, wishing more than anything the damn glowing would just stop, before he got freaked out like Allison had, hell, even Derek looked slightly creeped out.

"Hey... look at me" Stiles whispered quietly and Kayla bit her lip, glancing down at their feet as she peeled her eyes open and Stiles' long fingers gently tilted her chin up so she was, now, looking at him right in the eye.

"I think they're beautiful" He told her with a soft smile, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before pulling her into his chest once more, his hands wrapped expertly around her waist.

**A.N) Had to have at least one cheesy moment - ha! anyways, I hope you all liked this and I would love to hear what you guys thought, opinions, favourite parts, development etc. So please review - next chapter out soon - also, yes, Im very excited for the dance part - eeeeeeek - yes I am! ha!**


	29. Chapter 29 - Talk to someone

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine folks! Anyway, a massive shout out to Female whovian, ForeverTeamEdward13, Guest, DarlingPeterPan, Criminal0Minds-Superfan, Shadow-wolf78, MacRieve Girl, FudgeMuffin (happy belated birthday - haha), phhsdj, BTR14, BriancyyD, spocklockholmes, and Aria for reviewing :) x - ****sorry for not updating in the last couple of days, last few weeks of school are kicking my ass! Haha! **

"You do know you're really cheesy, right?" Kayla laughed against Stiles' shoulder, breaking the silence between them.

"You love it really" He teased back light heartedly, his hand making gentle circles on her back.

"Oh, do I?" She smirked back, challenging him.

"Well... yeah" He summarised, pulling back and giving her one of his famous trademark, goofy grins, "Or else you wouldn't keep coming back for more, would you?" He added and Kayla rolled her eyes lightly, not helping the smile that began to grace her lips.

"Technically you found me, not the other way around" She pointed out, smirking to herself as his face screwed up in an effort to think of something to say back but, ultimately, not being able to as he gave up with a resigned sigh and began pouting.

"Awww, don't pout" She cooed, "You're still cute" And chuckled when Stiles pulled a face between embarrassment and pride, giving his head a small shake.

"But, on another completely different and rather serious side note, we're all in some real crap here" Kayla said bluntly, extracting her hands from Stiles' grasp and leaning back against the jeep, crossing her arms. Stiles raised his eyebrows and then looked around nervously at the dark night.

"Wh-what do you mean? Kate's not going to come back and slaughter us all is she?" He chuckled nervously, scratching his neck and Kayla scoffed – he may be joking but knowing what Kate was capable of then it could in actual fact happen.

"Probably" She rolled her eyes as Stiles' ones went wide, a comical expression plastered on his face, "But you're human, I doubt you're on her hit list" she patted his chest comfortingly, looking into his caramel brown eyes.

"I'm still associated with those that are" He exclaimed and Kayla smirked, "And anyways... what about you, Scott, and Derek? She knows the Hales aren't human and it's only a matter of time till she finds out that Scott is the second beta" Stiles rambled and Kayla nodded, biting her lip.

"I guess so... but I don't think it's Kate we should be worried about" Kayla told him honestly, watching as his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at her confused, obviously not getting it.

"Allison" Was all Kayla said as a form of explanation, letting out a sigh at the thought of one of her best friend's going all 'psychopath' on them as a form of enjoyment – she knew Allison was a good person, hell at first glance it looked as though Allison couldn't hurt a fly, but she still had hunter blood in her and as much as Kayla hoped she wouldn't go into the family business, it was kind of impossible to escape it. She liked Allison – she was a good person and knew how to have fun, a good listener, a hard worker, a good hearted person, and Kayla really hoped she wouldn't now view her as some kind of monster – because she wasn't. Yeah, sure, she had done bad things before – drinking drugs, stealing cars (long story!), breaking into a high security prison (In her defence, the inmate she broke out _was_ innocent) and sometimes acting like a total bitch, especially if it was _that _time of the month – full moon, not the _other _time – well... maybe the other time, but she wasn't a monster, she wasn't Peter.

"Wait... _what?" _Stiles spluttered, mouth getting slack, "What do you mean 'Allison'? Allison what? Allison _knows? _How does she know?" He rambled, getting even paler, probably imagining how Scott was going to react to that rather large bombshell and Kayla agreed with him – Scott would probably have a full blown freak out and she couldn't blame him – his girlfriend-ish just found out she was descended from a long line of werewolf hunters and he, himself, was a werewolf - if that wasn't cause for a freak out then Kayla didn't know what was.

"Kate was being that witch from Hansel and Gretel" Kayla explained, blowing out an aggravated breath – Kate was just being a full blown heartless sociopath and, by god, did Kayla just want to wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Huh?" Stiles asked, staring at her in confusion.

"Oh you know – that evil witch that lured the two little kids to her house with sweets and then roasted them in the oven until they were tender and crispy – well, at least in the old version that my dad told me...No? Okay, basically, Kate's been leaving clues for Allison for the past few weeks and now she knows – well, actually she saw Kate torturing Derek and the whole 'wolfing out' thing, may have confirmed her suspicions"

"Okay... wow" Stiles muttered, looking absolutely overwhelmed by everything and Kayla had to agree – hells yeah it was a lot to take in, "So... Derek's not like, dead is he?" He inquired and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips at that question, "I mean... cause that would be terrible, that would be horrible and sad and the community would be losing a great citizen and tax payer – oh wait... he doesn't have a job _and _he's on the run for potential murder... what a loss" Stiles said sarcastically and, despite the fact he basically just wished Derek dead, Kayla chuckled because she knew he didn't actually mean it – if crunch came to crunch, Stiles would try and save Derek, that she was sure of.

"He's fine... for now at least, Derek's been through worse than a few electric shocks" Kayla reassured, but still bit her lip nervously - Kate wasn't going to kill him, she needed him to lure Peter out, but that didn't mean she couldn't hurt him.

"Derek's... Derek" Stiles said, shrugging his shoulders and Kayla raised her eyebrows, "I mean... that guy must be a cat because he has nine frigging lives – he'll be fine... I think" And Kayla nodded, accepting the reassurance because, of course, Derek would be fine; as Stiles rightly put it he _was _Derek.

"I know" She muttered, pushing aside her worries and trying to focus on the positive – but, oh wait, there wasn't a hell of a lot of positives going on right now, which made her frown as her mind whirled, trying to sort through everything that was going on. She heard Stiles' voice faintly but it sounded far off, as her thoughts drifted to Peter and his 'plan' – if they didn't figure it all out soon then all hell was going to break loose. A gentle hand on her forearm snapped her out of her thinking, shaking her head as she looked at Stiles.

"Sorry... what?" She asked, blinking up at him.

"I said she didn't hurt you, did she... Kate I mean?" Stiles asked in concern, giving her the once over and Kayla glanced down at herself – well, technically she did, but she was fine now – her muscles ached but it was nowhere near as bad as after a hard training session.

"No" She answered immediately but he just raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Okay maybe, but I'm fine, honestly – I'm not some fragile girl ya know, I can hold my own" Kayla told Stiles, giving him a small smile as his eyes went wide and he eyed her critically.

"I know but still..." Stiles muttered, somewhat angrily, "If before I didn't want to kill her then I certainly do now"

"Oh, really?" Kayla smirked, "Because she has about thirty years training experience and an army of little soldiers that will do anything she asks _and,_ on top of that, a whole house full of dangerous weapons" Kayla told him, watching as he gulped, somewhat nervously.

"Well I have, um..." Stiles trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows in thought, "I have a bat" He confirmed, nodding excitedly as Kayla chuckled, "No, seriously, a bat is a formidable weapon – I'm sure Scott will agree cause he once tried to attack me with one cause he thought I was a predator" Stiles said in a rush and Kayla just shook her head in amusement.

"I'm sure it is Stiles" She smiled, fingers playing with the ends of his shirt, "I'll try to remember that"

"Please do" He said, "Cause they are actually very dangerous" And Kayla just nodded, smirking at him.

"No... I'm serious" He protested, arms flailing about as Kayla reached up to kiss him, cutting him off mid sentence as she met his mouth that was still with shock for a second, before reacting, both hands sliding into her hair as he kissed her back, walking her backwards until she felt her back pressing against the side of his jeep, keeping them in place.

His lips moved slowly at first, touching hers with the slightest of pressure before he tilted her head up, giving him better access as he pressed a little harder, lips moulding together. She bit his bottom lip playfully, feeling him jolt at the shock before relaxing again, their thighs touching as he stood as close as he could. Kayla felt his tongue move forwards slowly, grazing her lips as if testing out the action, so she opened her mouth, inviting him in.

It was a little sloppy at first, but once she slid her hands up the back of his head, pulling forwards into the kiss more, Stiles seemed to gain more control, especially after her own tongue met his and Kayla could feel his heart racing through the thin T-shirt he was wearing.

"Um... w-what was I saying?" He mumbled against her lips as he pulled back for breath a couple of minutes later, and Kayla saw him blinking rapidly.

"Couldn't have been too important" She smirked back, hands gliding down to rest on his chest as she glanced to the side and saw an elderly woman walking her dog, or rather just standing there, small white dog on a lead, staring at them in contempt, or rather disgust – Kayla didn't know which.

"Uh... I think you better just take me home Stilinski before we get arrested for indecent conduct" She told him as he turned his head and saw the old woman still glaring at them, "Cause that would get really awkward, especially if it were your dad that shows up" She chuckled as Stiles snapped out of whatever haze he was in.

"Yeah... you're probably right, hopefully before Mrs Smith recognises me and blabs to the whole town how much of a stud I am – not that that would be a bad thing" He teased back, turning back around to face her and raising his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Huh" He muttered, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"What?" She asked in confusion, wondering what on earth he was staring at.

"So me being your whole 'anchor' thing, do you think it extends to me being your own personal form of werewolf vitamins?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Cause your eyes aren't glowing anymore" He added and Kayla felt her mouth popping open.

"They're not?" She asked happily – so maybe she did find a way to control them after all.

"Nope" Stiles grinned back, popping the 'P' and reaching around her to open the passenger side door of his jeep, "Guess you really like me then huh?" He smirked and Kayla playfully elbowed his stomach, rolling her eyes.

"What did I say about not letting your ego inflate too much?" Kayla teased back as she climbed in the jeep, Stiles jogging around to the other side as he jumped in, starting up the engine, hand winding around the back of the passenger side seat and reversing backwards before doing a total 180 and turning the jeep around.

It was only about a five minute ride back to her house, and probably not too long for Stiles to get back to his house as it was literally a two or three minute walk, but he pulled into her driveway, keeping the engine running.

"Scott is going to go berserk about Allison knowing" Stiles sighed and Kayla nodded.

"Yeah I guess, but he had to know it was kind of inevitable, right? I mean, look at who her family is" She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"I know" Stiles said, staring out the windscreen.

"Well... I'm gonna go and try and mend some serious broken fences between me and well... everyone – I'll give Allison a call tomorrow, see if I can at least get her to talk to me" Kayla said before blowing out an aggravated breath, "Or maybe speak to her in person considering her bitch of an aunt has my phone" She added under her breath, shaking her head.

"And the other fence is your mom?" Stiles guessed and Kayla nodded.

"Yeah... she was kind of upset earlier so I gotta do some serious ass kissing before she decides to throw me outta the house" Kayla chuckled, leaning over to give him a quick kiss goodbye and hopping out of the jeep.

"If she does you know where to find me" Stiles winked, sending her a goofy grin.

"I'll keep that in mind Stilinski" She smirked back; shutting the jeep door and hearing it reverse as she walked up the path and into her house. When she walked in it was all quiet except for the telly in the living playing some stupid Disney movie full blast and when Kayla peeked around the corner she saw Tabby asleep on the couch, sucking her thumb.

"I wasn't sure if you were even coming back or not" Her mom's voice snapped her out of her staring as she glanced up, seeing her mom standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her aunt just behind her.

"Of course I'd come back, the only reason I left was because my friend needed my help" She replied, pulling off her jacket, cringing slightly as it jolted a muscle in her stomach, no doubt from all the _fun_ she, Kate and Derek had.

"Are you planning on staying?" Her mom asked, face blank.

"Uh... yes" She answered, throwing her jacket on the table and walking forward, crossing her arms like her mom had, matching her stance.

"Okay look, I'm still mad and annoyed but having all this built up tension is killing me so... I'm sorry" Kayla said, staring at her mom straight in the eye, "I understand why you didn't want to tell anyone – probably because of the shame and all that, but just so you know, my dad, my real dad, will always be the one I grew up with – not Peter" She told both her mom and her aunt truthfully, "Because Peter means nothing to me" She added, watching as her mom's eyes filled with tears.

"I know sweetie" She murmured, smiling watery as silence fell between the three again.

"Good" Kayla nodded her head, "So... uh, it's been a long night so I'm just gonna... head to bed" She said, trying to keep a positive look on her face, trying to not be mad at her mom – even if she still was a little – and keep things running smoothly.

"Okay, yeah... that sounds like a good idea actually" Her mom chuckled, though it sounded forced, as if she was trying to do the exact same thing.

Kayla smiled, walking past them, up the stairs and into her room, shutting the door behind her quietly and almost jumping a foot in the air when she saw Peter, obnoxious, big headed, killer Peter, sitting on her bed like he lived there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She seethed, keeping her voice down to not alert her mom and aunt to his presence, even though they probably couldn't hear anyway, it was thick walls.

Peter looked up, an innocent look plastered on his face that Kayla did not buy one bit, "Just paying a friendly visit to my family" And she scoffed, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.

"If someone even describes you as 'friendly' then I'm Hitler" She snapped, clenching her fists as Peter stood up to his full height, hands clasped behind his back.

"I heard what you said to Jody" Peter sighed, glancing at the door behind her, "That I mean nothing to you... that hurts Kayla, it really hurts" He smirked, holding a hand to his chest and feigning ignorance, "I know you grew up with dear old John but _I'm _your real father – you can't change that"

"I wish I could" She fumed, striding forward a few steps, determined not to let him get to her, "Even knowing that I'm here because of you makes me sick" She added, feeling her gaze harden.

"You should be thankful" He whispered, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here"

Kayla shivered as he said that – her life may have its ups and downs, but she preferred to look on the positive side because she still had her mom, aunt, and cousins, her friends and Stiles, and if Peter hadn't of 'hooked up' – god that made her want to puke – with her mom then she wouldn't exist... maybe Peter was right, but she wasn't going to admit that to him.

"See?" He smirked, holding out his hands wide, "Having me as a father isn't as bad as you make it out to be Kayla" He told her; that same air of arrogance around him "You could be powerful if you accept who you are, and I can protect you"

"I don't need anyone to protect me" She snapped, "I am perfectly capable of looking after myself"

"You see... that's what I like about you Kayla – you're like me, independent, and I know you can hold your own" He told her, taking a few steps backwards to peer out her bedroom window, "That's why I wanted you to help Derek and I, because you lost your family too and I know you won't just sit back and let that Argent get away with murder" He told her, glancing at her from the side knowingly.

Kayla clenched her jaw, biting her cheek to stop from screaming herself hoarse at him because even looking at him made her blood boil... but at the same time she had to admit... he was kind of right. Since she found out how Kate had gleefully exposed how she murdered them, it did make Kayla lose all sympathy for her. Whether she was her best friend's aunt or not, she still wanted to rip her limb from limb and thrown her off the Grand Canyon because Kate did not deserve anything –the only thing she deserved was payback. Peter took her silence knowingly and stared at her.

"See... I'm right, that's why you're like me" And Kayla just shook her head – she didn't want to be like him, she didn't want to even become him.

"I'm not" She protested, shaking her head.

"You are though" He said, walking back slowly to stand in front of her, "And now you're going to tell me where Derek is because I need him right now" He said and Kayla met his eyes.

"He was at the house with Kate but once she let me go I don't know where she took him – cross my heart" She told him truthfully, looking at him and not feeling as much hate as she had before, which shocked her. Why didn't she have that urge to claw his eyes out after everything he had done? Why was she even being civil toward him?

"I believe you" He conceded, tilting his head to the side, "You see, I don't need to listen to your heartbeat anymore – our connection lies way deeper than others think" Peter whispered cryptically, turning around and walking back towards her open window.

"What do you mean?" Kayla asked, hating the mystery that was behind all of his answers.

"It means we have a bond Kayla – I can sense when you're in distress, you can sense when I am, I know what you're feeling and once you accept this, all of this, you will be able to do the same for me" Peter told her, beginning to climb out her window but she raced forward, grabbing his arm to stop him.

"Is... is it because we're related?" She asked, staring at him in the eye.

"Partially" He smirked, "But also because, whether you admit it to yourself or not, we want the same things, we are, effectively, the same person... just in separate bodies – for example, you're a stroppy teenager with a short temper and homework to worry about, and I'm this" He opened his arms wide, "A handsome, witty, powerful Alpha" He told her truthfully before jumping from the window and landing on the grass gracefully.

"I'll look forward to seeing you again soon Kayla" He told her before slinking away into the night as Kayla watched him go, fuming on the inside. Peter was wrong, w_rong, _he just had to be – she wasn't ever going to join forces with him, family or not, no way in hell.

Yet, at the same time, a crazy part of herself _understood _him – like, she knew what he went through and saw things from his point of view, whether she agreed with his tactics or not, and that was the scary thing – the part where she thought along the same lines as a frigging psychotic Alpha of all people – not someone like Einstein or the president, no... a murderer – fan-flipping-tastic. She slammed her window shut more forcefully that was probably appropriate, making sure to lock it in case Peter decided to _drop by _again unannounced.

Kayla stripped off her clothes angrily, turning the water cold in the shower as she hopped in, washing away all traces of Kate and Peter, of everything. She actually preferred cold showers – they made her feel more alive than warm ones, as she felt the pelting of the droplets dance over her skin. When she was done and started to shiver slightly, she left her hair wet as she pulled on a pair of loose fabric shorts and a vest top, getting ready for bed because it was already late and she was knackered – well, getting tortured, having your cousin kidnapped, your best friend basically abandoning you and your psychotic father dropping in for a threatening visit, would bound to tire anyone out.

But when Kayla opened the bathroom door to walk into her bedroom, she saw her aunt sitting on the bed, picking away at her cuticles as she waited for, presumably, her.

"Wow... does no one in this family knock?" She grumbled, dropping the wet towel on the floor and picking up the brush on her table that was cluttered with god knows what, brushing out her long, knotty hair.

Jane chuckled, crossing her legs on the bed to face her, "Well I did but you didn't answer so..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders as Kayla stood there with her eyebrows raised.

"Uh... is there something you need help with or..." She trailed off, wondering why her aunt was in her bedroom with such a serious look on her face because her aunt didn't 'do' serious.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay" Jane said, patting the bed next to her as Kayla reluctantly sat down beside her, hating the, no doubt, serious talk they were about to have.

"I'm fine" She deadpanned with a roll of her eyes, "I swear... I'm not gonna break at every startling revelation that this family will have"

"Again" Her aunt said, looking at her in the eye, "You mean you're not going to break again" And Kayla glared at her angrily – wow, she wanted to bring that up now? Great.

"I don't want to talk about that Jane" Kayla said through gritted teeth, "Those first few months after... it happened" Kayla gulped, trying to forget about the murder of her dad and brother, "I wasn't myself okay? And yeah, I messed up, but I'm trying to move on, can't you see that?" She demanded, shaking her head at Jane.

"I know you are sweetie" Jane said, putting her hand on tops of hers, "And you're doing great but... you can't just pretend that those few months didn't happen"

"I can if I want to" Kayla shot back, nodding her head affirmatively.

"Kayla... I'm not judging you; I'm really not but..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders and Kayla sucked in a deep breath – she wasn't judging her? Of course she was judging her, that's what everyone does, judge people, everyone, hell even she does.

"Jane... Aiden was a mistake" She told her through clenched teeth, "I didn't love him, hell I'm not even sure I liked him all that much, he was just... there, with his bad boy status and promise of a good time" Kayla explained, ripping her hand from Jane's grasp, "So yeah, I was a slut back then because I didn't care – I had just lost my d-dad and brother, mom was not herself, locked away in her bedroom, and..." Kayla trailed off tearfully, blinking rapidly to try and remain strong.

"I understand"

"No... No you don't 'understand'" Kayla snapped, standing up "Okay, look, I know you're just trying to help but... talking isn't my thing okay? I can't talk to people about how I feel it just... isn't me"

"Maybe that's the problem" Jane exclaimed, "You don't talk to anyone until it's too late and gets so bad you end up scared, alone and upset in an abortion clinic" Her aunt said, jumping to her feet and grabbing Kayla by the arms, keeping her in place, even though she could probably escape easily, she just didn't have the energy anymore.

Kayla stared at Jane in shock, mortified that she had even brought that up after all these months.

"Stop... stop holding that over me" Kayla fumed, "I was fifteen... pregnant with Aiden's kid with a drug addiction... what was I supposed to do?" She screamed, now feeling the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Shhh, I didn't mean it like that" Her aunt soothed, hugging her, "I just meant I don't want to lose you again down that road okay? I want you to keep being happy and grow up to do big things... that's all" Jane whispered, rubbing circles on her back, "I just want you to talk to someone"

"I-I talk to Stiles" Kayla replied, resting her head on her aunt's shoulder.

"I like this boy already" Jane said lightly, making Kayla chuckle softly as her aunt pulled back, using her thumb to wipe away Kayla's tears, "But seriously... talking to someone isn't a bad thing, you don't have to be all 'miss invincible' all the time" Jane told her, "And if Stiles is the one you feel comfortable talking to, then talk away to him, talk his ear off, go round there in the middle of the night and keep him up all night talking, just... keep talking because, this may be a surprise to you, but if someone really cares about you, like I assume Stiles does, then he would want to help okay?" Her Aunt added softly, looking Kayla in the eye.

"Okay" She spoke back softly, sniffing and cursing herself for breaking down, shaking her head to keep the tears away.

"Good" Her aunt smiled, giving Kayla's arm a rub as she tried to perk up, "I think after that you deserve a large tub of mint choc chip ice cream"

**A.N) Dun dun dun... there's some more twists for ya... anyhoo, next update with be within the next few days, after I study for this big test (ahhhh) but I hope you can forgive me for not updating in a week (hides) ha, but... you know what I would really love as a form of motivation? Yeah, you guessed it – reviews would be great and I love each and every single person that does so please leave your thought below – peace out **


	30. Chapter 30 - Truce?

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Three tubs of mint choc chip ice-cream, one very restless night's sleep, five missed calls to Allison's phone and a rather large bottle of vodka later, Kayla was sprawled out on her bed, humming quietly to herself. She wasn't drunk... well, not much, just enough to try and ease her worry about Derek. She knew he would live, the Argents needed him, but would he be fine... that was the question.

She had literally seen him go through hell again and again, but he always bounced back. And ever since her ninth birthday when she saw him fight off three crazed omegas, she had always wished she could grow up to be like him – be strong and confident like him. Kayla chuckled to herself as she turned over on the bed, letting out a grunt as she slipped off the edge, her hazy brain miscalculating the distance. Now though, she thought to herself, why would she _ever _want to be like Derek – he was moody, withdrawn, had some serious trust issues and lived in a rotten, burnt down old house. What a role model!

Kayla clumsily tried to sit up, grabbing the ends of her duvet as some sort of life line, but ended up collapsing back to the carpet, getting tangled up in the duvet. Okay then... a lot drunk... whatever. She blew out a breath, blinking blearily as she turned over on her stomach, the duvet wrapping her up in a cocoon. She just... didn't like what was happening – the fact that Peter seemed to have them all in the palm of his hands, like he was controlling the strings, and the scary part was, as much as Kayla said she hated him, as much as she cursed him in her mind, she understood him. Great! Fantastic! Su-_perb_! Note the sarcasm.

Kayla was pretty sure she was a magnet for trouble – or just everything bad in general. Well... it made sense, she was a Hale after all, but damn... how much suckiness could one have in life?

Oh and of course, let's not forget Aiden – he was like the cherry on top... if that cherry was a rotten, moulding, controlling dick. A dick with a broody forehead, perfectly gelled hair, a stupid, _stupid, _ridiculously expensive motorcycle and a 'give it hell' attitude. Like seriously, what the hell was she thinking at the time? If there was one thing Kayla could change, go back and smack herself over the head, then it would be that.

As much as Kayla hated to admit it, her aunt was right – she had to accept her past at some point, but she really didn't want to. She was happy now, she and her mom starting a-fresh, so why ruin it with memories and pointless confessions?

But she had to at some point, but not now – not yet anyway.

A soft knock sounded at her door and Kayla looked up with a groan, the noise reverberating around her skull.

"What?" She asked, before letting out a chuckle, "I'm busy"

"It's me Kayla" Tabby's childlike voice drifted through the door as she slowly twisted the knob, "There's a 'Scott' wanting you" She said, smiling widely as she held the phone out to her, small fingers gripping the phone tightly but, as Kayla reached out to take it from her, Tabby drew back, eyes glistening with amusement.

"Tabs... phone... please" Kayla said, her head falling back down on the carpet as Tabby suddenly jumped on her back, her gleeful laughs piercing through Kayla's skull.

Tabby giggled, one hand threading its way through Kayla's now tuggy and severely messy long hair, "Let me braid your hair Kayla, please, please, please, please, please..." Kayla cut off her squeaky voice by covering her ears, squirming slightly on the floor.

"Fine... do what you like" Kayla conceded, "But let me talk to... wait... who was wanting to talk to me?"

"Scottie" Tabby screamed, throwing the phone at Kayla's head, making her cringe as she propped herself up on her elbows, feeling tabby get comfortable on her back like she was some frigging mule or something, brushing through her hair.

"Uh... Scott... what...?" Kayla blinked; head woozy.

"Kayla" Scott exclaimed loudly, making her cringe "Is it true that Allison knows? She knows everything? Oh dear god, please tell me Stiles just hallucinated this" Scott pleaded and Kayla heard a bang at the other end of the line and Stiles incredulous voice shouting "I'm not mad, you're mad for not believing me in the first place"

"Yes" Kayla answered, hissing slightly as Tabby brushed through a particularly large knot, "I mean... her bitch of an aunt made sure she found out so I'm gonna... uh... do something..." She trailed off, head falling forwards slightly but Scott's panicked voice brought her back to reality.

"Kayla, what? What are you gonna do?"

"I dunno" She slurred, "But Allison is seriously pissed at me – shit, you weren't supposed to hear that Tabs... close your eyes, I mean ears... wait, can people close their ears? Anyway, after the whole shock game, and the glowing and the shouting and the screaming and the crying... she deserves an explanation" Kayla rambled, and she heard Scott sigh.

"Oh god... what am I gonna do?" He muttered, "This is so bad, oh god, it's just so so so bad"

"Grow some balls Scott" She heard Stiles call over to him, "That's what you always told me – you want Allison? Tell her"

"LOL forgetting growing a pair of balls, try having a vagina – it would make turning into a hairy, yellow eyed creature once a month seem like a walk in the park, wait... do people even say LOL? What the hell does it even mean?" Kayla muttered to herself, shaking her head.

"Allison's gonna... wait, are you drunk?" Scott exclaimed, his voice making it seem like she had committed the worst felony known to man, "It's seven AM"

"... Seven oh three actually Scottie boy, get your facts straight" She chuckled, "And yes... yes I am a little... drunk on crazy, drunk on life" She exclaimed dramatically, her head falling back to the floor, practically eating a face full of duvet, "I'm surprised you two haven't resorted to that yet" She added, voice muffled, hearing Stiles let out a loud "What?" and Scott whispering "Your girlfriend is off her head"

"Hold on, I'm not 'off my head', my head is still firmly planted on my neck thank you very much" She told Scott and Stiles, assuming the phone was now on speaker as the reception was a little tinny, and then she chuckled, "But I guess it won't stay on if Kate has her way"

There was a sound of muffled voices and a quiet struggle before Stiles voice was on the phone, his voice now sounding strangely smooth and angelic now she was, ah, a little woozy.

"Kaylz... is everything alright? You need me to go over there?" He asked, voice lined with worry.

"Whaaaaaa... no, no don't be so silly" She shook her head back and forth quickly, making her head spin, "Don't want to interrupt one on one boy time" She said, furrowing her eyebrows, "Well... that came out wrong"

"Scott's fine... just moping abou- ow... what was that for? Yes you are moping around, don't deny it – anyway, he's fine... just looking for his phone"

"Awww did he lose his phone too?" Kayla asked, voice going particularly high, "Maybe Scott and I should make a club – whadda ya think?" She slurred making Stiles chuckle.

"What? Just the two of you – how fun" Stiles replied sarcastically, his voice light. Maybe it was the drunkenness showing through making her go loopy, or maybe she had just thought that all along, who knows, but the next words out of her mouth were definitely ones she wished she could take back – because Kayla didn't 'do' lovey dovey – at least, she had never done before.

"I really like your eyes you know – I mean... have you seen them?" She chuckled once she realised what she had said – eyes, seen, oh god, she should be a comedian, "They're like... I don't know, something nice – like glazed caramel or whisky... especially considering those with brown eyes are supposed to be the best at S-E-X" She hummed to herself, not realising she was speaking out loud until she heard Stiles splutter on the other end of the phone.

"Wh-what? How... what... I- god..." He muttered and Kayla smirked – god, she loved it when he fumbled.

"What?" She feigned innocence, trying to keep her head up straight.

"I just... oh god... urghhh, shut up Scott... wow, you really go all poetic when you're drunk huh?" He mumbled, sounding embarrassed, making Kayla laugh.

"Ya... dunno why though" She replied, hearing a vehicle turn up into her driveway and she jumped up, accidentally knocking Tabby off her back as she raced to the window, peeking out.

"Oh... well that's certainly a plot twist" Kayla said, watching Allison pull herself out of the car, biting her lip, taking a step towards the door but turning back, leaning against her car door, looking like she was debating the fate of the world or something.

"What's a plot twist? What are you talking about? Okay, you're _so_ totally drunk right now; I should probably come over..." Stiles spoke up, but Kayla quickly shook her head but, upon realising Stiles wasn't there to see her, she cleared her throat.

"The littlest Argent is here... and she's biting her lip... and she walking, no wait, she's turned back... and she's getting in her car, nope... she's coming back... no she's leaving... oh no, she's turned back around and she made it to the front door, finally, I mean, really, how long does it take to walk up a ten foot path?" Kayla thought to herself as she gave Scott and Stiles a running audio commentary of what was happening.

"Allison's there?" She heard Scott exclaim loudly, a rattle from the other end of the line, before Scott was speaking so loudly it made Kayla cringe, "What's she doing there?"

"How would I know?" Kayla retorted, spinning around from the window before promptly slipping on the duvet covers that were laid strewn on the carpet, making Tabby erupt into a giggle fit.

"Ow..." Kayla mumbled, "But she doesn't have her bow and arrows so I guess that's a good sign, right?" Kayla chuckled, hearing Stiles let out a loud 'Give me the phone', and he was back on the line.

"Just... keep us on the line, okay – I'm sure Scott's mom won't mind about the sky high phone bill" Stiles said, and she heard a struggle before Scott was talking to her again.

"Don't tell her about me, please" He pleaded, "I can't have her know now, especially-"

"Relax Scottie" Kayla waved her hand around offhandedly, "Your secret is safe with me" She promised just as the bedroom door was open and Allison strode in, indecision shining all over her face.

"Look... Everything has just been crazy lately, with everything that's happened I was trying so hard to figure out what the heck was going on and then I learnt that one of my best friend's was keeping this secret, this massive secret from me, that could've killed us all" Allison stated, pacing back and forth Kayla's room as Kayla looked up from the floor, watching her, the movement making her head spin, "And I just... I don't know what to do because I'm so mad right now, at you, at Kate, at my mom and dad and... I mean... werewolves?" Allison rambled before stopping, looking towards Kayla's bed before frowning and then glancing at her on the floor, her eyebrows raised.

"Wassup" She slurred, holding up her fingers into a peace sign, watching Allison stare at her before glancing towards Tabby, gulping loudly. Tabby, cute little innocent Tabby just stared at Allison with her big eyes, curiosity shining in them.

"... For the school play" Allison made up quickly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Tabs... give us a minute please... and make sure the fire alarm is working" She asked, without even thinking because, now she really looked, Allison did look a lot like Kate and that just brought back a whole heap of memories that Kayla did not want to remember, hence, why she drank the damn vodka anyway. Hurt flashed in Allison's eyes but she bit her lip, looking like she was holding in all the swear words she was just _dying _to hurl at Kayla, until Tabs left, singing some stupid Disney film to herself.

"There's no need to take jabs at me Kayla" Allison shot back, brown eyes boring into Kayla's, "I'm not the one that's been lying to everyone"

Kayla snorted, throwing the phone on the bed and trying to pull herself up, stumbling to her feet and glaring at Allison – she understood where she came from but damn, Kayla was not going to get stuck in the middle of some family war.

"I didn't want to" Kayla said, finally managing to stand on her own two feet, "So don't come in here acting all righteous with your hurt big brown eyes and vulnerable demeanour cause I'm not gonna fall for it" She snapped, "You're a part of this whether you want to be or not, so deal with it and quick" She added, hearing a sound of indignation from the phone, and glared at the object – those two really did need a lesson in subtlety.

"I-I can't believe you" Allison exclaimed, shaking her head, "You... you honestly expect me to just forget all of this hasn't happened? That you haven't been lying to my face?" She demanded, crossing her arms and quirking an eyebrow.

"No Allison, I don't" Kayla sighed, matching Allison's stance, "But I did expect you to be the bigger person and realise that not everything is about you" Kayla snapped back, her short temper returning full force, "You're an Argent... your whole family are werewolf killers - I'm not even supposed to be around you but maybe, if you opened your eyes, you would realise that we've all been trying to protect you" And then she held up a hand, cutting off what Allison was going to say, "And before you say it, yes I know, lying isn't the right way to protect people, but answer me this - you know about werewolves now... are you going to tell Lydia?" She demanded, watching as Allison gulped, "Yeah... thought not" She added bitterly.

"That's different though" Allison protested and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Different how? In all honesty how would you have reacted if I came up to you and said 'Hey Ally, wanna know a secret? My family are werewolves, supernatural creatures that turn on the full moon', would you have believed me?" Kayla asked, "No you wouldn't have so yes, I admit, you should've found out sooner, but you hadn't, so quit bitching over the fact someone you had only known for a couple of months hadn't told you a life changing secret" Kayla let out a long breath after her rant, her head even more fuzzy than before.

Allison frowned, staring down at the carpet in thought, "I just... hate secrets" She mumbled, her teary eyes now, finally, meting Kayla's, "You've been lying to me, my family's been lying to me... what about Scott? Has he been lying to me too?" She demanded, looking like she wanted to know but at the same time, not wanting to.

Kayla sighed, eyes flicking down to the phone and then to Allison - both her friends were asking her to do completely different things and, yet again, she was stuck in the middle.

"I don't know Allison - that's between you and Scott" Kayla held up her hand, trying to stay out of it and change the subject, "But I am sorry... and that's a lot coming from me, especially considering you're the one that came barging in here all high and mighty, and not to mention, just stood there as Kate tortured Derek... honestly Allison, you should just be glad I'm not throwing you out"

"Stop bringing Kate into this" Allison cried out, "This isn't about her"

"Isn't it?" Kayla let out a humourless chuckle, "Whether you want to believe it or not, your aunt is a murderer - and I'm sorry about that, I am, I've tried to be sympathetic towards her but, newsflash, I can't, so you can stay mad at me all you want but my feelings about this aren't going to change"

"Get in the real world" Allison snapped, "If anything, it's werewolves that are the cause of all the problems"

"Seriously Allison?" Kayla asked, "Don't go all stereotypical on me now - I know bad werewolves that have killed people, sure, just like humans have, but I also know ones that are so caring and helpful, who actually want to make a change... you're going to have to think of a better argument than that"

"Urghhh" She groaned loudly, rubbing her forehead, "Stop counter arguing me"

"Why? Because you know I'm right?" Kayla asked as Allison sent her a glare, "Ally, look... you're my friend and I care about you and whether or not you decide to ignore me for the rest of your life, I'm still gonna try and help because you're different - you're not like the others"

"Just... werewolves are real and..." Allison mumbled, bringing her jacket closer around her torso, "And my family are hunters and my friend is a werewolf..." Allison trailed off, shaking her head.

"One - I'm not a werewolf and two - a word of advice... stop mulling over it, you know now, move on, end of story" Kayla said bluntly.

"I can't just 'move on' - you don't realise what it's like to have everyone you love lying to you" Allison told her, voice croaky, sounding like she was trying not to cry and Kayla snorted - didn't she? Oh yes, obviously not, totally not like she hadn't just found out her dad wasn't her real dad but in actual fact her uncle was her dad, and a frigging murderous Alpha... it was all fun and games in her world.

"Ally... can we just call it a truce, okay? I don't wanna fight with you" Kayla sighed, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on, "I was wrong but-" Allison cut her off with a snort making Kayla roll her eyes in response, "Fine, way wrong, whatever, don't milk it too much cause there's only so much I'm going to apologise Allison, especially considering it's now the people that I care about that are in danger" Kayla warned, as Allison met her gaze, much softer than before... maybe even forgiving.

"I don't know what Kate did about your cousin" Allison told her, "And I don't know anything else"

"I know... well, at least I hope so, I know your conscience wouldn't allow it" Kayla admitted, biting the inside of her cheek, "But even if you still hate me can we just...be civil, for Lydia's sake... I don't want anyone going after her and I'm sure you don't too" Kayla proposed, looking at Allison expectantly as her friend chewed on her bottom lip, contemplating.

"Can the other werewolf... the Alpha... go after Lydia?" She asked in worry, brown eyes wide.

"Yes" She replied truthfully, making Allison furrow her eyebrows, "Which is why, if we work together, we can protect them"

"How can I help you after everything?" Allison asked, shaking her head, "I just... feel like I can't trust you anymore"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic" Kayla exclaimed, "I get it okay? It's a big shock, blah blah blah, but don't go all paranoid on me now okay? I'm still Kayla... I'm still your friend"

Allison frowned, eyes glazed over as she thought about everything and Kayla waited patiently, tapping her foot, feeling the sudden urge to puke as the hangover finally kicked in - aw great... guess being on the straight and narrow and avoiding all kinds of alcohol beverages made her a bit more susceptible to the painstakingly horrible after effects.

"Fine" Allison finally decided, "But I'm still mad at you" She added, crossing her arms but her gaze was subsequently softer.

"Understandable" Kayla replied, "I get it okay? It was like a moving train, our friendship, and then suddenly B-A-M, the engine conks out, there's smoke everywhere, people stranded, but now... now we're adding coal to the fire, getting it pumping again" Kayla admitted with an affirmative nod as Allison frowned at her, a very small smile on her face.

"Are you drunk?"

"Are you not?" Kayla retorted, "Cause, seriously, it makes everything like a hundred times better... floaty and less dramatized and all that crap" Kayla waved her arm, taking a step forward, her foot getting caught in that damn duvet again as she stumbled, plonking herself on the edge of the bed.

"Urghhh... I'll make you a coffee and then take you to school" Allison said in a stern voice, making Kayla frown.

"There's... there's school today?" She asked in confusion, staring at Allison like she had two heads.

"It's Thursday Kayla... so yes, there's school" Allison said with a roll of her eyes, striding towards her door but her hand faltered on the door knob and she turned around warily, "Just... tell me the truth on this one okay Kayla? Please? Cause I'm still in the middle of a total freak out and I need some honestly for once okay?" She asked and Kayla nodded, blinking wearily.

"What... what are you?" She asked, biting the side of her lip, eyes curious.

"That's a good question" Kayla giggled, giggled seriously?, pointing a finger in Allison's general direction, "You, my friend, are clever but, god's honest truth, cross my heart, swear on my family, all that jazz... I have no idea" She answered, collapsing back on the bed with a sigh, dreading the thought of having to go into flipping school, "And I take six sugars in my coffee"

"Six?" Allison exclaimed, shaking her head and striding from the room, muttering under her breath - okay, so that was one problem solved - maybe - Allison was still mad at her, but was willing to move forward, that was a start right? That was good...at least, she thought it was good, it was good right?

"Kayla? Kayla? Kay-laaaaa? Are you even listening to me? Oh for the love of almighty god.. KAYLA" A sharp voice screamed and she jumped, tirily picking up the phone and holding it to her mouth, about to speak into it but shook her head, pulling it back so she could lay it against her ear.

"Okay, okay... no need to shout lover boy, I can hear you" She murmured, eyes sliding shut.

"What the hell did I just hear?" Stiles asked in something between shock and awe, before Scott was shouting down the receiver, "Oh my god... she knows everything, oh my god, she's gonna hate me"

"I'll talk to you at school guys just... go away right now" Kayla sighed, shutting off the phone and throwing it to the end of her bed, about to shut her eyes but Allison was suddenly standing over her, large coffee cup in hand.

"Here" She said, thrusting it out, "You need to sober up - now" And that was how Kayla found herself being splashed with cold water, coffee chugging itself down her throat, a handful of aspirins being coaxed into her system and currently sitting in Allison's passenger seat, eyes screwed shut behind a pair of sunglasses, knee's pulled up to her chest.

"What were you even thinking about drinking your entire body weight of vodka... you must've known the outcome would be bad... unless of course the 'supernatural' is immune to stuff like that" And Kayla tilted her head to the side to stare at Allison and the girl shrugged in defence, "What? I don't know about these things"

"The whole 'werewolf business' gets to everyone... soon, you'll probably be in rehab or a mental institution" Kayla muttered, cringing as Allison took a sharp left into the school parking lot.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence"

"My pleasure" She replied dryly as Allison switched off the engine and Kayla pulled her messenger bag over her shoulder, warily yanking herself from the car as her friend did too, the silence between them was full of tension.

"If you're serious about wanting to protect Lydia... come with us shopping after school" Allison proposed, a bit warily, looking like she was regretting that decision.

"Dress shopping? Wow... the things I do for my friends"

"But... you're going to the dance aren't you?" Allison asked, suddenly looking worried, "I mean... I may be mad at you and kind of hate you right now but... I still don't want you to get hurt" She admitted, furrowing her eyebrows.

Okay, Allison was definitely on the route to forgiving her, finally...took her long enough.

"Yes... I wasn't going to, I was going to help Derek but uh..." Things got awkward between the two of them, Allison looking like she was going to defend her aunt and Kayla wanting nothing more than to convince Allison that Derek wasn't the bad guy - Kate was - but they both kept their mouths shut, bottling up their feelings, "And anyways... Stiles is kinda making a big deal about it so I don't wanna leave him high and dry"

"Does... does Stiles know... about-about you?" She asked hesitantly and Kayla nodded - well, she wasn't about to lie to her friend again, was she?

"Yup... but that was more of a... already knew kind of basis... oh, look at the time, I'm late... again" Kayla sent Allison a wave, "I'll see ya after school...to go dress shopping... yay" Kayla tried to cheer enthusiastically but it came out as more of a dry, fake laugh, before turning on her heel and walking away, keeping her head turned away from the sun light.

So, basically, the school day consisted of Kayla sleeping her way through most (Well, all actually) of her classes, asking politely, then pleading, then demanding that Lydia 'please shut up about the stupid formal' because that girl was talking her ear off - her friend's only reply was, "Don't pretend you're not excited because you are" - and Kayla had laughed at that - honestly, dances were just urghh, but Stiles was excited and seemed keen, the way his eyes would light up at any mention of the dance, his bright eyes flitting to her, so she didn't want to rain on his parade. She could suck it up for one night, right?

Her first initial thought about the dance was 'Put it off for as long as possible', make Stiles take Lydia and make up some excuse as to why she was late, but after everything that had happened recently, well... maybe she should stick close to her friends. So, yes, she would go to a dance with Stiles and try to have a good time, even though her dad was trying to kill everyone, her cousin was getting tortured and her friend looked to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown, but just details right?

"Lydia... I don't want a dress" Kayla said for the millionth time as they walked off the escalator but Lydia was stubborn - that's for sure.

"Touch luck, you're getting one" Was Lydia's reply, a smirk on her face as she looked around, "And he's going to help me pick one" And Kayla glanced up, seeing Stiles mucking about with a counter top full of perfumes and aftershaves, accidentally spraying himself in the eyes, flailing about for a second, his arms knocking over a mannequin dress up doll near by, letting out a shriek as it collapsed, making a hell of a lot of noise and Kayla chuckled, despite Lydia's disapproving glare in his direction.

"You all right there?" Kayla chuckled, giving a short wave in Stiles' direction as he looked up quickly, flushing as he saw the three of them staring in his direction.

"What? Me... yeah, fine, fine..." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced at the fallen mannequin, pointing at it, "That wasn't my fault - it just came out of no where" He defended himself and Lydia let out a long sigh but Allison smirked lightly and Kayla bit her lip to stop from full blown laughing her ass off - which in itself was a miracle because when she was hung over she usually just craved chocolate and horror movies, but a lot was changing, she guessed.

"Sure Stiles... sure" She drawled out, making her way over to him and grabbing his hand, dragging him away from the now, extra dead looking mannequin, away from the potential crime scene, "Or maybe you're just clumsy, ever thought about that?"

"I'm very stable on my feet actually" He protested as they reached Allison and Lydia, making Kayla raise her eyebrows - Stiles fumbled and stumbled and that was just him, "Okay... maybe not, but I'm not a walking disaster..." Just then though, Kayla's foot caught on a rack full of super girly outfits and the whole thing screeched across the floor loudly before clattering in a heap as Kayla accidentally pushed it over, trying to remain upright, "... Like some people" Stiles finished, smirking at her, covering his mouth to stop from erupting in a laughing fit.

"I can't deal with the two of you right now" Lydia murmured, brushing past the two of them, "I do not want to be seen harbouring the criminals that knocked over very expensive designer clothes... no I do not" Lydia added, disappearing into the wide range of clothes making Kayla smirk all the more - okay... maybe it wouldn't be _too_ bad after all.

**A.N) wow... chapter 30 WOW! ha! It wouldn't be possible with out you wonderful readers - hope you enjoyed this chapter and next chapter - THE DANCE! OOOOOOOH, what drama could possibly happen there?! ha! anyway... hope you all enjoyed and please please please review - it would mean a lot and really motivates me - cheers guys, see ya soon xx :)**


	31. Chapter 31 - Nerves

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An hour later they were still stuck at Macy's because someone (Cough - Lydia - Cough) just couldn't resist trying on about every damn outfit the shop owned, casually grabbing an outfit off the rails, holding it up against either Kayla or Allison, humming and ha-ing, a thoughtful look on her face the whole time.

"What are you trying to be Lydia - our own personal stylist?" Kayla joked as Lydia forcefully spun her around, looking her up and down.

"Yes" She replied bluntly, "Because if I don't at least have some input then, god help me, you would probably show up in your normal clothes"

"Hmmm... probably" Kayla smirked, plonking herself down on a row of those cushiony-type-poufy-stool-things, looking around in boredom - it wasn't that she didn't love hanging out with her friends, because she did, but dress shopping? That was just... bleh, and not counting the fact there was still _some _tension between Kayla and Allison as well but, thankfully, Lydia hadn't picked up on it yet. 'Yet', being the key word.

"Right, that's it...you" She pointed over at Stiles, an intimidating look plastered on her face, beckoning him forward with one finger, "Come with me" She demanded, and Stiles looked up, eyebrows raised to his hairline, mouth slack with shock.

"M-Me?" He gulped "Why?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Because you're going to prove your worth" She smiled one of those extra sweet, sickly smiles, "And, if you're dating one of my best friends, then you need... evaluating because, trust me, if you prove to just be one of those guys that enjoys breaking hearts then I will ruin you... I will ruin everything about you" Lydia said in a steady voice, staring up at Stiles through her eyelashes before blinking and flashing him a smile, "Come on then"

Kayla was smiling through out the whole 'threat' speech because, of course, Kayla thought fondly, she would show her love through trying to sort out Kayla's wardrobe and love life - and Kayla actually kind of loved it. Stiles gulped noisily and his nervous eyes met hers, begging, no scrap that, actually _pleading _for help.

"She's right you know" She smirked playfully, "You have to live up to your rep"

Stiles' eyes widened dramatically as his fingers started nervously tapping against his thigh and he sent her a 'really?' look, making Kayla smile even wider.

"Uhhh, okay, fine... yeah" He stuttered trailing after Lydia as she flounced around between isles, her nimble fingers picking out whatever dress caught her eye.

Once they were out of sight Kayla frowned, biting her lip. As much as she opposed this thought, as much as she tried to tell herself she was being stupid... she felt a teeny, tiny bit... jealous? Urghhh, she shook her head - there was no need to be jealous, Lydia was with Jackson and that was that, but... she couldn't help but feel like that... just a little bit though.

She had never pegged herself as the 'jealous' type, and she wasn't, not really, but damn... whatever the hell this 'feeling' was, it made her want to grab Stiles and full on make out with him in front of everyone, just to show that they were a couple. Kayla let out a frustrated noise, shaking her head as she collapsed back onto the seats, spread out, closing her eyes.

She felt bad for feeling such a petty feeling when her Derek, her cousin, was god knows where, probably getting the living daylights kicked out of him, or rather shocked out of him, but she was still human, she couldn't help what she felt.

And what was with the whole 'jealously' thing anyway - she had never felt that way about Aiden or anyone else, so what was so different about Stiles? Kayla just didn't know, and that's what freaked her out the most because, she realised with a jolt, she was seriously beginning to fall for him, like... _seriously _fall for him.

Well, that just made things a tad more complicated.

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><p>Stiles just couldn't believe the sheer amount of different <em>outfits <em>and _clothes _and _a__ccessories _there was in _one store. _He also couldn't believe why _anyone _found this _fun_. He also, also, couldn't imagine doing this as a _hobby _like Lydia seemed to do. It just... didn't make sense in his mind. When he went clothes shopping he did it on a 'need-to-do' basis, nothing more. Like if he needed more underwear because he wasn't going to go commando, or if he needed more socks because his toe was sticking out of the ones he had.

He trailed behind Lydia, being her own personal trolley, as she flitted between isles, throwing dresses into his arms as he hastily tried to grab them.

"Do you guys have time to try _all _ of these on?" He asked incredously, wishing he hadn't said that when she glared at him.

"Of course we do - we'll make time" Lydia stated, humming to herself as she got back to her task.

Stiles just nodded, eyes flitting around as he tried to keep up with Lydia. His own eyes trailed over her, his mind wondering why he obsessed over her for years. She was beautiful and smart and Stiles would always appreciate her but... he now knew it wasn't love, it couldn't have ever been love because he never knew her let alone talked to her. Sure, he still had a crush on her, but... it would never work out, it could never work out - he knew that now.

"So... uh, Lydia... just a quick question if you're not, ah... too busy?" He stuttered, gulping loudly - why was he even going to ask her these questions, she would probably tell Kayla, but at the same time he wanted to know, no, he _needed _to know.

"Yes?" She answered, not even looking at him as she concentrated on the dresses on the racks. He gulped again, tongue quickly wetting his lips as he glanced around, just to make sure they were out of hearing range from everyone.

"I just... uh... you know, um... it was just to see if, ah..."

"Oh spit it out Stilinski"

"Okay then" Stiles replied back quickly, "How-much-do-you-think-Kayla-actually-likes me?" He rushed out, biting his lip after as Lydia looked around, sending him a 'what-the hell?' stare.

"Mind repeating that so those that can actually function properly, can understand you?" Lydia asked, raising her delicate eyebrows as she sent him an unimpressed look. Stiles sucked in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever comment Lydia was bound to make next.

"How much do you think Kayla actually, uh... likes me?" He asked, chewing the inside of his cheek as Lydia snorted, letting out a small laugh.

"Why? Beginning to feel insecure?" She smirked and Stiles narrowed his eyes, immediately ever regretting talking to _Lydia Martin _of all people about this, "But" She continued, making him look up in shock, "to answer your question, yes... yes she likes you. How much? Probably too much"

"W-What?" He exclaimed happily, internally fist bumping that he wasn't just imagining things.

"Of course she does - why do you think she would willingly volunteer her spare time with you?" Lydia said rhetorically, rolling her eyes, and Stiles didn't even care about the level of snark in her voice because, it was one thing to be going out with someone, because seriously... whoa, but it was another to hear the most popular girl in school say one of her best friends actually likes you - wow.

"Yes" Stiles cheered loudly, pumping his fist before looking around nervously, realising he was making a scene.

"You really didn't know that?" Lydia asked, hand on her hip as she sent him a disbelievingly glance.

"No, no I did I just... uh... waned to make sure" He shrugged, trying to change the subject but clearly Lydia was having none of it.

"Well..." She hummed, tilting her head to the side, "I don't know why - I would've chosen someone with a better social standing but if there's one thing I learnt about Kayla from these past couple of months... she's stubborn and she's certainly _not _going to listen to me" Lydia spun around, hand on her hip, making Stiles raise his eyebrow.

"Uh... what?" He asked, glancing down at himself and then back to Lydia.

"I just hope you had enough common sense to buy a suit because I know I'm going to enjoy this dance, Allison is going to this dance, Kayla I'm not so sure... she hates about any 'normal' social activity - so I'm going to make sure she does" Lydia told him and he gave a jittery nod.

"Yup - yup, got a suit - check on the suit front"

"Good" Lydia said in approval, "Maybe you actually have a chance in the long run then" And even that small, yet somewhat megative, compliment, made Stiles happy for the rest of the day.

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><p>Kayla had straightened her hair earlier in the day so it now fell loosely down to her hips, took a massive ten minutes out of her very, <em>very <em>busy day to put some eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara on and was now currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room, blaring her music full blast in her earphones wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and a baggy 'Metallica' T-shirt.

That was until the buds were ripped from her ears and she looked up into her aunt's disapproving face.

"Kayla" She said sternly, "Your boyfriend is picking you up in ten minutes and you're not even dressed yet" She exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips in a very Lydia like fashion as Kayla raised her eyebrows.

"I know... and?" She asked confused, sitting up and glancing at the clock - he would actually be here in eleven minutes, her aunt was exaggerating.

"And... you need to get ready. Now. Right this second. Move it" He aunt hauled her to her feet, forcefully dragging her out of the living room and up the flight of stairs, making Kayla stumble after her.

"Wha- Jane... oh my god, you're being dramatic... there's plenty of time" Kayla laughed as she fell into her room, watching her aunt whizz around like some insane person, raking through her jewellery box and rummaging through all the bags Lydia had purchased for her.

"I know you hate school dances, and I quote, 'they're so cliché it makes me want to eat my own liver', but... I just want you to have one night where you don't have to worry about all that 'werewolf' business... just, be a girl... it's not so bad y'know?" Jane said lightly, nudging her arm and Kayla gave a grudging smile.

"I guess" She gave in, laughing loudly when her aunt smiled and clapped her hands like a five year old, suddenly holding up a Macy's bag.

"Ah... this must be it! What does it look like?" Her aunt gushed giddily and Kayla smirked, shrugging.

"I don't know - Lydia picked it out whilst I tried my best to be preoccupied with other things" She replied as her aunt let out an audible gasp.

"You... you haven't seen it?" She exclaimed, ripping open the bag like it was some kind of Christmas present and hauled out a emerald, shimmering green dress that sparkled slightly in the light and even if Kayla wasn't all that into 'dressing up', even she had to admit... it was kind of beautiful.

"Wow" Her aunt murmured quietly, stroking the material, "Your friend has great taste" And Kayla smiled - yes, well, it was Lydia.

"She does" Kayla agreed, taking the dress into her hands and looking down at it - okay, it was just one night, she could do this.

"Okay, chop chop, put it on - I'll wait here" Her aunt clapped and Kayla chuckled, making her way into her bathroom and locking the door, stripping off her T-shirt and shorts and holding out the dress at full length. It was short, but not too short, coming to just above the knee's, the waist was fitted and it was one shouldered. Okay, yeah... it was nice, like really nice...damn Lydia, Kayla thought fondly.

After five minutes of struggling into the dress and doing some very weird concoctions with her body, she managed to get the zipper up her back and flattened the dress out. She looked on the mirror, smiling when she realised she didn't actually look _too_ bad.

"Come on Kayla" Her aunt knocked on the door quickly, "You have two minutes" And laughed as she opened the door, bringing her long hair over one shoulder.

"Now...I know it probably looks ridiculous, especially considering I never wear dresses, but-" Her aunt cut her off, admiration layered in her voice.

"Kayla, oh my god, you look... you look stunning" She whispered, looking ready to burst into tears, "I mean, really... oh wow" And Kayla chuckled, throwing her aunt a box of tissues that lay on the cabinet next to the door, "Honestly Jane - it's a high school dance, not my wedding day"

"But if things go right it could lead to that... some big fancy wedding with thousands of guests and a massive wedding cake" She gushed and Kayla just raised her eyebrows - she was sixteen and her aunt was already planning her wedding? Go figure - she was probably planning Tabby's as well.

"Okay Jane" Kayla laughed, slipping on a pair of flats near by because she was definitely, definitely, _not_ wearing heels - no way in hell. She may have the werewolf gene in her but walking in heels was like walking on damn stilts and it would only surely lead to her breaking her ankle. The sound of the door bell ringing made both her and Jane look towards the door, and a big wide smile appeared on her aunts face.

"Oooooh he must be here" She said excitedly, "I finally get to meet him - it's Stiles right? Stiles Stilinski?" She asked, and Kayla nodded, "But that's not his real name - he won't tell anyone his real name" Kayla added fondly, remembering how she tried to coax it out of him, to no avail.

"Stiles it is" Her aunt nodded affirmatively racing to the bedroom door, "I'll get it just... gimme two minutes to talk to him" And her aunt sent her an innocent look when Kayla just raised her eyebrows in a questioning glance, "Y'know to... get acquainted with him" And Kayla snorted - her aunt was _so _going to threaten him, no doubt about that.

"Sure Jane... I'll be down in a minute" And Jane squeaked, yes actually squeaked, before taking off down the stairs as Kayla shook her head fondly and began to hum some random ass tune to herself to calm herself down. She didn't know why she was nervous, she most certainly was not a nervous person, but all of this was just so foreign to her it did make her heart race just a little bit faster. But, on the other hand, it was going to be with Stiles and that was fine, she got on with Stiles, obviously, so maybe it wasn't going to be too bad.

"Okay... you can do this - it's just a dance... a high school dance... a high school dance with other people... a high school dance with other people and no alcohol... you'll be fine" Kayla murmured under her breath to herself, pacing the length of the room, "Just, forget about Derek and Peter and Kate and focus on Stiles" She added, nodding to herself, "Focus on Stiles and you'll be fine... stay with Stiles" And the thought that she basically had the whole evening to just chill out with him did make her feel a teeny bit giddy, making her smile to herself.

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><p>You can do this, Stiles thought to himself, sucking in a deep breath, just... press the doorbell, it's not hard, just... tap it, taping it is good, just... be a man, he thought, reaching out a hand and shakily pressing the button for the doorbell, hearing it buzzing inside the house. He had never felt this nervous in, like, ever - seriously, he was shaking and sweating and his whole body buzzed with a new, jittery type of energy. Just the thought that he was actually taking a girl, a girl he seriously liked by the way, to a dance made him seriously scared yet extremely giddy at the same time.<p>

He was biting his lip, holding a bouquet of lily's in one hand as he heard the sound of footsteps crashing down the stairs just as the door was thrown open to reveal a woman in her early thirties with startling blonde hair and a very, very wide smile plastered on her face - Stiles recognised her as Kayla's aunt - Jane.

"You must be Stiles" She grinned, grabbing his arm and tugging him in, much to his shock, "It's so great to finally meet you after all this time" She gushed, "It's nice to put a face to a name, especially an incredibly handsome one like yours" She grinned, and Stiles felt himself beginning to blush.

"U-Uh... thanks, you too - I mean, to meet you not the handsome part, well... you're handsome, in a woman way not a man way, oh god... uh... yeah" He stumbled over his words as a playful grin spread across Jane's face, reminding him of Kayla.

"You're adorable" She stated, making Stiles let out a nervous chuckle, "But, just tell me one thing... you're not some kind of... 'player' are you?"

"Wha- Me? No, no, no, no" He rambled, shaking his head quickly, trying to get on the good side of Kayla's family, "Definitely not, I, uh... I kinda suck at the whole 'relationship' thing... I think, I mean, I've never had a 'relation-type-thing' before but, uh... I'm trying" He added feebly, feeling his palms getting clammy.

"Good" Jane nodded in approval, and Stiles let out a whoosh of air, "Because I know Kayla can handle herself but if you hurt one hair on her head... you'll end up in a wheelchair" Jane grinned and Stiles felt his eyes go wide - oh dear god, what was it with people and threatening him today? First Lydia and now her Aunt Jane? Oh god.

"Dually noted" Stiles gulped, feeling the colour drain from his face.

"Now, aside from that... I like you" She concluded, "So try and have fun tonight, alright? Be crazy, go crazy just... not _too _crazy" She smirked, sounding a lot like Kayla at that point in time, and Stiles gulped, a faint tinge coming to his cheeks at the implications in that sentence.

"Honestly Jane... trying to scare away my date?" Kayla's teasing voice floated down the stairs and Stiles looked up, feeling his jaw go slack. Holy god. What... what were they talking about? He honestly had no clue because, wow... just... wow, that was about all he could think. Kayla was wearing a skin tight green dress, pinched in at the waist, showing off her long legs as she skipped down the stairs, a slight ruffle of green fabric that went over one shoulder, the emerald green shiny material bringing out the colour of her eyes perfectly.

He vaguely remembered that dress being thrown on the pile that Lydia had created, and he remembered thinking 'Wow, that dress rocks', so he guessed Lydia picked up on it and chose it and, oh boy, was he glad she did.

He would definitely thank her for that later.

"Uh... um... h-hey" He stuttered, picking his jaw up off the floor, blinking quickly to not completely freak everyone out by his constant staring. From the corner of his eye he saw Jane smile, eyes flitting between the two of them, before tip toeing backwards, though he hardly paid attention to it.

"Hey back" She smiled, finally landing at the bottom of the stairs, picking up her beige jacket off the stand and staring at him, "They for me?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows at the lily's in his hand. Stiles frowned, glancing down and then nodded fervently, holding them out with a shaky hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Y-Yeah" He confirmed as she took them out of his grasp, her hand gently grazing his, making his heart race at the contact, "It's traditional I, uh, guess" He added.

"They're lovely, thanks" She smiled and Stiles chuckled quietly to himself.

"I know you're just dying to say how cliché I'm being, right?" He laughed even more as she pinched her face together, shrugging.

"Oh totally" She laughed, "But in some circumstances it's not necessarily a bad thing" She concluded, smiling as she placed the flowers on the table in the hall, "I'm sure Jane, whose so listening in right now, will put them in some water"

"Will do" A voice called back, making Stiles' eyes widen, looking around to see where she was hiding.

Kayla chuckled, biting her lip as she stared up at him through her long eyelashes, "But I must say Mr Stilinski, you scrub up pretty nicely yourself" She smirked, hand straightening his tie out as he glanced down at her.

"I should hope so - I had to go through a lot of pruning to get to this" He teased, cocking an eyebrow when her lips twisted to the side, as though she was trying hard not to laugh.

"Uh huh" She drawled out, green eyes gleaming up at him, "Well, it certainly paid off" She whispered to him, leaning forward and gently pressing her lips to his, one hand sliding over his shoulder to pull him forward and, hey, Stiles wasn't complaining. One hand landed on her hip as he kissed her back, completely lost in the moment, until he heard someone trying to stifle their laughter and peeled one eye open, seeing Kayla's mom, aunt and cousin, Tabby, all leaning around the corner of the hall, bright smiles covering their faces.

"Um... I think we have an audience" He murmured against her lips and he felt her lips quirking, "Good" Was all she said back, kissing him for a few more seconds before pulling away and lacing her fingers through his.

"Well then... let's see if we can survive this evening then, shall we?" She looked up at him and Stiles head was still a little hazy from the kiss, but he nodded, "It's a high school dance - not much can go wrong" He told her, opening the front door as they walked down the steps and just as Kayla reached out to open the passenger side door to his jeep, he let out a loud yelp, scrambling forward, putting himself between the jeep and his girlfriend.

"What? What is it?" She asked in alarm, frowning at him, until Stiles took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it as he opened the door for her.

"Wow... very chivalrous" She giggled, smiling as she climbed in and he nodded, shutting the door behind her and racing around to the other side, hopping in himself.

"Uh... Stiles? Are you planning on taking up gardening as a hobby?" Kayla laughed, looking in the back of the jeep and Stiles followed her gaze, seeing the sheer amount of bouquets of flowers spread out, from roses to bluebells, to pink flowers to purple, and gulped.

"Uh... yeah, I didn't know what flowers to get you so, uh..."

"So you bought the whole flower store?" Kayla asked incredously, laughing and Stiles nodded before erupting into laughter himself because, honestly, it was kind of ridiculous... maybe spending $400 on flowers was just a _tad _excessive.

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	32. Chapter 32 - You've got moves Stilinski

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"You really went all out huh?" Kayla chuckled, turning around in her seat to face the windscreen, away from the, seemingly hundreds, of flowers that littered the back of the jeep – and when she said hundreds, she meant _hundreds, _she wasn't exaggerating.

"Yeah" Stiles admitted, shrugging sheepishly, "I'm kinda new to the whole 'dating' thing" He muttered, looking embarrassed and Kayla smiled, finding it adorable.

"Yeah, me too, I wouldn't worry about it" She told him as he turned his head to the side, staring at her, wide eyed.

"You haven't... but I thought... you and Lydia said... about the other guy..." He stumbled over his words, eyes flicking from the road to her face curiously and Kayla just 'eh'd' with a shake of the head.

"Who, Aiden?" She laughed, "We never 'dated' per se... he was just... I don't even know to be honest; he was a mistake I guess... everyone has a past" She added, biting her lip as she shrugged nochantedly.

"So you didn't, like... love... him or anything?" Stiles questioned, chewing the side of his cheek like he was afraid of the answer, his hands tightening on the steering wheel ever so slightly.

"Oh yes Stiles, we were madly in love" She said sarcastically, laughing quietly, as Stiles' lip quirked up, sending her a fake, playful glare.

"Ha-ha" He told her, "I'm just checking out the competition, ya know, trying to play to my strengths"

"Awww, you jealous?" She cooed good naturedly, "Because you shouldn't be, like, not in a million years, not ever... you are _way _better than Aiden - promise" She told him honestly as they drove around a corner, getting closer and closer to the school, or to dooms day as Kayla liked to call it.

"So am I like, I dunno... a better kisser maybe?" He asked gingerly and she raised her eyebrows in response, trying to contain her laughter as he sent her an innocent look, "What? I'm just... inquiring – you never know, something like that may be good on a resume" He joked, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, smirking in her general vicinity and Kayla bit her lip. Both of them kissed completely differently – Aiden was full on, lips smashing together forcefully to the point where it left you gasping for breath, where as Stiles, well, what could she say about Stiles? He started off soft and gentle before plunging into the deep end, so to say, and yeah, she kinda loved it.

She hmmm'd to herself, pretending to think that question over, tilting her head to the side and smirking as Stiles let out a choked noise, mouth gaping open as he sent her an astonished stare, caramel brown eyes shocked.

"Oh chill Stilinski, I'm joking" Kayla assured, patting his hand that was on the gearstick, "Of course you" She laughed, using her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. Stiles blew out a breath, shaking his head as if to clear it.

"Good – you had me worried there for a sec" He told her in a completely serious voice, making Kayla even more amused. Wow – he really didn't know how good he was, huh?

"Just keeping you on your toes" She replied back as Stiles turned his hand over, grasping hers that was still patting his, and intertwining their fingers together. Mushy? Oh totally, but a certain amount of mush was alright. Hand holding was like what people did in elementary school but she really did love the feel of her hand in his, so she let it go.

They drove up to the school just a few minutes later, Stiles' long fingers straightening out his tie as he ran a hand over his short hair and then pointed a finger in her direction.

"Keep yourself firmly planted on that seat, alright?" Stiles warned, "Like glue" He added, hopping out of his jeep, his exaggerated movements almost causing him to fall flat on his face, but he managed to stabilise himself. Kayla repressed a snort at his ridiculous behaviour – what did he have planned now? She waited as patiently as she could until the passenger door creaked open and Stiles was grinning at her, holding out his arm.

"Madam" He smirked and she smiled, chortling at him as she twisted around in her seat, throwing her legs out and placing them on a stool that Stiles had conveniently placed beside his jeep, like they did in the olden days where they would help the woman out because of their ridiculously long and floaty dresses – yeah like that.

"Sir" She replied back with a smile, doing a little courtesy as she stood up, linking her arm with his and, just as ladylike as ever, jumping to the ground, shaking her hair out of her face.

"That was surprisingly graceful for someone wearing a dress like a second skin" Stiles said in approval, slamming the jeep door shut as he tightened his grip on her arm.

"One of the many hardships of being a girl I'm afraid" Kayla said dramatically, "The things we do for the male gender is seriously overwhelming"

"Well, I can definitely say I appreciate it" Stiles grinned, "Because I think you look beautiful" He told her, voice all dreamy and romantic like, "I mean... not that you don't always look beautiful, because you do, I just meant you look extra beautiful – oh god..." He muttered, running a hand down his face in mortification.

"Stiles, its fine... I know what you meant because I can actually understand your ramblings... most of the time" She added as they walked in amongst the crowds of people all battling to get into the school – quite a sight if Kayla had to admit, probably the first time she had ever witnessed people _happily _trotting into school.

"Good - because nine out of ten times I usually put my foot in my mouth and bad things happen and, yeah... not good" He concluded as they walked up the front steps.

"Well I find it weirdly charming"

"Yes, if you like socially awkward then I'm your guy" He flashed her a cheeky grin, pulling her into the school and down the long corridor, straight into the hall where the dance was being held. There were balloons and streamers and music and, god, everything that was so cliché to dances was there.

"Wow" Stiles muttered under his breath, "They sure know how to turn a horrible place with extremely bad and self depredating memories into a reasonably decent space" He whispered, eyes skimming the hall in appreciation.

"Yes... a reasonably decent space that can be renamed 'hell'" Kayla added, watching her fellow school mate's dance around happily or sitting on the bleachers, engrossed in conversations with their friends.

"I don't think it's _that _bad" Stiles smirked, dropping her arm and instead choosing to take her hand, probably in case he was worried she was about to flee the scene like some kind of criminal, which she was tempted to do, "I'm sure you've been to a school dance before"

"Nope" She claimed, "I stayed well away, far far _far_ away from _this" _She added, waving her free arm around the entrance to the hall, "It's not my scene"

"Wait – you've never been to a school dance before, like ever?" Stiles exclaimed, jaw slack with shock.

"Yes, like ever" She smirked, "Why, have you?"

"Of course" He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Not with a date or anything, but with Scott, yeah"

"Aw, you two would make the perfect couple" She teased, nudging his side, "I can see it clearly – you and Scott slow dancing to 'My heart will go on', everyone 'awing' and 'cheering', the spot light on the both of you... maybe I should just leave and find Scott for you" She added, chuckling as he tightened his grip on her hand, bringing her even closer to his side.

"Not a chance Hale" He whispered in her ear, leaning down slightly to do so and then placing a soft kiss to her hair and suddenly tugging on her arm, pulling her into the hall, a wide smile on his face.

"I bet you fifty bucks you'll have a good time tonight" Stiles called over his shoulder, "And, for once, I'm one hundred percent positive I'll win"

"Oh, another bet Stilinski?" She laughed, "Cause I'm already in your debt for the whole 'cheeseburger' situation" She told him, and he winked at her over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I haven't forgotten about that either" He warned playfully and she smiled, "I always repay my debts" She reminded him, "And you'll get your cheeseburgers soon enough"

They managed to squeeze their way through the crowd, Stiles guiding the way clumsily, and she was tempted to just push forward and take control, but held back – this was Stiles' night after all and if he wanted to take the chivalrous, gentleman lead role, then so be it.

These kind of events made her uncomfortable, just slightly though, but she felt more relaxed in Stiles' presence – oh got that was cheesy, cheesy but true, and, oh god, since when did she turn into a girl? On their way over to a table Kayla spotted Allison and Jackson standing beside the punch table, little conversation between the two of them, and as her and Stiles walked past, Kayla sent Allison a smile and when the girl smiled back gently, Kayla knew things were going to be okay between them - strained for a while, but okay.

"Ooooh, vodka" Kayla muttered, grabbing the bottle of alcohol from Jackson's grip, quickly swigging a few gulps, before placing it back in his hand as he stared at her with confusion and slight shock.

"You're not the only one dreading a school dance Jackass... I mean Jackson" Kayla smirked, giving a quick wave over her shoulder as Stiles finally managed to guide them through the crowd and find a few free seats at a round table.

"Wow... we've only been here all of two minutes and you're already resorting to being drinking buddy's with Jackson... what's next, you ditch me for some stranger with piercings and tattoo's" Stiles joked, holding out the seat for her to sit on.

That had got to be the hundredth time this evening Stiles had been cliché – not that she was counting or anything.

"Maybe, we'll see how the evening goes" She smirked as he plonked himself down next to her and she began picking away at a bowl of peanuts on the table.

"You do know you're going to have to dance with me at some point tonight, right" Stiles informed her rhetorically, leaning forward, a sparkle in his eyes, "That is why it's called a 'dance' – you know... so couples can move to the music being played"

"Funnily enough, I knew that definition" Kayla replied, leaning forward too, determined not to back down, "But... I would much rather do this with you..." She trailed off, slowly trailing her hand up his arm, feeling him shudder as she ran it up over his shoulder and down his chest to play with his tie.

"It's, uh... not going to work..." Stiles mumbled, though he seemed distracted and Kayla smirked.

"What's not going to work?" She questioned, feigning innocence, staring into his eyes.

"Uh... um, distracting me with your, ah, persuasive charm" He told her, chewing lightly on his bottom lip but Kayla still felt him leaning forward slightly, like he was beginning to give into temptation.

"I would never do such a thing" She exclaimed, "I'm a Hale Stiles... since when do we play dirty?" She asked, smirking as she leant forward slowly, teasing him, trying to see who would break first... but what Stiles did next surprised her. Just as he leant forwards, his lips about to touch hers, he suddenly pulled her to her feet, grabbing her around the waist to stabilise her at the shock of being on her own two feet again.

"Hales play dirty" He whispered to her, "But two can play that game" He told her, smirking, as he dragged her out onto the dance floor, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline at the shock.

"Wow Stilinski... that's a dark game you have there" She observed as he found a free space in the hall, taking her wrist and spinning her around, straight into his arms.

"I have to have to keep up with you" He claimed, raising his eyebrows as they swayed back and forth to the music – it was strange, like, it wasn't fast, upbeat music playing right now, but it wasn't quite 'slow dancing' material either. Strange. So Stiles settled on spinning her around a couple more times before pulling her backwards so her back was to his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"See? That wasn't so bad was it?" He chuckled in her ear, his hot breath brushing across her skin.

"You've got moves Stilinski" She laughed openly, leaning back into his embrace, "I've gotta admit that"

"Well of course I've got moves – I'm a pro at 'let's dance'" He claimed and she chuckled to herself as he took a hold of her hips firmly, twisting her around so she was now facing him, "No, seriously, I beat my dad and Scott every time" He told her with a smirk, "There's no stopping these hips once they get started" – just at that thought, Kayla smiled, biting her lip at _all _the possibilities that one sentence made her imagine.

"Not that like" He protested, blushing slightly, "I just meant..." He trailed off, fumbling a bit.

"You just meant 'your hips don't lie', right?" She laughed, swaying her body from side to side, running her hands up and down his arms, tapping her fingers in beat to the music.

"You should come over sometime, we'll have a dance off" He told her, making some ridiculous Michael Jackson thriller move making Kayla erupt into a giggle fit.

"I would love to" She told him, grabbing his hand and spinning around quickly, "But it just depends on what kind of dancing you mean – cause I'm ace at the robot or, y'know, the other more seductive, sultry side" She teased, biting her lip to stop a full blown smile spreading across her face at the slightly shocked and dreamy expression on his face.

"Both sound... great" He exclaimed, banging his head to the beat of the music as it got slightly faster and as the minutes went on the two of them ended up producing such ridiculous moves they were surely only making idiots of themselves but, oh well.

"God, I need a drink" Kayla said breathlessly half an hour later, the heat finally getting to her and Stiles, poor guy, looked worse off than she did – literally, she thought he may need Scott's spare inhaler any minute now.

"That's... that's a good idea" He gasped, swiping a hand across his forehead, "I'll get them" They departed and Kayla strode across the hall and grabbed a seat at a spare table, throwing herself in it and smiling, just as Lydia came up with her perfect hair and immaculate make up, folding her arms across her chest.

"This dance sucks" She stated, taking a seat next to Kayla and she smirked in response.

"You're the one that was going on about how 'fun' it was going to be" Kayla replied and Lydia glared at her.

"I was being optimistic" She snapped, sitting back in the chair, "But clearly, I was wrong to be"

"Where's your date anyway?" Kayla inquired, looking around for the jock Lydia said was taking her because she knew he would be around here somewhere because a) Lydia hardly ever got stood up and b) Lydia would _not _show up to a social event like this without a date – if she had to she would probably steal someone else's, Kayla thought, in the fondest way possible.

"Following me about like a love sick puppy – I needed a break from all the touchy feely"

"So you decided to come join your best friend" Kayla smirked, "I'm honoured" She smirked, holding a hand to her heart, making Lydia crack a small smile.

"Yeah... except now I feel like a third wheel and I _never _feel like a third wheel, I make others feel like a third wheel" Lydia stated, twisting her head to the side and watching Stiles flap about through the crowd, clumsily stumbling over to their table and taking the seat in-between Lydia and Kayla.

"So, yeah... they only had a choice of either punch or, well... punch, and I'm pretty sure Jackson and Danny spiked it and... oh, Lydia... hey" Stiles said as if finally realising she was there. Lydia forced a small smile on her face as she nodded in acknowledgement before turning away sulkily and Stiles sent Kayla a questioning look and she just shrugged in response.

"So, uh... Lydia - who took you here then?" She asked, taking a sip from her glass as Lydia replied in a short and snappy voice, "Brian", which resulted in Kayla almost spitting her drink out and choking on it when she swallowed it quickly as to not make a scene.

"Brian?" Kayla asked, "As in the Brian that you were so eager for me to date, Brian?" She asked, chuckling when Lydia scowled but nodded reluctantly.

"Huh... well if it's any consolation you would make a good couple" Kayla shrugged, leaning back in her seat as Stiles swivelled his head from side to side to watch their conversation, a perplexed look on his face.

"I just told you... he's too _bleh_" Lydia said, reaching forward and grabbing Kayla's drink, taking a large, yet lady-like, gulp, out of the cup just as Brian, speak of the devil, came up behind Lydia, placing his hands on her shoulders and smiling.

"There you are – thought I'd lost you" He smirked, before coming to his senses and finally realising there were others around him. He glanced at Kayla and then to Stiles, frowning, before looking back at Kayla and trying to plaster a neutral look on his face.

"Kayla" He greeted, and then nodded his head to Stiles, "Stiles"

"Brian" She smirked, biting her lip to stop from laughing because, oh god, awkward much?!

"Douchebag" Stiles muttered under his breath and Kayla nudged him with her elbow in the ribs, stifling her laughter as Brian narrowed his eyes and amusement flared up in Lydia's.

It was all silent for a moment, tension hanging in the air, until all their heads snapped up when they heard coach shouting Scott's name across the hall and Kayla looked up, watching as Scott ran down from the bleachers, trying to dodge the coach, and erupted into laughter as they watched on amused.

"So he made it after all then" Kayla said happily, as she saw Scott pull Danny up to the dance floor, wrapping his arms around his neck in a very romantic way.

"Of course – did you think my plan was going to fail?" Stiles retorted, looking very proud of himself as he watched Scott make his way over to Allison.

"Your plans do have some kinks in them" She smirked and he gaped at her.

"They do not" He exclaimed and she sent him a look with her eyes, a look which clearly stated 'c'mon Stiles, let's be real here', and he sighed "Fine... _sometimes_ they need ironing out but I'm like the plan master okay? I'm the master of plans – of all the plans"

"If you say so Stiles" She chuckled with a shake of her head, "And what was this 'master-plan' anyway?"

"Uh..." Stiles scratched the back of his neck, flushing slightly, "To use the 'bolt cutters' to snap the chain to the roof entrance" He admitted, face screwing up, probably because he realised how un-cool and how simple his plan was.

"That's it?" Kayla chuckled light-heartedly, "That was your plan? Even Tabby could think of a better one than that"

"It... it was work in progress" He stated, and Kayla caught both Lydia's and Brian's eyes on them but paid no heed, trying to ignore their presence

"Okay Stiles" She said, patting his chest in comfort and he took her hand in his, fingers grazing across her wrist before linking their fingers and pulling her to her feet.

"I believe a slow dance is in order now" He told her, eyes bright as he glanced sideways at Lydia and Brian, ever so subtly, as per usual, note the sarcasm, before putting a hand on her hip and pulling her forward, the other hand working its way through her hair as he kissed her, his lips moving gently over hers yet with a hint of desperation and... Possessiveness? Wow Stiles, jealous much, she thought fondly.

A few seconds later he pulled back, keeping his forehead pressed against hers and smirking.

"Teaser" She grumbled as he sent one last smug look to Brian before tugging on her hand and guiding her over to the dance floor. He spun her around once before pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"So, was that jealously or do you just love to rub it in his face?" Kayla whispered in his ear as they moved together, a silent hush falling over the hall as the slow music played and she saw Scott and Allison not far off, leaning in for a kiss – thank god, Kayla thought, maybe now Scott can finally tell Allison about his little 'monthly problem' and they could work through that too.

"A little bit of both" He laughed, his hand gently stroking her back.

Kayla just shook her head in amusement, resting her head on his shoulder, hands lying against his chest.

"Ya know... I always used to love the colour blue, dunno why, but when I was younger every item of clothing I owned had to be blue" Stiles chuckled, and Kayla looked up at him curiously, wondering where this was going, "And then I moved onto the colour red... and then yellow and, yeah, you get the picture" Stiles concluded, his thumb now gently stroking her cheek, "But, now, for definite, my favourite colour is by far, green" He told her, staring into her eyes and Kayla smiled – okay, yes, seriously cheesy but it did pull on her heart strings a little bit, just by the way he was gazing into her eyes made her feel... _things_, just things she couldn't specify yet.

He gripped at her tighter as he tilted her chin up, slowly moving in to press his lips to hers gently – not in the showing off way like he did not two minutes ago – it was more... soft and caring and, oh god wow... wow... wow... she thought, cursing the effect he had on her, and fisted his shirt, bringing him in closer.

"Suck up" She murmured when they pulled away for breath, slowly peeling her eyes open tiredly, "That's me" Stiles grinned gleefully, looking proud, and she shook her head good naturedly.

When Kayla looked up, however, she saw both Scott and Allison gone and Lydia 'awol' again and got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling just... that something was off, different, weird, whatever.

"Um... you don't mind if we take a break, do you? I just... uh... kinda wanna make sure Lydia's alright – she hasn't been herself lately" Kayla asked, pulling away slightly to look at Stiles.

"Oh, if you mean 'not herself' being way less cold blooded than normal then sure, she is acting a little off" Stiles said sarcastically and Kayla laughed but still bit her lip, worry for Lydia beginning to build up in her chest.

"But, sure, yeah... I could do with stretching my legs anyway" He told her with a small smile and she sent him a grateful look, and this time it was Kayla leading him off the dance floor and out of the hall.

"So, uh... what do you thinks' wrong with her then?"

"I dunno... this whole break up with Jackson threw her off her game I think" Kayla replied, striding to where her locker was situated and punching in the combination, quickly opening it up and pulling out her spare pair of denim shorts and a long sleeved red, V-neck top to go with it.

"Uh, what... what are you doing?" Stiles stumbled over his words and when Kayla looked around she saw him flushing slightly, eyes wide.

"Changing into more suitable clothes because there is no way I'm hiking around the school with a frigging dress on... so uncomfortable" Kayla told him, bringing her long hair over one shoulder and then turning around so her back was to him.

"Do you mind helping me with the zipper?"

"Wait... w-w-what?" Stiles stuttered, seeming genuinely surprised at the suggestion and Kayla couldn't help but smirk to herself.

"Zipper Stiles... it would be a great help" And a few seconds later she felt Stiles' warm hands pressing against her back, a slight tremor to them as he gently, and slowly, pulled the zipper down the back of her dress until it stopped at her lower back.

She just let it fall, kicking it up to catch it and stuffing it in her locker, kind of glad to be out of it, quickly pulling on her pair of shorts before turning around, shaking out her top as she stuck her arms in – and Stiles' face was definitely a Kodak moment. His eyebrows just about reached his hairline, one more so than the other, his mouth gaping open, eyes as wide as saucers with a slight glaze to them, an almost vacant look on his face, body leaning forwards slightly.

"What, Stiles? It's not like I was naked or anything" She chuckled, pulling the top on over her head quickly, pulling out her hair and finding a spare hair band in her locker, expertly swinging her hair around her hand as she tied it into a high pony tail.

Stiles was still staring at her, his expression priceless, until she snapped her fingers in front of his face, and he shook his head, reminding her of a dog, his cheeks darkening blood red.

"You okay Stiles?"

"Wha- Yeah, y-yeah... why-why wouldn't I be?" He gulped, swallowing loudly and fixing her with an embarrassed stare.

"C'mon" Kayla laughed, grabbing his hand, "We've got a friend to find"

**A.N) I tried to update as soon as possible - ha! So what did you all think of the dance scene? I was a little nervous to write it and see how it would play out but I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know – also... more drama coming up – woop! So please leave your thoughts below, they're serious motivators and I will love you forever! See you next time **


	33. Chapter 33 - Well that was tedious

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There was something rejuvenating about walking out of school and the cool, fresh air hitting your face, Kayla thought, as she threw open the front doors to the school, the feeling in the pit of her stomach increasing as she began to full out panic.

"Jackson" She hollered, gripping Stiles' hand tighter so he could keep up with her as she pelted down the steps, seeing Jackson's pale and seriously freaked out face. He glanced up, blinking rapidly as if he was drunk – which he probably was – jaw twitching.

"Have you seen Lydia?" She demanded, skidding up beside him – he gulped, glancing over her shoulder, face clammy and Kayla sighed, clicking her fingers in front of his face impatiently to grab his attention – she just felt like time was running out for some weird reason, causing her heart to beat about ten times faster.

"Jackson" She snapped, and he refocused on her, giving his head a quick shake.

"No... No I haven't but, uh..." He trailed off; glancing around nervously and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Stiles must have, too, picked up on his nervous demeanour because he stepped forward, shoulders squared off determinedly.

"Jackson... what did you do?" He asked voice low, making Jackson look up and Kayla saw pure fear in his eyes, like before when they met, him running away from the gunfire at the Hale house, and she felt her heart sinking into her chest.

"A-Allison's f-father..." Jackson stuttered, hand running through his hair nervously and Kayla paled.

"He knows about Scott, doesn't he?" She asked, already knowing the answer, as Stiles stared at her and him in shock, "You told him" She accused and Jackson's eyes went wide.

"He was going to kill me" He defended, spreading his arms wide, "I-I had no choice"

"No, you had a choice Jackson; you just went with the easy route to save your own ass" She fumed, watching as guilt spread across Jackson's features, eyebrows lowering.

"I can't believe you" Stiles exclaimed loudly, "Look – just because you want to be some hardy guy running this show, that doesn't give you the right to ruin Scott's life while you're at it" He continued, normal caramel brown eyes a few shades darker than normal, "Cause if he dies..." Stiles threatened, pointing a finger in Jackson's face, "If he even gets as much as a scratch... I'll make sure there will be hunters on _your _ass and see how you like that"

Jackson gulped noisily, head jittery as he nodded and Kayla cringed, glancing around as she got the sense of... duty? Anger? And... achievement? What? Maybe this was what Peter was talking about when he referred to their 'connection' – he did say that, in time, she would be able to feel his emotions like he did hers (Tad creepy? Yeah!) so that meant...

"Oh god..." She breathed, holding up a hand between the two males as they were about to go at it again, furrowing her eyebrows, "We need to find Lydia" She deadpanned, "We need to find her now"

"... Why?" Jackson asked rather timidly, voice laced with confusion and apprehension.

"Just trust me on this, okay? Something's bad is gonna happen, I just know it" And Jackson continued to stare at her like she was off her frigging head but Stiles squeezed her hand even tighter making slow circular motions with his thumb on the back of her hand.

"How bad?" Stiles asked, meeting her gaze, not even questioning how she knew just... went along with it, trusted her, making confidence wash over her – they would stop Peter, Stiles was the brains, they had strength in numbers on their side... they couldn't fail, they just couldn't.

"Bad" She nodded, not wanting to waste anymore time, "Jackson, I know somewhere under that 'I-don't-give-a-shit-attitude' you actually care about Lydia so please... try getting over yourself and helping us okay?" She asked, or maybe demanded, she didn't know because the worry for her friend was only constantly increasing, making her even more snappy than usual.

Jackson swallowed, his eyes suddenly turning to steel as if he was, in actual fact, getting his shit together, "What do you need me to do?" He asked, and Kayla shared an uneasy glance with Stiles – surely the three of them could save her, right?

"Check the school" Kayla said, making Jackson nod.

"And if you find her... call us, yeah? Some of us _do_ actually worry" Stiles said, somewhat snidely, but Kayla understood where he was coming from. As Jackson ran off, making his way back into the school, a hell of a lot more sober than when he came out, "Okay, be straight with me, what the hell is happening?"

Kayla glanced at Stiles as they both made their way down the concrete steps, the cold night air making her shiver, "I think, uh... Peter's here" She told him, finally reaching the parking lot and looking around, trying to pinpoint where these new 'connected' feelings were coming from.

"Wha-... here? As in _here here? _At this very moment, here?" He exclaimed, eyes almost popping out of his skull.

"Yes, _here here_, so we have to find Lydia... now... before he does something" Kayla replied, "We should split up – you go that way" She pointed where the lacrosse field and off buildings were, "I'll go the other way and we can meet halfway"

Stiles began to chew on his bottom lip nervously, "Is splitting up such a good idea?"

"Probably not" She answered honestly, "But... it's Lydia" She shrugged her shoulders, "Peter won't kill me... hopefully, fingers crossed, and I doubt he'll take a bite out of you" She said, causing Stiles to place his free hand over his heart in mock appreciation.

"Thank you... that's so comforting" He said sarcastically, though Kayla still felt how his fingers clenched around her own tightly, tugging her body closer to his side.

"That's the idea" She said back, as quickly as she could, pulling on his tie and crashing her lips to his – she had no idea where that sudden burst of 'clinginess' came from, it all seemed too 'Romeo and Juliet' for her liking, like some stupid, cliché, last kiss or something, but all she knew was that the whole 'Peter' situation was dangerous, so she just wanted him to know that she did, really, care for him, and just because she wasn't good with words and didn't quite have the emotional capacity yet to explain it to him, she hoped he already knew.

'Actions speak louder than words' as the popular phrase went.

His lips were slightly chapped though gentle at the same time as she wrapped both her arms around his neck, hands running over his short hair, cutting off whatever he was going to say, his mouth tasting slightly of fruit punch and mint, a strangely intoxicating flavour if Kayla had to admit.

When she pulled back, Stiles had a somewhat vacant look on his face, like he was shocked she had just kissed him.

"I'll see ya in a bit" She whispered, extracting her body from his, biting her lip, "Okay, just... promise me you'll be careful, and yes, I know, the word 'careful' isn't in your dictionary" She tried for a light hearted smirk, taking a step backward, "But I mean it Stiles"

"Scout's honour" He said, saluting her, "But the same goes for you, you know" He told her, the last bit of his sentence dripping with seriousness, "You can be quite... irrational"

"Coming from you" She shot back, taking a few steps backward, further away from Stiles, "Good luck" She told him, spinning on her heel and jogging away before he could say anything back, probably for the best, she thought. She was constantly worried about her friends and family, especially if something big like this was going down, but she tried not to let it show. She felt it made you look weak, especially in front of your enemies, if they knew your Achilles heel was the people you care about – it made getting to you a hell of a lot easier, she would know.

Inside though, her whole body was practically screaming with worry for Stiles, uncertainty for Scott and pure, raw fear for Lydia because she knew, _she knew, _Peter was planning something with one of her best friends and, along with the worry and fear, she felt red hot anger. She needed to protect Lydia – Lydia who was oblivious to the whole 'werewolf' business, and if Peter even touched her... things would not end well, probably for the both of them.

She sprinted around the school building, seeing the woodland not far off and debated going in there, shouting out her friend's name but used her common sense – Lydia would not venture out in the middle of the woods, probably not ever, so that ruled that out.

"Uh" Kayla ground out in aggravation, wanting nothing more than to stomp her foot on the ground like a five year old, "Think Kayla, think, think, think" She chanted closing her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, "You're Lydia... looking for Jackson... where would you go?" She spoke to herself, trying to think like Lydia and access Peter's feelings at the same time.

Right now, though, it was more of a quiet buzz, like he was just standing by, waiting for the right moment and that probably scared her more than anything else – it showed he was cunning and sneaky, and wasn't afraid to wait to get what he wanted.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't hear anyone coming up behind her until she felt a rough hand land on her elbow, immediately making her go into defensive mode. Without even thinking, her hand shot out, twisting the mystery person's arm and slamming them into the side of the school building roughly, adapting her stance to a fighting position as a form of defence.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... easy tiger, no need to go all 'hulk' on me" Brian gasped, raising his hands in surrender, face scrunched up in pain, although he seemed... unfazed by it, like getting slammed into a wall was what he was expecting and less, immediately making her even more suspicious.

"You" Kayla stated, dropping her position into a more relaxed one, aggravation creeping into her voice because, damn it, he was hindering her – she needed to find Lydia... and Stiles... and Scott... and Allison, hell, even Jackson was on that list too.

"Me" He confirmed, "And... Ow, you're pretty strong for someone who looks like they can't bench-press ten pounds"

"I'm sorry, are you here to ask me something or insult me, because I've actually got more important places to be" Kayla said snarkily, full on irritated now, taking a step back and grimacing slightly as the feeling in her stomach increased.

He rolled his shoulder blade as if he were in pain, stepping away from the wall, an unusual dark glint in his eyes, "You tell me" He told her in a hard voice and Kayla furrowed her eyebrows, her brain going through all the scenario's as to what the _hell was going on._

"That's kinda why I asked" She snapped back, hands curling at her sides because, dammit, she didn't have time for his crap right now. She rolled her eyes when he just continued to stare at her, turning around, preparing to storm away, searching for her best friend, but he placed a large and firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"Not so fast Hale" He snarled and she ripped away from his grasp, turning around to glare at him, "You see, it's a funny thing deception... no matter how you paint it, what bright, happy colours you use to cover your tracks... the bottom layer will always still exist"

"What the hell are you talking about?" She growled, "Cause you're talking a load of gibberish that no sane person could possibly understand" She added, crossing her arms, her feet just itching to run because, for whatever reason, she just knew Peter was going to do something any moment now.

"Deep down you know what I'm talking about" He hummed to her, sending shivers up her spine, "You have a gut feeling" He smirked and Kayla frowned at him, until she felt realisation dawn on her features.

"Ah... and the ball finally drops" He smirked, before glaring at her, eyes alight with fire, "I know about your kind... and I certainly don't like them... so you're going to tell me where this Alpha is before things gets dirty" He warned, suddenly looking a hell of a lot more intimidating than before.

Kayla kept a neutral look on her face; pretending to be unfazed by that startling bombshell, even though on the inside she was freaking out because her stomach was knotting up and she could practically taste Peter's anticipation in the air.

"Then you're asking the wrong girl I'm afraid Brian" She told him as he advanced on her and she felt her anger beginning to spiral out of control – she wasn't scared of someone like him, but he had the nerve to hinder her, to put people's lives in danger and, god, she felt livid.

"I don't think I am... Hale" He snarled, lunging forward and Kayla felt her eyes tingle and that familiar sensation coming back, meaning her eyes were glowing green. Brian fumbled for a second, eyes going wide with shock and confusion, so Kayla took that as her opportunity, grabbing his out stretched arm, using it as leverage to yank him forward, making him stumble, before pushing him backwards so his back slammed into the wall again, more forcefully than before.

"I don't care what you know, or what you think you know... today is not the day to mess with me" She snarled, clenching her fists as he pushed himself up off the wall, his suit jacket all squint and torn.

"Werewolf" He growled, and she rolled her eyes, about to tell him to get his facts straight because dammit, her eyes were _green, _not even yellow or blue or red, but _green, _but he hurriedly upturned his pockets, pulling out a small wooden box and unclasping it quickly, pulling out a sprig of Wolfs bane.

"That's not gonna..." She started to say, until... ow, what the hell? It felt like her insides were burning and, what? That had never happened before. She let out a groan, taking a few steps backwards in pain.

"Tell me who the Alpha is. NOW" He demanded, and Kayla cringed, blinking blearily as the pain increased, feeling like her own blood was boiling. However, before she could make some snarky comment, her whole muscles tensed and she could feel Peter's sense of triumph, of bloodlust almost, and a sense of fear... from Lydia.

Forgetting her pain, and the evil glint in Brian's eyes, Kayla stood up straight, her head whipping to the direction of the lacrosse field.

"LYDIA" She screamed shrilly, worry eating her insides as, without even thinking, she kicked away Brian's hand, getting the Wolfs bane as far away from her as possible and launching herself off the ground, successfully kicking him in the throat, making him collapse backwards and begin spluttering, face turning beetroot red.

And then she was off, sprinting as fast as she could, not even caring that she just left him choking for air because Lydia was in danger, peter had done something to Lydia, and that was all she could think about. She skidded onto the field, breathing heavily and looking around, the lights shining on a pretty horrific scene. Lydia was lying on the ground, unmoving, while Peter stood over her, glaring at Stiles who had taken a few steps backwards, his face fallen.

Oh god. Her eyes zeroed in on Lydia, at the blood oozing from her wounds and the crimson liquid smeared all over her pretty dress and her fair skin. She ran over to the scene as both Stiles and Peter looked up, stopping whatever forced conversation was between them. Stiles eyes were wide and fearful, his face almost pleading, where as Peter smiled at her as she approached, a thoughtful look plastered on his face.

"Late to the party again Kayla?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, and she glared at him, feeling her eyes glow again as she stood face to face with him, only just managing to control her short temper.

"Back. Off" She snarled slowly, trying to get him to take a step backward, away from her best friend, "Now" She added and Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Why... do you even care?" He mocked her and she glowered at him, shoving his chest, making him stumble backwards as she leant down, feeling the pulse in Lydia's neck – it was slow but still there, and Kayla breathed a sigh of relief as she carefully took her friend's head, placing it on her lap.

"Don't be getting all sentimental on me now Kayla... not now when I need you" Peter told her, clasping his hands behind his back but Kayla didn't say anything, avoiding his steely stare and focusing on Lydia, trying to keep her comfortable.

Peter exhaled loudly, just as Stiles bent down beside her, his shoulder touching hers as he gazed down in fear at Lydia.

"How is she?" He asked, sending her a worried look and Kayla looked up at him, her fingers still stroking Lydia's hair gently.

"Alive" She breathed, before glaring up at Peter, "No thanks to _someone_"

He rolled his eyes as dramatically as usual, sending them both a withering look, wiping some blood from his chin, "Are we not past that yet?" He asked, "All I need to know now is where Derek is... preferably his exact location"

"If we knew that, don't you think we would've told you?" Kayla demanded, glaring up at him.

"Yes, you would've" Peter confirmed, "Because he's your cousin and you care about him... but Stiles has no connection to him" His eyes slid over to the boy in question who gulped, trying to put a neutral look on his face though Kayla saw right through it, and if she did then Peter certainly would.

"I don't know where he is" Stiles said, trying to sound smooth, but his voice had a slight shake to it, as he avoided her gaze. Yes, he was definitely lying, and Kayla narrowed her eyes, cussing him internally for not telling her his theories before now.

"Stop lying Stiles" Peter deadpanned, his eyes flashing red momentarily, "I know when you're lying and you'll just get yourself into deeper waters" Peter said, a dangerous hint to his voice, as Kayla nudged his arm, urging him to just tell the truth because if Peter could do this to Lydia... she shuddered to think what he could do to Stiles.

Stiles glanced sideways at her, a guilty look on his face before staring up at Peter.

"Scott lost his phone... only... I think Derek took it" He explained, gulping noisily and Kayla let out a long exhale – her cousin was actually pretty darn smart – he took it so they could find him... if only they knew sooner.

"Why?" Peter questioned, his eyes narrowing.

"All phones these days have GPS on them... if we can access the Scott's password... we can find Derek" Stiles said, his voice trailing off into a soft whisper as his face fell and he glanced down, avoiding both their stares.

"Good... you see, this is what I like to call 'team work'" Peter smirked, hand sliding through his hair just as a shout from behind them made them all turn around. Brian was walking onto the field, a smug look plastered on his face, lip curling at the sight of them.

"You're the Alpha" He stated, glaring at Peter, breathing heavily as he got closer and closer to the four of them, "You're the murderer"

"Who is this?" Peter hmmm'd, tilting his head to the side like a curious child, "Another amateur?" And Kayla looked between the two males glaring at one another and gulped – oh god, they didn't have time for a fight right now, couldn't they see the state Lydia was in?

"I'm not an amateur" Brian ground out, hands clenching, suddenly whipping out a silver gun, pointing it at the three of them, "I'm a protector... and you guys are the abominations" He stated, lip curling as he began to fire off a few shots, directed at all of them, and Kayla pushed Stiles down, her body landing on top of his as the fear spread through her veins, because dammit, nothing was going to happen to Stiles.

Her hands was on his back, pressing him to the ground as she turned around, watching Peter stride forward, a clear intention in his step, and Kayla couldn't do anything because she was holding Stiles down and trying to protect vulnerable Lydia at the same time, as Peter reached out, grabbing Brian by the throat and lifting him up off the ground, a sickening crack echoing around the still night air.

"Well that was tedious" Peter said, turning around, sending them an innocent look and all Kayla did was snort and glare at him... bloody hell.

**A.N) Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm looking forward to writing the next few chapters, especially the next few chapters so I hope you stay tuned – I'm away for the weekend on holiday but I'll update after that but I hope you can all tell me what you think of this, as motivation? Ha! I will update soon so please review – see ya next chapter x**


	34. Chapter 34 - Battle of wits

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Kayla was speechless... and that was quite a feat to accomplish. She may not like Brian, especially after him basically trying to kill her, but she didn't want him _dead. _Dead was bad. Dead was the complete opposite of good. Dead was... dead. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to separate her feelings from Peter's - she was horrified just glancing down at his slack body, but at the same time she felt... happy and proud of it, well, Peter did, but she felt what he was feeling so it was basically the same thing.

She sat up, removing her palms from Stiles' back, glaring at Peter the whole time as she readjusted Lydia's limp body, pulling her into her arms.

"Why the hell did you do that?" She demanded, seeing from the corner of her eye, Stiles' eyes wide, flitting between the two of them, his face paler than she had ever seen before.

"You know why" Peter said back, glancing once more at the fallen body before shrugging and strolling forward as if he didn't have a care in the word.

"Oh really? Enlighten me" She snapped back sarcastically, checking Lydia's pulse once more before gently handing her over to Stiles as carefully as she could. Stiles fumbled for a few seconds, trying to adjust to the limp body that was now laying against his chest, and she stood up, shaking with anger.

"He had a gun Kayla... you're not stupid"

"Didn't mean you had to kill him" She said back coldly, hands curling at her sides, as he strode up to her but she stood tall, not backing down.

"It's just more convenient" He whispered back, a smug note layered deep in his voice and that was when Kayla snapped. Peter was just... despicable. He thought he could get away with breaking down people just because his feelings were hurt - well, that just wasn't on, especially when one of her best friends was now either dying or turning into a werewolf. Her hand shot out, slapping him across the face quickly, the sharp sound of her palm hitting his skin echoing around the field.

"Honestly Kayla... that's no way to treat your father" He smirked, head turning back around slowly to smile smugly back at her, and just at the mention of that, the reminder that she was related to him, made her lash out again, anger blinding her, but Peter caught her hand in his, gripping it so tight she felt her bones crushing together.

"Enough of that" He told her as if she was six and not sixteen, "We've got work to do" - She held in a groan of pain as she ripped her hand from his grasp, sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow, fully prepared to just snap at him because, dammit, he just made her _so_ mad.

"Guys..." Stiles called out, somewhat nervously, glancing up at the two of them, terrified, "There's no time for 'family domestics'" He told them, glancing back down at Lydia who, if possible, looked a hell of a lot paler than before, and that sobered up Kayla so to speak. She pushed her anger for Peter away and dropped to her knee's beside the two of them, catching Stiles' eyes.

"Call Jackson - he'll get her out of here" She told him and then turned around to glare at Peter, "Do you approve of that my liege?" She said sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow as Peter smirked, nodding his head ever so slightly, an approving look plastered on his face. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Stiles who whipped out his phone from his pocket, fingers shaking as he tried to dial Jackson's number.

"Hey" She whispered quietly, tilting her head down to meet his gaze, "Everything's gonna be fine, I promise" She added, trying to put a hopeful look on her face because everything just had to be okay, it just had to, there was no other way that Kayla would let prevail. Stiles' scared eyes met hers and she felt her reserve crumbling because of the hurt look in his honey brown eyes.

"For once, I think you're wrong" He whispered back just as quietly before Jackson must've answered because Stiles sniffed, moving his eyes away from hers to focus on the conversation. Kayla sighed tiredly, glancing down at Lydia - Lydia was strong, she was going to be fine, she just had to be fine. Kayla blinked away the tears threatening to well up in her eyes at the sight of her best friend, looking so limp and weak and _dead. _

A feeling of accomplishment ran through her chest and she growled angrily, snapping her head to the side to glare at Peter.

"Stop feeling so happy about this" She snapped harshly, meeting his surprised gaze, "Or I swear to god I will knock that smug look off your face"

"Wow... I didn't expect it to happen that quickly" He admired, staring at her with an inquisitive eye, smirking at her.

"Well it has and it's incredibly annoying" She snapped, feeling, yes feeling, his amusement from where she was sitting, just as Stiles hung up the phone, "Is he coming then?"

"He's on his way" Stiles confirmed, adjusting Lydia's position so her head lolled on his shoulder, and Kayla thought that if Lydia could see her hair right now, she would probably have a fit. Kayla let out a sigh of relief, but wished she hadn't when Peter's hand clasped around her upper arm, hauling her to her feet, making her stumble, just as gracefully as ever.

"And that's all you're getting" He told them both, still keeping a tight grip on her arm, "Now you're coming with me - no more stalling, no more excuses - now" He said in a hard voice, a voice which clearly warned them both that they had to do as he said. Kayla furrowed her eyebrows, feeling a different, more deluded, sense of worry resting in the pit of her stomach - Peter's. Peter was worried for Derek, he may not show it, but his emotions told her otherwise... maybe she could use that to her advantage.

"If you think we're gonna leave Lydia then you really are delusional" She snarled at him, feeling her eyes flare up with that vibrant, glowing green again because of the force of both Peter's and hers emotions running through her body, "You can't just do that to someone and then leave them for dead"

"Collateral damage" He told her honestly, grabbing Stiles by the collar of his shirt and pulling him clumsily to his feet, shaking his head at Stiles' fumbling.

"Oi... ow... we're not dogs y'know... you don't need to keep us on a leash" Stiles murmured under his breath, sending a glare Peter's way, making him roll his eyes.

"A couple of hormonal high school children thinking they actually know what they're doing... yes I do" He hummed, still dragging them along as Kayla glowered at him, staring back worriedly at Lydia who was lying limply on the cold, hard ground and worry spiked through her entire being, worry for Derek, worry for Scott, hell, she was even feeling worry for Stiles despite him being within a foot of her because, right now, Peter was unpredictable and hell bent on revenge... that in itself was a lethal combonation.

He walked them both back around to Stiles' jeep, the silence between the three of them hanging over them like a tension filled blanket, neither of them not knowing quite what to say. The drive to whatever parking lot Peter had directed them to go in, was not a long one, taking just under fifteen minutes - or rather fifteen minutes of hell, as Kayla preferred to call it.

She jumped out of the back seat, trailing behind the two guys as Peter grabbed Stiles' shirt, hauling him forward and Kayla raced forward to the other side of Peter, just to keep an eye on him, to make sure he wouldn't do anything to Stiles. Peter seemed to sense whatever kind of worry was running through her veins because, as they were walking, he looked over to her and smirked smugly.

"Chill Kayla... I'm not gonna do anything to your boyfriend... I need you on my side" He told her, and Kayla could feel how he was being, somewhat, truthful, well, as truthful as Peter could ever be, which, in itself, was saying something. She snorted, turning her head away as they reached a car, Peter getting ready to pop the trunk.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked in bewilderment, looking around nervously.

"My nurse's"

"What happened to your... oh my god" Stiles exclaimed loudly, backing away slightly, a look of mortification plastered on his face. Kayla looked down too, clenching her fists at the sight of the dead nurse, resisting the urge to just slap Peter over the head because he was just using people now and not caring who he hurt and that just... irked her, for lack of a better word.

"I got better" Peter replied back smugly, slamming the trunk shut, holding a laptop bag and staring at Kayla with an unreadable expression.

"What? No snarky comment from you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in faux astonishment, "What do you want? A frigging gold medal for the most subtle murderer?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And there it is" Peter whistled, "Anything else to add while we're not busy?" He smirked, opening up the laptop case and pulling out the laptop, "About how Karma is coming for me soon enough?"

"Karma takes too long, I'd rather just beat the crap out of you now" She rolled her eyes, standing beside Stiles as Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Have I left that much of an impression on you?" He smirked, seeming amused.

"I'm sure when people discover the centre of the universe, you'll be shocked to know you're not it" She shot back, feeling like this was a battle of wills of some sort.

"Way to be bitchy Kayla" Peter said, tilting his head to the side and Kayla snorted.

"You may prefer to call it bitchy... I like to call it motivational speaking" She replied back, glaring in his direction, and Kayla began to see him getting more flustered.

"Clearly a fan of sarcasm" Peter hummed, giving a small shake of his head.

"I'm allergic to stupidity so I break out in sarcasm" She replied back coldly, watching Stiles from the corner of her eye as his head swivelled back and forth like he was watching some interesting tennis match or something, eyebrows furrowing.

"That's a low blow Kayla" Peter said, smirking slightly as he began to type away on his laptop.

"Well, I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed" She replied back, feeling aggravation creping into her voice just by talking to the guy - clearly a sign she hated his guts right? He must have picked up on what she was feeling because he stopped typing for a moment, glancing at her from the side.

"Keep on playing that game Kayla, but you can't fool me - take digs at me all you want but I know what you're really feeling" He said in a creepy tone and Kayla tried to keep a neutral look on her face, just to let him know he was not getting to her this way, "Oh yes, what's that? My extreme hatred? Aggravation? or maybe the fact that I want to bash your head in?"

"No" Peter sighed, letting out a small chuckle, "When push comes to shove... you won't let me die... I'm family"

At that comment, Kayla really did laugh because, oh my god, what an idiot... he couldn't be serious could he?

"Seriously? You killed Laura - _Laura... _my cousin Laura, Derek's sister, you're _niece, _turned an innocent schoolboy into a werewolf, bit one of my best friends, killed a classmate and god knows how many others and you think I care about you?" She laughed to herself, "No Peter, I'm on board with everyone else... I hate your guts"

"Nope" Peter sang, "Just because you're too emotionally compromised to recognise your own feelings, I can... I know you Kayla"

And that, right there, made her snort, "I'm the emotionally compromised one? You're the one killing people for sport"

"It's a healthy display of anger" Peter sighed, swivelling around the laptop to face Stiles, "You should try it sometime"

"Oh yes, let me get right on that and apply for the learners permit" she sassed back, stubbornly facing away from him in anger.

"It's a learning curve" Peter said, "Now Stiles - onto more important matters... the GPS"

"Oh... you're a mac guy - is that just a personal preference or does it go for all werewolves?" Stiles asked sarcastically, his voice slightly shaky, and Kayla glanced sideways at him in worry, watching as a thin layer of sweat built up on his forehead, foot tapping more beats per second than Kayla thought possible. Dropping her wit-war with Peter, Kayla slid her hand around to his lower back, slowly rubbing circles on the shirt clad skin to try and make him more at ease. His breathing evened out and his foot stopped tapping, instead choosing to focus on the screen in front of him.

"Get connected Stiles" - Throughout the whole exchange between Peter and Stiles, Peter demanding and ordering Stiles around, Kayla stood as still as she could, holding in all that anger because she knew that, if she got angry, then it would just make matters worse, and that was something they couldn't afford. She paid a lot more attention to Stiles than Peter, trying anything to keep him calm and somewhat sane because he was knew to this after all.

Her hand had gone from rubbing circles on his back to sliding up his shoulder, trying to get rid of at least some of the tension that had built up, making the muscles in his back tight and rigid. She felt selfish for thinking this when all the other shit was going on but, the more time she spent with Stiles, the more she never wanted to leave. Even just the thought that he could get hurt because of all this B.S made her whole body quake with anger and a sense of bitter loss erupt in her chest, but it was different to the other losses she had experienced.

She knew what it was like to lose people, hell, she had practically lost her whole family, but this feeling was different. It was like, before, she couldn't stop what was already in motion but she had a sense of protectiveness and unselfishness when it came to Stiles, confusing her even more. So yeah, she liked him a lot, but how much was actually 'a lot'? She was kind of scared to find out.

"Hmmm, interesting" Peter said, his body facing the laptop screen but when Kayla peeled her eyes away from watching Stiles' nimble fingers flit across the keyboard, she met Peter's knowing gaze and frowned at him, sending him a questioning look.

Peter just smirked, glancing sideways at Stiles and back to her, eyes inquisitive.

She followed his gaze, watching a range of expressions cross Stiles' face, and when he did that little thing with his tongue, making it poke out between his teeth at the side of his mouth, it took all the effort in the world to tear her eyes away. Dammit - she had basically just confirmed everything she felt to Peter. Damn, damn, damn.

Peter raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, in Stiles' direction, as if he was saying 'Really? This guy?'

Kayla just narrowed her eyes back, basically telling him to shut up.

And, when realisation dawned on her that she was actually acting civil towards Peter, towards a flipping psychopath who has murdered people, albeit not innocent people, but still people, she tore her gaze away from his, her back going rigid. Kayla sighed, blinking away whatever feelings of fondness had welled up in her chest because, dammit, she wasn't supposed to care, not about Peter but... if truth be told... she missed it. She missed having a father figure in her life. She missed her dad, her real dad, and before the fire Peter was always so nice and full of life, a complete one eighty to what he is now.

"Wait... what?" Stiles exclaimed loudly, snapping Kayla out of her thoughts as she let her hand slide down his arm, grasping his hand tightly as she looked at the computer screen, letting out a long exhale in shock, "That's where they're keeping him? The school?"

_"The SCHOOL?!" _Kayla screeched, her mouth opening wide in horror, "The frigging school? That bitch moved him to the school?" She exclaimed loudly with a small shake of the head, "Well darn... that was a wasted car journey"

Just then though, both Kayla and Peter's head whipped to the side at the same time, her ears picking up on the howl that echoed throughout the still night air, something that she wouldn't normally be able to hear but, damn, when Peter bit her it must've really messed her up big time. Her eyes slid to Peter who shot her a determined glance, hurriedly packing away his laptop and throwing it in the back of the car. He demanded for Stiles' keys, only to break them, making Kayla roll her eyes at his showing-off, honestly, it was completely un-necessary.

"I like you Stiles" Peter said a moment later in a completely serious voice and Kayla's eyes widened slightly - Peter liked someone? Shocker - that was definitely a plot twist and Stiles of all people? Kayla thought he was great, obviously, but Peter didn't seem quite as fond of him. Well, hopefully not as fond of him because that would've gotten awkward.

"You've got brains and my daughter seems to have taken an interest in you" He continued, taking a few deliberate steps forward, "Since you've helped us, I'm going to give you something in return... do you want the bite?" - And not to be over-dramatic or anything, but Kayla's heart did actually skip a beat, or maybe two beats, it was hard to know. She sucked in a breath, taking a step forward to stand next to Peter. Stiles met her gaze, a clear look of confusion in his caramel brown eyes.

"What?"

"Do. You. Want. The. Bite?" He asked slowly, as if Stiles was a moron or something, "It's not something that I just give away... you should be privileged I'm even offering"

"That's just... that's crazy" Kayla exclaimed, head whipping back and forth between the two of them, "He doesn't... he can't... you can't..." She fumbled, struggling for words because this was another one of her nightmares coming true - his body could reject the bite, Stiles could die and, oh god, no way... first Lydia and now Stiles? Peter was just a damn curse.

"If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you could be just like Scott, just as powerful, no more waiting on the side-lines, watching him become popular, watching him get the girl... well, I guess you already have that covered, but if you want to keep a hold of what you have got and more... I would take this offer _extremely seriously_ - it's a one off deal Stiles"

Kayla's heart pumped faster as she shook her head quickly, sending Stiles a pleading look, which Kayla hardly ever did, proving that this was a desperate situation. He sent her an undecided look, a bead of sweat running down his temple as he gulped and stared back at Peter who took another step forward, carefully lifting up Stiles' arm.

"Yes or no?" He asked, teeth elongating into K-nines and Kayla shook her head even more furiously, gripping the back of Peter's jacket tightly in her hands, sending Stiles a frantic look to try and tell him it wasn't worth it, that having that kind of curse would just be a long and hellish road for him to go on, that he was completely fine the way he is, perfect even, he was completely perfect, buzz cut, moles, awkwardness, style and all, that he didn't need to be something more because he was frigging _Stiles Stilinski, _he invented the word 'unique'.

Of course though, she was still with shock, so she had just said all of that in her head and not out loud, idiot, and as Peter was just about to sink his teeth into Stiles' skin, he pulled back, cheeks tinging with red, whether from embarrassment or anger, Kayla didn't know.

"I don't want to be like you" He stated in a hard voice, "I don't _need _to be like you" And Kayla blew out a long breath, feeling relieved.

"You know what I just heard then? Your heart beating faster over the words 'I don't want'" Peter said in a low voice, leaning forward, "You may believe you are telling the truth but you are lying to me, lying to yourself and lying to everyone that cares about you" Peter said, voice thick, and Kayla frowned worriedly as Stiles' face fell with guilt. Why did he feel he needed to be like them to be something else? She didn't understand it - didn't he know how amazing he was already?

"Well that's your choice... goodbye Stiles...come on Kayla" Peter demanded, turning around making Kayla raise her eyebrows.

"Wait... what? Why?" She asked, crossing her arms stubbornly, not prepared to be a _total_ pushover.

"To save your cousin" Peter replied back shortly, "And we really don't have all night... there's some... private... things I want to discuss with you in the car" He told her, only further increasing her curiosity - well, that and the fact she really wanted to help Derek. She nodded, sending Stiles a small smile and somewhat comforting look as he gave her a disbelieving, wide eyed stare, disbelief written all over his face.

Yes, she really wasn't all that good with words, so she turned away, about to follow Peter into the car, but Stiles grabbed her hand, spinning her back around, and expecting some kind of protest from him like, 'have you gone completely nuts?', or something along the lines of that, she opened her mouth, going to reassure him, but was slightly shocked when his lips met hers.

She was sure she would never get used to _that. _This kiss was spontaneous, something that just kind of happened in the heat of the moment type situation, except for the fact it wasn't a 'heat of the moment' moment - it was more of a 'I'm-freaking-out-right-about-now' moment.

"Oh for the love of god..." She heard Peter murmur from behind them, but chose to ignore him, a wise decision in her book, letting her eyelids flutter shut as his lips moved over hers with a kind of desperate intensity she had never felt before, not from anyone - it was a desperate and urgent kiss, both his hands holding the sides of her face, pulling her body closer to his and Kayla responded by gliding her hands up his stomach to rest on his chest, fisting his shirt in her hands.

His lips were hard against hers, as though trying to put across everything he was trying to say in one kiss, so she let him have it, not battling for dominance or using some fancy tongue technique, she just let him take over the whole kiss because she could feel from where their chests were touching his heart beating a mile a minute and knew he was seriously freaking out.

His lips began to slow down, pulling away from hers, and Kayla cursed internally - she kinda wanted to keep going, but the thought of Derek and Lydia and everyone else in danger, brought her back down to earth with a bang.

She opened her eyes, looking into Stiles' ones, who had his eyebrows raised in a questioning look, chewing on the inside of his cheek. She understood it immediately - he was asking her if she was going to be careful. Kayla nodded a little, hand moving down to give his a quick squeeze, telling him the same. No words were needed because what was there to say after _that? _Nothing could compare - god, that was cheesy.

She turned around, walking back to Peter with her head held high, ignoring his 'what the hell is wrong with you look?'.

"Oh shut up" She snapped, climbing into the passenger seat as Peter took the driver's seat, a very, very, very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

**A/N) Yay... another chapter done - I hope you all enjoyed it and please leave your thoughts below, I love hearing from you and your opinions, they're serious motivators. I'm super excited for the next chapter, especially all the drama that's going to happen, as well answering a lot of un -nswered question. So please please review and I'll see you all next chapter :)**


	35. Chapter 35 - What really happened

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Kayla turned her stony gaze out the window, deliberately ignoring Peter because she was still so angry with him about, well, everything, crossing her legs and trying _not_ to get annoyed as he fiddled about with the radio as he drove, switching stations more often than Kayla thought was even possible.

"Ignoring me Kayla? Cause that's _so _mature" She could practically taste the smirk in his voice causing her to clench her fists, biting her bottom lip to stop from shouting profanities at him.

"I just thought you'd be more curious about, well, what you are" Peter told her and he was right, it did spike her interest, but it was at the bottom of the list of important things right about now.

"Really? You put my best friend in the hospital and my cousin is currently getting tortured by some murderous bitch and you think I'm _that_ self centred?" She questioned snidely, shaking her head, "I don't care - not right now"

"Fine... it's not me that will be going through the change anyway" Peter muttered, trying to entice her and damn him, it was working. Why did it have to work? She tapped her fingers on her knee's, deliberately looking away from him and trying to focus on anything but Peter sitting right next to her. And what was with the whole 'change' thing anyway? She didn't feel all 'werewolf-y', so he was either lying... or lying. But, that was the thing, he didn't feel like he was lying so, effectively, he must be telling the truth then? Holy god, Kayla thought with a shake of her head, damn her curiosity.

"Urghhhh... what?" She ground out, throwing her hands up in surrender, "May as well pass the time instead of sitting here in awkward silence" Peter sent her a triumphant look and she crossed her arms stubbornly, narrowing her eyes at him, warning him not to piss her off, not now, not after everything.

"Ah, where should I start?" He smirked, changing gears in the car smoothly as he turned a corner, making Kayla send him an unimpressed look.

"Maybe at the beginning" Kayla said patronisingly as if she were talking to a five year old, which, seemed a lot more interesting than talking to Peter of all people.

"Right at the beginning? Because I think you're old enough to understand the birds and bee's Kayla" Peter replied and Kayla felt like gagging just at that image, turning her nose up because _Peter and her mom _was just...ew.

"Yeah, you can skip that part, I would rather keep my dinner down" She snapped, rolling her eyes at Peter's attitude.

"Well, fine, but if you ask me that was the best bit" And, wow, did Kayla want nothing more than to punch him, "But we are on a clock here so... here we go" He paused and Kayla rolled her eyes _again_ at Peter's dramatics, her hands curling at her sides.

"Oh get on with it" She snapped, shaking her head, "We don't have all night"

"The Hale family secret" Peter started off saying, his eyes fixed on the road but they were gazed over, as if he was imagining being right there with what he was saying, "And trust me, there have been a lot of them... but this one actually broke our family a part" Peter sighed, hands clenching around the steering wheel, "I knew you was mine, John couldn't have any more kids, and I fully expected you to be a werewolf, like the rest of us, but... of course, you just _had_ to be the odd one out" And Kayla glowered at him, wondering where the hell this 'story time' was going.

"Eventually, after you were born, we all agreed to keep it quiet... Derek and Laura were too young to really understand what was going on and Talia wanted the family back together again - waste of time if you ask me, but my dear old sister did a pretty good job" Peter told her in appreciation, and Kayla felt feelings of fondness bubbling in her stomach, Peter's feelings, about his sister, "There was family dinners and Christmas's but... I was treated like an outcast" His hands curled even more around the steering wheel to the point where Kayla thought it was going to break off, "Like it was _my _fault" He let out a humourless chuckle, eyes darkening, "Not like your mom didn't participate or anything" He added snidely, all his feelings of pent up anger and bitterness leaking out of him.

"But that's another story for another time" He sighed, "When there was no signs of you changing, of being a werewolf, there was a family meeting... and..." Peter let out a snort, "And, oh boy, did we get a bombshell that day"

"What bombshell?" Kayla asked, now fully engrossed in his story, acting civil towards him for once, "About what?"

"Patience Kayla, I was getting to that part" He smirked, making her roll her eyes, "Your mom is... different, let's say" He added, "All the Jacob's women are which is why your genes were not compatible" And she gaped at him, her mind juts saying 'huh?' over and over.

"... O-kay... you're just talking in riddles now, and I hate riddles" She groaned, shaking her head because everything was just so damn confusing.

"Everyone hates riddles" Peter agreed, "But it's pretty straight forward - the females on your mom's side aren't human"

"Aren't...? Why of course they're human" Kayla exclaimed loudly, "My mom loves sewing and Jane loves shopping and Tabby, oh god, don't even get me started on how girly-girl she is... what else could they possibly be?" She added, frowning over at Peter, sure he was just yanking her chains for the hell of it.

"Poor little Kayla being lied to again" He sing-songed, sending her a faux sympathetic glance, "Another reason why you should really appreciate me more - I'm about the only person that has told you the truth" He added and she narrowed her eyes - if that was right then her family was seriously messed up.

"What. Are. They?" She asked slowly, ignoring Peter's shots at changing the subject, "I mean it Peter... no more games or holding back for the mystery of it"

"But that just makes it _way_ more interesting" Peter protested, "And anyway... think of it as leverage"

"leverage for what?" She snapped, feeling his amusement in her stomach.

"leverage for helping me" He admitted, entering the school parking lot, "Because, whether you want to admit it or not, you need me"

"I don't need anyone, least of all, _you" _She said scathingly, fed up with the fact she was this-close to getting answers, this-close, and Peter decided, now out of all times, to keep his massive trap shut and firmly locked.

"Try telling yourself that Kayla" He said, distracted, shutting off the engine and looking around, no doubt using his stupid werewolf senses as an advantage - damn him, now she wished she had that, it could come in seriously handy. He twisted his head around to look at her, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yes, you'll have heightened senses, not as good as our kind but, as you probably realised earlier with that little Wolfs bane moment... you'll have the best of both worlds" He told her, beginning to stride away, causing Kayla to scurry after him because, of course, he was playing on her curious side again.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll be the best of both breeds, and, if you work for it, harness your abilities, you could be pretty damn strong... another reason I need you in my pack" He told her as they walked up the front of the school steps, Kayla getting bad memories from earlier that night, "But you'll also be twice as vulnerable - Wolfs bane effects you now, so will mountain ash and about everything else that happens to werewolves, except, of course, the full moon - and let's not forget the fact you can't heal like us so you could die by a common human injury too"

"So.. what you're saying is... I'm an even bigger freak that will no longer get excruciating pains on the full moons?" She asked, just to make sure she heard him right and to not get her hopes us, watching as he nodded, pushing open the school doors, "Then I'm a very happy freak"

"But..." Peter started to say, and she groaned - of course she wouldn't be that lucky, "... Something else will happen"

"What?" She sighed, but Peter shook his head, "I'll leave it for you to experience... because that will definitely be something I do _not _want to feel from you" And she furrowed her eyebrows, because, dammit, she told him she hated him speaking in riddles.

"Whatever" She sighed, looking around, trying to grasp her surroundings, listening closely to see if she could hear anything, "Can you hear Derek anywhere? Cause he's kind of more important right now than our little sparring match?" She asked, but as she walked forward, he held out his arm to stop her, making her furrow her eyebrows.

"Hunters" He growled, and just like that his eyes went red and his body began shifting, painfully it looked, she might add, into... whatever the hell he was, and Kayla took a few steps backward, because damn... that thing looked as scary as hell. He sent her a fierce look, and Kayla felt a sense of protectiveness from him about Derek, but she, herself, felt it too - if hunters were there, Kate for example, things were going to go bad really soon.

And just like that, Peter was off, rampaging through the school doors, making them buckle at the hinges and Kayla let out a groan, "Seriously, Peter? I thought you wanted me in your 'pack?'" She hollered after him, somewhat sarcastically, trying to run after him but, although she was fast, she was no where near as fast as the frigging alpha, so by the time she had gotten to the broken doors, Peter was long gone.

"For the love of god..." She sighed to herself, looking around the night air, "Okay... think Kayla... use your... senses...or whatever" She was talking to herself, probably looking like a complete idiot, as she sucked in a breath, closing her eyes and focusing on Peter - on trying to access his feelings, instead of just feeling them in the pit of her stomach - trying to be _him_ effectively. She was hit with a sudden force of bitterness, hatred and rage all at once, making her stumble and fall back against the broken doors, breathing deeply as pain spiked through her head - damn... Peter was one angry man, that's for sure.

But it did it's job - woods, he was in the woods, she got that sense, so she trusted her instincts (without knowing where they came from) and ran like the wind, almost toppling down the front steps, but managing to stabilise herself as she sprinted across the Lacrosse pitch, trying to forget about the image of Lydia lying there, covered in blood and bruises, and pelted on, hoping to get there before Peter could. By the time she got to the woods, she looked around in bewilderment - it was a pretty big darn woods, they could be anywhere!

But, luckily or unluckily, depending on which way you looked at it, a gunshot sounded off directly in front of her, a little ways a way, and her heart leapt and, before she could even grasp what she was doing, she was full on pelting through the woods, dodging branches like some kind of pro, and jumping over ditches, running faster than she had even ran in her life.

"Derek" She screamed, worry building up in her chest, heart racing, just about to reach where she assumed, or rather, hoped Derek was, only to get body slammed into a tree, making her groan and blink around blearily.

"Way to be obvious Kayla" Peter rolled his eyes, holding out a hand to help her up, but she narrowed her eyes, rubbing her shoulder as she pulled herself up, unassisted, wanting nothing more than to slap him.

"What the hell was that for?" She snapped, leaning back against the tree, "Derek is over there... I thought you actually cared about him, clearly I was wrong" She added fiercely, glaring at him, but Peter looked unimpressed with her insults, choosing instead to roll his eyes.

"You've got to wait for the right moment Kayla" He told her, "That's something I'm going to have to teach you, I see"

"I may as well just go to drama school then" She exclaimed, "Because, while you're here, slinking about in the shadows, Derek could be getting hurt, something that you could've stopped if didn't want to make a dramatic entrance"

"Scott's with him... I'm just waiting for that Argent to make herself known" Peter replied fiercely, a hard note to his voice that sent shivers up her spine.

"Scott's there?" She heard herself exclaim loudly, eyes going wide, fear clenching her heart, "We... we have to go"

"We?" He asked, sending her an impressed look, "Have you finally accepted me?" he asked and Kayla gaped, cursing herself internally for that slip-up because, as much as she wished she hated his guts... she didn't, and that made her even more mad at herself because she felt like she should - he was a bad person, a murderer, he didn't care about anyone but himself, but... she didn't _hate _him... she just acted like she did.

"... You can either help or stay here... but I'm sure as hell not gonna do the latter" She replied heatedly, turning on her heel and striding away in Derek's direction, and he didn't stop her, or try to body slam her again, so she took that as a good sign. By the time she had arrived on the scene, all hell had broken loose. Quite literally. Kate was pointing a gun at Scott, Allison not far behind her, horror written all over her face, Derek was lying on the ground and Chris Argent was also there, glowering at Kate the whole time.

"No one asked you to murder innocent people... there was children in that house, one's that were human" She heard Chris say and she stopped walking, her heart dropping at that painful reminder - there _was_ children in that fire, the fire that Kate started, innocent children, little Charlotte and George who had done nothing, their whole lives gone, wiped out, because of _her_. Kayla felt anger tearing through her muscles, every fibre of her being, both Peter's and hers combined and, god, did Kayla wish she had a pair of K-nines to tear that bitch's throat out.

Allison looked up from where she was sprawled out, eyes blurry with tears, guilt written all over her face but Kayla ignored her, fists curling at her sides, glaring at Kate as she looked up, obviously hearing her approach.

"Look at you, you're holding a gun to a sixteen year old boy with no proof he's spilt human blood... we go by the code Kate" Chris practically screamed at her and Kayla felt her eyes glowing again, bright green, fury making her limbs shake. Kate's lip curled at the sight of her as she pulled out another gun from the waistband of her pants, pointing it in her direction but Kayla found she honestly couldn't care less... because she felt so _damn angry_.

"The code?" Kate chuckled, "I think 'the code' needs re-evaluating because while we play Mr nice guy... these _abominations_" Kate screamed, shaking the guns in both Scott's and Kayla's direction, "are getting away with murder"

"No Kate" Kayla said in a deadly voice, a voice she had never heard herself use before, "I think you'll find that was you... _you_ killed them and you don't care... you killed my family and you _don't even care_" She screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, taking a few steps forward, testing Kate, just to see if she really would shoot, "Little Charlotte and George who loved painting... George wanted to grow up and be a fireman, oh the irony, and Char just wanted to be a doctor... she wanted to help people - they were seven" She shrieked, getting closer and closer to the scene, "Or what about Cora - my cousin, she couldn't hurt a fly but you still burnt her alive" She added, ignoring Allison's shocked face and Scott's pitied one, "Or maybe Talia... the protector? Or maybe Rose? Darren? Peter?" She rattled off each name, not even realising she had placed Peter in with the 'victims' but she was far too angry to even care, "God... _did you even bother to learn their names?" _She screeched, walking right up to Kate who had her wary eyes fixed on her, glaring into her eyes until she felt the barrel of the gun pressing into her chest, right above the heart, "So, go on, shoot me... just another Hale to add to the list right?" She snarled, determined not to back down.

"Kayla... don't..." She heard Allison warn her, eyes wide as she watched the scene unravel in front of her but, dammit, Kayla was not taking her on, not right now, not when Kate was right there.

"Don't tempt me" Kate whispered in a cold voice, finger quivering on the trigger, but Chris' voice interrupted their stare off.

"Dammit Kate... drop the gun - now" He told her, firing off a warning shot, making the two girls jump slightly in shock, "Before I'll be forced to take _you_ down" He said and Kayla felt herself smirking, she didn't know why, maybe it was the look of pure shock on Kate's face, or maybe because she felt Peter's presence near by, but either way... this feeling of satisfaction washed over her and, god, it scared her slightly.

Kate was still staring, flabbergasted, at her brother and Kayla felt herself snapping - just by looking at her, at the murderer of her family, she felt like killing everything in sight. So, with a roll of her eyes, she grabbed Kate's arm that was closer to her, bent it backwards, knocking the woman in question off balance, making the gun fling through the air and out of reach. Kate retaliated by punching out with her other hand, but Kayla's reflexes had kicked in and she was super aware of everything around her, so she ducked, springing back up and grabbing a fistful of Kate's hair, using it as leverage to swing her around, making her head collide straight into the trunk of a tree with a loud crack, but Kayla had no sympathy for her. None what so ever.

Kate was soon back on her feet though, whether from adrenaline or anger, Kayla didn't know, but she tried to point the gun at Kayla again, just about to pull the trigger, when Kayla mustered up all her strength from god knows where, her hand wrapping around Kate's wrist, bending it backwards causing Kate to let out a sound of pain as the gun fell to the ground below, leaving her weapon less.

Normally, this would be where Kayla would stop knowing she had won, probably leaving behind some witty remark, but obviously not today. She was far too livid as she crouched down, glowering at the woman who had made her life hell, her whole family's hell, eyes glowing a bright dangerous green as a warning not to mess with her, but Chris' gun shot off another round.

"That's enough" He snapped, "There will be no more unnecessary killing... not if I have anything to do with it" He snapped, but just then the sound of twigs snapping and leaves crunching made them all look around at the same time, watching Peter stroll through the woods in their direction.

"Oh, I don't know... I think my daughter had the right idea" He spoke up in a hard voice, effectively dropping _that _bombshell as smoothly as possible. Kayla sighed, coming back to earth as Allison stared at her in betrayl, eyes as wide as saucers, and Kate just raised her eyebrows in shock before quickly bending down, grabbing her gun and jumping up, letting off a few rounds, just like Chris was doing, but Peter had disappeared again, lurking in the shadows.

"Who's that?" Allison asked fearfully, grabbing her bow and arrows as kayla stood up, looking around nervously because, even though she was somewhat back in control, she knew Peter wasn't, she could practically taste his thirst for revenge and it was kind of scary.

"The Alpha" Scott replied back, repositioning himself into a defensive position, his eyes turning yellow as he prepared to fight and Kayla felt torn, like she was being pulled in two different directions. She knew she _should _help Scott and Derek and the others but, god, at the same time she felt 'why should she'? She didn't want anyone to die but... god, it was all just so complicated. She was beginning to feel a sort of attachment between her and Peter, which she didn't want to feel because she knew it was wrong, but... he was still her father - there, she finally admitted it.

A loud howl ripped through the quiet night air as everyone grabbed their weapons, all circling each other. Suddenly, as quick as a shot, Chris was knocked down, and then Allison who let out a pained noise and Kayla ran over to her, just to make sure she was okay because, dammit, Allison was off limits, even if she was still slightly pissed at her. Her friend pulled back though, and Kayla shook away the hurt, telling herself Allison was completely justified, just as Scott got knocked down too and only Kate was left standing.

"You have to make it stop Kayla" Allison whispered to her fearfully as Kayla knelt down next to her, "Please... I know you're hurting but... she's still my aunt" She pleaded, "I don't want to lose her like you lost yours" And, oh boy, did that pull on the heart strings. Kayla bit her lip, thinking it over, knowing if she let Kate die then no one would ever forgive her but, at the same time, wanting Kate to get exactly what she deserved and more.

Peter struck again, knocking Kate off her feet and that brought her back to reality - Peter was going to kill again, he was going to kill Kate in front of Allison, and Kayla was going to let him? Oh dear god, what was she turning into? Just as Kate slammed into the tree, Peter, in Alpha form, lifted her up by the neck, slamming her back to the ground again painfully, and kayla was sure she heard a rib crack.

"Wait... wait" She exclaimed loudly, jumping to her feet and hauling Allison up with her, "Peter... don't do this" She added, gulping when his furious red eyes met her, tasting the betrayal and bitterness coming from him in waves. His claws tightened around Kate's neck and Allison let out a small sob, and that was when Kayla knew she had to do something - not for Kate, or Peter, or her own guilt, but for Allison.

"Please... don't" She told him as he began to drag Kate through the woods, "Dad _please_" She screamed desperately, hoping to somehow connect to his human side, to knock him into his senses. He stopped moving through the woods, his deep red eyes beginning to fade as he looked at her, but just a second later, they were back to gleaming blood red, more furious than before, hauling Kate up and disappearing with her through the woods.

"_No_" Allison screamed, but Kayla grabbed her hand, keeping her in place as she grabbed her dropped crossbow that was nearby, thrusting it into her friend's hand, "Here... you really want to prove you're ready for all this? Take the shot" She couldn't believe she was saying this, because she was still torn, but Allison had a defiant look in her eyes as Kayla squeezed her hand and the two girls ran after Peter at full sprint, leaving behind dust in their wake.

She knew exactly where Peter was headed, whether through intuition or just plain lucky guess work, she didn't know, but it was kind of obvious to her. He was taking Kate back to where it had all started - the Hale house. She gripped Allison's hand tighter as they ran, luckily it wasn't far away from where they had been, less than half a mile, and the two girls crashed through the door, breathing heavily, and Allison raised her bow and arrows but Kayla saw her hand shaking as she looked at the scene in front of her.

"She is beautiful Kate - she looks just like you" Peter said approvingly, holding Kate by the throat in a deadly hold and Kayla knew, she knew, this wasn't going to end well - peter had got what he wanted and he was not going to let it slip through his fingers, "And brave too - whether cowardly... well, we'll have to see" He added tightening his grip on Kate making Allison's hand shake even more, the bow going wobbly.

"Allison, it's okay... just focus" Kayla whispered in a comforting voice, giving her friend's arm a squeeze, and trying to ignore the feeling that her heart was tearing in two, that she was helping to kill her own father. oh god.

"Ah Kayla... I'm really sorry about this, I really am, but the last thing I need from you is to be a therapist" Peter told her, his voice shaky, eyes turning red as he stared right at her, and all of a sudden, Kayla felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, like some seriously messed up induced acid trip - and trust her, she would know. She stumbled clumsily, falling straight into Allison, who dropped her bow, letting it clatter to the floor as she tried to grab her.

"Kayla, what... oh my god, what's happening?" She asked fearfully, and all Kayla did was blink up at her, gripping Allison's arms to keep her upright.

"Take... take the shot" She gasped, giving Allison a very obvious look, before falling straight to the floor beneath her like a stone, no longer able to keep her eyes open, the last thing she heard was Allison's panicked shout.

_"Run, Run, Run, Run" Kayla heard, looking around in confusion because she could've sworn she was currently collapsing in Allison's arms, and not in the basement of the Hale house, but, evidently she was wrong. Looking around, she saw Charlotte and George's pale faces scrunched up in fear and pain and, oh god... what? Their little hands were clasped around the bars in the basement, tears streaming down their grubby faces, coughs escaping their throats._

_"Mummy - daddy" they screamed fearfully, and Kayla felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks as she saw Rose, their mom, lying on the ground, hacking coughs escaping her throat, blood dribbling down her chin and Cora slumped against the pillar, eyes red with tears._

_"S'okay..." Rose gasped, trying for a small smile, "It's going to be okay..." She whispered, before, suddenly, her eyes went vacant and blank, her hand falling to her side. Charlotte's and George's screams were like razor blades to her heart, as Kayla dropped to her knee's beside her aunt, face scrunched up in pain. She couldn't even feel her own lungs filling up with smoke, or the fire getting closer and closer to her skin, because her family was dying, right in front of her eyes, she didn't care about the physical pain because this was way worse._

_James, another family member, was trying to use all his strength to break the bars, but he was weak with exhaustion and he, too, fell to the ground just as Peter rounded a corner, face full of ash and smoke and, in his hand, he tugged a little girl closer to his side, who gripped at his shirt as tight as she could._

_Kayla gaped, tears sliding down her face when she realised... that little girl was her, just six years younger, her long hair sticking to her face, eyes wide and rimmed red. What? She wasn't there - she wasn't at the house when the fire happened, she would've remembered... she would've... oh god._

_"We have to get out of here" Peter hollered, picking up the younger her as she buried her face in her chest, coughing, as Peter tried with all his might to push through the barrier that blocked them all in._

_"It's... it's no use" James coughed, hand winding around his torso, "I've... tried"_

_"We have to... try... something" Peter hacked, placing the younger her on the ground as the flames licked at the walls._

_Kayla let out a sob, falling to her knee's as she watched the scene unfold - watching James finally give up, watching Dean, her other older cousin, try and shield little George and Charlotte from the flames, his own screams filling up the air at the feel of his sizzling skin, Cora trying and failing to get up, to try and pull herself over to Peter and small her._

_Kayla watched with blurry eyes as Peter's face was set in stone, determination set in his features, as he bent down, hands searching for a way out, any way out and little Kayla collapsed, her small hand reaching out to grasp Cora's and pull her along too, to do anything, but the smoke was too much and Cora had collapsed, her breathing irregular._

_"Kayla" She heard Peter yell, lifting little her up under the arms and pulling her over to the wall, "Take... this exit" He coughed, "I'll get the others"_

_"No" Little her protested, tears running down her grubby cheeks, "I'm not leaving without Cora and Charlotte and Georgie-"_

_"I'll get them" Peter cut her off with a desperate yell, pushing her through the small hole that would definitely be too big for him to get through, she saw that now, "Please... go" He pleaded, before turning around and disappearing into the thick smoke, crawling around, shouting out names. The last thing Kayla saw was Cora opening her eyes, a determined glint in them, Peter collapsing in a heap, screaming as the flames touched his skin, and little George grabbing his sister's hand, pulling her to the ground under the bars, stripping off his jumper and covering Charlotte's head, hugging her small body to his as he let out his last breath._

_Kayla didn't care about the flames inching closer and closer to her, not about the pain in her head, or the tightening in her chest that screamed at her to get the hell out of there before her heart stopped, because her family was dying, they were dying in the worst possible way and Kayla could do nothing to help, she could just sit there, sobs choking her throat as she heard Peter pleading for them to have mercy on the kids... before it all blacked out again._

When she awoke with a gasp, she was alone in the Hale house, completely empty, as real life tears prickled her eyes, escaping to flow freely down her face as she pulled herself up, looking around in worry.

Oh god, was that real? Did that actually happen? Was that what they all went through? These questions rattled around inside her head as she let out a choked sob, one hand clenching her chest, trying to get air into her lungs. She didn't even react when she saw Kate's limp, dead body lying on the floor, blood pooling around her because after seeing that, after witnessing what she did, she didn't care - not anymore, she was done caring.

She almost tripped over her feet as she grabbed a hold of the burnt and charred wall to keep her upright, gasping when all of a sudden, an all over burning feeling spread over her skin, but that wasn't what hurt - it was the realisation that it wasn't her burning, or even an illusion - it was Peter, it was her dad... they were killing him. He was dying - she had to stop it, she couldn't let them go through with it, not after everything that she had just seen, she couldn't, she couldn't lose him now.

She fell out of the house, sliding down the front steps, letting out a loud wail at the sight of Peter, in his Alpha form, alight with fire, her own skin prickling painfully as he moved about, trying to put it out, and her hands gripped at the mud and dirt on the ground, as Jackson threw another Molotov cocktail at him, and she let out another scream of agony, of pure and raw emotional pain because it all just hit her at once. She pulled herself up, sobs emanating from her throat as she tried to stumble forward, to try and do anything, to save her dad who had saved her in the past... to help him because, in her head, he was screaming for help, begging her to do something.

Suddenly though, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her backwards, away from the blaze, ignoring her feeble attempts to escape and choked cries. Stiles pulled her to the ground, as far away as possible from the scene, pulling her against his chest tightly, hand threading through her hair.

"Shhh it's okay" He comforted, gripping her even tighter as she tried to escape, "It's okay - it's over"

"No... no, no" She cried desperately fisting his shirt, "We have to-we have to save him" She cried, her nails digging into Stiles' flesh, "Please... we have to save him" She cried, her heart wrenching as she began to feel Peter slip away, his feelings getting harder to determine. Stiles just tightened his grip, one hand massaging her scalp while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back, trying his best to calm her down but she was hysterical as she felt whatever power or presence Peter had over her, finally leave, like a light getting extinguished, burying her face into Stiles' shoulder, his shirt getting wet with tears as she gasped, trying to get air into her lungs, to carry on breathing, to carry on living, like Peter had helped her do all those years ago.

And the worst thing? She never even got to thank him.

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	36. Chapter 36 - Secrets revealed

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Stiles held Kayla to his chest, burying her head into his shoulder, hands running through her hair as Derek stood up, eyes turning blood red making Stiles flinch slightly at the pure determination and achievement that was held in them.

"I'm the Alpha now" He growled, voice low and deep, sending shivers up his spine as he stared into the man's eyes. Everyone was silent - Scott and Allison kneeling on the ground next to each other, Chris a little ways a way frowning at the scene in front of him, Jackson standing beside his Porsche a new found wonder glinting in his eyes while Scott, his best friend, stood as still as a statue, glaring at Derek, mistrust and horror written all over his face. Stiles resisted shouting 'I told you so' to Scott because he had _told him _that Derek wasn't to be trusted, he had _specifically _said to his friend that Derek was just in it for himself, and did he listen? No, of course not, because no one listens to him even though he is _usually right._

Honestly, maybe now they all could learn a valuable lesson from this which is to _listen to Stiles..._hopefully.

An eerie silence rung throughout the small clearing except for some choked sobs coming from Kayla as she clung to him as if her life depended on it, gripping his dress shirt in her hands tightly, body shaking and Stiles didn't understand where the sudden change had come from - Peter was a murdering dick, that much was obvious, and Kayla was crying over him? He guessed it had probably just all hit her at once, that he really was her dad and now he was gone - he didn't know, but if he had to admit it, Peter being gone might mean things could go back to being semi-decent.

He held back a snort at that ridiculous thought... things would never go back to normal.

His best friend was a fricking werewolf, his girlfriend was some werewolf-human hybrid, Lydia was going to be a werewolf and Allison and her family were hunters who _hunted fricking werewolves - _nothing about their situation was normal.

"Derek...How... why..." Scott stuttered, face falling as Derek let his eyes fade back to their light green colour, shoulders slumping forward.

"It was necessary Scott" Came Derek's short and gruff reply, and Stiles felt Kayla tightening her grip on his shirt, cries going silent and he could feel her whole body go rigid and held back a wince - oh god, hell was about to go down, he just knew it.

"No it wasn't" Scott screamed back, "You've... you've cursed me Derek... they're gonna kill me" Scott exclaimed, pointing back at Chris Argent, but Derek narrowed his eyes, turning away from Peter's burnt and - _ah_ - mutilated body, face even more cocky and arrogant than normal.

"Peter's gone now, so go back to your pathetic little lovesick high school life" Derek stated, making Scott stare at him flabbergasted at the sudden shift in attitude but Kayla pulled away from Stiles, eyes red and puffy but Stiles was shocked to see the pure hatred and rage burning in them as her eyes glowed that deep emerald green colour, that he had to admit was _incredibly _sexy, but now was not the time for that.

"Kayla... don't" He warned, gripping her upper arms, knowing what she was about to do but also knowing that he probably couldn't stop her if her tried because she would just kick his ass, which was also a serious turn on, but he shook his head, dispelling those thoughts away because, darn, this was not the time.

She met his eyes, not saying anything as she untangled her limbs from his, rising to her feet and Stiles actually _felt _how severely pissed off she was, it was radiating off her in waves, and cringed as he leapt to his feet as well, grabbing her elbow as she was about to turn around but she shook his off, the clear message being 'don't-you-dare-try-and-stop-me' but he had to, because, it was no secret she had a short temper.

"Kaylz, c'mon... please" He tried, intertwining their fingers, giving her hand a small squeeze.

"He killed him Stiles" She whispered, "He... he..." She trailed off, breathing deeply just as Derek's voice broke the silence.

"Kayla, are you with me or not? Family or friends - you choose" He said in that deep voice, forehead lowering as he stared over at the two of them and that, that right there, was what broke whatever progress Stiles was making to keep her calm. Her eyes hardened even more, a sort of manic glint coming to them, that just reminded him of Peter when he was in 'serial killer' mode and, oh boy, it did scare him slightly.

She pulled away from his grasp, turning around stonily and striding over to Derek, the others watching her with shock and betrayal, as if they actually thought she was going with Derek, but Stiles knew better, he knew she couldn't hold in her anger anymore, wincing as he walked forward, mouth gaping but knowing he should _not_ get involved in their 'family domestics'.

He was standing next to Scott just as Kayla pulled back her arm, and as quick as a flash, had whacked Derek across the jaw and Stiles' could've sworn he heard the crack from where he was and he let out a loud grimace, hand landing on the back of his neck.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded darkly, using her other hand to right hook him again, Derek's head whipping to the side as the full force of the hit, "What the hell _is wrong with you?" _She shrieked again as Derek clicked his jaw back into place, eyes now burning blood red.

Stiles grimaced loudly, looking around the clearing at everyone's astounded faces, wincing himself as he imagined the full brute force his girlfriend now possessed, an internal debate raging inside his head if he should just drag her back before a full scale fight erupted.

"You're just a selfish, power hungry bastard - I should've seen it sooner" Kayla declared, hands curling at her sides, "Does family mean _nothing_ to you?"

"He killed Laura" Derek snapped back, is voice stone cold, "And it wasn't an accident - he did it on purpose, he killed his _own family _to get his Alpha power"

"Well, doesn't that sound like someone else I know" Kayla screamed back at him, voice snidely and Stiles had to agree, she was absolutely right. Derek's lips curled as he towered over her, trying to be intimidating and looking like he was resisting throwing her across the clearing.

"I did what I had to do Kayla... I avenged my sibling's death... don't get mad at me because you haven't done the same yet" He growled and, god, Stiles gaped at the scene because that was _way_ too far, Derek had just crossed the line big time, actually he was so far past the line it was just a small dot in the horizon.

Her hand shot out and slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red mark, "Don't. You. Dare" She whispered furiously, taking a step forward invading Derek's personal space, "You have no right to bring that up, especially considering all of 'this' is your fault" She snapped and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, sharing a confused glace with Scott who waved his arm between him and Kayla, a very obvious look in his eyes that said 'stop this'. Stiles gaped at him, shrugging his shoulders because he was sure he would get killed if he interrupted this family spat.

Derek let out a loud snarl, eyes more fierce than ever before, his claws beginning to extend as he glared at Kayla but she held her ground, glaring back.

"Okay... well, that was productive" Stiles spoke up, putting on a deliberate positive look on his face, extending his arms as if he was some sort of hyper-active lecturer, "Really, clearing the waters is good, but we really should be off, this being private property and all" Stiles said, repeating Derek's words the first time they had met, striding forward, ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to run the other way, and gently took Kayla's clenched fist in his hand, massaging her fingers to loosen them so he could take her hand, "Just a side note - I hear family therapy also works a dream" He added as Derek moved his furious eyes from Kayla's to meet his gaze, making him gulp noisily, dragging Kayla back with him.

"You're _dead_ to me Derek" Kayla screamed angrily, not resisting to Stiles' pull, "I'm done with you, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear" He snarled back, "Just don't come crying to me when your 'friends' turn their backs on you"

"Well they seem to be a hell of a lot more reliable than _you" _She screamed back, making Stiles tug at her even harder, trying to put as much distance between the two cousins as physically possible. Stiles gripped at her hand even more as they stood just behind Scott who, himself, was glaring daggers at the man in question.

"Though, I'm guessing that family therapy bill would be sky high" Stiles muttered under his breath as Kayla sent him an exasperated look.

"You can all leave now" Derek said darkly, "Because, as Stilinski rightly put it, this _is_ private property and I've got some 'funeral arrangements' to make" He added and Stiles wrapped an arm around Kayla's waist, holding her to his side as tightly as possible because he felt her trying to move forward again, most likely going to deck Derek again, and even though she could hold her own, Derek was an Alpha now, she could get hurt.

"Gladly" Chris glowered, picking himself up off the ground, not even bothering to dust himself off, before wrapping an arm around Allison's shoulders, holding his daughter close to his side but glanced down at the necklace she was wearing, tugging it off her and staring at in in something close to sadness.

Scott nodded his head to Stiles and then over to the direction of Jackson and the porshe, clearly saying 'let's go' and Stiles had to agree, standing there with a frigging Alpha and a dead one just a few feet away, the burning smell still prickling his nostrils, was a serious gagger. He nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm around Kayla's waist, walking her forward, trying to steer her far away from the direction of Peter's body, but she still looked sideways and saw, her footsteps coming to a stop as she glanced down at the body in sadness, new found tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hey... don't look okay? It'll just make things worse" Stiles tried to say comfortingly, gently rubbing her hip as he stopped too, turning her head around to look at him, "It'll just make things worse" He emphasised, staring into her eyes and felt his heart strings pulling at the defeated and heart aching look in her eyes that he had never really seen before, a sudden feeling of just wanting to pull her in his arms and never let go, washing over him. A single lone tear caught on her bottom eyelash so Stiles reached up, his thumb gently wiping it away, his fingers tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear.

She nodded in recognition but turned around, and Stiles was fully prepared to blindfold her if he had to but she didn't look at Peter nor Derek, instead staring at Allison.

"Allison I'm... I'm really sorry" She muttered, voice full of apology and empathy and Stiles stared between the two girls, hoping against hope that the two of them would just kiss and make up, not literally of course, well..., but you get the picture.

A small sad and tired smile appeared on Allison's face as she said back, "I know"

And that was all that was needed as Kayla nodded, carrying on walking back over to Jackson's Porsche as Stiles followed her, fishing out Jackson's car keys and throwing them to him as he just looked down at them in confusion.

"You kind of need them to drive... unless or course you'd rather we just hotwire the damn thing" Stiles said in a 'duh' voice and that spurred Jackson into action, probably because of the thought of someone damaging his 'precious'.

Stiles opened the passenger seat, sliding it forward for Kayla to get in, hand on his hip as he looked around for her when he realised she had made no move to get in. She was standing just a few feet away from him, staring at the Hale house with a new found recognition glistening in her eyes but when Stiles looked back he just saw the same old, burnt demeanour that the house owned.

"Kaylz" He murmured, grabbing her attention, "It's time to go" And she nodded, somewhat in a daze, climbing into the backseat, Stiles following after her. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, and when he said a bit he meant a lot, cramming himself in beside Kayla, her bare leg touching his as he reached out to grab her hand, holding it on his thigh.

"So, do you wanna go see Lydia in the hospital?" He asked, "Cause I can drive us there" He whispered as quietly as possible from prying ears, even though it was essentially useless with the rather cramped space they were in as well as the fact Scott had his mega werewolf hearing as well.

"Yeah... she shouldn't be alone right now" Kayla murmured back, looking down at their clasped hands, biting on her bottom lip and Stiles chose to remain silent, deciding to just talk to her when they were alone and, preferably, well away from other people. Jackson skidded up into his driveway just five minutes later and Stiles kept Kayla at his side as he helped her from the car but Scott reached out and grabbed his arm, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"Is it, uh, okay if I meet you two at the hospital?" He asked, "I just... want to check the bite"

At the reminder that Lydia was either dying or turning into a werewolf, brought Stiles back to earth with a bang, making his head spin because he was hoping Lydia would not get caught up in all 'this' - that she could go on to win some Nobel prize or field's medal but, obviously, whatever sucky fate was out there had other plans for the strawberry blonde.

"Sure - just give us a couple of hours" Stiles whispered back and Scott nodded in recognition, his eyes flitting to Kayla before lowering himself back into the car and Stiles had to repress a snort at the image of bloody Scott McCall and Jackson Whittemore in a car together. Stiles guided Kayla into his house silently until they reached the bedroom where he closed the bedroom door.

"I don't know what to do" He admitted, meeting her empty gaze, "I don't know how to make things better" He added, "I don't know how to... how to..." He trailed off, shaking his head, "I don't know how to take away your pain" He finally admitted, shrugging as he felt all of the night's emotions catching up with him, staring into Kayla's deep green eyes as she looked back at him with an unreadable expression plastered on her face. Stiles shook his head, trying to back track, scared he had said the wrong thing, but suddenly Kayla's arms were around his torso, head buried into the crook of his neck, a few strands of wispy hair tickling his skin.

"You are... just by being you" She murmured, breath brushing against his skin and Stiles hugged her back, a small, content smile on his face because no one had ever said anything like that to him before, he had never felt like he was ever really beneficial to someone, and he just loved the way she made him all tingly and giddy... wait, what? Did he say 'loved'? No, he couldn't have, it must've been a slip up because love meant something serious and committed, love meant heartbreak and heartache... love was pain.

But, at the same time, as his own hands gripped at her tighter, he knew that even if he did, it wouldn't necessarily a bad thing. It wouldn't be some kind of deluded, obsessional love, it would be real and sweet and nice but... he was so confused with his own feelings. Even though all this shit had been going on, he still felt this _need _to be near her, found himself wondering what she was doing when he wasn't with her and when she sometimes got this sad look on her face that she always tried so hard to hide, he had found himself doing and trying anything to make her smile.

He just... he didn't know - but he would ask Scott, Scott could help him with this, he loved Allison, maybe he could help him figure out his own feelings as well.

"I know you probably think I'm a bad person" Her muffled voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he pulled back in shock, staring at her in confusion, "For... for helping him" She mumbled, eyes flitting about nervously and Stiles had never seen this side to her before. He quickly shook his head, catching her hands before she could pull away.

"No, no, no, no..." He rambled, sure his head was going to fall off with the force he was shaking it with, "You were confused... it's understandable - I feel that way about chemistry all the time" He added, trying to be humorous but Kayla's sad eyes still focused on him, indecision shining in them.

"It wasn't that I was confused Stiles... I actually felt like I understood him" She told him, "Like, I knew why he was doing all those things and... and I was this-close to wanting to take Kate out myself" She told him truthfully, pulling away from his grasp, instantly making Stiles feel cold at the loss of contact.

"That doesn't make you a bad person" He told her honestly, "It makes you human - which, ya know, isn't such a bad thing our race" He chuckled, making a very small, but albeit, still a smile appear on her face, the smile he just loved so much - there he went again with the whole 'loved' thing, he should probably just stop thinking about it until he knew for sure.

"It's not just that Stiles" She sighed, "... You're too good for me" She muttered sadly, and Stiles gaped at her, wondering where the hell all the self doubt was coming from, "You should just be with someone like Lydia or something" She told him, trying to move past him to the door but Stiles jumped in front of her, blocking her exit.

"No" He stated determinedly, a hint of fierceness in his voice, "No, okay? I'm really not and I don't w_ant _to be with 'Lydia or something' because I like _you - _I don't care if your dad was a serial killer or that your cousin is a complete douchebag, I don't care that you're not normal, I don't care about whatever crap happened in your past because I like _you, _I enjoy being with _you, _and I don't care if you keep trying to push me away because _I_ won't let _you_" Stiles stated, a hint of panic in his voice because he was not letting her get away, no way in hell.

"Stiles..." She sighed, a tired note to her voice but Stiles shook his head quickly, cutting off whatever she was going to say.

"Look... just stop it, please, you're not thinking clearly" He told her, meeting her sad gaze, "And it's okay not to be after everything that's happened, I get it, just please... _please_ just stay with me" He pleaded desperately.

"You won't want me to when you find out the truth Stiles" She explained to him, "Because..." Her eyes welled up with tears, "Because it should've been me" She exclaimed loudly, "Why did I have to survive and the others didn't? Cora was way more ambitious than me, George and Charlotte were the good ones, Peter-" She choked up, "It's my fault he's-" She cut herself off, "He was" She corrected herself, "A monster... I just ruin everything I touch and I don't want to ruin you too" She cried and Stiles' eyes welled up with tears, shaking his head slowly.

"It wasn't your fault Kaylz" He told her but she blinked rapidly, a defeated look on her face.

"Peter saved me from the fire... I didn't even know I was there until I saw it at the house... he saved me when he should've saved the others because they meant something, I don't, I'm just... existing and my family were good people who didn't deserve what happened to them" She managed to get out between the choked breaths and Stiles gaped at her, shocked at that revelation but also felt his heart breaking because of all the self hatred and guilt she was carrying around with her.

"I believe that" He told her, "But I also believe that they wouldn't want you to feel guilt over their deaths" He gulped, keeping his back firmly pressed against the door, "Because it was Peter's choice, no one else's" He told her, counter-arguing her.

A few tears slid down her cheeks and Stiles had the urge to wipe them away because he hated seeing her look so broken.

"You're just saying that, you don't really believe it" She said sadly trying to move around him again but Stiles was determined to not let her leave, it was not going to happen.

"I _do_ believe it" He said fiercely, "You're a good person... you found it in your heart to forgive Peter after everything he had done... and I know you'll forgive Derek and, even knowing my situation with Lydia you still gave me a chance" He implored, "You can't keep living in the past"

"My past is always biting me in the ass though" She exclaimed, "Trust me Stiles, you putting up with me... it's not worth it - My family is completely screwed up, I have a history of drug use and was even selfish enough to have an abortion" She added tearfully, making Stiles gape at her in shock, own eyes going wide, "See?" She whispered, "Your expression says it all" She added, and Stiles was in such shock he did nothing to stop her as she reached around, turning the door knob on his door, opening it and escaping his room.

It took a few seconds for Stiles' brain to start working again because of the pure and utter shock. He knew she had a past, but... one like that? The thought had never crossed his mind before, his eyes wide with astonishment. He didn't judge her, everyone made mistakes but... what? Abortion? As in... abortion? But that would mean she had to be pregnant in the first place? His mind was whirling, only fully realising how much she was going through, all the guilt she carried, all the mistakes that she would have to live with.

She had regretted the past year, she had told him herself how much of a mistake the guy she was with was...but... wow...Stiles finally got his brain functioning again, realising he didn't care about that stuff because that wasn't who she was - despite everything she had told him, despite her trying to make _him _leave _her..._ he realised it wasn't working, in fact, it had the opposite effect. It made him want her even more, to want to help her, to learn about all her secrets, non judgementally, to see what made her tick, to try and understand her even more, to help lessen the load of guilt she was carrying.

He sprinted out the door, almost tripping around the corner as he flew down the stairs, faster than he had ever moved in his life, and just as her hand touched the door handle to leave, he reached the bottom of the stairs, breathing heavily.

"What if I said none of that matters to me?" He gasped, watching as she faltered over the threshold, "That... that it doesn't matter?" He added, "Because, you know, I have a past too" He told her, completely honestly, "I've accidentally put Scott in the hospital after convincing him that dried dirt was really just chocolate sponge... or maybe how when I was fourteen I stole my dad's bottle of jack and got so completely wasted they had to pump my stomach... or how I've always felt it was my fault my mom died, like, I aggravated her condition even more" He said tearfully as she turned around, furrowing her eyebrows, "And how I was obsessing over a girl that I barely knew for seven freaking years until something better happened to me?" He questioned, taking a step forward, "That... I don't care what happened in your past, because it's what happens in your future that I care about Kayla... it's you I care about, not some shitty mistakes you made, but you" He rambled, sending her an honest look, feeling the beginnings of tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

Kayla just stared at him, expression softening, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

"I'd say..." She gulped, chewing the inside of her cheek, "I'd say it would be one of the worst mistakes you've ever made because getting mixed up with a Hale is dangerous and bloody and all around not good"

"Can't I be the judge of that?" He asked desperately, feeling his heart breaking in two because he knew Kayla was stubborn and once she made a decision, she would stick with it. Her deep green stare met his, gaze full of sadness and regret, frowning as she tried to hold back tears.

"Goodbye Stiles" She murmured quietly before wrenching open the door and escaping through it and Stiles was left standing there in the middle of the hallway, the slam of the door piercing through the silence, the tears finally falling.

"But... but I love you" He muttered to himself, finally realising it as his eyes glazed over and he collapsed backwards onto the stairs, his legs giving way, the tears dribbling off his chin.

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	37. Chapter 37 - You want the truth? Here!

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Kayla leant back against the Stilinski front door as soon as she slammed it, trying to take deep breaths because, dammit, her chest felt tight and constricted and she regretted everything she had just said. But, just because she regretted saying it, it didn't mean it was wrong. No, she was 100% sure she was right because she was a Hale, and being Hale was a curse. It was so obvious, their family luck _sucked._

Tears blurred her vision but she held them back, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes, determined to be strong because, the rational part of her mind told her it was for the best, she was putting Stiles' best interests first so surely that was a good thing, right? She liked him and admired him so much she was doing what was best for him, what would be better for him in the long run.

Yet, at the same time, she just wanted to run back into the house and say 'I'm an idiot, wipe that memory from your brain right now Stilinski' but… she couldn't. God, it was so difficult. Why did it have to be so difficult? Maybe she was being selfish but, to be quite frank, like she usually was, she just couldn't do any of 'this' right now, it was just too much – she was so confused and angry and hurt that her head actually ached just thinking about it.

She just wasn't _ready _yet… she just… she just couldn't deal with it all at once.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway snapped her out of her thoughts as she hurriedly wiped at her eyes, catching the tears before they could fall and moving some hair away from her face so she looked at least somewhat presentable and not some sobbing mess on the sidewalk. Sheriff Stilinski pulled himself from the vehicle, his face tired and haggard, and Kayla immediately felt sorry for him.

He had two murders on his hands – Brian's and Kate's – not to mention a random attack on a teenage girl… he's bound to look just about done with everything.

"Oh… hey Kayla" He greeted in surprise, before frowning at her, "Is everything, erm, okay?" He asked awkwardly, eyebrows furrowing and Kayla plastered a fake smile on her face, trying to put herself in the more positive frame of mind – which was kind of impossible, but it had to be done.

"Yes, fine, everything's good" She chirped out, hopping down the last few steps of the front porch, "I mean… well, I'm just gonna go see Lyd so…" She trailed off, trying to ignore the hurt that bubbled up in her stomach when she looked into Sheriff Stilinski's face because, god, it just reminded her _so_ much of Stiles… Stiles who she had just kind of broken up with.

"Is that such a good idea?" He asked in concern, "It's getting late and I'm sure you've all been through a pretty traumatic event" He told her, his head tilting to the side in that curious and almost pitying way.

"Lydia's my friend" Kayla said bluntly, "I'm not gonna leave her there" And the sheriff stared at her with an inquisitive eye before sighing tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

"Kids these days…" He muttered, "And where's Stiles? Usually when there's disagreement between people and the law, he's usually involved" And Kayla gulped, eyes flitting back to the house where she left Stiles, wide eyed and heart-broken.

"Um… I don't know" She said shrugging, wincing at the extremely bad lie she had just told him – proof that she was not in her right mind, she was usually a better liar than that.

"Uh… this is my house right? I didn't drive up to the wrong one because I'm pretty sure you just came out of it" The sheriff said in a light-hearted tone, staring at her knowingly.

"I uh… I gotta go, nice catching up with you" She told him, feeling the tears prickling her eyes as she strode past him, bumping his shoulder in a haste to get the _hell away_ from there because she just couldn't _stand_ it anymore – the images of Stiles' brown eyes full of hurt and the way she could see the tears hanging onto his eyelashes, god, it just hurt so much.

"Kayla" She heard the sheriff shout after her, but she was already off and down the sidewalk before he could even take a step after her, which was probably a good thing because the way things were going inside her head right now, the fire, Peter screaming, the sound of Brian's neck snapping, Lydia's limp body, the mistrust from her family and Stiles' hurt demeanour it just… it just got to her so much.

Once she was sure she was far enough away from the Stilinski household that no one would run after her, her footsteps came to a stop and she took in a couple of deep breaths, trying to get her breathing back under control.

It was hard, but she managed, collapsing against someone's wooden fence because it felt like her body just had absolutely no energy what so ever. Sniffing, she brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs to protect her bare legs from the chilly wind… she really should've worn jeans.

A sudden bubble of laughter escaped her mouth because, even at a time like _this, _she thought about what suitable clothing she should be wearing. Holy god – it just seemed so funny that something as trivial as _clothes_ pierced through her mind fog right now… maybe Lydia was rubbing off on her.

Lydia. The laughter spilling from her mouth, some kind of ridiculous, crazy laughter suddenly died down, and with it replacing some choked sobs because Lydia was… Lydia was not going to be alright – either way she would be cursed or dead, Lydia who at first might've rubbed her up the wrong way, but she had become one of her best friends despite their completely different styles and interests, Lydia who didn't deserve any of this.

And of course, just thinking about that, brought her back to thinking about Peter. She hated him for doing that to Lydia, she was pissed at him for killing Brian and just about everyone else but… she felt him die. She felt him leave and he wasn't coming back. She had just lost another dad and it hurt _so much,_ it made her want to crawl up in a ball stay there for eternity because, it was bad enough losing one, but _two?_ Despite one being a murdering dick it just made her heart clench.

All around her there was pain and death and, to be quite honest, she was probably just better off alone, at least that way no one could possibly get hurt – except of course, her, though if she had to choose between the people she cared about or herself… she would choose the others over herself every damn time… every time.

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><p>Despite that sudden and shocking revelation he had just made, Stiles was too late. He had just spoken it to himself, to an empty house with no other possible witnesses. Just his frigging luck. One hand was on the stair railing while the other was on the floor beside him, his body completely numb because, what a way to top off that <em>amazing<em> night – getting dumped.

Scott was right – it did feel like someone was tearing his heart from his chest and it was definitely not a good feeling. The tears was still escaping down his cheeks when the front door opened and in his dad came, a tired and daunted look plastered on his face, sighing to himself.

"Stiles, son, are you ho-"He cut himself off though as he looked at Stiles in shock, eyebrows raising and a worried glint coming to his eyes when he saw him sitting there on the stairs, tears overflowing from his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice raised a few octaves higher than usual as he made his way over, "Did something happen? Did you see something? What?" He rattled off questions, making Stiles head spin as he came to sit next to him.

"Nothing happened dad…" He croaked out, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand, "I'm fine"

"You're far away from 'fine' Stiles" His dad's gruff voice answered back.

"I just… I really don't like the feeling of a broken heart" Stiles practically whispered, chewing the inside of his cheek because he really did _not_ want to break down in front of his dad, no way.

"Oh… _oh" _His dad murmured, eyes going wide with realisation as he looked between Stiles and the door, mouth gaping slightly, "Oh that's why… with the… that makes sense..." His dad murmured to himself as he clasped his hands together onto his folded knees and Stiles raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"You're saying it makes sense she broke up with me?" He demanded, giving his dad a furious look and his dad quickly shook his head, pointing to the door.

"No, no" He claimed, "I meant with the crying and the…Chipperness"

"Chipperness?" Stiles asked incredulously, "_Chipperness?"_

"Oh you know… too happy" His dad told him, "I don't know much about, uh, teenage girls these days but Chipperness is definitely a sign of heart break" His dad told him and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, glancing down at his shoes.

"I don't know…" He said sadly because Kayla was good at not showing what she was feeling… most of the time, and he honest to god had no idea what the hell she was feeling. Maybe she had grown out of him, maybe there was someone else… he had no idea.

"What happened anyway… things were going fine before?"

Stiles sucked in a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts – he knew his dad was just trying to help but he couldn't exactly tell him the problem… just like he couldn't tell him everything else.

"Just… uh… family problems" He muttered, blinking to clear his eye sight as his dad clapped a hand on his back in comfort.

"And how bad are these 'family problems' on a scale from law abiding citizens to death row?" His dad asked and, Stiles smiled lightly because, of course, his dad would make a law comparison.

"Uh… death row" He muttered, meeting his dad's shocked eyes, "And more, like… full blown electric chair, injection and shoot out all rolled into one"

"It sounds like she just needs some time… some time to cope with everything before, you know, delving into the deep end so to speak" And Stiles fully agreed, 100%, with all his heart, he got that, he really did, and contrary to popular belief he did _not_ have the emotional capacity of a tea spoon… but it still hurt, bad, like a chainsaw was chiselling his heart out.

"I just really like her" He said miserably, "And when I say 'like her', I mean 'a lot' like… so badly and… "He trailed off, feeling a new found determination burning in his eyes as he looked at the door because, here he was, sitting on the flipping stairs of his house, wallowing in self-pity and sorry, and there she was, somewhere, trying to deal with everything.

"Dad… I gotta go" he muttered in a daze, standing up, striding forward to the door.

"Stiles, wait, it's dark and there's still a cur-"

"Bye" He called out over his shoulder, throwing open the door and racing down the steps at about a million miles an hour, fishing the jeep keys from his pockets and zooming off into the night.

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><p>Kayla dug the heels of her palms into her eye sockets, blocking out the pain as the memories assaulted her as if they were on replay or something – Peter's burnt and mutilated body, Lydia's blood covering her dress, George and Charlotte's screams and cries, Rose's body giving up, the fire tickling her skin, until she felt a pair of warm hands clasp around her wrists, not in a threatening way, more of a comforting way, making her look up in shock.<p>

Stiles was kneeling in front of her at eye level, caramel brown eyes soft and caring but as much as Kayla wanted to take him up on the unsaid offer of comfort, she couldn't because she had broken up with him for a reason – to protect him and he being here was just messing up that plan.

"W-What…?" She asked in a daze, looking around at the blackened sky and empty road, before looking back to Stiles, "Wh-What're you doing here?" She questioned, lowering her arms but Stiles still kept a firm grasp on them, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

"Where else would I be?" He whispered, standing up and pulling her to her feet, and Kayla didn't even have enough energy to resist as he placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the jeep.

"No… I can't…" She mumbled tiredly, her voice croaky from the crying, trying to pull away from Stiles but his hand just wrapped around her waist tightly, not letting her escape.

"You can and you will" He told her in a stern voice, "Because…because I don't care about whatever crappy excuse you come up with, I'm not letting you leave again… once was bad enough okay?" He told her, opening the passenger door.

"So… what? Your other option is to kidnap me?" She demanded, sniffling, as Stiles turned his head to stare down at her, their faces almost touching.

"Yes" He said bluntly, making her raise her eyebrows, "And even if you call my dad and press charges and have me locked up for the rest of my school life with a restraining order… it would still be worth it because we _need_ to talk… need to, okay?" He emphasised, giving her this look which clearly told her to not disagree or else there would be hell to pay.

But, of course, she was a Hale – she was going to disagree.

"We don't 'need' to" She corrected, pulling away from him, cringing at the hurt look that flared up in his eyes, "Because I've already told you, I'm _trying_ to protect you… and you're not exactly making it easy"

"Of course I'm not" He shrieked, arms flailing in the air, "Because you're acting stupidly and irrationally and you're not seeing _my side"_

"Because _your side _is wrong" She claimed, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Wr… wrong? It's not WRONG" Stiles shouted, "How is wanting to be with someone wrong?" He demanded hot headedly, "It's not, it's natural, and when you lo…" He trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows, "When you like someone as much as I like you… you don't let them walk away"

Kayla bit her bottom lip throughout Stiles' speech, tears welling up in her eyes (Again, dammit!), trying to stick to her guns but, god, sometimes he was so good with words and knew what to say it made her resolve begin to crumble.

"Stiles…" She sighed, taking another step backward, "You're… you're _you_" She exclaimed desperately, trying to avoid looking at him in the eye.

"Yes… I think I may have figured that out _before_ now thanks" He replied sarcastically.

"No… you're you, as in… you don't even realise how much of a good guy you are – you deserve to go to some brainy college and get some kind of fancy degree, not be stuck in all this crazy werewolf shit" She told him, trying to convince him, "Because, trust me, it kills – literally"

Stiles' eyes hardened and he got this furious glint in them that she had never seen before, making her gulp because, wow, he could really pull off Mr bad guy. His fist slammed into the side of his jeep suddenly, and instead of jumping in shock, her eyes widened because Stiles loved his jeep, despite what he said, and oh boy… he must be mad.

"Get in the jeep" He demanded, "Now"

Kayla had never seen this type of raw emotion consume him before so she just nodded, brushing past him as she climbed into the vehicle, and he slammed the door behind her, making the whole jeep shake.

"Where are we going?" She asked once he was in, revving the engine and whizzing out onto the road again at such a speed he was sure to get a damn speeding ticket.

"Somewhere" He replied vaguely, "Because I meant what I said earlier… we need to talk" He stated and Kayla just sighed, turning her gaze out the passenger side window – she should've known things would get this out of hand, but, of course, she didn't because she got too caught up in the whole 'normal' thing.

However, she couldn't stop her eyes flickering to the side to stare at Stiles – which was stupid really, she was the one that broke up with him and here she was checking him out, but… she really did like him, more than anyone else she had ever liked before. Just… everything about him was so… right. His tongue was poking into his cheek, a sure sign he was angry, probably at her and she couldn't blame him, his shoulders and arms were tense and one of his legs was continually bouncing up and down.

Suddenly though, he pulled into a small turn off on the road which was badly covered in bushes and tall grass that it would be difficult to detect from the main road, and the jeep bumped across the dirt track until they were far enough it the thick woodland that Stiles must have been satisfied, because he braked and shut off the engine.

There was silence between the two of them as Kayla fiddled with her fingers, glancing around at her surroundings, a tad nervously, because she honest to god had no idea where the hell they were and Stiles was just tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, looking a lot calmer, but also tongue-tied.

"So… uh…" Stiles started to say sheepishly, "I'm sorry about before… I didn't mean to get mad"

"It's fine" She murmured offhandedly, shrugging as she looked straight ahead, dreading whatever the hell Stiles wanted her to tell him.

His mouth opened, and then closed, much like a fish as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes darting around.

"Look… I just…" He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, "I have no idea what to do in a relationship, like, I've never been in one before so… yeah… the thing is-" He changed the subject rapidly, "I know I joke around a lot and deflect emotional problems with sarcasm, but… I wanna help you" He told her, "I hate seeing you like this, all teary eyed and frowny because I know it must take a lot to make you break down and… and..." He shrugged helplessly, "I just want to be there"

She shut her eyes momentarily, trying to push away the onslaught of emotions that welled up inside her, "November 18th" She finally muttered, clenching her fists.

"…What?" Stiles asked in confusion, dropping his awkward attitude to frown at her.

"The day my dad and brother were killed" She told him, finally meeting his eyes, eyes that fell in sadness and had a knowing glint to them, "It was a normal day… Dylan was in his last year at school, dad went off to work like he usually did and we planned to have a movie night later on… Dylan even offered to drive way out to this cute little movie place to buy us this special toffee and chocolate flavoured popcorn" She chuckled fondly at the memory, remembering her brother's excited large grin and how he ran out the door because he was late for school, as per usual, much like herself, his blonde floppy hair all over the place.

"But… when I got back from school, later because of gymnastic class, the house was broken into and… and I can just remember this feeling of pure dread, ya know? Where your heart just stops and that jolt of shock runs up your spine? Yeah… like that" She confirmed, the ache in her chest getting more profound as she told the story, "But then I guess I got knocked out because when I came to… mom and I were tied up in some old warehouse and… and…" She got choked up, her chest tightening as she recalled those god awful memories, ones that she had tried so hard to forget.

"D-Dylan and dad were… were on the ground and…these-these hunters were standing over them… guns in hand and I was _so_ scared Stiles – I couldn't do anything and… and I couldn't stop screaming at them to stop" She managed to get out as the tears fell, just by reencountering that memory.

"And they shot them… right in front of us" She cried, hands beginning to shake, "Dy-Dylan… he tried to fight back but… but it didn't work… and-" She got choked up again as she stared straight ahead, "And they couldn't stop screaming when the hunters hurt them" She added, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, "They shot them with so many bullets that by the time the ambulance came it was too late because the wolfs bane acted a lot quicker and… and I just r-remember riding with Dylan… holding his hand and he said… he said 'don't cry little sis…" She cut herself off as she wiped her nose with her sleeve, doing everything in her power to not get hysterical like her body was trying to do, "'Don't cry because… because I'll always be here with you, because that's-that's a big brother's job" she sobbed, rubbing at her eyes as she stared at Stiles, whose own brown eyes were glassy with tears as he stared at her intensely, his bottom lip quivering.

"Mom… mom wasn't herself… she would-would lock herself in her bedroom for days at a time and… and she wouldn't stop crying" Kayla said now, in a daze, a kind of deluded calm resting over her, "I couldn't make her stop crying Stiles" She said.

"Kayla…" Stiles started to say, his voice soft and full of empathy, but she ignored him.

"She just… she wouldn't stop and… I couldn't take it anymore" She told him, "I… I left and went to this bar, downed god knows how much alcohol and took god knows how much drugs…and it made everything better… it numbed the pain and…" She trailed off, sucking in a deep breath, using her fingers to wipe at her wet cheeks desperately, but more tears soon fell.

"I met Aiden" She said, "He was… a distraction Stiles… it was just… sex, plain and simple, we were just using each other for all the wrong reasons… and… and I knew it was wrong, I knew it was dangerous and, and, and… addictive but… it just hurt too much to think about them"

Stiles was staring at her intensely, not judgement shining in his eyes but a sense of… understanding?

"By this time I was off the rails… I was a train wreck" She chuckled unhumouressly, "And… and… I found out… I found out I was pregnant… by him, by Aiden, and-"She cut herself off, forcing herself to look at Stiles when she said this, to try and figure out what he was thinking about her, "And I was scared Stiles, I was so scared because… because I was a mess and… and selfish" She added, telling him the truth because, dammit, he needed the truth, he deserved the truth, "We had made this… this little innocent human, that did nothing wrong, it was innocent in all of my mess that I had created myself… but… but I couldn't do it Stiles" She cried, nails digging into her thighs as she tried to do anything to take away the pain of those memories, "I couldn't have a baby at fifteen…not with him… not with someone like that because he was… he was a murderer" She admitted shamefully, dipping her head.

"I got involved with the likes of him and the end result was a baby… a baby… a living thing" She said, "So… I, uh, went to the clinic… a few states over… and I had an abortion" She added, silent tears running down her face, "I killed a baby… my baby… because I'm a bad person, I'm a selfish bitch, that will just end up hurting you Stiles" She told him desperately, a few choked sobs now breaking through her demeanour, "I'll just end up hurting you" She wailed, flinging open the jeep door and throwing herself out, running over to the closest tree and placing both hands on it to stabilise herself, trying to take in deep breaths through her cries because it just hurt _so_ much, the memories that she had pushed far away were back full throttle and, she honest to god, had no idea how she lasted this long without breaking down.

But Stiles came up behind her, taking her out-stretched hands in his and pulling her back against his chest, holding onto her tightly and, even when her legs gave way, he still held her up.

"Shhhh, It's okay" He murmured against her hair, "Everything's okay… you've got nothing to feel bad about, none of it was your fault" He whispered quietly, trying to quieten her sobs, "I'm here Kaylz… I'm here… I'm not going anywhere"

**A.N) Emotional? Hell yeah! Ha! The chapters will start to get a bit more light-hearted for a bit, but, rest assured they will be plenty of drama so hold onto your seats folks… cause you're in for a ride! Ha! Anyway, pretty please leave your thoughts below, I would really appreciate them so please please please review – thanks guys, see you next chapter **


	38. Chapter 38 - Stay away from Lydia!

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Kayla tried to get the air into her lungs but it was incredibly hard, near impossible, to do because she was hyperventilating so damn much, the memories that she had pushed far, far, _far_ away for over a year now were right at the front of her mind and she couldn't _not _see them, experience them like for the first time all over again and it was just too much.

She was surprised she hadn't broken Stiles' hands yet by the sheer force she was gripping them with, her nails biting into his skin, but he didn't say anything or even wince in pain, as he held her up, her own legs as useless as a ragdolls'.

He was muttering things in her ear but she couldn't hear what he was saying, actually, she couldn't hear anything except her own choked breaths and sobs coming from her throat and she felt like such an idiot for breaking down in the middle of no-where, leaning on someone who she had just broken up with to protect _him, _not show him how much she actually needed him.

Stiles' grip around her waist tightened as he took a step backwards, leaning against the tree and then lowering them both to the ground, and Kayla didn't resist, hell, she didn't want to, as Stiles pulled her between his legs, securing her against his chest.

"Th-they're g-g-gone… they're g-gone" She stuttered tearfully, not realising this for the first time, but it was the first time she allowed herself to fully grieve for them all, every single one of them, "Th-they're d-dead S-S-Stiles"

"I know… I'm sorry" He murmured against her ear, "I'm so sorry"

"Why did t-they have t-to d-d-die?" She sobbed, clinging to Stiles as if her life depended on it, "W-Why… why?" She added, gripping one of Stiles' hands and holding it to her chest, "Why did they h-have t-to leave?"

"I wish I knew why" He whispered, his long fingers gently soothing her skin, trying to make her more at ease, "But I don't… I'm sorry" He added, and Kayla could feel him pressing his head against hers, his long arms burying her into his chest, "Just let it out, it's okay, I'm here…just let it out Kaylz… it's okay" He continued to murmur in her ear, his legs raised up ever so slightly, keeping her firmly against him.

She didn't want to do this to Stiles, to burden him with yet another problem, she didn't want to be weakened by these heart-wrenching emotions, she didn't want Stiles to have to deal with all of this, especially considering he had his own problems and emotions to deal with first, but he was rocking her back and forth gently, the movement so subtle she could hardly feel it, but it reminded her of her dad, the one she had grown up with, and how he used to rock her to sleep after reading her a bed-time story, and her heart clenched painfully.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry" She managed to get out, her breathing irregular, but before she could apologise anymore, his grip tightened even more, as if he was afraid she would make a break for it again, and his voice was soft and smooth against her ear.

"Stop apologising… Its fine, actually it's better than fine, it's great that you're beginning to deal with it… that… that you trust me" He whispered and Kayla almost scoffed – how could she not trust Stiles, Stiles was one of the easiest persons to trust, did he not know that?

"My batman" She muttered back, taking a breath in-between the tears that fell down her cheeks, "B-But… it's okay i-if people see you a-a-as Robin t-too because he's the r-real hero of the s-story" She sniffed, linking their fingers together, "He's the one t-that matters, t-the one that everyone needs" She added, letting out another choked sob but held back the others because Stiles needed to see how much he was worth, how much he was appreciated, "Like you Stiles"

He seemed to be speechless, and Kayla bit the inside of her cheek, more grateful than she could ever tell him with words because, she actually wasn't that great with words or even emotions really, but this was something he needed to hear.

His lips grazed the side of her head as he pressed a gentle kiss to her hairline, and just that one gesture that was so kind and sincere, made more tears come to her eyes because she had never felt this way before about, well, anyone – not her ninth grade crush, Aiden, hell, not even any of her celebrity crushes, and yes, it did scare her slightly, okay scrap that, a lot, because when people began falling for each other it just complicated things more and became 'serious', and Kayla didn't exactly do 'serious'.

Yet, as he held her, despite all the pain she had caused him over the past few hours, she couldn't help but feel…weirdly complete with him right there, so instead of running for the hills like she thought she would do, or, well, running for the hills like she actually _wanted _to do, she embraced it.

The pain of those god awful memories were lessening slightly and Kayla just tried to relax her body, tried to get it through her head that grieving was a natural thing, that everyone did it at some point, and that it was needed to remain at least somewhat sane.

"Then I'll be your Robin" Stiles finally told her, and for some weird reason, it made a choked sound of laughter erupt from her, piercing through the emotional pain that was building up in the front of her mind.

"Th-that sounds good" She managed to get out, sniffing again, as the tears still slid down her cheeks, probably making them go all blotchy and red, but she didn't care. Her body felt exhausted and just down right knackered and she didn't know that crying could take that much out of you, but it did, and she slumped back against Stiles' chest who didn't say anything, just tightened his arms around her.

She felt herself drifting off to sleep, the whole night's events catching up with her, but she kind of wished she didn't because, for the first time in god knows how many weeks, she had a dream about her past, but it was more like a nightmare to her.

_She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, face blank as she stared at the math homework in front of her, her mind not working, as It had only been a few weeks since her dad's and Dylan's death and she just felt hollow and numb, not crying or grieving, just… existing._

_Her head snapped up when she heard a bang from across the hall, her mom's bedroom, and stood up, sighing to herself as she moved forwards, opening the door and padding through to her mom's room, carefully opening the door._

_Her mom was curled up on her bed, a bottle of alcohol clasped in her hands, loud sobs emanating from her throat and Kayla just stared at her, anger bubbling up in her chest. She was supposed to be the adult, the strong one, not the one curled up, locking herself in her room, leaving Kayla to do everything – cleaning, tidying, cooking, paying the bills. She clenched her fists, biting the inside of her cheek as she slammed the door shut forcefully, racing down the stairs and was out the door in a matter of seconds._

_It's not like she would notice anyway, Kayla thought in anger, briskly walking down the dark road, until the sound of drunken laughter and music made her stop, her eyes glued to the lively bar just opposite to where she was standing._

_She needed a distraction from her life, something to take this hollow feeling away in her chest because it felt like someone had wrapped their fist around her heart and wouldn't stop squeezing. She managed to push herself in amongst a group of excited college kids and when she got to the bar she flashed her fake ID that her friends had acquired for her just a few weeks previously and ordered a straight vodka._

_And that was how the night went on._

_Drinks. Shots. Dancing with strangers. More drinks. More shots. Some kind of funky white pill that made her head spin and her whole body buzz with an exhilarated type of energy that she absolutely __**loved.**_

_She had just jumped off the bar after dancing with a bunch of other people who she had no idea who the hell they were, but one of them was nice enough to provide her with a small bag of little pills for a discount price, so she was thankful for that._

_She blew some hair away from her face, leaning over to grab another shot, when someone slid up beside her and she looked up, raising her eyebrows._

"_Can I… help you?" She smirked, the alcohol buzzing around in her brain._

"_You could start with letting me buy you a drink" My Broody forehead said, his ginger hair gelled up, a leather jacket thrown over a plain white shirt and dark jeans._

"… _I'm alright thanks" She told him, "I've got plenty"_

"_I have seen that… didn't know a girl like you could hold that much alcohol" He flirted back, leaning an elbow on the bar counter._

"_That's quite offensive actually… just cause I'm a girl, it doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor"_

"_It's actually a refreshing sight to see" He smiled back, lifting up one of her full shot glasses and downing it, eyes trained on her the whole time, "So… how about that drink?"_

_Before her mind had even caught up with her she had grabbed him by the hand, dragging him around the back of the bar and into the store-room, not even caring that she didn't even know this guy, hell, she had known him for all of twenty seconds, but her whole body was just screaming for a distraction, for something to take her mind off everything that had happened._

_She pushed him back against the store room door, grabbing his leather jacket and tugging it off his body and he, the guy, whatever the hell his name was, lifted her up off the ground, pressing her back against a near-by pillar as she ripped open his shirt as his hands unzipped her skirt at the back, pulling it off her body._

_Kayla didn't even resist because, for the first time in weeks, she felt her mind being a lot more alert, her body more motivated – maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the guy, but whatever it was, she wanted more of it._

_His hands moved up her back, gripping at the skin as he yanked off her tank top and her hands worked at the belt buckle of his jeans in desperation, her hand movements slightly shaky as she tried to focus on the task at hand._

_So, yeah, her first time was __not__ romantic in any way possible, just with some guy she didn't know, up against a pillar in a store room of some illegal kind of bar, but it worked – it was the perfect distraction._

_They both fell to the concrete floor once it was over, their breathing laboured and irregular and Kayla pressed her hands to his chest as she pushed herself up so she was straddling his waist, running a hand through her long and wild hair._

"_Now that… I would definitely be up for again" The guy smirked, propping himself up on his elbows, a smug look plastered on his, very attractive, face._

_Kayla just raised her eyebrows at him, "Good choice in words" She told him lightly before using his shoulders to haul herself up, stumbling slightly as her legs shook and he let out a triumphant noise as he lent back down on the ground, resting his hands under his head, smiling smugly._

"_Don't get cocky now" She warned as she pulled her skirt back on, "That stumbling had nothing to do with your… no doubt, expertise in that field but, in case you hadn't noticed…I'm kind of drunk"_

"_You keep telling yourself that" He chuckled as she pulled her tank top back over her head, shaking out her hair, "But… I meant it before, I would definitely like to get to know you a bit better" He added, biting his lip as he stared at her up and down but, just then, the store room door opened and in walked an identical copy of the guy she was just with, making Kayla swivel her head between the two in confusion before realising, duh, they were twins._

"_Aiden, where the hell are-" The other guy cut himself off, staring at the scene in front of him, "For god sake Aiden put some pants on" He demanded, bending down and throwing over the discarded pair of jeans, "I didn't come here just so __you__ could get laid"_

_Kayla eyed them both, reaching for her bag that was on the floor nearby and pulling out a spare eyeliner from it._

"_Chill Ethan… there's a bar more your style just down the road, don't worry" The Aiden guy replied as he stood up, rolling his eyes and zipping up his jeans. Kayla just nodded, coming to a decision as she strode forward, lifting up his right hand and scribbling down her number._

"_There you go" She hummed, capping the eyeliner and stuffing it back into her bag, "Just… if you were serious about before" She smirked, patting his chest and walking away and, just as she began to brush past his brother who sent her a 'really?' look, he called out to her again._

"_And what's your name?" he asked and she turned around, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear._

"_Kayla… Kayla Hale" She told him and then she was off, the last thing she heard was the Aiden guy's brother – Ethan, was it? – Say in a snarky voice, "Wow, sleeping with a girl __before__ you learn her name… how classy"_

She woke up with a gasp, sitting up straight but someone's arms were wrapped around her, preventing her from flying straight up and she looked around blearily, feeling sick to the stomach at that memory because, god, she just wasn't herself back then and wished she could take it back more than anything.

"Hey, it's okay, it was just a dream, it was just a dream" Stiles immediately soothed as she started breathing heavily, looking around in confusion because that dream felt _so _real, she thought she was actually back in that bar for a minute.

"Stiles?" She asked tiredly, twisting around in his arms, their limbs intertwining, "W-What?" She was confused at their surroundings, not recognising them. There was overgrown bushes and hedges and large, over cast tree's that gave the whole area a cosy kind of feel to it.

"You, uh, fell asleep" He murmured, "I didn't want to move you"

Kayla felt overwhelmed by the sincerity laced in his voice, and how his eyes had this genuine look in them that she had never really witnessed before – with Aiden it was just a look of want, nothing much else, but with Stiles it felt like he genuinely cared about her and, she realised with a jolt, just how stupid she had been.

Stiles was in the deep end, whether she wanted him to be or not, because he was not going to leave his best friend alone with all those burdens, no, Stiles would shoulder them with him because that's the type of person he was. Without even thinking she wrapped her arms around his neck, crashing her lips to his urgently and desperately, wanting to feel him again because, if she was to admit it to herself, she did miss the feel of his lips… even though it had probably only been eight hours at most since she had kissed him… wow, she was getting clingy.

She could practically feel him raise his eyebrows in shock and confusion but she just kissed him harder, trying to show how thankful she was for everything because, out of everyone she knew, he was the one that was here and stayed out all night because he didn't want to move her – before, something as sweet and mushy as that would've made her cringe but she tried to embrace it because, she realised, if someone did something like that, then they were definitely worth holding on to.

After a few seconds he kissed her back, hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer to him and Kayla knew how much of a mistake breaking up with him was because, it was Stiles Stilinski… why would she ever want to break up with someone as amazing as _Stiles Stilinski_.

"Wow… um… does this mean our metaphorical train is back on its rails… for realz?" He murmured against her lips and Kayla allowed a small smile to grace her lips, even though she was still emotionally grieving for her dead family members, but being with Stiles helped… a lot.

"God yes" She told him, pulling away and wiping under her eyes at her make-up, in case she looked like some sort of emotional panda, "That is if you still want an emotionally compromised, messed up, short tempered Hale in your life"

"I wouldn't have it any other way" He smiled and Kayla nodded, pressing her head into the crook of his neck, still smelling the faint tinge of cologne he was wearing from the previous night and smiled to herself as his arms wrapped around her securely.

"So, uh, where are we exactly?" She mumbled against his shirt that he was still wearing from last night, "I don't recognise this place… it's really nice though" She asked, pulling away and surveying the area, watching as Stiles got this sad and distant look in his eyes.

"I'm not really sure… I just remember my mom used to take me on picnics here when dad was working… she called it our 'secret place' – I wasn't even sure if it would still be here" He told her truthfully, looking around as if finally taking in the sheer beauty of the place.

"Your mom sounded great" She smiled, catching his gaze, "I mean… really, _really_ great" She emphasised and he chuckled, still having that sad look in his eyes but he quirked her a half smile.

"She was" He agreed, "And she made these _awesome _blueberry pancakes… god, they were good… we'll have to make them sometime… I'm sure dad still has the recipe" He told her and Kayla felt her heart expand when he offered that.

"I can't cook" She protested, "I mean, I really _can't _cook" She added, shivering at the thought.

"But… its pancakes, everyone can make pancakes" He protested light heartedly, but she shook her head.

"Nu uh… I can't… I've made soup explode… I mean, _really_ explode – and it wasn't even some fancy, complicated soup, it was powdered soup… and I burnt it – we had roast soup for lunch" She rambled, feeling a hell of a lot happier at Stiles' amused look.

"You can't burn soup, just like you can't screw up pancakes"

"I could screw up just about any recipe – pancakes included… I wouldn't want to ruin your mom's signature recipe" She told him, resting her chin on her raised knees.

"I wouldn't call it 'signature'" Stiles hummed in thought "… it has just been passed through the family for five generations" Stiles smirked and Kayla's heart skipped a beat – damn… talk about family tradition.

"Wow, well… no pressure then" She mumbled and Stiles' caramel brown eyes were light with humour, which she much preferred to the sad and daunted look in them like they had previously.

"It feels good to actually teach you something… usually it's the other way around, what with the whole 'ass kicking' training and the werewolf situation" He told her, chuckling, and Kayla nodded, agreeing with him.

"Hey, whatever helps you feel more dominant, I'm cool with" She teased, puckering her lips in thought and glancing around at the cute little area they were in, seeing the dawn already set in motion, the sun peaking up through the clouds.

"I think… I think we should go see Lydia" She said seriously, "Because…because if she is a werewolf then she's gonna be seriously confused with everything that is going on" Kayla told him, choosing to think rather optimistically and go with the 'werewolf' path rather than the 'not breathing' path.

"Uh… yeah, Scott texted me a couple of hours ago cause he was worried when we didn't show up to the hospital…" He trailed off, and Kayla sent him an apologetic look, "Anyway, he just went straight ahead and checked – _gah – _the wound… and he said it's healing normally… no super healing werewolf ability… just plain old biology"

"W-What?" Kayla gasped, "But… that's impossible – P-Peter bit her, she has to be one or the other" Kayla protested.

"Apparently not" He shrugged and Kayla frowned, going through all the possibilities in her head.

"Wait…" She said, eyes glazing over as she pulled herself to her feet, remembering what Peter had told her – "_Your mom is... different, let's say" He added, "All the Jacob's women are which is why your genes were not compatible" _and _"But it's pretty straight forward - the females on your mom's side aren't human"_

"What?" Stiles asked, jumping to his feet, "You have that look on your face like you know something… which you have most of the time but it's like you _know know _something, what is it?" He rambled, looking at her intensely.

"Maybe…maybe she doesn't have to be either because…" She gulped at the realisation, staring right at Stiles, "Because there is other supernatural creatures out there"

"Okay" Stiles said quickly, nodding his head, "Because why not – werewolves, half-breeds, what's next, vampire's?" He shrieked loudly, throwing his arms up in the air.

She scoffed, "No - I'm pretty sure vampires are fictional… like that damn Twilight saga… no… I'm talking about something else"

"Twilight vampires…" Stiles trailed off, gulping, eyes going innocently wide.

"You've read the Twilight saga?" She gaped, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Wha- No… no I haven't" He protested, trying to look even more innocent and Kayla just raised her eyebrows in disbelief because she didn't need to have werewolf hearing to know he was lying.

"Okay, okay… I was bored and Scott was bored so we… read them… but that's not the topic of our conversation…" He trailed off, cheeks tinging a dark red colour.

"I-I… never mind" She chuckled, suddenly incredibly ecstatic, "Because Lydia's going to be okay… that's the main thing" She beamed, making herself feel happy that, finally, something good was happening and nothing too disastrous.

"But… what… how… how do you know these other 'supernatural creatures' even exist?" he questioned, racing forward to catch up with her as she speed walked to the jeep, a spring in her step.

She jumped into the jeep, Stiles following soon after her, "Peter said" She told him truthfully, just as he started the engine and then suddenly, the whole jeep stalled and Stiles grabbed the steering wheel in panic.

"Pe-PETER TOLD YOU?" He screeched loudly, sending her a horrified look and Kayla just nodded, meeting his gaze.

"Yes, Peter told me, and he knows it because, shocker of the day, my mom is… well, he uh, didn't tell me but… yeah… she's not human either" He just continued to gape at her, "Okay Stilinski, close that mouth before you catch flies"

"But… what?" He stuttered and she patted his knee, pointing to the dirt road they were supposed to be on.

"Focus Stiles" She smirked, and he shook his head, sending her one more confused glance, before, properly, starting the engine this time and reversing out onto the road.

Her heart still hurt from, well, everything but she realised that she was moving on the proper way – not like before where she just pushed everything to the back of her mind and pretended it didn't happen, Stiles helped her cope with it in a healthy – yet painful – way, but it had to be done. She hoped that in time she would be able to talk about her family without wanting to break down and manage to share stories about how great they were – that was her goal, and she was damn well going to get there, even if it killed her – okay, tad dramatic… but she was determined to see it through.

Stile raced to the hospital, the ride there she spent explaining to him what Peter told her (which wasn't a lot!) but his brain seemed to be in some sort of shocked daze because he asked her to keep repeating it, which she did, until they parked the jeep in the visitor's car park and he sucked in a deep breath, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

"So… the women on your mom's side are…. Something?" He questioned and she nodded in confirmation, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt, "And you're a woman" He added, face screwed up with concentration as he still sat there, a look of intense confusion plastered on his face.

"Yes Stiles… I'm a woman – with the boobs, periods, mood swings, ya know, the whole nine yards" She told him as she opened his door from the outside, when it became clear he wasn't going to, and he sent her a shocked look, as if he had never thought about those things before, glancing down at her, and then shaking his head as if to clear her, and met her, somewhat, amused stare.

"Uh… sorry" He murmured as he fell from the jeep, scrambling to get his bearings, straightening out his shirt and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's… fine" She chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and pulling him towards the entrance, eyes sharp as she looked out for any dangers – like some stray hunters or even bloody Derek, who, before last night, she wouldn't classify as 'dangerous' but now… who knows.

"Why are we acting all secret-agent?" Stiles mock whispered in her ear, and she turned around, not realising how close they were, glancing down at his lips then eyes, "Am I like 007 and you're Pam Bouvier?" He whispered and Kayla raised her eyebrows.

"Really Stiles? You're comparing me to 'Pam Bouvier' from 'A license to kill'?" She asked back, cocking an eyebrow, "… That movie sucked – I'd much rather be Natalya Simonova from 'Golden eye'" She shot back, using her profound knowledge of James Bond movies to full use.

Stiles gaped at her, as if she had just committed the worst crime possible, "You did not just call 'A license to kill' suckish…. Nope…. Pretending I didn't hear that" He murmured and she rolled her eyes playfully, peeking back around the wall.

Lydia's mom, Mrs Martin, emerged from Lydia's room, a middle aged doctor following behind her but, if Mrs Martin's happy-ish look was anything to go by, then what Scott said must be true – that Lydia was getting better, in the completely natural, human way… or maybe a supernatural way, who knows?

"What's going on?" Stiles asked, probably hating to be out of the loop, as he grabbed her shoulders, leaning over her body, right on his tip toes and she sent him an exasperated look at his subtlety.

"Want a piggy back ride while you're at it?" She questioned sarcastically, turning her head around to stare at him.

"That would be nice but my legs are stronger than they look" He shot back without even missing a beat and she rolled her eyes, again, but good naturally, because it was impossible to be annoyed at Stiles – okay, not impossible, but… he was more amusing than he was annoying.

When she looked back around she saw a tall, somewhat buff and rather hairy blonde haired man standing next to a thin, brown haired women, fierce looks plastered on their faces, as they stood outside Lydia's room, and Kayla got an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Why… why are Brian's parents here?" She whispered, more to herself than Stiles, as she saw the similar facial structures and also recognising them from the Photo Brian had of them in his _super_ expensive car.

"Brian's parents? As in Brian _Brian? _The Brian that is no longer in the land of the living… that Brian?" Stiles rambled, practically falling on top of her as his grip on her shoulders loosened.

"That Brian" She confirmed, audibly gulping, "The same Brian that tried to kill us" She added, watching as his parents started to move forward, "The very same Brian that said he was a 'protector'… whatever the hell that means" She continued, her stomach dropping, "And 'that' Brian's parents are now going into Lydia's room" She added, feeling her heart skip a beat at the idea of someone hurting Lydia even more than she already was and that spurred her into action. She grabbed Stiles' arm, hauling him forward as they sprinted towards Lydia's room, Kayla's eyes flashing to that brilliant bright, glowing green, fully prepared to protect Lydia, whatever the cost.

**A.N) Well… well… well… I just really hope you are all enjoying this, I'm trying to update quick but I've got exams in less than three weeks (hides) and yeah… but I will still update so WOO HOO" anyway, I hope you could all leave your thoughts on this chapter below, motivators they are, so please review and I will see you next chapter! **


	39. Chapter 39 - Batman vs Superman

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Kayla rushed in through the door, practically barging in, pulling in a flailing Stiles behind her, pure desperation running through her veins because, if Brian's parents were anything like, well, Brian, then Lydia was in danger, and that was something Kayla could not stand. Not Lydia. The sight she was met with was the big, burly blonde dude hovering over Lydia, an injection in hand and the brown haired woman standing just behind him, eyes so fierce it sent shivers up her spine.

"Stay away from her" Kayla snarled, her voice deadly low, letting go of Stiles' hand, clenching her fists and wishing more than anything she had a secret stash of weapons hidden… somewhere in her clothes like she normally had.

"Werewolf" The big guy growled, standing up straight, all six foot six inches of him, wow – he was tall, dropping the injection to the floor and pulling out a deadly looking blade, like, really deadly looking, it was slick and thin and, by god, it looked as though it could kill by just a prick.

"Not a werewolf" Kayla rolled her eyes, fed up with the assumptions, for god sake she was no werewolf, and, as subtle as possible, her eyes roamed around Lydia's room, looking for anything that could be used as a potential weapon – about the only thing that was available to her was a couple of 'get well soon' cards and she internally scoffed – what was she supposed to do, paper cut them?

The brown haired woman, although at first looked frail and weak, stood up straight, determination buried deep in her eyes, "Filthy mutt" She snapped, "I'm going to enjoy skinning off that retched fur coat from you" She snarled and Kayla actually froze for a second, sending Stiles a quick perplexed look – mutt? Skinning? Fur coat? These people really did need to do their research.

"And what? Sell it on eBay?" Kayla sassed back, a sudden thought occurring to her – genius really. She reached back, fingers quickly trying to unbuckle Stiles' belt without either of the psychopaths seeing what she was doing.

"Wha-what – I… oh god… Kayla I really don't think n-now's the time" She heard Stiles whisper from behind her, letting out an audible gulp, and snorted, finally freeing the belt from his pants loops and keeping it stashed behind her back.

"You… you killed our son" Big guy said, grief caked in his voice but murder in his eyes, "You killed Brian" He snarled as he raised his blade, the very deadly looking blade, and Kayla let out an astonished noise.

"Me? What the hell have you been smoking? I didn't murder anyone, let alone Brian" She told them heatedly, taking a step back to fall in line with Stiles, "You take cruella de vil, I've got the tree" She whispered, meeting his shocked eyes – she kind of wished she could take that god awful woman, just because of the mutt comment, but Stiles admitted himself he wasn't the best fighter – sending him against a guy that looked like he could crush a truck with his bare hands would be suicide.

"M-Me?" He stuttered, sending her a wide-eyed glare, "I-I can't fight… I suck at fighting" He protested and Kayla saw Mr Burly dude take a threatening step forward and knew they didn't have long.

"You'll be fine" She whispered, "Just remember what Derek and I taught you" She added, giving his hand a quick squeeze, "For Lydia" She said to him when he still had that scared hint in them – but now his eyes hardened for a moment and he gave her an adamant nod.

"Mary, get the one in transition… I'll deal with these… _scum" _He muttered and Kayla charged at him, taking him off guard, as she dodged to one side , feigning going to the right and when his large, branch like arms tried to grab her, she went to the left, elbowing him in the side, right below the ribcage, making him begin to splutter.

"Stiles… quick" She shouted to him, seeing the brown haired woman, Mary as the tree called her, bend down to scoop up the syringe and head in the direction towards Lydia. He nodded and raced forward but Kayla got distracted by the guy grabbing her arm, hauling her forward, but she used this to her advantage, kneeing him right between the legs and, as he gasped, had knocked the blade from his hand by hitting him right in the wrist and had wrapped the belt around his neck, kicking up off his bent knee and landed on his back, using her nimble hands to tighten the belt – not enough to kill him, she wasn't Peter, but enough to make him begin to turn purple.

She risked a glance to the right and watched as Stiles used his quick thinking and picked up a vase of flowers that rested next to Lydia's bed on her table, and had slammed it down on Mary's head just before the needle could touch Lydia's pale skin.

Wow… why didn't she think of that?

Big burly dude must've sensed her distraction because his hands reached up and had wrapped around her wrists, they were so big she looked tiny in comparison, and yanked her forward, flinging her over his head and straight into the wall, concrete none the less.

"Ow" She muttered, landing on her back on the floor, pain running up her spine, annoyed at herself that she got distracted, but she would rather get distracted and check if Stiles needed help than letting him get hurt. Suddenly, the sole of a boot was racing straight to her face, and, mustering up whatever heightened senses she now had, had grabbed the foot, a couple of inches before it could smash her face in, and twisted, sending Mr burly dude off balance and he crashed to the floor, making the whole room shake.

Apparently though, these two married assassins, or whatever the hell they were, did not stay down for long. The brown haired one, Mary, was already back to standing up, blood running down her forehead, clothes soaked from flower water, a deadly glint in her eyes, staring right at Stiles who floundered backwards, standing in front of Lydia's bed protectively.

"_You_…" She screeched in anger, starting forward and Kayla met Stiles' eyes, shouting a quick "defence" to him, and just in time to because the woman, Mary, had pulled out her own pen knife and tried to slash at Stiles' chest but he raised his arm, blocking her attack, and then did something that surprised the two of them – he grabbed her arm, kicking out with his feet, sending her crashing to the floor, one of the first few moves Kayla had taught him, and as she landed on her stomach, he quickly sat on top of her, grabbing her legs and bending them, keeping the Mary woman still and unable to move.

"Unagi" He told Kayla happily, a look of pride plastered on his face, and Kayla sent him a small smile – unagi meaning a state of total awareness and, by god, did he have it then. Now though, she wished she had bloody 'unagi' though as big dude kicked out with his foot, making Kayla jump up just in time to avoid getting pulled to the floor.

He stumbled to his feet, eyes blazing, charging her again but, although he was big and solid and probably three hundred pounds of pure muscle, she was quick on her feet, a lot quicker than him, and skidded on the ground, sailing right through his legs on the slippy floor and was back on her feet in no time, kicking out at the back of his knees, causing him to fall forward and then she raced toward him, wrapping his neck in a tight headlock and pulling them both to the ground, him landing on top of her, but this was an advantage because she was prepared, tightening her grip as he tried to struggle out of her embrace, but ultimately, it didn't work because his movements got more sluggish and he eventually went unconscious. Reluctantly, Kayla let go of him, kicking his body off hers, which required a hell of a lot of effort since he was so damn muscly, but she did it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Wow…" She heard Stiles murmur, and looked up from laying on the floor. His mouth was slack as he sat on top of Mary, doing anything and everything to keep her still, which looked pretty hard considering she was flapping about more than a fish out of water.

"You did not too bad yourself Stilinski" She praised, pulling herself to her feet and striding over to them, crouching down at their level at a sneering Mary.

"Blasted werewolves" She cursed, "I hope the lot of you go extinct… you deserve to be hunted and shot, pulled a part limb from limb… _murderers_" She snarled and Kayla raised her eyebrows, unimpressed with the woman's hard-headedness – they weren't bloody werewolves. But, if she had to admit, it did look suspicious, what with the green glowing eyes.

"Bitter much?" She mumbled, meeting the woman's furious gaze, "Look, I'm sorry about Brian… I really am, but what good is killing Lydia going to do? Really? She's innocent"

"Innocent" The woman scoffed, eyes welling up with tears of anger and sadness, "Like you are?" She shot back and Kayla raised her eyebrows, "That girl will no longer be a girl – she'll be a _monster…"_

Kayla's eyes hardened as she clenched her fists, "I feel sorry for you – I really do… to live life so narrow mindedly" She snarled, "Lydia is _not_ a monster… and she's not _going_ to be a monster… and you're certainly _not_ going to kill her" She added, picking up the woman's fallen pen knife and twirling it around in her fingers. She wasn't going to use it, but if anyone tried anything on Lydia… then she certainly wouldn't hesitate.

"We're not going to stop until she's dead" Mary growled, "Like you will be, your family…" She trailed off and god, Kayla felt angry. She met Stiles' eyes, a clear message being 'let her go' and he nodded numbly, looking quite terrified, as he quickly stood up and Kayla grabbed her arm, hauling her up and slamming her into the wall.

"You're. Not. Touching. Lydia" She said quietly, a deadly note in her voice, showing her that she meant business, "You're going to take your lumberjack of a husband home and grieve for your son… and not harm Lydia" She said, "Because we'll make sure that if you come back here to even lay a finger on her… you'll be made a permanent resident" She threatened, to angry to care she was threatening someone, because she needed to protect Lydia.

"Who?… you and the beanpole?" She scoffed, head jutting in Sties' direction whose mouth gaped open in mortification.

"Yes, me and the beanpole, who just kicked your ass" She smiled sickly sweet, "Now leave" She added, pushing her far away from Lydia as humanly possible, her converse clad foot stomping down on the injection filled with liquid, destroying its contents.

The woman dropped to her knees, slapping her husbands' cheeks to wake him up as Stiles came and stood next to her, both forming a barrier between the grieving parents hell bent on revenge and Lydia, who was still unconscious, her pale body looking frailer than before.

"We mean it" Mary said as she helped her husband stand up, "We're not letting _abominations _like you continue breathing… not when our Brian isn't" She added tearfully, yet fiercely, "You don't deserve to live – we're the protectors of this town, it's our duty"

And Kayla was honestly bamboozled – sure, there was hunters in the world, but protectors? Were they just the same as hunters, or were they different? Kayla didn't reply though as they struggled out of the door, her only thought being 'good riddance'.

"Beanpole" Stiles muttered furiously under his breath, "I'm not a 'beanpole'" He claimed, "Beanpole… bloody 'beanpole'" He muttered, "Do I look like a beanpole to you?"

"No Stiles" She allowed herself a small laugh, "You don't look like a beanpole" She patted his chest comfortingly, humouring him, and he gave a self-satisfied nod, looking happy at that answer.

"Exactly… she should've gone to Specsavers" He grinned and Kayla laughed, turning around to face Lydia who still slept on through all that chaos, eyebrows furrowing in concern. She knew she was going to be okay, Scott said the doctors told them her body was fighting back, and Kayla didn't expect anything less from _Lydia blinking Martin, _but she was still in the hospital, she was still in bad shape.

"So… what do you think is going to happen now?" Stiles asked, throwing his body gracefully (note the sarcasm) into a nearby plastic chair, looking up at her expectantly.

"About what?" She asked for clarification because, as much as she wished, she did _not_ have the answer to everything.

"Everything" Stiles cringed as he said the answer, face screwing up, "Because, as much as I wish our ass kicking sent them a very threatening message, I know it probably didn't"

"Our ass kicking _did_ rock" She agreed, "But I'm thinking we could just camp out here for a bit… and by 'a bit' I mean until Lydia's out of hospital… because they could come back" She told him truthfully, subconsciously reaching out and brushing some strands of hair from Lydia's face.

"I'm cool with that" Stiles told her, "They have a vending machine outside anyway, one of my better friends… occasionally he spits out extra candy" Stiles told her, making a smile tug at her lips, "For free… god, if only real friends did that…"

"Wow Stiles… want me to just leave the two of you alone so you can make out with it?" She chuckled, sending him an amused look.

"Nah" He waved his hand, 'pffting', "That's what you're for" He shot back, giving her a cheeky grin, "But I will go and get us some Reese's… it's going to be a long day"

"If you're not back will I just assume you've run off with the vending machine to live 'happily ever after'?" She laughed, watching as he stumbled and flapped his way out of the door, but stuck his head back in, giving her a lop-sided smile.

"I thought you don't believe in 'happily ever after'?" He grinned and… and… Kayla was speechless – for once she did not have an answer to that. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to shoot back something at him but he was right, annoyingly right, and she just couldn't think of anything. Damn.

"Aha" Stiles exclaimed, pointing a gleeful finger in her direction, "I win – one up to the man – Stilinski" And Kayla rolled her eyes playfully, applying a competitive look to her face.

"Not for long… now go get me a Reese's bar or I really will leave you no option but to make out with the vending machine" She told him, him sending her an astonished look, "And a point goes to the Hale – forever leaving people speechless since the 90's"

Eventually he left after a few more minutes of banter, the end result being Kayla knocking over a chair and Stiles banging his head off the door and Kayla settled herself back down in the seat, staring at Lydia.

The first thing she thought was 'what the hell could Lydia be?' – she had gone through about every possible thing in her mind from every kind of mythology she knew but none of it made sense – Lydia didn't fit with being a dark spirit, or an organ harvester or anything else and it just _didn't add up._

For all the months she had known Lydia, Kayla had always thought she was human – why wouldn't she? Lydia didn't possess any supernatural powers, and Kayla never sensed anything from her… but that didn't mean she wasn't _something._

She frowned, leaning forward, taking Lydia's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, hoping that somewhere, Lydia could feel it and know they were all there for her.

"What are you Lyd?" She murmured in confusion, "What are you?"

And, of course, Lydia didn't answer – well, what was she expecting really? She sighed and reached up, brushing back some of Lydia's wild hair because if the girl could see it now, she would take a fit.

"You're going to be fine, I promise" She vowed, "Nobody else is going to hurt you… not if I have anything to do with it" She added, "And I never break my promises… they may be seriously overdue… but they never get broken" She told her, hoping she could hear her.

Kayla sucked in a deep breath, glad at the chance to be alone with one of her best friends right now, especially as she felt herself beginning to get all emotional, "I-I'm just so sorry… so sorry that this happened to you… I began to trust Peter and I never thought he would do this to you" Kayla let out a humourless chuckle, "I know – before you say it – trusting Peter was a ridiculous thing to do, even worse than wearing converses with shorts, but… I did, and for that I'm sorry" She told her, completely honestly, feeling kind of vulnerable at spilling her heart out like this, something she didn't really do – well, at least not before moving to Beacon hills.

"I'll-I'll make it up to you though" She told Lydia, tilting her head to the side and staring down at her, "I'll let you take me on god knows how many shopping trips and anything else you want to do… even watch the blinking notebook because I know you love that movie" She told her tearfully, keeping a firm grasp on her hand, "… I know that doesn't make up for it… I know it doesn't but… but what I'm trying to say is that I love you Lydia – and before you say it, 'not in that way', I just… I love you as a friend and I'll do anything to keep it that way" She added, nodding her head to what she said, trying to convince herself it would make the guilt go away.

"Well… that's quite enough 'emotion' for one day" Kayla chuckled, wiping at her eyes, sending Lydia one more sad look, "But I want your butt to wake up soon – none of this 'sleeping beauty' shit, okay Lyd? You need to wake up…really soon" She told her, leaning back in her chair, waiting for Stiles to come back, her hand never leaving Lydia's.

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><p>"I'm not saying batman is the <em>best<em> superhero ever" Stiles claimed, making Kayla raise her eyebrows, "But he _is" _He emphasised, shoving yet _another_ Reese in his mouth, but Kayla was not judging him, she had had just as much as him – both of them having raided their pockets for some spare change for the _amazing _vending machine Stiles just loved so much.

"But he's like iron man… relying too much on fancy gadgets to do the dirty work" She protested, sitting in the chairs that lined the hallway outside Lydia's room – having been here all morning and now partway into the afternoon, guarding Lydia's room better than the white house.

Stiles pointed a finger in her direction, "Don't diss iron man" He warned, somewhat playfully, "Though aren't you kind of contradicting yourself cause James Bond relies on 'fancy's gadgets' too, and you like those films" He added, thinking he had got her out but Kayla was ready with a sharp reply.

"Ah, not so fast Stilinski – I said I preferred 'Golden Eye' to 'A license to Kill'… not that I 'loved' the movies – and anyway… we're talking about superhero's, and I'm 110% sure James Bond does not fall into that category"

"You're on the ball today Hale" He said, handing her another Reese's, "But seriously… how can you _not_ love Batman?"

"I don't _mind_ Batman" She corrected, "I just prefer superhero's that… ya know…" She trailed off, struggling to find the right word.

"Superhero's that suck in comparison to Batman?" Stiles chipped in and she slapped his chest playfully.

"No" She deadpanned, "I prefer more, other worldly hero's with much deeper connections to ancient mythology than, well, a guy who just 'trained' and used his inspiration from beating his fear and turning into… a bloody bat"

"… So in other words you prefer superman?" He asked, looking completely unimpressed with her choice and she sighed but nodded.

"Unacceptable" Stiles told her, completely seriously, "My girlfriend cannot love superman more than Batman… she just can't" He mumbled, giving a small head shake.

"Well I'm sorry, but she does" She smirked, nudging his shoulder with hers, "So you're either gonna have to suck it up or find another girlfriend"

"Hmmm… that's a hard choice" He hummed and she laughed, "I'll bet it is" Kayla smirked, glad that things were slowly beginning to get back to normal between them and just about everything else.

"But seriously… I'm going to change your mind" He told her, "I'll show you why you should favour Batman over Superman any day"

"I'm up for that challenge" She told him, bringing her knees up to her chest, "But get prepared to lose Stilinski because I'm stubborn and my mind does _not_ get changed that easily"

"But once you know I'm right you'll have no choice…" He trailed off, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

"Oh not so fast Stilinski…" She said, getting geared up for this superhero battle, "First of all, Batman has wealth… he buys his defence – Superman doesn't, superman embraces his powers and, even though time and time he has gotten knocked down he still gets back up… he acts more humanised than Batman"

"Impossible" Stiles scoffed, "Because Batman _is_ human – not some alien from another planet"

"First of all" She started saying, "The proper term is not 'Alien'… it's 'Kryptonian'" She said, beginning to get all defensive, holding up her finger to stop Stiles interrupting her, "And second, practically his whole race is non-existent and, despite all that, he still wanted nothing more than to be human and help the humans… hell, if you've watched Smallville you'll know" She told him.

"I don't believe Smallville is an accurate representation of the DC comics" Stiles interrupted, holding up his hands as he admitted that.

"Well I don't believe Batman is an 'accurate representation' of the superhero clique, but there we go" She smirked, feeling amused as Stiles gaped at her, staring at her like he couldn't believe she had the nerve to say that.

"Batman still beats Superman" He huffed, crossing his arms, "It even states it in the book 'Dark Knight Returns' – Batman _did _beat superman"

"Not in my eyes" She contradicted, "Batman had to fake his own death to escape – clever? Sure – but who was left standing? Oh, that's right… Superman – who lost all his money and good name? That's right – Batman" She smirked triumphantly, cocking an eyebrow in Stiles direction.

"Well, well… you're…" He stuttered, "You're wrong"

"I'm not wrong" She exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, "Seriously… Superman is _way _cooler than Batman – his storyline is more fleshed out, his characters is way more deep that bloody Batman's, he can even _fly-"_

"Batman flies too" Stiles protested, "And-"

"No… he has _toys_ that help him _glide_ at best – Superman is a complex character, much more interesting than Batman – he's the farm boy Clack Kent, the Kryptonian Kal-el, the reporter Clark Kent all rolled into one _and-"_ Oh boy was she on a roll now, "He has _back-story, _he has _meaning _and out of all the comics, has the most deepest mythology – it's unpredictable and gripping and is definitely iconi-" However, her rant was cut off by Stiles' hand gliding through her hair, bringing her head to the side and smashing his lips to hers, effectively shutting her up.

Which was a shame – she loved ranting and rambling about stuff she was passionate about _but, _if she had to admit it, doing this, the whole 'kissing' thing, was _way_ more interesting.

His lips moved over hers with intensity and longing and Kayla kissed back, eyelids fluttering shut, not even caring that they were in the middle of the hospital, people wandering around them, she just… didn't care.

Stiles pulled back, breathless.

"You just did that to shut me up" She accused, though she smirked as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Oh totally" He replied playfully, "But listening to you ramble _is_ actually pretty hot" He told her, quirking his lips and Kayla smiled, eyes flickering past him and landing on an elderly woman, eyes zeroed in on them as if they were committing the worst felony known to man.

"I'm sorry - all tickets for this show are sold out" She raised her voice slightly, meeting the woman's gaze, "But we'll give you a discount price for the next one if you're _so_ interested"

The woman muttered something under her breath, shaking her head as if in disgrace, and Stiles looked up, but looked back to her just as quickly, his cheeks flaming red.

"O-Oh my god… that's… that's my neighbour" He squeaked, eyes going wide and Kayla looked between Stiles and the elderly woman, realising she would've recognised him, and then further realising she definitely _did_ hear what she said, and erupted into a giggle fit.

"Just your luck Stiles" She laughed, arms winding around his neck, not caring who saw them, "But, if it's any consolation, she _will _have front row seats to the show" She teased, before leaning in and kissing an open mouthed, shocked Stiles.

**A.N) hehe – I'm trying for action, emotion and romance so yeah… ha! Anyway, I would love your feedback you wonderful people, you've all been so great, so please review and I shall see you next chapter! Woo hoo! x **


	40. Chapter 40 - Lobsters and skinny dipping

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><p>It was now late afternoon and Stiles and Kayla were still sprawled out on the hard chairs, a pile of Reese's papers lying around them and Stiles was taking up two chairs, his body awkwardly curled up over them, gripping his stomach.<p>

"I am never… eating… Reese's… again" He groaned and Kayla laughed, rubbing his leg from where she sat, trying to act sympathetic but she just couldn't, it was too damn funny.

"They're your favourite" She contradicted, "Within a few hours you'll be back at that mistress's of yours, demanding it to spit out more" She chuckled, the 'mistress' referring to the vending machine that Stiles just _loved so much._

"I can't" He whined, turning his head closer to his body like a little kid or something, super cute Kayla thought, "We ate them all"

"All of them?" She exclaimed, "Wow… that is a lot of Reese's"

"Too much Reese's" He corrected, "Far, far too many… I think my stomach is rejecting the beautiful taste of smooth peanut butter and milk chocolate" He whined, letting out a pitiful noise.

"I didn't know your stomach could reject anything – you eat like a horse" She laughed, gently teasing him as she rubbed his leg but he let out another painful moan, arms curling around his stomach.

"No seriously… I think I ate too much" He said quietly and Kayla frowned, leaning forward in her seat to get a better look at him.

"Maybe we should go get a burger or something… or fries, maybe pizza… it might help settle your stomach" She suggested, "Because I read somewhere that eating too much peanuts can actually mess up your whole intestine system… like… full on blockage and everything… and peanut butter is essentially _peanuts _so…" She trailed off, meeting Stiles gaze that basically said 'are-you-seriously-telling-me-this-_now_?'

"What?" She asked, "It's true"

"I-I think I'm going to be sick" Stiles mumbled, pulling himself up into a sitting position, running a hand over his short hair.

"Then that would be a complete waste of money" She said without thinking, "What about all those lovely Reese's digesting in your stomach?" she crossed her legs and relaxed back in her chair, expecting Stiles to do the same but he stood up suddenly, face pale.

"No really…I think I'm going to be sick" He muttered before dashing off, making Kayla jump up to run after him as he raced into the men's bathroom and she got there just as the door closed and cringed, leaning her forehead on the door.

"Stiles… I'm sorry" She cringed, "I didn't think you were actually being serious" But the only response she got was the sound of retching – _how lovely_ – and the muffled sound of someone groaning. She let out a sigh and leant back against the wall, waiting for Stiles to come out.

"Kayla… what's going on?" Allison's voice drifted over to her and she looked up in shock at the sound of her civil, and somewhat concerned, voice, Scott trailing behind her, both had very put out looks on their faces.

"Uh… Stiles just ate too much Reese's" She explained, and as if to back up her point, Stiles started being sick again. Kayla saw Allison cringe and Scott just shake his head, as if he was completely used to it (which he probably was) and roll his eyes.

"I, um, better make sure he's alright" Scott stuttered, moving past them just as Stiles groaned loudly, "Yeah… good idea" Kayla told him, patting his arm as he walked past, leaving the two girls alone in the corridor.

Kayla saw Allison bite her lip awkwardly, meeting her gaze and then jutting her head in the direction of the seats.

"Do you, uh… wanna talk?" Allison asked, and Kayla nodded immediately, blowing out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Sounds great" Kayla told her friend, smiling, as they made their way to the seats and Kayla plonked herself down, pulling her legs over each other into a sort of meditating type position, hands clasped on her lap, meeting Allison's amused gaze.

"It's comfortable" Was all she said as a form of explanation, figuratively patting herself on the back when Allison's saddened face cheered up.

"Maybe I'll try it sometime" Allison said lightly, tucking a strand of long brown hair behind her ear shyly, gaze lingering on the floor. She looked… guilty, Kayla realised, and awkward, as if she didn't know how to start the conversation after everything that had happened.

"Hey… you do know I'm sorry right?" Kayla asked, breaking the ice, "About… uh…everything" She chuckled, meeting Allison's soft stare, "But especially about Kate – I didn't know her but you did… she was still your aunt for seventeen years… just because she did bad things it didn't mean she didn't love you" Kayla said as sympathetically as possible, realising that Allison still loved the person she thought Kate was, not the murdering psychotic one.

"She was a liar" Allison deadpanned, "And a murderer" She added and Kayla gulped, wishing Allison didn't bring that up because now she couldn't help but think of nothing else but her family that died by Kate's hands and she felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She hated Kate, with every fibre of her being, and didn't feel sorry that she had died – she only felt sorry for Allison, who lost an aunt, and even Chris, who had lost a sister.

Kayla felt her body tense up with emotions, hating the feeling of grief that spread through her veins, trying to ignore Allison's pitying look – she didn't need pity or sympathy from anyone, she just wanted to move on.

"Yeah well… no-one's perfect" Kayla said, steering the conversation away from what she knew Allison wanted to talk about – she just wasn't ready, not yet.

"Kayla…I know that, uh…" Allison trailed off, suddenly reaching out and taking Kayla's hand, making her look up in shock, "That you lost your dad… there too" She said and Kayla frowned, glancing down at their clasped hands, wondering why, now, Allison wanted to give her grief support.

"My dad died over a year ago… that man was just, I don't know…" Kayla gulped, trying to send Allison a convincing look, "Someone I shouldn't have trusted"

"Maybe we just trust too easily" Allison chuckled, eyes glassy with tears and Kayla agreed whole-heartedly – and it definitely _wouldn't_ be a mistake she would ever make again, not ever. She couldn't even trust her own family right now, not even her own mom.

"Maybe we do" Kayla agreed, giving Allison a reassuring smile, pushing Peter from her mind, trying to forget the pain she felt at his death that she knew she shouldn't, but she did. She had felt him dying, had felt the pain he went through, still heard his cries for him to help her… and she had failed, Derek had still killed him.

Allison must've seen the hurt look on her face because she rapidly changed the subject, thank god.

"My dad caught Scott and I together" Allison said and Kayla's head whipped to the side to stare at her in shock because Allison still had all her limbs intact and Scott was not, yet, cut in half.

"Oh my god" She exclaimed, "But… how are you two here together then?"

"My dad banned me from seeing Scott" Allison confirmed, "But it's not going to work… I love him Kayla, werewolf or not, and that is something my dad can't change" She said in a determined voice, and Kayla fully respected that, "I told him I had to go to the hospital to see Lydia and then met Scott here"

"Wow, well… just be careful yeah?" She asked in concern, "Because I'm sure Scott wouldn't want you to choose between him and your family" Kayla said, meeting Allison's gaze.

"I know" She said sadly, "But… I need him Kayla, I love Scott, I feel like, well… you know…" Allison gave a very small dreamy smile, eyes sliding over to the bathroom door where Scott was currently.

"Um… no" Kayla stated, "I don't, because I've never been in love before – lust? Sure, but love? I doubt it" She said and almost laughed at Allison's wide eyed and jaw slack stare.

"But…. _WHAT?" _She said loudly, before looking around nervously and leaning forward, lowering her voice, "What about Stiles?"

"I like Stiles… but love is a big word Allison, hell, I'm not even sure what it means"

"It means… it means that this one person has changed your life so dramatically, but for the better, it means no matter what you're doing, or where you are, you're thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, it means you would do anything for them… you trust them so intensely with your own life, it means… when he touches you your skin just… comes alive, or when you feel so incredibly happy when you look into his eyes… it just means that, despite what other people say, you never want to let them go" Allison explained, her voice soft and dreamy and so full of love for Scott it was almost cringe worthy – almost.

Had Stiles changed her life? Yes, no doubt about that. She had begun to come out of her emotional shell and be more… open. Was it for the better? It hurt but in the future, sure, it would help her.

Does she think about him? Hell yes – sometimes even looking at the most ridiculous of things reminded her of Stiles, which seemed cliché but she obviously liked him, why wouldn't she think about him?

Would she do anything for him? That was an undeniable yes – she would do anything for Stiles, and that feeling scared her slightly, but it was 100% true.

Did she trust him? Well, he was about the only one she could trust at the moment, so yes.

And, as of lately, she has been feeling… she didn't know, like she just wanted to be close to him, like _really_ close to him and, ever since the dance she just loved how his hands felt on her skin and, oh god, this checklist was getting ticked off rather rapidly.

She loved his eyes, they were just so… unique – so him, and she did feel happy at the sight of them, because _he_ was usually happy and she could see that in his eyes, making her happy.

Did she care what people thought? No, but then again, she never did so… what the hell did that all mean?

Allison was staring at her intensely, a knowing look plastered on her face, a small smirk in place and Kayla felt her cheeks beginning to go red - something that _never _happened because she _never_ got embarrassed and, god, she hated the feeling.

"Stop looking at me like that" She grumbled, bumping shoulders with Allison, but her friend still continued to do it, and Kayla began to feel slightly uncomfortable at all this 'deep feelings' talk.

"No seriously… stop it… I know what's going through your head right now and I can tell you that you are wrong" Kayla told her, keeping her voice lowered because, even though Stiles didn't have super werewolf hearing, Scott did, Scott who was probably listening in right now.

"It's nothing to be scared of" Allison chuckled, "It's made Scott and I stronger"

"I don't… I can't… no Allison…" Kayla stuttered, "No… Love is… no"

"I'm telling you" Allison insisted, "You love Stiles – admit it"

"No" She replied stubbornly, "No because that means it's serious, and I can't do serious right now"

"Kayla c'mon" Allison whined, looking about ready to stomp her feet on the ground like a five year old trying to get her way, "Do it – it's three words, even you can do three words"

"But it's not just three words is it?" She exclaimed, "Its pressure and feelings and a lifetime of having to share the bed with someone, putting up with their breathing like _right_ next to you, it's arguing over who drunk the last of the milk, it's fighting over who had wandering eyes, it's getting stressed over jobs and bills and where to live, it means complete and utter devotion and just because I love Stiles it doesn't mean I'm ready for all that crap" She rambled, sucking in a deep breath but almost choking once she realised what she said.

"What?" Allison asked, a smile tugging at her lip.

"What?" Kayla retorted, praying to god Allison didn't hear that little slip up.

"What did you say?" Allison asked giddily, her voice getting louder.

"Nothing" Kayla was fully prepared to deny it all, all of it, even if Allison had somehow managed to get it all on tape she would still deny it because it was just a slip up, nothing more right?

"You said it" Allison exclaimed, "You finally said it"

"What do you mean 'finally'? I've only known Stiles for a few months"

"But you said it… and you meant it" Allison told her, just as Kayla saw Scott and Stiles emerging from the bathroom, Scott grasping Stiles' arm and Stiles, well, looking pale and shaky but somewhat better than before.

"Allison, shut up" Kayla whispered in panic, not ready to say it yet, not wanting to ruin what she and Stiles had right now over three blinking words, but either Allison didn't hear or she didn't recognise the panic that laced her voice.

"See? That wasn't hard was it? – Now all you have to do is go up to Stiles and say 'I lo-"

"Lobsters" Kayla suddenly exclaimed loudly, breathing panicked because Scott and Stiles were right beside Allison and was definitely within hearing range and, god, her whole body shook with nervousness at the mere thought of Stiles even hearing those words, "Lobsters… everyone loves lobsters… or not, ya know, it's a personal choice… we were just talking about lobsters, thrilling topic of conversation I know, but one time an old friend of mine almost had to get an operation because his private parts was this-close to getting chopped off by their claws – he was in the hospital for a week… puts you off skinny dipping, huh?" Kayla laughed nervously, inwardly cringing throughout her whole rambling, knowing that they would know she was lying because, who the hell talks about lobsters?

But she wasn't lying about her old friend incident – it really did happen… probably put his girlfriend off him for life.

Allison was frowning at her, facial features morphed into confusion before looking to the side and seeing Scott and Stiles standing there, letting out a surprised noise but there wasn't an apologetic or mortified look on her face – no, she looked… amused? By god, Kayla was getting her back for this.

"Wow" Stiles muttered, eyebrows raised in astonishment, looking somewhat confused by her unusual ramblings, sending Scott a 'what-the-hell' look but Scott just shrugged, his gaze fixed intently on hers, looking at her knowingly, and by god Kayla wished a hole would just open up and swallow her whole.

"Yeah, I know" Kaya exclaimed breathlessly, nodding her head enthusiastically, which made her look more like an idiot than she already did.

"And, uh, how did you and Allison get onto the topic of lobsters? Or you know… skinny dipping for that matter? Not that I'm complaining…. About the skinny dipping, not the Lobsters" Stiles chuckled, perking up more after, well, puking his guts out, taking a seat next to her.

Kayla sent Allison a desperate wide eyed stare, begging for her to come up with something because, dammit, her mind was blank.

"Um… I was wanting to…" Allison trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows to think of something.

"Skinny dip with Scott" Kayla practically shouted, jumping in to cover up Allison's pause just as Allison said, "Cook lobster for my parents" And both girls gave the other a very blatant, obvious look.

"Um…" Stiles frowned, "I'm not quite sure how that would work…doing it at the same time…"

"No" Kayla chuckled, getting more flustered by the second, "Allison was wanting to… um…" She couldn't think of anything because she couldn't think around Stiles right now, god, she was like a blabbering mess right now.

"I was wanting to butter up my parents with a nice home cooked meal before sneaking out with Scott" She lied smoothly, smiling widely to cover up her tracks.

"Skinny dipping?" Stiles asked for confirmation before screwing up his face in disgust, shaking his head, "Actually, don't tell me please… I would rather not be scarred for life"

Kayla laughed nervously, and when she laughed nervously she went all out there, like full blown belly laughter, the noise reverberating against the walls and her friends were sending her these looks, these looks which meant they clearly thought she was going completely insane.

"Ha… yeah" She sobered up, shaking her head, "So, are you feeling better now?" She asked completely changing the subject, staring at Stiles intensely, trying not to meet Scott and Allison's eyes.

"Much" He sighed, "But I really do feel like a Reese's now" He added, making her laugh as he took her hand, giving her a smirk and a sideways wink, her heart fluttering a few times, before settling back down in her chest, returning back to its rhythmic pace.

"You ate them all I'm afraid Stiles" She chuckled, just as Allison nudged her elbow in a very, _very_ knowing way, but she ignored her, focusing solely on Stiles.

"You did too babe" He corrected and it took Kayla a few seconds to register what he had said and she felt her heart race about a million beats a second, hammering against her chest so much she was sure everyone in the hospital could hear the damn thing. He had never called her anything like that before and yes, it did make her heart race because, maybe, just maybe, Allison was right – even though she wished she wasn't.

Scott was still standing next to Stiles, eyebrows almost touching his hairline as he stared at her, head tilted to the side, most likely listening to her heartbeat as his eyes flickered between her and Stiles.

Oh god – never in her whole life had she felt so panicked, embarrassed and vulnerable all at once. She was afraid that everyone could just see right through her now – Allison, with her keen eye for people's behaviour, Scott with his werewolf abilities, hell, even the way Stiles was looking at her now so… affectionately, it just made her whole body flush with a nervous type of energy.

Her breathing pace had picked up considerably now, either due to that startling revelation, or maybe because of the way Stiles was slowly playing with her fingers that were intertwined with his, the movement so soothing and comforting, yet it made her lungs expel all of the air in them.

"Allison" She managed to get out, giving her friend a fearful and panicked look, wanting her to just do… anything, because all of this was happening at once and she could've sworn her heart had already burst by now.

"Kayla, you couldn't help me with something could you?" Allison asked, jumping to her feet and dragging Kayla up by her free hand, making Stiles drop her hand and Kayla wished he didn't though because it now felt cold and… empty – oh dear god, this could not be happening.

She just nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment, and Allison literally pulled her away from Scott and Stiles, sending the two boys a reassuring look.

"It's just, uh… girl stuff" Allison made up, "Give us a minute" And just like that she had pulled Kayla away down the corridor, taking a sharp left at the end of it, and pushed her into the girl's bathroom.

"Oh my god… Oh my god…" Kayla could not stop saying over and over again, her mind completely fogged over.

"Kayla, it's okay" Allison reassured, putting her hands on her shoulders to steady her, "It's great"

"No it's not 'great'" She said breathlessly, gulping in breaths of air, "None of this is 'great' – it's a complete disaster, that's what it is"

"…How?" Allison asked in confusion, raising her eyebrows.

"Because" Kayla exclaimed loudly, hands clenching and un-clenching at her sides, "Just…because"

"Wow, very informative" Allison spoke up, giving her an unimpressed look, clearly telling her to think of something _way_ better than that excuse.

"Allison - love is not all what it's geared up to be" She said, holding a hand to her chest, right over her heart, as if to soothe its rapid racing, "Okay – I've seen it… it starts off nice and sweet and lovey-dovey, but before long, it's hard and painful and… and…" She couldn't breathe, about the only thing tethering her to this reality was Allison's hands on her shoulders.

"Yes, It's hard" Allison nodded, "But think about it this way" She started saying, guiding Kayla over to the row of sinks, probably scared that she would collapse but she was too hyped up for that, her mind in overdrive, "Isn't it all worth it? All the hard times, the fighting, the arguing, the times where you wish you could just kill them… because at the end of it you would still have, well, whoever" Allison explained and Kayla got where she was coming from, she really did, but… god, it didn't make it any more easier to accept.

"I can't love Stiles though" She said miserably, "I don't deserve to feel this way Allison… I can't be happy when I know… when I know…" She trailed off, blinking away the tears, "When…"

"When what?" Allison asked softly, meeting her gaze.

"I was there Allison – I don't remember it, but I was there"

"There where?" She asked and Kayla gulped loudly.

"At the fire… six years ago" She said tearfully, watching as a wide range of emotions flashed across Allison's face – shock, sympathy, horror and sadness, "Ten people died and… and I should've been one of them – I shouldn't even be here right now"

"It's survivors guilt" Allison murmured, "You feel guilty even though you have nothing to feel guilty for – it wasn't your fault, it was… it was Kate's" Allison swallowed thickly and Kayla could see tears brimming in her eyes.

"If I could trade places with them I would" She muttered, "I would do anything for George and Charlotte to be here… or rose… or Ted, Talia, Peter, any of them I would"

"I know" Allison said quietly, "But you can't, I'm sorry"

Kayla sniffed, so angry at herself for bringing it up when she was determined she wasn't _ever_ going to do that, not until she was ready, but she had – idiot – only making her and Allison even more upset than before.

"So… what am I supposed to do now?" Kayla asked meekly, just wanting nothing more than a bit of guidance from her friend.

"Move on" Allison replied simply, shrugging her shoulders, "I don't know what else – but you have all of us here, me, Lydia, Scott, even Jackson" And Kayla let out a snort, "Okay… not Jackson but maybe one day he'll surprise you" Allison said light-heartedly, giving her a lopsided grin.

"Yeah… when the sun turns green and dogs fall from the sky" Kayla muttered, making Allison laugh.

"And… and you have Stiles too" And Kayla bit her lip, hands clenched tightly at her side, "Because, from what I've seen, he's in it for the long haul and something tells me he won't let go that easily" Allison said mysteriously, quirking an eyebrow.

"But Allison… I can't… I just can't… love" she replied helplessly, not knowing what else to say.

"You already have" Allison whispered, smiling at her, "So, go ahead, deny it, don't believe it, ignore it, but whatever you do it doesn't change the fact that you _do_"

Kayla wanted to deny it, to not believe it, to ignore it, hell, she was a pro at ignoring feelings, but she tried to embrace it and, as childish and selfish as this sounded, she was scared. Scared because love led to so many things that Kayla wasn't ready for yet.

But, Stiles was outside, Stiles with all his quirky and unusual ways, Stiles that she always wanted to spend time with, Stiles who she _really, really _liked – maybe too much.

"I'm not denying it" She muttered, watching as Allison's face brightened up, "But I'm not admitting it again either – not yet, okay?" She asked as disappointment flashed across her friends' face but she nodded reluctantly, obviously accepting that answer.

Just then one of the bathroom stalls opened and out walked a pale looking girl with long blonde hair, her whole body posture screaming 'nervous', as she tugged on her sleeve's repeatedly, avoiding eye contact as she made her way over to a free sink just a little ways away from them.

Kayla's eyes popped open dramatically, cursing herself for not checking that the bathroom was empty before spilling her heart out, but in her defence she was having a mini crisis at the time.

"Uh…" Allison mumbled, sending Kayla a guilty look, "Um, Erica is it?" She asked tentatively and Kayla watched as the girl nodded jittery, her hand movements fierce and harsh as she lathered soap onto her palms, eyes stonily pointing downwards.

"We're sorry… we didn't know anyone was in here" Allison apologised, "Just… teenage drama"

The girl, Erica, looked to be getting more furious as the seconds of silence ticked by, her eyes hardening and her whole body tensing up and Kayla got this… hateful vibe coming off her? Great.

"Yeah, we didn't mean to… "Kayla trailed off shrugging, but raised her eyebrows in astonishment as this Erica girl suddenly slammed off the tap, not even bothering to dry her hands, before she was out the door, sending Kayla a withering glance as she went by.

"Well… that was awkward" Kayla summarised, frowning at the girl because how could this Erica girl hate her? She didn't even know her, hell, they hadn't even met before today.

"You're telling me" Allison frowned, "Erica's not normally that… harsh" She shrugged, "She's usually quite shy and quiet"

"I'm a Hale – it's mandatory for everyone to hate a Hale at first" Kayla said light-heartedly, fed up with the past two days that had been full of heart-tearing emotions. Once Lydia was better (and safe) Kayla was fully prepared to take advantage of it and try and have a little fun, just to forget about all the stress and pain.

Allison laughed, "Whatever you say" and Kayla smirked, but couldn't help but feel irked slightly… Erica… something told her this hate she felt for her was far from over.

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><p><strong>A.N)OOOOOOH, Erica's jealous… ahhh, I'm going to have so much fun for this Erica storyline, because she diddoes have a crush on Stiles in season two so… yeah…more drama for Stiles and Kayla! Also... SSON WE'RE GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT KAYLA IS! YAY! Ha! Anyway, I would super appreciate any feedback because you're all fab and it's serious motivators so please, please review, and I shall see you next chapter! **


	41. Chapter 41 - The enchanted one

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me (unfortunately) ha – anyway a massive shout out to CourtneyxWolf725, Guest, CupCakes24, MacRieve Girl, Jayjay329, lobsters rule (guest), msspicyjalapeno, cat-afterlife, Ayine, BriancyyD, Shadow-wolf78, phhsdj and HeatherEnvy for reviewing – hope y'all enjoy this chapter! **

"I can't go back out there" Kayla whispered loudly in desperation, tugging her friend back from the bathroom door, more nervous than she had ever felt in her life.

"Why not?" Allison asked in confusion, frowning, and Kayla just sent her a 'duh' look.

"Because there's people out there – specific people being Stiles and Scott and possibly that Erica girl who may or may not have just ratted me out and if she hasn't, then have you forgotten about Scott? Scott with his stupid werewolf hearing who probably just heard every word we said… yeah, who also, coincidentally enough, happens to be Stiles' best friend – best friend, not just friend, but _best friend_" Kayla rambled nervously, keeping her voice lowered from anymore prying ears.

Allison raised an eyebrow at her, "Yeah… and?"

"And" Kayla exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, "What if he said something?"

Allison laughed, "He wouldn't have, don't worry, now we can't hide in here all day, then they will definitely get suspicious" She said before smirking, "Now… c'mon Kayla, you're not a person to hide away are you?"

Kayla narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms stubbornly, knowing Allison was just trying to entice her, "No… I'm not" She agreed truthfully, watching as the satisfaction of being right spread across Allison's face, "But I'll admit – I'm a coward when it comes to feelings – give me a werewolf to fight, I'll do it, making me face feelings I've never felt before… that's my worst fear" She explained, glancing nervously at the door.

"Kayla, I promise I won't tell Stiles, and I promise Scott won't either" Allison vowed, sending her a comforting smile.

"And that Erica girl?"

"Probably won't even remember this by tomorrow" Allison told her, grasping her hand again and pulling her to the door, "Now you are coming with me – no but's" Allison interrupted, pointing a finger in Kayla's face, "And that's final"

"Yes mom" Kayla said sulkily, allowing Allison to pull her from the bathroom and down the hall, getting closer and closer to the waiting area where Scott and Stiles were situated. Scott looked up first, his eyes landing on Allison and then slid over to hers as a small smirk appeared on his face as he stared at her and, oh god, he definitely did hear.

"Oh good, you're back" Stiles exclaimed and Kayla broke eye contact with Scott to stare at Stiles as he leapt out of his chair clumsily, relief spreading over his features, "I thought you'd made a break for it out the bathroom window like those brides do before their weddings… I mean, not that we're getting married, obviously… I mean not obviously, we could get married, but we're not… but you know maybe one day…" Stiles was rambling now, his words spilling over each other as he tried to speak coherently, his whole body jittery and nervous, his wide eyed stare focused solely on her, "Oh god" he muttered, running a hand over his buzz cut, his face morphed into mortification.

Kayla knew he didn't mean it literally or seriously, but just him mentioning such a serious word as 'marriage' made her heart stop for a second before she shook her head, dispelling those thoughts from her mind.

"Stiles" She laughed nervously, "its fine… we were just… um" She trailed off frowning, trying to think of something that would warrant Allison practically smuggling her into the bathrooms, "Uh… discussing biology" She made up, smiling nervously – god, when did she become such a bad liar? She used to be a pro at it, even managing to talk her way into a high security prison, and now she couldn't even make up a simple lie – _wow_.

"Biology? Why did you need to discuss biology in a bathroom…?"Stiles asked, frowning, and Kayla cringed, glancing sideways at Allison who was doing everything in her power to stifle her laughter, covering her mouth with her hand and a sort of sudden realisation dawned on Stiles' face as his eyes popped open, mouth slack as he stared at her, shocked.

"G-Girls talk a-about that kind of stuff?" Stiles whispered, his facial expression still caught between shock and confusion and Kayla momentarily closed her eyes, wondering why the hell she allowed them to get caught in this situation, "I mean, it's not a bad thing or… anything… guys do the same… sometimes… depending…" Kayla knew he was about to ramble again, she could just tell by the pace of his speaking and his nervous attitude, and she herself was nervous enough for the both of them due to her, uh, personal revelation, so she did the only thing that came to her mind.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and crashed her lips to his urgently, cutting off whatever he was going to say. He seemed somewhat shocked for a second, body rigid, but he soon relaxed as she moved her lips over his, responding slowly as his hands landed on her hips, his grip tightening as her arms slithered around his neck, deepening the kiss, pressing her body closer to his.

"I'm sure the hospital will have a spare room if you desperately need one" Scott spoke up, sounding incredibly innocent - damn him – just as Stiles' hands started to move downward but stopped, one arm getting thrown out behind him as if to say 'yeah-yeah Scott, whatever' and continued kissing her.

Kayla pecked his lips one more time before pulling back, not even saying anything as she wrapped her arms around his chest, like a sort of bear hug, turning her head to the side and snuggling into his shoulder, breathing deeply and calmly because, strangely enough, Stiles has this effect on her where he could either make her heart want to jump out of her chest or make her more relaxed than a full body massage.

His arms tightened around her too, and then Kayla's gaze fell on Scott and Allison who were standing near-by, approving looks plastered on their faces and she just gave a small, lopsided smile before burying her face into the crook of his neck.

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><p>"Uh… fantastic… my mom's here" Kayla groaned later that evening, giving a roll of her eyes as she saw her mom and aunt Jane slowly making their way down the corridor and Stiles looked up, frowning, his grip tightening around her hand.<p>

The rest of that day was spent just Kayla, Stiles, Scott and Allison, discussing stupid things, but also more serious topics of conversation like how Brian's parents called themselves the 'protectors of the town' and their, fortunately, failed attempt to kill Lydia.

Allison promised to ask her parents about it, once she got back in their good books, and Scott left telling, or rather, ordering them both to not leave Lydia's side (which they weren't going to do anyway) and went to see if he could 'sniff' them out, maybe follow them around for a bit and see what they were planning.

Sheriff Stilinski had also dropped by, checking on Lydia and left some fresh clothes for Stiles, who was now dressed in some casual beige slacks and a hoodie and had questioned them both about Brian like "Did you see anything?" and "Did you know him?" there was also "Did you know anyone who may have wanted to hurt him?" and the sheriff saying "Stiles, don't try and turn the questions around on me, I'm the sheriff here".

"Don't get mad" Stiles immediately said, as if he thought she was about ready to start throwing punches, thinking her short temper was about to get the best of her, which in reality, it probably was, but she sucked in a deep breath, trying to forget that her mom and her aunt were just liars.

"I won't" She told him, meeting his raised eyebrow, disbelieving stare, "I won't" she tried again, trying to sound more convincing, "Because if I want answers then I have to keep my cool… don't worry"

"Kayla" Her mom greeted, relief spread over her features, "How's Lydia? Is everything okay with her now?" She added, taking a seat next to Kayla, her short blonde hair now cropped at the shoulders, where as he aunt stood in front of her, worry glistening in her eyes.

"Lydia's going to be fine" She said in a hard voice and she felt Stiles' grip tighten even more, his thumb gently soothing her upper hand and she shook her head, getting rid of the anger, "I mean… she's recovering" And she tried for a small smile, afraid it may have come out as a grimace as her mom frowned at her, a hurt look flashing across her face.

"That's really great… I'm glad" Her mom sighed, reaching out to tuck some of Kayla's hair behind her ear and her body went rigid at the touch that used to be soothing and motherly, "I brought you some fresh clothes… figured you'd want to get cleaned up if you're staying here" She added, reaching down and picking up a tote bag and handing it to Kayla.

"Thanks" She managed to get out, gently ungrasping her hand from Stiles' and stood up, trying not to look angry or betrayed but, when Kayla got mad, there wasn't much that could stop her.

"I'll get changed then" She muttered, hard eyes flickering between her mom and aunt as Stiles looked about ready to stand up and dash over to her, but Kayla wasn't going to do anything, not yet, "And then maybe after we could talk about what the hell you guys are"

The silence was deafening – pure and simple. Stiles grimaced nervously, looking between the three of them and Kayla could just imagine him thinking, "Kayla, would you stop with the bluntness", giving a small shake of the head, where as her mom and aunt just gaped at her in shock.

"What are you talking about Kayla?" Her aunt asked, tilting her head to the side, "I understand that you've been through a lot, maybe you should just-" But Kayla was livid – they were trying to lie to her _again, _and she was not having it, no way.

"Maybe you should just shut up" She snapped, glaring at her aunt, feeling her eyes begin to glow that bright, emerald green colour, too mad to even acknowledge that she just talked to her aunt like that, her aunt that was like a second mother to her, her aunt who has helped her in ways no one else could. As soon as those words left her mouth, Jane cut herself off, her mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to speak, but couldn't.

"K-Kayla… what…" Her mom stuttered, standing up slowly, eyes as wide as saucers, "Your eyes"

"Yes, my eyes are glowing green… no need to look so freaked out, you two aren't even full human so you don't have a right to judge me" She snarled, hands beginning to shake at her sides but her mom just continued to stare at her, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Kayla… why didn't you tell me?" She muttered, trying to reach out for her but Kayla took a step back, hurt, "Why didn't I tell you? _Really mom_? You've been lying to me my whole life and you're hurt that I didn't tell you something that I've only known for a week?" She snapped, just as Stiles stood up, striding forward and grabbing her waist, pulling her backwards a few steps, far enough away from her mom and aunt she couldn't suddenly pounce on them, keeping a tight grip on her.

"Kaylz, babe, listen to me okay?" Stiles whispered in her ear, hot breath brushing against her cheek, "You _need _to calm down, getting mad will not help anybody, okay?" He said in a soothing voice and Kayla sucked in a deep breath, trying to concentrate on anything but the pure anger she felt towards her family, focusing on the way Stiles' fingers gently stroked her waist in a comforting way.

She continued to take deep breaths until she felt her heart rate slow down a bit, knowing it was the best that was going to happen out of this situation.

She nodded her head, letting Stiles know she had heard him and listened to what he had said, as her mom slowly walked over to Jane who still looked greatly shocked, mouth hanging open.

"Kayla" Her mom said softly, turning her sad eyes to her, "If you want to know… then I'll tell you" She practically whispered, her face portraying guilt and shame, "But… but you need to lift the curse you put on Jane" And that statement right there, shocked and frightened Kayla to the very core because 1) Even if she knew what the hell 'curse' meant she wouldn't have done it and 2) Jane would be one of the last people she would've cursed if she had the choice.

"What?" She gasped, shaking her head quickly, "I-I didn't curse her"

Her mom gazed at her sadly, "Not knowingly Kayla…" She trailed off, glancing down at the floor and swallowing nervously, "Just… just concentrate and… and focus on giving Jane her voice back" She said in a soft voice and Kayla's eyes went wide, eyes flickering between her mom and Jane in shock. She remembered how mad, how absolutely livid and betrayed she felt when she told Jane to be quiet, the emotions running through her body and how Jane just gaped at her, looking like she was trying to speak, but couldn't.

Remorse and guilt flared up in her chest, just at the thought she might've hurt Jane, or at least scared her, and that must've been the trigger because Jane gasped loudly, letting out a series of coughs into her hand as her mom rubbed her back soothingly.

"Remind me to never get her mad again" Jane tried to say light-heartedly but her voice was hoarse and as she stared at her mom, Kayla frowned, feeling her limbs shaking with shock because, what the hell was going on? What did she just do? Stiles just pulled her closer against his chest, probably feeling her legs about to give way, and that gave her the strength and courage to _finally _get the answers she was looking for.

"Mom… what's going on?" She whispered, "W-Whats happening?"

"It's a long story Kayla…" her mom trailed off, giving her a guilty look, "And I really don't think you're ready" She was contradicting herself from what she had said not one minute ago and Kayla frowned harder, clenching her fists.

"Jody" Jane said quietly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear and Kayla decided, now, would be the perfect time to practice the new and improved heightened senses she had gained since Peter bit her, so she strained her ears, concentrating.

"Jody… she's gonna find out eventually, I mean, it's already happening… the glowing eyes, the sudden ability of having charm laced in her voice – isn't it better she's prepared in case she accidentally hurts someone?" Jane whispered and Kayla furrowed her brow, biting her bottom lip.

"I thought the glowing eyes was because of the werewolf gene" She spoke up, unable to hold her tongue because, sometimes, her mom could be just as stubborn as her and if she didn't want Kayla to know something, then she sure as hell wouldn't tell her

Both females glanced up at the same time, an inquisitive stare plastered on their faces.

"How did you hear that?" Jane asked, looking her up and down as if the answer was embroided on her long sleeved V-neck or something.

"Heightened senses" She said shortly, "Mom, please… I need to know"

Her mom frowned at her, looking between her and Jane, indecision plastered all over her face until finally, after what felt like a million years, she gave a renowned sigh, pointing over to the row of seats.

"You should probably be sitting down for this..." Her mom muttered and Kayla gulped nervously, a tad scared at what the hell she and her family was because her mom had this serious look in her eyes that made Kayla know, that whatever the answer was, it definitely wasn't good.

"O-Okay" Kayla replied quietly, her hand finding Stiles' as she pulled him over to sit down because, finally accepting it fully, he was her anchor – or close enough, a person that could keep her grounded and whole at the same time.

Her mom and Aunt took a seat next to each other beside Kayla, both looking nervous and unusually pale as they kept sending each other worried stares, silent communications passing between them.

"Werewolves" Her mom started to say, "Aren't the only 'supernatural' creatures that exist… there's so much more out there that you and I couldn't even imagine" She took a deep breath, meeting Kayla's gaze, "When you were born I-I wasn't sure how… compatible your genes would be – when Dy… when Dylan was born I knew he would be fine, he was a male, completely unaffected by our genes but when you were… I-we, didn't know how your body would cope with being pulled in two completely different directions"

Kayla was hooked onto every word her mom was saying, unable to tear her eyes off her because, finally, after sixteen years she was finally getting answers, and it was definitely an opportunity she _wasn't_ going to miss.

"But you did – it was hard and painful but you were still _human, _and you didn't show any signs of changing so… we just left it, hoping you would never have to know" Her mom admitted, clasping her hands on her lap and keeping her voice lowered, away from any prying ears.

"Change" Kayla murmured, "That's what Peter said was going to happen after-after he bit me" She added, her eyes glazing over as the pieces of the puzzle were finally putting themselves together, everything beginning to link together.

"He did what?" Her mom demanded, grabbing Kayla's free arm, eyes wide with horror, "Why-Why did he do that? Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded, voice full of panic, her grip like steel.

"Because he wanted me in his pack" Kayla told her harshly, ripping her arm from her mom's, rather painful, grasp, "He said it would… do something, something he wanted to happen"

Her mom and Aunt looked shell-shocked and worried, as if death was coming, and Kayla couldn't help but think _thanks guy, what a wonderful vote of confidence._

"He shouldn't have done that" Jane told Kayla, her voice much softer than her mom's anxious one, "He knows how dangerous it is…"

"Well he did, and there's nothing we can do about it now" Kayla spoke up, just desperate to get on with the story, determined to not get side-tracked from finding answers.

"Kayla" Her mom said sadly, tears beginning to pool out of her eyes, "The two genes were dormant in your body, that's how you were able to live, to breathe, to be human… now that Peter awakened the werewolf gene, the encantado gene will be too"

"… The what?" Kayla asked after a pause of silence, eyes flickering between her mom and Jane.

"Encantado meaning 'the enchanted one'" Jane explained because her mom looked tongue-tied, indecision gleaming in her eyes, "It's an old South American legend about a dolphin like creature, the boto, who could shape shift into a handsome man who used his charm to seduce women" She further explained, leaning around in her seat, determination set in stone on her face, "The eyes were the key feature though – he used them to curse or inflict pain on others, to make people forget memories and to seduce and corrupt women… and they glowed green whenever he did this" And that, right there, made Kayla freeze – she stopped breathing for a second, hand tightening around Stiles' to the point where she was sure she cut off the circulation in his hand, but he didn't say anything, in fact, she was sure he just tightened his own grip back.

"My-My eyes… they… they-"

"They glow green" Jane confirmed, nodding her head sadly, "It's the encantado gene coming through… and that's how you were able to take away my voice because, as you politely told me to shut up, your emotions were haywire and your eyes were glowing" She explained and Kayla frowned, trying to process the whole horde of information.

"I didn't mean to" Kayla apologised, meeting her aunt's gaze, "I'm-I'm sorry… I-"

"Kayla, It's fine" Jane comforted, a kind look plastered on her face, "You didn't know… but that's what's happening to you"

Kayla shook her head slowly, trying to get to grips with it all, to try and understand what was going on, that her family were not only bloody werewolves, but 'encantados' as well, hell, she still wasn't even sure what they were.

"I don't want to turn into a dolphin though" Kayla muttered in a daze, not even thinking as the words slipped from her mouth, and both her mom and Jane chuckled lightly.

"You won't Kayla, it's not that kind of gene" Her mom told her truthfully, tucking some blonde hair behind her ear, and Kayla looked up, trying to comprehend everything.

"But… but the enchanted gene thingy-"

"Encantado gene" Jane corrected, nodding her head as if she was expecting Kayla to ask questions.

"If-If the 'Encantados' are male, that they seduce woman and whatever else… why does the gene only affect the women in our family then? Why not the males?" She asked, realising it was a perfectly valid question because, it made sense that it would be the males affected and not the females, right?

"Now that's a completely different story" Her mom sighed, and Kayla met her gaze evenly, feeling her own stare getting more stubborn, "I've got time" She replied and her mom nodded, obviously realising Kayla wasn't going to give up.

"It's a famous story, particularly along the Amazon River, in fact… it's widely believed and quite right, because it's partially true" Her mom started saying, crossing her legs, "It's about our ancestor – Maria – she was a very beautiful women, in fact, many men had asked for her hand in marriage but she only agreed to marry one man - Angel was his name. A kind and caring man who promised to look after her, and to support her no matter what – he was reliable and trustworthy and Maria loved him. One night they went out dancing beside the river with the rest of their village, celebrating the fact that in two weeks they would be wed" Her mom explained, slipping into 'story-telling' mode, reminding Kayla of when she was just a young girl herself.

"But as Maria separated from her husband-to-be a man dressed all in white emerged beside her and began talking to her… charming her with his vibrant green eyes and soft, lulling voice. Angel saw and he felt jealous, about to walk forward to make the stranger leave his wife-to-be alone but, as he went to interrupt the two, he met the man's glowing green eyes and forgot what he was supposed to do, forgot that he had ever saw the man in fact" Her mom further explained, hands flicking about from side to side as she told the story, seeming a lot more relaxed than she had been five minutes ago.

"The stranger lured her to the river-side away from the rest of her family and friends and charmed her into visiting his underwater palace and, of course, Maria agreed – though she was stubborn, so stubborn that it took the Encantado many attempts to get her there despite his charms and promises – but in the end he got her there and showed her around and Maria was quite taken with the place, and with the mysterious stranger but her love for Angel over-powered the mind control the encantado placed on her – she resisted the encantados attempts to seduce her and he got quite fed up with her, casting her back to her village" Her mom told them all, eyes flicking between her, Stiles and Jane as she told the story.

"Now this is where the legend starts to get un-true in places – the legend says that the encantado placed a leech in the form of a bracelet on Maria's wrist, slowly sucking the life from her day by day as it got closer to her wedding, hoping to get her weak enough that it could fully over-power her and take her to be his 'bride'" Her mom scoffed, "When in actual fact he just wanted Maria to be his slave and, how do I put it, whore?" She asked, "Yes, whore" She nodded her head, obviously satisfied with that and Kayla raised her eyebrows in shock, glancing sideways at an equally shocked Stiles, who was beginning to blush a deep red at that statement.

"The legend continues to state that as the days went on Maria became more vulnerable to the encantados charm and he lured her back to his palace, properly this time, only Angel saw and consulted a witch-doctor in the area who gave him a number of herbs to rid the encantado from their lives and break the curse. In the legend Angel waits near-by, and as the encantado and Maria emerge from the water, he throws the herbs over the creature, destroying him and the curse and him and Maria live happily ever after" And Kayla scoffed, unable to stop herself.

"There's no such thing as 'happily ever after'" She claimed stubbornly and her mom nodded her head, agreeing with her, "In this case you're completely right – there was no happily ever after for Angel and Maria – what actually happened was the leech that the encantado placed on Maria's wrist was actually just a curse, a curse that if she ever tries to return to Angel then she would automatically become his and Angel would suffer a terrible fate. Maria, although smart, strong and stubborn, was quite naïve, paid no heed to the encantados warnings and went back to Angel only for him to fall ill, dreadfully ill, and as Maria broke down in sobs she found herself back in the underwater palace – a palace she once saw as beautiful and enchanting, she now saw as a prison. There was no escape and the women there were treated awfully – as was Maria. She fell pregnant with an illegitimate child of his and, as her birth date drew nearer, she used whatever tricks she had learnt from the encantado and managed to distract one of his brothers long enough to escape the palace, something that was viewed as impossible" Her mom told them all, keeping her voice lowered and careful.

"Now this was unheard of – no one had escaped the encantados palace, or a better term would be prison, Maria was the first and probably one of the last. She crawled up onto the bank of the Amazon River and gave birth by herself to a beautiful little girl but Maria went through torment and horrors in the underwater prison, and she didn't love this baby – she saw the baby as a curse, a… a monster so, up until her last breath, she tried to drown the baby in the river but failed, dying of blood loss before she could – the baby was found the next day by the witch doctor and she, although old and frail, took the baby in and brought her up – teaching her how to not be like her father, but to be a better person, to help people. And… and that's why the gene is only carried through the female side – because Maria gave birth to a baby girl, a girl that was half human, half encantado, and from her bloodline on, the gene was only present in females – it was incompatible in the male body" Her mom finished her long speech, looking somewhat relieved to get that all off her chest and Jane was looking at her sister proudly, as if she was happy that she finally told the truth – which was a strange look to see on Jane's face because she was the younger sister, it was supposed to be her mom looking at Jane that way.

Kayla was speechless for a minute or two, sorting through all that information in her head, trying to understand it all because, damn… the only thing she could think of was 'what the hell?'

"Your family is _messed up_" Stiles exclaimed and all of them, Kayla, her mom and Aunt Jane, all whipped their heads around to stare at him, an identical cocked eyebrow look plastered on their faces.

"Uh… sorry" He muttered, holding up a hand and leaning back around Kayla, as if she was just some sort of shield, "I'll just…. Be here… not talking… yup…" He mumbled and Kayla gave a small smile at him, before shaking her head and focusing back on the story.

"But…. What? Are there still encantados? What were their powers? Are you guys able to do these things? What's happening now?" She was rattling off questions, desperate for more answers, trying to piece everything together.

"Slow down Kay" Jane chuckled, giving her a light-hearted look, "And… to answer your questions, plural, we're not sure if there is still encantados… many were getting hunted down according to legends of the fifteenth century, mainly due to their powers – they could cause untold storms, damage villages, curse passers-by, there was even reports of encantados managing to turn people insane by just one look into their glowing green eyes and… yes, your mom and I do have a certain, uh, charm to us, but the gene is practically dormant in us – that's what happens, it usually only shows up in someone full force every couple of hundred years… the last time someone in our family had unlimited encantado power was your great, great, great, great, great grandma back in 1817…now though, I guess it's your turn" Jane admitted, giving Kayla a sympathetic glance.

"I think that's why P-Peter bit you" Her mom said, stuttering over Peter's name, "Because, you could be a force to be reckoned with if you-"

"Embraced my powers" Kayla finished, "Yeah… that's what Peter said" She said sadly, glancing down, feeling tears prickling her eyes and silence fell between the three of them, "But uh… what happened to my great, great, great whatever grandma – like… please tell me she lived till a ripe old age and stayed completely sane" Kayla practically pleaded, keeping a close eye on her mom's and aunt's 'tells' to make sure they were telling the truth.

"Um…" Her mom replied, sharing a nervous glance with Jane and Kayla knew she wouldn't like what she was about to hear, "She… died"

"Well obviously… I wouldn't expect her to be alive, how many years later? One hundred and ninety-whatever" She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood but Jane and her mom still looked reluctant to say anything.

"You do know I could just check online right? It would take a few minutes but I would really rather you guys told me" Kayla explained, raising her eyebrows and Jane sighed, casting her a sideways glance.

"She, uh, died… not long after the birth of her first born girl… according to our parents she, um… she caused a tornado over her town after a fight with a rather vicious neighbour, killing nineteen people and, uh, the guilt was too much so she threw herself off a bridge" And Kayla just stared at Jane, exhaling loudly.

"Well that's just… great" She smiled un-naturally wide, trying to cover up her distress, "Really, that's _fantastic – _as long as nobody pisses me off then we should be okay here"

"Kayla" Jane spoke up, "Everyone pisses you off – you have a shorter fuse than anyone I've ever met before" And Kayla had to agree with that – what? She _was _a Hale.

"Yeah, but you know what, it's fine… it's going to be fine because, ya know, it probably just skipped me – I mean, I'm not bloody Zeus, I can't control the weather and I'm not like Aphrodite, I'm not that great at seducing people and-" But Stiles let out a snort at that and she elbowed him in the ribcage before carrying on, "And I'm far from being Hecate – I can't curse people… at least willingly" She sent an apologetic look to Aunt Jane, who just shrugged, "So… it's fine, everything's fine" She nodded her head, trying to act positive.

"I hope so sweetie" Her mom gave a small smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder just as her phone beeped loudly before blasting out Justin Bieber full volume.

"_Mom_" Kayla whined, embarrassed that her forty one year old mom listened to Justin Bieber, but she just smiled before flipping open her phone, "Jody Hale", Kayla watched as her mom frowned before shooting to her feet, "How did that happen? You are aware that that's going to cost our firm millions in repairs right?" She argued, "No, I don't care whose fault it is… listen to me – don't touch anything, not even a brick, until I get there okay?" She snapped harshly, eyes narrowed, "Did you listen to me? Don't touch anything" She added fiercely before snapping the phone shut, aggravation written all over her face.

"Damn them… those _idiots _didn't wire the museum building properly and now there's nothing left… do I have to do _everything_ myself?" She rambled, throwing her jacket over her arm and clenching her fists at her sides. Her mom was a building designer/architect/builder – hell, even after sixteen years Kayla still didn't know her job description.

"I'm sorry honey, I have to go" She apologised, leaning down to pull her into an unexpected hug, "I wouldn't if it wasn't an emergency but…"

"Don't worry mom, its fine I promise" Kayla smiled as she pulled back, sending her mom a reassuring look.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" She kissed the side of her head, waving a quick goodbye to Jane and Stiles before scurrying down the hall in her high heels, barging past anyone and everyone that got in her way.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner" Jane apologised, "But your mom can be stubborn… she was determined you wouldn't find out until she was ready to tell you"

"it's… okay – I know now and that's the main thing" Kayla tried to smile reassuringly and her Aunt Jane leaned over and kissed the side of her head, much like her mom did, and whispered in her ear, "I'll leave you two lovebirds to talk things over" Jane winked, pulling back and Kayla whispered back a grateful "thanks" as she stood up, disappearing down the corridor.

"Uh…." Kayla spoke up, rather intelligently, biting her lip as she relaxed back in her seat, resting her hands on her lap, glancing sideways at Stiles.

"I'll pop back home and get my laptop – I'm sure we could somehow hack into the hospital's Wi-Fi, shouldn't be too hard, or you could just use your 'charm' to get the password" Stiles smirked, "We could do some research too, figure out how to deal with it all" He told her and Kayla gaped at him like he had a second head.

"You're taking this all rather calmly for a guy who just got told his girlfriend is, not only part werewolf, but also supposed to be some kind of seductresses of the night, probably expected to seduce strange men every other night" Kayla said, cocking an eyebrow as Stiles shrugged, looking unfazed.

"I've always known you were different, and it never bothered me before so why would it bother me now?" He retaliated, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Um… I don't know" She shrugged, "You just… seem so… fine with it all"

"Maybe because I am" He smirked, taking her hand, "It explains why I find your glowing eyes _sooooo_ incredibly sexy and, if it helps, you can just tune all your 'seductive' urges to me… just if you want to though" He shrugged, making her burst into laughter, "Because, I'm telling you, dealing with a half werewolf on heat doesn't necessarily seem like a bad thing to me" He teased light-heartedly and she leaned forward and kissed him happily because, for whatever reason, Stiles was just so accepting and kind it made her heart leap.

"Thank you" She grinned, kissing him quickly, "You're the best… like, the bestest of the best" She told him truthfully as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her across his lap and kissed her back, "Like-"She pecked his lips again, "You deserve a gold medal" And before he could answer she had wrapped her arms around his neck and got back to kissing him because, damn, he really _was_ talented in that area, that's for sure.

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><p>Erica Reyes was a shy and quiet person but on the inside, boy, on the inside she loathed everyone, and by everyone she meant <em>everyone. <em>Everyone who had laughed at her, everyone who had made fun of her, everyone who had ignored her - she hated them all. She tried to be invisible but, more often than not, it didn't work - she still got made the laughing stock of the school and she was fed up with it, she didn't want to deal with it anymore.

She was at the hospital, picking up her medication when she went to the bathrooms, only to overhear a conversation between two people at her school - so she did what any nervous and socially challenged person would do - she stayed hidden, nervously pulling at her jumper sleeves but it got too much when they started talking about Stiles. Stiles who she had a crush on since _forever _but he never noticed her, well, nobody noticed her.

She knew he had a girlfriend now and that tore at her heart but it also made her... furious - Stiles was just as much of an outcast as she was yet someone still got their claws in him - she just didn't like it. She felt jealous and full on angered. And when _she _started talking about love and how she felt she 'couldn't' love Stiles, god, Erica never felt like a violent person, but she did now.

So she stormed from the bathrooms, letting the two girls know that she was there, her jealously only further increasing when she noticed how naturally beautiful the two girls were and, whatever she was going to say, disappeared from her mind because, who was she to chew them out? She was no-one and they, they were clearly someone.

She tried to remain calm and unemotional, and managed for a bit until _she _started talking, staring at her apologetically and nervously and Erica couldn't take it anymore - Stiles was the one guy she had a crush on for longer than a week because he was a genuinely nice and goofy person and just looking at _her, _knowing _her _and Stiles were together and 'love' was in the question... she felt murderous with jealously.

So she stormed from the bathroom, letting a tear fall when she well away from them because she was not going to give _her _the satisfaction. No way in hell. And now? Well, now she was still at the hospital, having to return later that evening because the damn doctors had messed up her prescription, expecting _them_ to have left by now but when she rounded a corner she saw Stiles and _her _-Erica didn't even want to know _her _name - knowing it was probably something endearing and beautiful, close together on the chairs, Stiles' arms were wrapped around _her _lovingly, one arm holding her legs that were placed over his lap and _she, her, it, _was leaning on his shoulder as they laughed at something, her Stiles, well - not really her Stiles, but in her mind Erica always pictured them together, was lacing his fingers together with _her's, _and that was all Erica could take. She didn't even bother walking past them she just went the other way, taking deep breaths, pushing away the rage and jealously and hurt she was feeling but it still stung her chest and Erica couldn't help but want _her _out of the picture.

**A.N) Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I made it EXTRA long! ha! and oh god, Erica is jealousssss, ha! drama! so, I hope you weren't expecting what Kayla is - so, please leave your feedback below, they're serious motivators, so please please review and I will see you next chapter! :)**


	42. Chapter 42 - Just hanging

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It was now Sunday and Kayla and Stiles had stayed the full weekend at the hospital as promised, each taking shifts overnight so at least _someone _would be awake if Mr and Mrs 'knife happy' came back for another shot but, as it turns out, Kayla ended up staying awake the whole night because, once it got to three am and it was his shot, he looked too damn peaceful to be woken up – well that and the fact, even if she tried, he probably wouldn't wake up anyway.

So when it hit 9am, Stiles insisted she get some shut eye – so she did, and she tried, but she only managed to get a couple of hours due to nightmares – again. How fun, she thought dryly. It was a hard dream, or rather nightmare, to make out but she remembered the feeling of smoke in her lungs and the sound of people's screams so she assumed it was linked to that fire.

She _loathed _the idea of a 'repressed memory' – she wanted to remember it, to remember what happened but at the same time she didn't because she didn't want to have to see her family dying every waking moment of the day – maybe that was what helped send Peter over the edge, turning him into a psychopath, who knows?

But, apart from that _little incident,_ the rest of the say went smoothly. Her and Stiles snacked on Reece's – yes _again, _and Stiles didn't puke which was a bonus, and Lydia woke up – which was the highlight of her whole weekend. She woke up groggy and disorientated but, once she got her bearings, she was sending sassy comments to her father, who, Kayla knew she didn't get along with, and even sent away the nurses that came and offered her help to get to the bathroom – ah, same old Lydia.

And then, what was Stiles doing in the evening? Oh, that's right… sleeping, more sleeping – honestly! But, Kayla let him be, instead surfing on her laptop and, every time a nurse went by she quickly flicked it back to an old history essay, pretending to be doing schoolwork but, in reality, she was just going on a shopping spree – what? She knew how to hack into her trust fund, not her fault her parents had a loose tongue when they got drunk.

She was just searching through the cars, debating on whether to purchase a red car like she had before Peter had made her crash, something that still irked her off, or go for something different – maybe a bright blue, when Stiles almost kicked the laptop from her grasp as he fidgeted about on the row of seats, leaning over the end, a bright yellow balloon tied to his wrist for Lydia that they had purchased at the gift shop – Kayla knew Lydia would think it was tacky but, underneath all that sassy and blunt attire, she would appreciate the thought.

"Oooooh…" Stiles mumbled, smacking his lips together, "Just like that. No, no, you first Kaylz" He mumbled and Kayla raised her eyebrows, debating between waking him up before he could make an even bigger fool of himself, or just carry on watching… just to see what he likes, y'know… future reference and all that.

"Me first?" He snickered slightly, "Okay then" And Kayla held back a snort, giving a small shake of the head as she focused back on the endless list of cars, chewing on her bottom lip – her parents were well off, and she knew she got left some money when her dad had died, and her mom probably wouldn't even notice if she spent it but, she wasn't a flashy type person like Jackson, she just preferred ordinary things so, with a few more clicks of the button she had purchased an ocean blue Honda civic this time instead of a different model – she had liked her car before, it was comfy, reasonably easy to drive and had air con – what else did she really need?

Just as she exited from that page, Stiles' leg slipped off from the back of the seats and landed on her lap, heel digging into her thigh and Kayla just chuckled lightly, shaking her head at Stiles' weird sleeping habits.

"You're dirty" He said seductively, making these kissing noises just as a nurse bent down to empty the bin and she sent him a withering, disgusted glare and Kayla bit her lip, her shoulders shaking with the effort not to burst out laughing but, in the end, her efforts went to hell, because she started laughing out loud, causing Stiles to jump awake, blinking blearily.

"Good dream?" She smirked, chewing the inside of her cheek when Stiles flailed about for a moment, his cheeks darkening to a blotchy red colour.

"Heh… uh… you heard that?" He questioned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Stiles" She grinned, "I think the whole hospital heard you – you were coming onto a nurse earlier" She teased, winking at him as she shut her laptop, stuffing it back into her backpack.

"Wha-"Stiles stuttered, looking around nervously, "Why-why didn't you wake me up?"

"Cause you were too entertaining" She told him bluntly, a small smile gracing her lips, "And anyway… you wouldn't have woken up – you're worse than bloody sleeping beauty"

"Beauty huh?" He grinned lopsidedly, a pleased look covering his face, and Kayla played along, amusement gleaming in her eyes, "Yes Stiles, beauty, why? Would you rather be Shrek the ogre?" She smirked.

"No" He immediately protested, shaking his head quickly, "Definitely sleeping beauty, yes" He claimed and Kayla laughed lightly, leaning up to quickly kiss his lips.

"Hmmm…" He hummed, "Now that… would _definitely_ wake me up" He told her in a daze as she pulled back.

"I'll remember that then" She winked, leaning back in her own seat.

"Please do" He grinned back, "Now if my prince will excuse me for a moment, I feel a craving for Reese's coming on" He told her, hopping out of his seat to his feet.

"Of course" Kayla smirked, "Because what else would you get a craving for?"

He departed down the hallway, leaving Kayla to her thoughts. She glanced nervously to Lydia's room – when she spoke with her friend she seemed… normal – well, more 'Lydia' than normal – there was no signs of K-nines, tails, horns, fur, scales – just the same old Lydia but Kayla _knew _there must be something different about her, she just didn't know what.

Suddenly, a crash echoed from the hall Stiles had just wandered down and she looked up, wondering what trouble he had gotten himself into but, her amusement was cut short when she heard a loud, shrill scream of terror coming from Lydia's room.

"Lydia" She muttered, still with shock for a second before racing forward, barging into Lydia's room and racing into the bathroom and seeing it… empty. Oh dear god – Lydia was gone.

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><p>Kayla never in her whole life wanted to go back to the Hale house – to the burnt and broken remains of the family house that used to be so grand and beautiful and <em>family-orientated, <em>but, right now, she would do anything if it meant finding Lydia alive and in one piece because, when Lydia was unconscious Kayla had promised, _promised, _her that nothing else bad would happen to her – and she was determined to keep that promise, no matter what the cost.

The grounds and the house were empty and, a part from that eerie feeling that Kayla got every time she neared the house, there was no activity apart from she, Stiles, Allison and Scott making their way to the house slowly.

"She came here? You sure?" Stiles asked in doubt, turning around to shoot Scott a disbelieving stare.

"This is where the scent leads" Scott shrugged back, casting a dubious glance around the place and Kayla nodded, taking a few steps forward towards the house, leaves crunching underneath her converses.

"It makes sense… sort of – I mean, whatever she is, she is probably looking for the one that bit her… which was P-Peter, and he's here somewhere so…" She trailed off in a daze, unable to tear her eyes away from the house knowing that somewhere, close by, is where Peter's remains are, fearful yet slightly intrigued at the same time.

"But what doesn't make sense is how Lydia found this place" Stiles spoke up as Kayla walked past him, staring back at Scott and Allison for some answers.

"She's never been here with me" Allison claimed and Scott let out a sound of agreement and it fell silent between them, but not the kind of silence that was comfortable, more of a kind of silence that was anticipating, and Kayla looked around, seeing the three of them staring at her, eyebrows raised in a questioning look.

"Oh yes, I brought Lydia here for a trip down memory lane" Kayla said sarcastically, "No of course I didn't take her here – it would cost me an arm and a leg to get Lydia _this_ far into the woods" She added, rolling her eyes as she continued slowly making her way through the leaves, a weird tingling sensation coming from her stomach as she got closer and closer to the police-taped house.

She heard Scott and Allison whispering about Lydia's instinct to be part of a pack and, forgetting her dazed mission to get to the house, she turned around, raising her voice slightly so they could hear them.

"Guys… whatever Lydia is she isn't a werewolf, she's… she's something else entirely" She claimed, watching closely as Allison raised her eyebrows in surprise at her hearing their conversation, where-as Scott just furrowed his eyebrows, as if what she said was the most complicated thing in the world.

"How do you know that?" Allison asked nervously, crossing her arms over her torso.

"Because she's immune to the bite – her body, when it went into shock in the hospital, was her fighting it – she hasn't been turned into a werewolf because she's been turned into something else" She explained, shrugging her shoulders as her gaze landed back on the house, a pulling feeling coming from her stomach, as if urging her on.

"Then what is she?" Scott asked as she walked forward another couple of steps, and Kayla resisted a roll of her eyes because she, honest to god, didn't know everything about the supernatural world.

"I don't know" Kayla admitted, before lowering her voice as she continued walking, "There's only one person that knew and he's gone" She added, muttering to herself but, was snapped out of her daze, by Scott shouting out Stiles' name and turned around just as she reached a cluster of tree's, letting out a snort at Scott, Scott with the keen werewolf senses, hanging upside down by a blooming trip wire of all things.

"Next time you see a trip wire. Don't trip it" He said in a light-hearted voice and Kayla smiled, shaking her head, prepared to walk back to her friends but she heard the familiar sound of leaves crunching and knew someone was coming – damn, these heightened senses really did come in handy.

"Go, go, go go, go, someone's here" Scott urged, flapping his arms about at Stiles and Allison, "HIDE" He added and Kayla looked around, flailing backwards as her own foot got caught in another tripwire because of the sheer panicked desperation in Scott's voice, forgetting to be aware of her surroundings, as she got pulled into the air, letting out a string of curse words.

"Oh for the love of god" She cursed, wishing she could just bang her fists on something but, of course, her luck sucked so much that she couldn't because she was hanging _upside flipping down_.

"Urghhh" She groaned, casually spinning around on the trip wire, "I feel like I'm on a flipping merry go round – whoever it is that so _expertly_ caught a couple of high school kids, we would really appreciate it if you let us down" She called out, trying to stop herself spinning but that just resulted in her turning around even more quickly.

"I should've known it would be you two" She heard a voice say scathingly and tried to bend her head backwards, her long hair falling over her face, obstructing her vision, but she would recognise that voice anywhere.

"Mr Argent" Kayla exclaimed, twisting around on the wire to face them, "I would say it's a pleasure to see you but that would be lying – and my mom always taught me never to lie" She grinned, showing her teeth as he sent her an unimpressed look.

"As it's the two of you in a compromising situation, maybe leave the sassy remarks to us, huh?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Pfffft – you wouldn't know sassy if it hit you in the ass" She claimed, trying to pull her body into an upright position but her stomach muscles screamed in the effort it took to do this and she collapsed back down in the hanging position, her body now madly swinging back and forth.

"How are you both doing tonight, anyway?" Chris asked through gritted teeth, ignoring her comment and focusing back on Scott, where it was considerably less talk-backitive.

"Great – oh, you know, just hanging out" – Okay, maybe _not_ less talk-backitive.

"Yup, just enjoying the view and the _amazing _feeling of blood rushing to our heads – quite spectacular really" She remarked sarcastically, keeping her tone light-hearted because, her and Scott were trapped, and the others _did_ have the weapons.

"Do I have to gag you?" He asked incredulously, sending her a withering gaze and she smirked, clicking her fingers as she pointed at him, or tried to point at him, really, just tried to point in his general vicinity because the blood really _was _rushing to her head.

"If you're into that kind of thing then… whatever…" She smirked, letting her arms fall over her head, trying to preserve her energy. He glared at her once more, gritting his teeth, probably resisting wanting to cut her in half, and turned his attention back on Scott.

"I want to know what you're both doing out here" He demanded, a slightly suggestive tone in his voice.

"Looking for our friend" Both her and Scott said at the same time in 'duh' voices because, seriously, what else would they be doing out here alone? Oh god, Kayla shook her head both literally and figuratively – Scott was a great guy, and a close friend, but no – no, Chris Argent could get that idea right out of his head _this second_.

"Oh gross" She exclaimed, "No… just no" She claimed, screwing her face up.

"I thought I told you to keep quiet" Chris managed to get out, eyes narrowing in her direction.

"_Technically _you just told me you were going to gag me, that wasn't telling me to shut up" She corrected him, unable to keep her mouth shut and Chris sighed wearily, pointing at one of his hunter buddies and then over to her.

"Aw, c'mon Chris… there's no need to get hostile" She told him as a big guy walked over to her, pulling out a cloth from his pocket, "Wow, okay, you really did mean you were going to gag me, whatever, jeez… looks like no one has a sense of humour" She muttered as the tall guy tied the cloth around her mouth, probably deliberately getting her long hair tangled up in it just for the hell of it.

"Now that's better" Chris exclaimed, back to facing Scott again, "Because, I understand that Lydia's now a part of your group now right? Part of your clique? Is that the word you use or is there another word? Part of your pack maybe?" He asked scathingly as Kayla's nimble fingers worked on the cloth tie but, damn, it was tied tightly and in several knots too so she had to use her whole concentration on it.

"Clique sounds about right to me" Scott muttered and Kayla nodded, letting out a sign of agreement even though no one was paying attention to her.

"That's right" Chris nodded in agreement, "Because I know Lydia is a friend of Allison's and one special circumstance such as yourself… one I can handle, not two" He warned in that creepy, threatening way and Kayla yanked at the gag, probably pulling out about half of her hair as she did it, throwing it to the forest floor.

"And what am I? Chopped liver?" She remarked, giving a small, sarcastic wave in Chris' direction.

"You're human" He replied back, never taking his eyes off Scott and Kayla resisted snorting – oh god, if only he knew how wrong he really was, "But if you do continue talking back then you will definitely be chopped something"

"Fine, message clear" She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" He asked and Kayla actually knew the answer to this, well of course she did, she came from a family of werewolves and, just as she was about to put her hand in the air like she was back in middle school, Chris pointed at her in warning.

"Keep. Quiet" He told her and she exhaled loudly, rolling her eyes as she let her head fall back down.

"I have a feeling I don't want to"

"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist – cutting them in half"

"Oh – I knew that" Kayla muttered to herself, one up to her then, but Chris ignored her, leaning up to demonstrate it on Scott. Yeah, totally not nerve racking at all.

"Let's hope a demonstration doesn't become necessary, yeah?" He threatened and Kayla could hear Scott gulp from where she was – damn those Argents as Chris strolled away, his hunting buddies flanking on either side of him.

"Are you both okay?" Allison asked as her and Stiles ran over to Scott once Chris Argent was well gone, looking between the two of them in worry.

"Just another life-threating conversation with your dad" Scott replied as Stiles walked over to her, quirking an eyebrow as he looked her up and down.

"Okay, yes, laugh it up… go on, I know you want to" She sulked, crossing her arms as she looked up into Stiles' amused face, "But do it quick because I think I'm losing circulation in my legs"

"I'm sorry, it's just… 'If you're into that kind of thing'" He quoted in amusement, hands shooting out to stop the wire spinning, "Geez, we really should get a muzzle for you"

"First of all" She started saying, grabbing his pants legs to stabilise her upside down self, "A muzzle wouldn't stop me speaking and second, enough with the dog jokes" She said just as she heard the sound of rope slashing and everyone looked up at the same time, seeing Scott safely back on his own two feet, a smug look on his face.

"It's okay – I think I've got it"

"Well that's fantastic" Kayla broke the silence sarcastically, "But I don't have a pair of handy claws at my disposal, so if you could just shimmy your ass over here that would be _great" _She smiled sickly sweet, still holding onto Stiles' thigh as Allison let out a giggle, following behind Scott as he made his way over to her, swiping out with his claws before she could even _think _about warning someone to catch her, and her floppy limbs fell to the ground in a heap.

"Okay… _ow" _She exclaimed, spitting out a mouthful of leaves as Stiles grabbed her arms and helped her stand up, hands vigorously wiping the dead leaves and grass from her clothes.

"Oh my god I-I'm sorry" Scott said, grimacing guiltily, "I thought you would stabilise yourself"

"Unlike a cat I don't land on all fours" She muttered, sticking out her tongue and gagging, trying to get the taste of dead leaves from her mouth, "Or rather, on two legs" She corrected, "But it's fine – I'm not a porcelain doll" She smirked before frowning over at Stiles inquisitively as his hand continued to brush the back of her jeans, even though she was completely sure they were leaf-free by now.

"Uh… I think you can stop now Stiles" She smirked as he looked up, eyes kind of glazed over, but he glanced back down before snapping up to meet her eyes, a faint tinge coming to his cheeks.

"Uh… right – sorry" He muttered, "I'll just…" His hand retreated back to his side, and she shook her head in amusement before facing Scott.

"Where to now cap'in?" She asked, "You're the one with the nose… scent-thingy?" She asked, looking around for any glimpse of Lydia or, well, anything, that might lead them in the right direction.

"There" He replied, pointing to the house and Kayla exhaled, brow furrowing as she followed Scott to the house, the house that was so full of pain and fear and death Kayla could practically feel it – hell, scrap that, she _could _feel it, it made her whole skin itch with uneasiness.

Then suddenly, like a brick to the stomach, Kayla felt like something was going to happen – god knows how, but it was like something was telling her and, without thinking, her hand shot out at the back of Allison's head, grabbing the knife before it could impale itself in her best friend's skull.

Scott's eyes flashed to its yellow colour, grabbing Allison's arm as she looked around, eyes going wide at the sight of the blade just an inch from her face.

"What the hell" She heard Stiles murmur, flailing about as he moved from where he was, caramel brown eyes flitting about nervously.

And there that feeling was – like a brick hitting her stomach again only a hundred times harder and she shouted out a loud "Down" and, thank god her friends listened to her because, just as they all fell to the ground, a series of throwing knives whizzed over their heads, cutting through the air like butter.

Immediately, her eyes glowed green as if on instinct, recognising the danger and, just beside her, she heard Scott let out a warning growl, K-nines elongating and eyes turning, getting into defence mode. Scott roared loudly, jumping in front of them and hitting knives out of the air and, the ones that he missed, Kayla's hands shot out, expertly catching them out of the air.

She had no idea where the sudden reflexes came from, or the canny ability to be able to catch sharp objects flying through the air at one hundred miles an hour, but it was definitely something she could get used to, that's for sure. It gave her a rush of power and meaning and she felt it running through her veins and she loved it… whatever 'it' was.

Mr Lumberjack emerged from the coverage of the tree's his wife, Mary, not far behind him, fierce looks on their faces and Kayla thought, pffft, they could easily take them, they had Scott and Allison now - that was until about another half a dozen burly people emerged too.

"Well damn…" Kayla muttered, "I hope you all ate your porridge this morning" She told them, just as the group charged. And when Kayla said 'charged' she meant _charged, _like a herd of bloody buffalo's or something. Scott went right in there, using his werewolf strength to knock a few off their feet and Kayla thought 'what the hell' before getting stuck in herself.

Using her new found amazing instincts, she caught a knife clean out of the air, not even pausing before throwing it back through the air, the blade getting lodged in the man's arm as he let out a surprised yelp but, Kayla had already moved on, ducking as a sphere – a sphere? – got thrown over her head, narrowly avoiding a gaping Stiles as it flew into a near-by tree and Kayla felt her eyes glowing even more intensely – no one was going to hurt Stiles _or _Allison, not if she had anything to do with it.

So, just as a tall, burly looking woman ran at her, Kayla spin kicked in the air, her foot hitting the woman's jaw, internally fist-bumping when she heard a crack, and landed back expertly on her feet, not giving the woman a chance to recover before slamming into her full force, throwing her over her shoulder, leaving her hacking on the ground.

Another man, just as burly as Brian's dad, threw a four pointed blade at her but she jumped back, narrowly missing it scraping her stomach, and as he moved forwards she kicked out with all her strength, but he grabbed her foot, so Kayla did the only thing that came to her mind before he could break her ankle – she used his hold on her for leverage, kicking up into the air, scrap that, soaring through the air as she back-flipped a couple of times high in the air, landing back stably on her feet, and grabbed the man's arm, not even caring if she hurt him because they had just attacked her friends and that was _not on._

Using her fighting skills to good use she bent the man's arm backwards, snapping it clean at the elbow joint, not even cringing at the sound of bones breaking, letting go of his arm, kneeing him between the legs, causing him to fall to his knee's on the ground, noises of pain emanating from him as he held onto his bent arm and Kayla elbowed him in the nose, successfully making him go limp.

She blew a strand of hair from her face, glancing around, fully prepared to take on any immediate dangers and from the corner of her eye she caught Mary, Brian's mom, moving sideways towards her, a double sided blade spinning around expertly in her hands.

"Mutt" She snarled at Kayla and she rolled her eyes, clenching her fists.

"For the last time… _I'M NOT A WEREWOLF" _She exclaimed loudly, ducking as Mary tried to swipe at her face, probably trying to decapitate her – _how nice – _kicking out with her legs, trying to take her opponent to the ground, but frail looking Mary was a lot quicker than she looked. She jumped up in the air, letting out a battle-cry like noise as she held the blade downward but Kayla side-rolled away just in time as the blade impaled itself in the ground right where she was just a millisecond before.

Kayla jumped to her feet, fists clenched, energy buzzing through her, prepared for anything anyone threw at her but a panicked shout of "STOP" coming from the one whose arm she broke, made every one of their opponents look toward him in shock, backing off slightly.

"Aquele com a língua maldita" He muttered in fluent Portuguese, pointing a shaky finger towards her, eyes as wide as saucers, "The one with the cursed tongue" He elaborated, pulling himself to his feet, sweat running down his face as every one of their enemies gasped, new found fear in their eyes, "Be wary… she could kill us where we stand" He added and Mary backed off, stumbling backwards a few steps, falling in line with her husband.

Kayla frowned, looking around to make sure he really was pointing at her, and then looked back, "Me?" She exclaimed, pointing to her chest, before chuckling, "Yeah right – I wish" That didn't seem to settle their nerves though because Mr Lumberjack pulled Mary, his wife, even further away, a protective glint in his eyes.

"That's how she killed Brian" he snarled through gritted teeth, "She seduced him… taking away his free will – draining him of his sanity" He added and Kayla snorted before her mouth opened in shock and mortification, because, her seducing Brian? Ha – yeah right.

"WHORE" Mary screamed, anger radiating from every pore of her body.

"Now just wait a minute…" Kayla started to say in a hard voice, taking a step forward, but the hunters, protectors, whatever the hell they called themselves, took a step backwards away from them, making her raise her eyebrows, "Mutt, abomination, whore – you seem to have a wide vocabulary of names for me without even knowing me" She exclaimed, feeling her eyes glow brighter in anger.

"Don't look in the eyes" The man with the broken arm exclaimed, interrupting her as he shielded his eyes and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, unimpressed with the dramatics, "She'll curse you where you stand"

"What the hell are you on?" Trying to take another step forward but the others flinched away from her as if she had some infectious, killer disease or something.

"We'll be back" Mary seethed, glowering at her before pointing an accusatory finger in Scott's direction, "For you, the bitch in transition and the whore"

"Not a whore" Kayla muttered, throwing her hands up in a sort of 'giving up' way but, by that time Mary and the others were already moving quickly through the woods, as if trying to put enough distance between them and her as possible.

"What the hell was that about?" Allison exclaimed, breathing heavily as Scott helped her to her feet, eyebrows raised in shock.

"Hmmmm" Kaya sighed, running a hand through her long hair, "I guess we have some things to talk about, huh?"

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><p>To say the next day was uneventful would be a complete and total <em>lie<em>.

They went to school – draining.

She, Scott and Stiles had tried to watch Kate's funeral – gag-worthy.

Escaped from Stiles' dad after they got caught – exhilarating.

And were now trying to find Lydia, for reals this time because the weather was cold and, as Stiles had rightly put it, "she is running through the woods without a scrap of clothes on"

Kayla knew that, if they didn't find Lydia soon then it would be too late – there was only so much cold the body could take before going into deep shock and, eventually, the organs would just shut down, unable to work, and, because Lydia was completely naked, hypothermia would only surely set in at a quicker rate.

She leaned against the side of the ambulance, biting her fingernails in complete and utter worry for her friend, eyes flitting around nervously because _why wasn't anyone doing anything? _Stiles was talking to his dad and there was about half a dozen cops standing idly at the side of the scene where the dead body was and Kayla resisted a scoff.

The whole police force was hovering around at the scene of a dead body, a dead body that couldn't be helped because, newsflash, he was _dead_ – Lydia wasn't, Lydia was a living person who needed their help – but if they didn't get their asses into gear then they _would_ have another dead body to deal with.

Just as one of the deputy's walked past her arm shot out, grabbing him and causing him to stop in shock.

"Why is no one looking for my friend?" She demanded, fed up with playing nice, "Have you forgotten about her in favour of a dead body? Cause she's a sixteen year old girl needing your help and you're _doing nothing" _She exclaimed, trying to control the urge to not let her eyes glow because, that would only surely freak him out.

"There's a search party out looking for her" He said in a soothing voice, patting her arm, "We'll find your friend, don't worry"

"Don't worry? _Don't worry?" _She exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of those nearby, "My best friend is lost and no one is helping her and you expect me _not to worry_?" She said in a hard voice, brushing past him roughly just as she heard Stiles shout "Lydia", making her look up in shock.

There her best friend was, eyes blurry with tears, whole body shaking, completely stark naked, arms cowering over her chest.

"Lydia" She shouted, trying to snap her friend out of the state of shock she was in, "LYDIA" She added louder, watching with relief as her head snapped up, recognition shining in her eyes.

"Well?...Is anybody gonna get me a coat?" She asked, holding her arms out, showing her completely bare form and she heard Stiles splutter before, in a rush, covering his eyes with his hand, a faint blush covering his cheeks as he tried to turn around, resulting in him almost falling over.

Kayla didn't know why but, just hearing Lydia's voice, hearing her say something so _Lydia, _made a small chuckle escape her lips because Lydia was alright – she would be fine and, ignoring everyone beginning to stare, she ran forward, throwing herself into her friend's arms without so much as a warning, arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

"Thank god you're okay" Kayla breathed, closing her eyes momentarily, squeezing her friend one more time before pulling back, meeting Lydia's green gaze.

"I would be a lot better if you wore something different" Lydia told her honestly, body raked with shivers, "Seriously Kayla? Converses? How many times have I told you they go in the 'burn' category" She added, cocking an eyebrow in a very Lydia like fashion and Kayla laughed as she pulled off her own jacket, wrapping it around Lydia's shoulders as she put her arms in the holes, the material just touching her middle thigh.

"And how many times have I told you that if you even think about burning my converses then I'll burn your Jammy chang's" Kayla smiled, zipping up the jacket to cover up Lydia's bare form from any prying eyes.

"Jimmy Choo's" Lydia immediately corrected, meeting Kayla's stare and Kayla smiled, relief spreading through her veins because, Lydia may be broken and cracked but, she could be fixed, she _would _be fixed, and Kayla would make sure she was there every step of the way.

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><p>The next day was normal, well, as normal as things could get in Beacon hills – Kayla and Stiles had visited Lydia in the hospital where she had been ordered to stay put for a few days to recover from the slight hypothermia she had caught, as well as the doctors having to stitch up her wound again because of the naked jaunt she had through the woods.<p>

They stayed there for about an hour, Lydia demanding to know if anyone had taken her place as the 'queen of the school' and Kayla had laughed and reassured her that, no, the spot was still hers to take.

And that was how her day went until Stiles suggested they go back to his place for a bit, maybe watch a movie or something and Kayla had agreed – her mom still away with her work and Jane had taken Tabby out to do a bit of shopping before they left in a few days so the house would be empty, may as well be social and spend some time with someone.

So as soon as Stiles had closed the bedroom door, Kayla moved up behind him, pressing his back against the oak wood, closing the gap between them and smashing her lips to his before he could even say a word because, for whatever reason, she just wanted to feel him, to be close to him, like this crazy need had just come over her all of a sudden, rendering her helpless to Stiles' touch.

He seemed a bit shocked that she had pounced on him so suddenly but his hands had soon weaved themselves in her long hair, kissing her back just as fiercely, dragging her body closer to his and Kayla smiled against his lips, gently taking his bottom lip and biting down, causing him to moan.

"Screw the movie" He muttered and Kayla smirked, agreeing with him whole heartedly, winding her arms around his neck, securing their bodies together as the kiss became more heated, more heavy and Kayla ran a hand over his short hair, loving the feel of him right there, tilting her head to the side to keep their lips locked together in its passionate embrace.

Stiles let out a soft moan, one hand running right through her hair and down to her hip, tugging at her body in desperation and Kayla started walking them backwards, turning around mid way and falling down on top of Stiles as his legs hit the end of the bed and she flipped her hair over one shoulder, moving it out the way, as she bent down, capturing his lips again, their breathing ragged and hard as they both tried to catch their breath.

Kayla sat up, straddling his waist as she took a hold of his hands, tugging his body into an upright sitting position, hands gliding over his hair as she attacked his lips again in desperation, not needing it to go any further but just wanting, so bad, a really, really, really heated make out session after everything that had happened. He was kissing her back just as roughly sending jolts of electricity through her body and, Kayla noticed, ever since she was informed of her new found genes and was starting to embrace its power, she seemed more vulnerable to it all - like she noticed just the barest touch Stiles left on her skin or how when his lips touched hers it made a thousand emotions run through her body - probably the encantado gene shining through, her seductress part of her brain loving every part of it.

"Mmmm" He moaned, capturing her bottom lip and Kayla let a small smile grace her lips, hands gliding down his chest as her nimble fingers caught the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it up over his body, making him raise his arms, separating their lips, only for a second though, because as soon as she had thrown the material away, her hands caught the sides of his face as she pressed her lips back to his.

"Oh dear god..." She heard him mutter under her breath and his nails dug into her hips as he clung to her desperately as she trailed kisses down his jawline and across his neck, nibbling lightly at the skin before catching his earlobe in between her teeth and she heard him suck in a breath and thought 'mission accomplished'.

Stiles' hands worked their way underneath her tank top, resting on her bare waist and she felt her whole body flushing at the feel of his hands, so soft and soothing, craving more of his touches. Pulling back slightly she grabbed the ends of her top, pulling it over her head and casting it behind them on the bed, taking Stiles' hands in hers and intertwining their fingers as she met his eyes.

"Oh... wow" He muttered, caramel brown eyes dark with lust as he stared at her before meeting her gaze, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I just figured we could, y'know, get used to it before we plunge you into the deep end so to speak" Kayla whispered, feeling her body come alive as she pressed their bare chests together.

"The deep end being...?" Stiles trailed off, swallowing thickly and she smirked at his innocence, to afraid to just come out straight and ask her.

"Sex Stiles" She replied bluntly, smiling widely as she pulled him back to meet her lips, trying to encourage him to move his hands anywhere aware from the safe spot of her waist and, he seemed to get the hint because his hands trailed up her back, leaving a fire like feeling in its wake, fingers gently massaging the skin underneath her bra straps and, just as Stiles let out a deep moan, pulling her even closer to his bare chest, his bedroom door got opened, making them both look up, seeing sheriff Stilinski there, coffee cup in hand, jaw getting casually slacker as he took in the scene in front of him.

"D-Dad" Stiles stuttered nervously, just as the sheriff said "Oh jesus" face screwing up as if trying to unsee what had been seen.

"W-We're not doing anything" Stiles immediately claimed and Kayla let out a snort, giving him a raised eyebrow look because, seriously, he was bare chested, she was in a bra and she was basically straddling his waist, limbs intertwining with each other and, she was sure the sheriff could clearly see that wasn't 'nothing'.

The sheriff's hand went to cover his eyes, pointing a finger at Stiles, "Can you guys just... uh... get dressed please?" A note of desperation in his voice and Stiles nodded so hard, Kayla was shocked his head hadn't fallen off and she climbed off his lap, retrieving her vest top and pulled it back on before perching on the end of the bed, chewing the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing because, oh god, Stiles just looked so embarrassed where as the sheriff just looked so mortified and awkward.

Stiles yanked on his T-shirt, back to front of course, but he didn't notice as he threw himself next to her, cheeks beetroot red, a bead of sweat running down his hairline.

"Is it safe to look now?" He asked and Stiles nodded, letting out a croaky "Yes dad"

"Okay... good" The sheriff nodded, moving backwards to the balls of his foot and back again, his own cheeks blotchy red, "Because... I just want to make sure you two are, y'know... going to be safe" And Kayla bit her lip, holding back the smirk that wanted to grace her lips.

"Dad we weren't doing anything" Stiles said again, throwing his hands out, "I swear to god it was just..." He trailed off, realising he had just got himself into even deeper waters.

"But when you do... decide to... do it then.." The sheriff scratched the back of his neck, "I'm not ready to be a grandpa" And Stiles just about looked ready to die right about now.

"Dad-"

"No Stiles, I'm serious, I don't 'mind' if you two decide to take that step just..." He trailed off, taking a step into Stiles' room and opening one of the drawers, pulling out a prescription bag and Stiles frowned, as if he didn't know it was there, and the sheriff pulled out a pack of condoms, throwing them over to Stiles who looked about ready to cry.

"Promise me you'll use them, okay?" He asked and Stiles gulped, eyes fixed on the box of condoms, obviously too mortified to speak so Kayla jumped in, in full teasing mode.

"Sure - maybe test them out later tonight, huh Stiles?" She grinned, sending a wink his way and he looked up, eyes as wide as saucers and the sheriff choked, jaw slack as his eyes flitted between the two of them.

"I'm joking, don't worry" She laughed, waving her hand as if it was no big deal, "But they're ribbed - even better" She added, unable to help herself because this situation was _way_ too funny to pass up. Stiles just stared at her in shock whereas the sheriff looked about ready to have a full on coronary.

**A.N) Another long chapter ha! I hope you all liked and please please please review - I will love you all forever, that and I love hearing from you - peace out and I shall see you next chapter! :)**


	43. Chapter 43 - Dammit Scallison

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"Ya know, I didn't realise it before but the two of you have the same facial expressions" Kayla pointed out, doing everything in her power to keep the amused smirk off her face, "You both look like you wanna say something but you're too shocked to get the words out"

"I… I-m… just… wh-"Stiles stuttered, eyes flitting nervously between her and his dad.

"I'm not… sh-… b-"The Sheriff stumbled over _his_ words, expression frozen into an eyebrow cocked, mortified stare.

"I'm just yanking your chains" Kayla laughed lightly, "Boy, it's sure easy to wind you up" She added, crossing her ankles and waiting for one of them to at least say, well, something, anything at all.

"Well… I'm going to… go" The Sheriff told them, pointing over his shoulder to the visible hallway, "I just came to say…" He trailed off, frowning, swallowing thickly.

"… You're going to work?" Stiles questioned, voice higher than normal, looking down at his dad's outfit and Kayla nodded, keeping a pleasant smile on her face.

"Yes" The sheriff immediately claimed, sounding relieved, "Work, I'm going to work" He added, letting out a loud sigh and nodding his head.

"O-Okay" Stiles replied, scratching the back of his neck, "Uh… yeah… b-be careful" He rushed out, plastering a 'this-is-totally-not-awkward' smile on his face but, in reality, it was more of a grimace.

"You too" The sheriff replied before screwing his face up and giving a small shake of the head, looking completely disgusted, "I mean… no… but yes, uh… never mind" He groaned, walking out of Stiles' bedroom but stopping over the threshold and turning his head around, "It was nice to see you again Kayla" He told her pleasantly before muttering under his breath, "More of you than expected though"

"You too Sheriff" She told him, sending him a hundred watt smile, and he looked like he was about to say something else, but his face screwed up again and he shook his head, giving a somewhat tired wave and leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind him and Kayla focused on using her heightened senses to hear him mumble under his breath "I did not just see that, that did _not_ happen… I really should learn to knock" And bit her lip in amusement, trying not to seem so entertained by it all, especially since Stiles looked about ready to have a nervous breakdown but… she couldn't help it. Her quiet chuckles turned into full blown belly laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why-why are you laughing?" Stiles choked out, beautiful brown eyes wide which just made her laugh even more.

"Why are you not?" She managed to get out, holding her sides as she looked at him through the tears of amusement.

"Because… because… were you not just _here_?" He squeaked out, arms flailing about in the direction of the door, cheeks a flaming red colour, "My dad-my dad he just… he walked… us… we were…" He stumbled, face slack with shock.

"We were kissing Stiles" She laughed, finally beginning to calm down, "Although I'm sure your dad could've done without the sneak preview, I'm sure he'll forget about it by tomorrow"

"By _tomorrow?" _He screeched loudly, making Kayla cringle slightly at the volume, "Tomorrow is only-" He flipped his whole body to the side, glancing at his alarm clock, "Tomorrow is only six hours and nineteen minutes away, no, he's never gonna forget about it, oh dear lord" He whined, running a hand down his face, probably still going into shock.

"Stiles" She chuckled, reaching out to grab his hand, "It was kissing, albeit, a very heated, very intense and very hot kiss, but it wasn't like we were…" She trailed off, shrugging, and he raised his eyebrows at her.

"… Having sex?" He finished her sentence, beginning to gape at her.

"Having sex" She clarified, nodding in amusement.

"But we were… there was… very limited clothes on" He muttered and she smiled, finding his innocence kind of a turn on.

"First off, it was just our tops Stiles and second, your dad was sixteen once… I'm sure he remembers _all a_bout it"

"Ew, no" He immediately piped up, shaking his head, "No, I don't want to think about that ever again, no, no to dad sex, no" He rambled, breathing heavily and Kayla resisted rolling her eyes good naturally – how did Stiles think he even got here anyway? Dropped from the sky by bloody storks?

Kayla smirked, intertwining their fingers and then looking down at his other hand that was gripping the box of condoms for dear life, probably not even realising he still had a hold of them. Using her free hand she gently loosened his fingers to take the box away from him because, by the way he looked ready to have a panic attack, there was no need to damage such fine contents.

"W-What're you d-doing?" He stuttered, giving her a wide eyed stare, eyes flitting between her and the box nervously.

"Putting them away for a later date" She replied, standing up and opening his sock drawer, placing the condoms there, sending him a wink as she sat back down next to him.

"O-O-O-Okay" He mumbled, swallowing thickly and Kayla bit her lip, slowly kneeling on the bed and then throwing a leg over Stiles lap, straddling him as she ran her hands around to the nape of his neck, looking down onto his nervous and, somewhat, confused eyes.

"Where were we?" She whispered, quirking an eyebrow as she leaned down slowly, giving him time to get his bearings back before pouncing on him again. She pressed her lips to his gently, exhaling in pleasure as she felt her whole body tingle at the touch, their lips moulding together perfectly.

Although, not two seconds before, Stiles looked ready to bolt, his clammy hands trailed up her arms and across her shoulders, securing themselves at the back of her neck and he began kissing her back and Kayla could smell the slight hint of cologne he was wearing earlier in the day, making her press herself harder against him, hands running over his short hair.

She leant forwards, causing him to lay back down on the bed, her long hair falling over her face and obscuring both hers and Stiles' vision, but her eyes were closed anyway, so what did it matter? Stiles' hands landed on her thighs, gently beginning to grip at them, even more when Kayla nipped at his bottom lip, pulling it lightly, unable to help herself.

Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, Stiles suddenly turned the tables around – literally. He flipped them over, resting his body weight on his elbows as he attacked her lips again but pulled back slightly, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

"Should I uh… lock it?" He asked, "The door I mean?Just in case someone else walks in"

"Nah" She replied, shrugging a shoulder, "It'll be fine" She added, before pulling him back to meet her lips, legs touching his hips as her foot traced up his calf muscle to his thigh, hands pulling at his T-shirt again, lifting it up over his head, making him lean upwards to help her tug it off his body, casting it away, but no sooner had his body heat left hers, he was back down again, lips gently caressing the skin of her neck, sending vibrations through her body.

"Mmmm" She moaned, throwing her head back into the mattress, giving him better access as he kissed her, lips searching for her sweet spot and he found it just a few moments later just above her collar bone near her pulse point and she felt her nails digging into the soft flesh on his lower back, slowly dragging her nails up his back in pleasure, reaching up to the nape of his neck.

She couldn't even form a coherent thought because, never in her life had she felt like _this. _Just because she had had sex before, it didn't mean she was used to this _feeling – _the build-up, the soft kisses, the intensity of it all, it actually kind of shocked her that something so simple could feel _s-ooooooo _good.

Stiles reached up with one arm, gently intertwining their fingers on one of her hands and pressing it against the mattress, sliding their clasped hand above her head as he, ever so softly, moved his lips upwards to, finally, meet hers.

Okay, seriously, they were only kissing yet it was better than any sex she had ever had before and, sure, it scared her slightly because, damn, she was falling for Stiles hard – or rather, already fallen for Stiles, but she sure as hell wasn't ready to admit that to him yet.

Stiles pulled back slightly, and mumbled against her lips, "Uh… um, is it okay if I, uh, take your top off… again?" And Kayla smirked, touched by his gentleman side because, seriously, what guy would _ever _ask that?

"Sure" She told him honestly because, yeah, she really was craving his touch now. He nodded, sucking in a deep breath before kissing her again fiercely, tightening his grip on her hand, pressing her into the mattress as he separated their lips, moving down the column of her neck, skimming over her chest and then sitting up, his soft hands gently moving down her thighs and gliding over her hips to take the ends of her tank top in his grip, slowly moving it up her torso.

The cold air hit her bare stomach, sending a shiver up her spine but it soon went away when Stiles hot breath landed on her stomach, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as he worked his way upwards to just below her bra as he pushed the tank top off her body and she helped him, throwing it off the side of the bed.

He was still pressing soft kisses to her stomach as Kayla ran her hands over his hair and, getting the hint, he continued to move upwards, up over her chest, lips soft and wet as they moved over her breasts and back to her neck again before slamming his lips to hers passionately.

Yup, 100% yes, this was possibly one of the best feelings she had ever felt in her entire life – it wasn't rushed or sudden, it was passionate and heated and, dare she say it, cute? She would totally go further but restrained herself from taking that action because a) She didn't want to ruin things now, b) She had never done the whole 'passionate encounters' before doing the deed, it was just straight in there, and she enjoyed feeling this way and c) Stiles was a virgin, there was no point in him giving it up so quickly, not like she did.

She had just wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his tongue gently sliding against her bottom lip when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Stiles' door got thrown open (again) only this time, the voice that Kayla heard distinctly did not sound like Sheriff Stilinski at all.

"Stiles, _Stiles_, you'll never guess what Allison and I found out about-"Scott trailed off, footsteps sliding to a close as Kayla saw his eyes widen dramatically, Allison trailing in not far behind him.

"Oh… um… I… s-sorry…" Scott stuttered, crooked jaw almost hitting the floor and Allison gaped before covering her mouth, obviously trying to stifle her giggles.

"Aw c'mon" Stiles exclaimed, sitting up, hands resting on her upraised knee's, "First my dad and now this? Why is god punishing me like this? What have I ever done?" He added dramatically and Kayla smirked, tilting her head to the side to look around Stiles' bare torso and gave a small wave to Scott and Allison.

"Hey guys" She greeted, "Come to join the party?" She added for the hell of it, unable to keep her mouth closed and stop saying really suggestive things but, maybe it was because she was blunt, or maybe it was because she thought Stiles was cute when he was embarrassed, but whatever it was, it sure as hell amused her.

Stiles began spluttering, cheeks darkening as he looked down at her and then to Scott, eyes wide, whereas Scott just let out a loud 'huh?', eyebrows nearly touching his hairline like he thought she was being serious and Allison, well Allison just rolled her eyes, obviously used to Kayla's attitude by now.

"Gate-crashing is what we do best" Allison shrugged, going along with it as the two boys sent each other 'holy-frigging-god' looks and, wow, they really were gullible huh?

"We're joking" Kayla laughed, sitting up and perching on the end of the bed, head flitting about from side to side looking for her tank top.

"Kayla Jay Ursula Tate Hale" Her aunt suddenly hollered from outside, making them all look towards the open window of Stiles' bedroom, "Would you like to tell me why there is a delivery guy here asking you to sign for a _car?" _She screeched in shock and Kayla smiled.

"Wow, it's here already – that was quick" She whistled, jumping to her feet, and moving past Scott and Allison.

"Wait – how did you pay for a _car_?" Scott shouted down after her and she stopped before she hit the staircase, running back into the room to pick up her discarded grey tank top, pulling it over her body in front of her friends, ignoring their shocked and gaping looks, especially from Scott who, as politely as ever, turned his stare to the corner of the room, eyes as wide as saucers.

"I'm a genius at hacking" She smirked but Stiles stood up, grabbing her hand.

"Wait… you're middle names are 'Jay Ursula Tate'?" He exclaimed, cocking an eyebrow and she poked him in his bare chest, hating the fact her mom called her _that_ of all things.

"Don't judge me Mr 'I'm-too-scared-to-tell-my-girlfriend-my-real-name' Stilinski" She smirked playfully, leaning up to peck him on the lips, "But yes, unfortunately, that is a burden I now must bear" She sighed over-dramatically before smiling widely, skipping past her friends because, damn, she couldn't wait to drive again, to get behind the wheel and just… go anywhere, having that freedom made the energy buzz through her veins.

"Dude… your girlfriend is a _criminal" _Scott exclaimed loudly and Kayla smirked as she hopped down the hallway.

"Ah, that's where you're wrong Scottie – Criminals get caught… I'm too clever" She teased over her shoulder because this day had just gone from amazing to absolutely fantastic.

**A.N) Shorter I know but it's because exams are soon, like really soon, so updating may be a bit scarce for the next couple of weeks but READ:**

**When I do decide to make Kayla and Stiles do the frickle frackle (which will be AFTER the drama I have planned) would you like to see the detailed scene or just leave it to your imaginations? Just wondering because I can write the whole thing out, again, sometime after the next dose of drama. Ha! So I hope you enjoyed this, somewhat, smutty chapters, cause there will be more, and please leave your thoughts behind, I will love you all – see you next chapter **


	44. Chapter 44 - This is war

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Turns out her aunt wasn't all too pleased with her for purchasing a car of all things, but, Kayla had reminded her "That my biological dad ran me off the road and didn't even have the manners to apologise and, on top of that, I spent a night in hospital… one whole night – it was hell" Kayla exclaimed as she drove them both home which only took about two minutes considering her house was just two streets away from Stiles'.

"You were unconscious for that night though" He aunt reminded her, cocking an eyebrow.

"Details, details" Kayla replied, waving her hand as she swerved up into her driveway, tires squealing as she parked the car, successfully she might add, only a few inches from the porch of her house.

"I still have no idea how you passed your test driving like _this_" Jane had told her, sucking in a deep breath, looking absolutely terrified.

"A combination between acting like a very nice person and wearing a short skirt" Kayla chuckled, pulling herself from the car, twirling the keys around her index finger, "Hopefully I won't be in another car accident because I don't think my mom will let me get away with hacking into my trust fund again"

"Yeah, probably not" Jane replied dryly with a roll of her eyes, and Kayla smirked, not used to being in such a good mood – okay, she was generally in a good mood but, holy crap, she felt elated, like full blown singing-on-the-rooftops happy.

"What's got you in such a chipper mood?" Jane questioned as they unlocked the front door, "You're not high again are you?"

Kayla laughed giving a small shake of the head, "No, no… I just…" She shrugged, sending Jane a gleaming smile, "I'm just super happy… things were bad for a while but they seem to be on the right track now"

"That's good then" Her aunt replied, positivity written all over her face, "And how are things with Allison and Stiles?" She added as they walked into the kitchen, "I know things were shaky for a while"

"Allison's completely fine now that she knows everything about, well, 'everything' and Stiles, uh…" Kayla felt herself smiling involuntarily, "Things are great" She replied vaguely, going into a sort of daze as she remembered, not ten minutes ago, the way Stiles' lips felt on her skin, loving the tingles it sent down her spine or the feeling of pure ecstasy it caused her – oh god, things were serious huh?

"What's that smile for?" Jane asked suspiciously, giving her a quick once over, "Oh gosh… I didn't interrupt anything before did I?"

"Well, yes" Kayla replied bluntly, giving a small shrug, "But you were the… fourth? Yeah, fourth person to so no biggie" She added, smirking as her aunt sent her a surprised stare, "Do you want pizza? I feel like pizza… I'm gonna order pizza" Kayla nodded as she spoke, walking around to the other side of the breakfast bar and picking it up, dialling the number she knew off by heart because, seriously, she may need pizza for an emergency, who knew?

"Kayla Jay Urs-"

"Ursula Tate Hale" Kayla interrupted her aunt with a playful note in her voice, imitating her aunt down to a T "Remember and use protection before he accidentally slips one past the goalie… yeah, I know" She rolled her eyes good naturally, waving her hand out in front of her to dismiss the topic of conversation, "Now do you want extra olives?" She asked and her aunt just sent her a shocked look before, reluctantly, smiling, amusement flickering across her face.

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><p>Kayla groaned as she heard her alarm clock blaring, even loader than usual, resisting the urge to fling it across the room again like on the last full moon but, this time when she woke up, she felt… fine. Completely and utterly fine. No bad moods. No urge to kill anyone. No short fuse – well, no shorter fuse than normal.<p>

Holy god – Peter was telling the truth and _that _sure as hell woke her up. She shot up out of bed, glancing down at herself because… no way! She felt normal and that was something that hadn't happened on a full moon for over four years now.

She felt a small smile flicker across her face because… wow, it was such a weird feeling. She knew Peter had told the truth about _some_ things but she had still prepared herself for the incredibly bitter mood swings that, thanks god, weren't here now.

So, with a skip in her step, she got ready, jumping in the shower and straightening her hair out, throwing on a pair of denim studded shorts and ankle boots that Lydia had _insisted _she wore, and when she said 'insisted' she meant 'demanded', because even Lydia in a hospital is a force to be reckoned with, and threw on a vest top with a blue plaid shirt on top, ready for her day to begin.

Her mom had returned home later that name, cocked an eyebrow at the car before just shaking her head and walking away and Kayla took that as a good sign, she obviously didn't mind that much so, score for her.

She hopped in her car, blaring her music full blast as she drove to school, sure that not even Mr Harris could put a damper on her mood… well, she may make an exception for Mr Harris but everything else was A-Okay.

It was then she saw Lydia and Allison trotting up the front steps and clumsily fell out of her car, hurriedly throwing her bag over her shoulder, holding her books to her chest as she ran up behind her friends, almost in a giddy-like-state to see them after all the drama that had been happening.

"Lydia, you're back" She exclaimed, smiling widely, pulling the petite red head, no wait – _strawberry blonde_ – into her arms for a super quick hug, "I knew that hospital would get too much for you"

"Well _duh" _Lydia sassed back, flicking a strand of hair from her face, "And you actually listened to me for once" She pointed out, raising an eyebrow approvingly at the ankle boots she was wearing, "Though you should really ditch the shorts… maybe opt for a skirt" She suggested and Kayla smirked, sharing a 'this-is-so-Lydia' glance with Allison.

"One step at a time, eh Lyd?" She smirked and Lydia nodded her head in acceptance.

"Anyway… on the up side of running through the woods naked, I lost nine pounds" She smiled, posing in a very 'model' like way.

"But are you sure you're ready for this?" Allison asked, giving Lydia a worried glance.

"Yeah, I mean, we could bunk off and go to movies or something" Kayla suggested, just making sure that her friend would be able to handle it all but Lydia-being-Lydia just rolled her eyes at their concern.

"Please – It's not like my aunt is a serial killer" She said, giving a very 'Lydia-like' look to Allison, "Or" She added, swivelling her head in Kayla's direction, "My cousin was a suspect in several homicides" And, after that _cheery _note she opened the door, strutting into the school, flipping her hair.

"She has us there" Kayla smirked good naturally, nudging Allison's arm who plastered a fake smile on her face, obviously trying to pass it off as nothing.

"She didn't mean it like that Ally" Kayla whispered as they slipped in the door behind Lydia and Allison nodded, a more realistic smile now gracing her lips. However, their conversation was cut short by everyone, no seriously, _everyone, _looking at them, varying looks of judgement etched on their faces.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds" Allison smirked and Kayla snorted, biting her lip as she stared at Lydia sideways, her face morphed into fear before she gave a small shake of her head and nodded defiantly, strutting away down the corridor.

"She has guts" Kayla said approvingly as her and Allison walked a little more slowly and a little less 'flashy' through the crowd of people who departed for them as if they had some killer disease, but Kayla preferred to think of it as them being too intimidated being in their presence – yeah, let's go with that.

"That's Lydia for you" Allison replied back, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, ignoring everyone's eyes boring holes in her skull.

"Just ignore them" She advised, nudging Allison's shoulder, "People will just speculate cause that's what they do… don't let them get to you" She whispered, trying to sound reassuring even though, in her own head, she wouldn't just 'ignore' them, she would be unable to hold her tongue – hell, even now she could hear what the others were whispering about Allison and it took all of her self-control – which wasn't a lot – to not deck them.

"I'm trying but… it's kinda hard when it's your family" Allison shrugged as they made their way to their locker, deep in conversation, tuning everyone else out.

"Yeah, I know but, look on the bright side" Kayla said cheerily, "If anyone pisses you off you could just kick their ass – you've got hunter blood in you, they're just boring humans" And that made Allison laugh as they arrived at their lockers.

"Something tells me that isn't a healthy display of emotions" Allison chuckled, swapping her books around, casually tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear.

"Works for me" Kayla winked, leaning back against the lockers, watching as the busy bodies mulled about, their lives just full of dull teenage drama like homework or 'who-loves-who'.

"Yeah - but you have a short temper" Allison laughed as she shut her locker, "I think I'm more mundane than that"

"We'll see" Kayla replied in amusement, "But yesterday, when Scott and you rampaged into Stiles' house, what was it that you found out?" She asked, both walking slowly down the corridor, killing time, "It sounded urgent"

"You mean when we _so_ rudely interrupted the two of you… doing stuff?" Allison smirked, staring at Kayla humourlessly, brown eyes gleaming with laughter.

"It's called making out Allison" Kayla said slowly, keeping her voice light, "As if you and Scott haven't done that… and more" She shrugged, ignoring the small blush that crept across her friends' cheeks.

"Yeah, well, no one's walked in on us yet" She shrugged and Kayla smirked.

"'Yet' being the key word" Kayla replied, "But, seriously, is it bad news or good news because I'm in a seriously good mood for some weird reason and I don't want to have the urge to rip people's head off today"

"Depends on your definition of good news" Allison shrugged, cocking an eyebrow in her direction, a sheepish look plastered on her face.

"Good news, A.K.A, no killing or maiming anybody – Bad news? Wanting to tear people limb from limb" Kayla said for clarification as they both rounded a corner, talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Well" Allison started to say, "I got round to asking my parents about them and how they called themselves the 'protectors'" Allison added, "Because I thought that maybe it was just another word for hunters"

"And it's not?" Kayla asked in surprise, "I thought they were just really delusional, super crazy, cult of hunters" She added in shock because, oh dear god, like they really needed another player in the mix.

"Nope" Allison shrugged, popping the 'P', "Apparently they have no morals or ethics, they were brought up to protect whatever town they were appointed, whether that be killing people or…" Allison trailed off, screwing up her face, "…Torturing innocents"

"Wow, they sound like a bunch of laughs" Kayla exclaimed sarcastically, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well…" Allison lowered her voice, looking around nervously, "I snuck down and listened to my dad telling Gerard this and he sounded worried – Gerard going as far to say a civil war between the 'humans' could be in full swing"

"…And there goes my good mood" Kayla sighed, pointing out the closest window, "Do you see it? It's flying away, never to return" She sighed dramatically and Allison smiled briefly.

"It can't be that bad, I'm sure my dad was just exaggerating" She pointed up and Kayla raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"I don't know… on the night of the dance Brian seemed… hell bent on a mission – he didn't even care that Stiles and Lydia were there he just went all 'coo coo for coco puffs' on our asses" And Allison gave her this weird look, a look which clearly said 'what the hell are you talking about?'

"You didn't get that reference?" Kayla exclaimed, "Oh my… we are gonna have to catch you up on some things, my friend" She shook her head dramatically, making Allison crack another half-hearted smile.

"Okay so did your dear old dad let anything else slip like, I don't know, how we could maybe 'defeat' them without perhaps… killing them because that's kinda illegal and my boyfriend's dad is the sheriff so…" She trailed off, looking expectantly at her friend.

"According to my dad… no" Allison admitted, "They were brought up so strictly that there's no way back for them – they have a job and that's it" She added, grimacing once realising how sucky the situation they were in, was.

"Wow" Kayla whistled, "Well…I'm going to be late for chemistry but if the apocalypse comes – beep me" She smirked and Allison's face lit up, pointing at Kayla triumphantly.

"Now that reference I got… Buffy right?" And Kayla smirked, nodding back.

"Correct my friend – there may be hope for you yet" She replied playfully, winking as she left. The final warning bell rung and she quickened her pace, cursing herself for walking with Allison in the _opposite _direction from the chemistry lab but she was so absorbed in their talk she just didn't realise.

Just like she was now, so absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't realise that someone was waiting for her in an empty classroom until they grabbed her arm, hauling her in.

"Ow… what the hell?" She cursed, pulling away from the person's strong grip, "Get your hands off me you psychotic asshole" She exclaimed, mouth slackening in shock as she looked up onto Derek's face, not having talked to him since the night of the dance, "Oh, that still means you" She sassed, taking a step away from her cousin, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Derek glowered at her, looking like he was holding back shouting his head off at her, "I'm trying to help" He replied simply and Kayla snorted loudly, staring at him in disbelief.

"Oh? Well, we've heard _that _before and look how that ended up" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring daggers at Derek, "But you don't play on this team anymore Derek so just stop gracing us with your annoyingly broody presence"

"Kayla" He glowered at her, eyes flashing red, "I know you can hold a grudge but for god's sake it's time to get over it"

"Get- _Get over it_?" She exclaimed, "No, you see Der, this is the beauty of it all, I don't 'have' to get over anything – it's an amazing thing free will, maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't, but just because you're some dick of an Alpha now it doesn't mean we have to take your word as god" She rambled, anger coursing through her veins because what a _blinking_ nerve of him.

"I'm your family and we have to stick together" He insisted through clenched teeth, beginning to lose his patience.

Kayla chuckled ironically, "You're a contradictive bastard" She fumed, preparing to walk away, holding her head high but he grabbed her arm again, this time a lot tighter, keeping her firmly in place.

"There's bigger forces out there than we can handle" He insisted, "I need you and Scott, as well as my own pack because without it they will pick us off like flies" He told her in a hard voice, forehead lowering in a very intimidating way.

"Let me go" She growled, jaw clenching but either Derek didn't hear her or he just decided to ignore her, probably the latter if she were to be honest with herself, because he carried on talking in a lower voice.

"I get it okay? You're mad at me for killing Peter… even though out of all of us he's the one that deserved it" And Kayla's stomach curled, fighting back the pure hatred and anger spreading through every nerve of her body, "I did what I had to do and one day, maybe you'll thank me because, whatever twisted relationship you had with him would've gone too far… he would've turned you down a dark road Kayla"

"Let. Me. Go" She repeated threatening and in a low voice, limbs beginning to shake but, again, Derek didn't listen to her, treating her like she was five again.

"So you and Scott and whoever the hell else has gotten dragged into this mess _is _going to help because It's the right thing to do – don't let your stubbornness get in the way" And, Jesus Christ, her heart had never raced this fast in her life, "We all need to work together and-"

"I said let _GO OF ME" _She screeched, forcefully pulling away her arm from Derek's grasp with more strength that she thought she possessed, and just as she screamed that the entire row of windows exploded – like, shattered all at once, glass raining down around them and all Kayla could think was 'Holy shit' – there was literally no other words.

Derek stepped in front of her, pushing her back against the wall and using his body as a shield to protect her from the glass that was flying at them, his larger body protecting her.

"W-What the hell was that?" Derek gasped, taking a step back and looking between the, now, empty glass frames for the windows and her, eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

"I-I I don't…" She whispered in shock, gulping noisily because, as Derek was talking she just felt so angry, so explosive, so _hateful_, she felt like she couldn't hold it in all at once, like those emotions were making her head want to explode and then, suddenly, the next thing she knew was 'BAM' - glass parade.

"Exactly what we thought would happen" A male voice said from behind them and both Derek and Kayla turned around, eyes zeroing in on Brian's dad – eyes hollow and murderous, lip curling at the sight of them, "Encantado – dangerous creatures in themselves but all that power residing in a human body? Disastrous" He explained, striding closer to them slowly, "But you're no better… the Alpha… the one whose teeth I'm going to enjoy wearing as a necklace" And just that one simple sentence made Kayla's whole body freeze up in shock.

"_Hmmmm, or, I'm sure you have lots of questions about the hunters that slaughtered your dad and brother"_

"_About, ten months ago, there was this hunting family - real nasty people, wore werewolf k-nines on their necklaces to show how dangerous they really were"_

No way… but… what? It didn't make sense yet, at the same time it did… strangely. The hunters that killed her dad and brother wore werewolf K-nines as necklaces… which was a very 'un-hunter' thing to do when she thought about it, but was understandable why Kate would refer to them as 'hunters' – they were the same thing, maybe worse.

Kayla gaped, tears welling up in her eyes as Derek's arm wrapped around her waist, pushing her behind him protectively and, Kayla forgot she was ever angry with him, the bigger issues taking 'prime time' in her brain.

"Leave. Now" Derek warned but Kayla grabbed his wrist before he pulled away, not ready to watch her cousin get slaughtered.

"Derek… I know you're an Alpha but they're dangerous okay? Allison told me… c'mon" She urged, trying to tug him backwards, trying to push away the image of Derek's K-nines hanging off that bastard's neck.

"I'll be fine" He insisted, not even looking back at her, glaring fiercely at the hulk of a man that was Brian's dad, his whole focus concentrated on him, claws elongating and his face transforming into the wolf side, eyes glowing an intense red.

If they were in a more humorous situation then Kayla would've rolled her eyes and told him to 'stop showing off' but, this was not a humorous situation, this was a bad situation, a very, very, very bad situation that really, couldn't get any worse.

Derek began to crouch down, letting out a threatening growl as a form of warning, not even paying attention to his surroundings and, suddenly, without even looking, Kayla knew, she just _knew, _someone else was in the room – she heard, with her sensitive ears, the click of their shoes on the tiled floor and their flick of a hand that disturbed the still air around them.

Crap. Not knowing what else to do, not knowing what the hell was happening or what the end result would be, Kayla jumped in front of Derek's turned back, desperately trying to do anything to protect her cousin because, she may hate him, despise him, want to lock him up and throw away the key, slam his head off a desk, hit him with Stiles' lacrosse stick, you name it she would do, but he was family and Kayla loved him – sure, they fought like cat and dog but it was because they cared, because, in ways they were so much alike they butted heads, but she still loved the guy… he was her older cousin, how could she not?

A sudden pain erupted in her abdomen, tearing its way to every nerve in her body and she winced, meeting the cool and calculated eyes of Mary… Mary, who she should've known was here, somewhere who she should've realised would try something on them but, unfortunately, she realised it too late.

The throwing knife was lodged in her stomach, not too deep in but it still caused the warm blood to trickle down her skin, making her feel faint in the head. But, if that wasn't enough, there was something else… something familiar that made her insides burn and turn her legs to jelly.

Derek's arms wrapped around her shoulders, caring and soft, totally different to what he was like five minutes ago and all Kayla could get out was one shaky word, "W-W-Wolfsbane" Before collapsing in his arms.

**A/n – Tad shorter but it's just cause of exams, longer chappies to come! Anyway, hope you liked that twist – I realise there was no Kayla/Stiles but next chapter there will be tons… sad/happy at the same time so I hope that makes up for it! Anywoo, please please review, it motivates me to much and I shall see you all next chapter **


	45. Chapter 45 - Heart of fire

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine – a massive and amazing shout out to msspicyjalapeno, VampirePrincess11, CourtneyxWolf725, BriancyyD, Stilinski's Heart, Ayine, Little Bucky, CupCakes24, Ms Isaac Lahey, cat-afterlife, spocklockholmes and MacRieve Girl for reviewing – hope y'all enjoy this chapter :)**

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><p>"Okay… ow, ow, ow, <em>ow" <em>Kayla cursed as Derek lowered them both to the ground, feeling the beginning of the effects of the Wolfs bane seep into her skin, making her feel unwell immediately, "Son of a bitch" She exclaimed through clenched teeth as Derek pulled her sideways, leaning her against the wall.

"Oh god… okay…" Derek murmured, eyes wide as he stared at her, looking panicked and, if she could, Kayla would've rolled her eyes because Derek was the one that was 'usually' able to keep his head clear in these types of situations and now he just looked completely freaked out.

Kayla cringed, knowing that if one of them didn't get that damn thing dislodged from her stomach soon then she would end up poisoned and dying at school – _at school_ of all places. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to focus on anything but the pain coursing through every nerve of her body, trying to channel her energy into something useful even though her whole body was shaking, muscles turning to slop at each second that passed.

Her hands wrapped around the hilt of the small blade, dread spreading through her body at the thought of the pain that was to come but, steeling herself, she ripped it from her stomach, a horrible, yet weird, squelching nose following soon after as the wound began to excrete more blood and _holy god_ how could anything hurt so much? Kayla had had far worse injuries than a small blade to the stomach but, honest to god, it made her want to cry.

Derek let out a sound of surprise, obviously not expecting her to get straight to the point, forehead crinkled as she threw the blade away, as far away from both of them as she could.

"D-Der… watch out" She warned, nodding her head in the direction of the two 'protectors' – even though Kayla thought they were nothing like damn protectors, more like bloody serial killers, but whatever.

Derek looked up quickly, eyes flashing red as he jumped up, getting into full 'offense' mode and, if Kayla had to admit, it was slightly scary – the pure hatred etched on his face, the 'no fear' expression firmly in place, made him look a hell of a lot scarier than anything she had ever come across – but luckily for her, they seemed to be on the same side, or at least working towards a common goal, so that was A-Okay.

She let out a sound of pain as she moved, slumping back against the wall as sweat began to build up on her forehead just by trying to move her legs and cursed internally, holding a shaky hand to her stomach that was still oozing blood. Why did it hurt so much? What the hell was happening? She glanced up, watching uselessly as Derek sidestepped any weapons thrown at him, occasionally letting out a loud roar, trying to fend them off.

But, as time went on, Kayla got dizzier, each movement she made turning more sluggish, a faint feeling of fire spreading through her veins as her eyes slid shut, trying to stay awake because, dammit, she needed to help Derek – those protectors, those hunters, whatever the hell they were – were strong and vindictive, ruthless and merciless and Kayla couldn't allow the same thing that happened to her dad and Dylan to happen to Derek. She wouldn't allow it, she _couldn't_ allow it.

Yet, the more she tried to fight back, the more she tried to pull herself up, the more unable she was to do it – it was like pushing against a brick wall and it just wouldn't budge, no matter how much she willed it to.

Her whole body slumped backwards again, slowly slipping down the wall as her hand pressed against her stab wound, biting the inside of her cheek to stop from screaming because the burning pain was not lessening like she thought it would after removing the blade. No. It was getting slowly worse and that was what made Kayla come to the conclusion – it wasn't just Wolfs bane… it was something else, something else so deadly that it was making her weak and faint and… holy crap… she was dying.

Okay… now she really was beginning to panic, not like she wasn't before, but her heart raced because she didn't want to die – obviously - she liked to be alive thank you very much but… crap, crap, crap, crap, she was full on panicking now as she tried to move her body to Derek but, alas, it didn't work – the end result was her lying on her side, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt her whole body slowly shutting off.

The door next to her got thrown open and, as her breathing was getting quicker and more ragged, trying to find Derek, to see if he was okay, in stumbled Scott and Stiles, skidding around on the floor as they took in the scene in front of them.

"What the hell is going on?" Scott mumbled and Kayla almost laughed, imagining what was going through his head at that moment, though cringed when the pain flared up in her body only one hundred times worse than before.

"G-Good timing Scotty" She mumbled and both pair of heads glanced down at her, panic flaring up in their eyes as Stiles immediately dropped to his knees and Scott stood still, jaw moving quickly as if he was debating something.

"H-Help D-Derek" She whispered, hoping he could hear her, not ready to lose another person because, there was nothing they could do for her now, what Scott needed to do was help Derek because, otherwise, things would only go from bad to worse, and that was something they couldn't afford.

Scott met her eyes, indecision shining in them but, after she nodded, he inclined his head slightly before turning around, his face transforming into the yellow eyed werewolf, getting ready to fight. A gentle pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her up against their chest.

"Oh my god… oh my god…" Stiles was repeating over and over, hands quickly wiping away the sticky hair from her forehead, thumb gently caressing her cheek, "W-What happened?… oh god…"

"M'fine" She mumbled, knowing it was a complete and utter lie but what could she really say? 'Oh yeah, by the way Stiles I'm just dying FYI' no, she couldn't do that.

He let out a sound of indignation, quickly shaking his head.

"Don't lie… I know when you're lying" He told her, and as gently as possible he took off his plaid shirt that was thrown over his T-Shirt, pressing it against her stomach making her wince because, ow, just the slightest movement made her whole body feel like it was on fire.

"Sorry" He immediately apologised and Kayla shook her head, taking a hold of one of his hands, gently trying to soothe his fingers that had a slight shake to them.

"Stiles… its fine" She told him, resting her head on his shoulder, "Promise"

"None of this is 'fine'" He screeched loudly, "You, them, this, none of it, okay?" He demanded, somewhat hysterically and Kayla knew she could not do this anymore – she couldn't just lie here, giving up – no, she was a fighter and whatever poison was running through her veins would just have to take a back seat for now because she was a Hale… she was known for being stubborn.

She sat up, cringing as the pain flared up again but she sucked in a deep breath and pushed it aside – she was _not _going to die, that she had to believe because, no – her mom needed her and who else would there be to kick Derek's ass into gear? She was not giving up because two grieving parents couldn't get over themselves long enough to hear her out, no way… not going to happen.

"W-What are you doing?" Stiles squeaked immediately, leaning forward with her, hands latching onto her waist comfortingly, keeping her in place, "Don't move okay? Please" He pleaded and she wanted to listen to him, so badly, but that would mean giving up and accepting comfort, something she wasn't prepared to do – she was no damsel in distress, and she didn't want to be.

Her eyes met Mary's – Mary, the vindictive little so and so who, honest to god, she just wanted to strangle because, on top of bloody hunters and just about everyone else they had these people? How sucky was their luck!

Her hand gripped Stiles' one, mustering up whatever strength her limbs had, which wasn't a lot, as she tottered to her feet, stumbling backwards and, she would've fallen, but Stiles, reliable Stiles was there to catch her, arms wrapping around her waist as he held them both up.

"Kayla please… don't be stupid, I need you to live okay? Please, just come with me… please" He asked in desperation, his whole voice sounding scared and pleading and she wanted to, she really did, but what about Derek? And Scott? What kind of person would she be if she didn't at least help?

Her hand worked its way over his shoulder as she held herself up, pressing herself closer to him as she quickly moved her lips to his, melting them together because Stiles shouldn't worry – he did enough worrying about Scott as it was, there was no need to worry about her… not now at least, she just wanted to put him at ease, even just slightly.

She pulled back a bit, her whole body in pain but she smiled lightly because… damn… she really did love Stiles. She didn't know why she was so scared to admit it before but, yes, yes she did… how could she not? Just the thought of him worrying made her whole body ache in worse ways and the thought of him falling by the hands of _them, _the '_protectors' _made her whole skin crawl but she was determined that was not going to happen.

Stiles' eyes were wide, the caramel brown irises full of pain and indecision and Kayla bit her lip, ignoring the steady flow of pain running from her stomach to her chest, instead choosing to actually do something useful.

"Why did it feel like you were saying goodbye?" Stiles croaked, his voice quiet and soft and Kayla frowned, tilting her head to the side – she didn't mean for it to come out like that because she was not dying, not any time soon at least, they were all going to have to put up with her for a little while longer but… but it was more of a 'just in case'.

"You think I'm going to go that easily? Please" She scoffed light-heartedly, "Just… can you help me? Please?" She asked, her voice getting weaker but she tried to project some confidence into it, to try and show Stiles that she really was fine and by no means dying, even though it sure as hell felt like it. If she were a werewolf then Stiles would be her anchor, someone who kept her in control and grounded and, although she was something else, it was still the same concept. He gave her power, he gave her strength – god, so cliché but true.

Stiles' eyes were watering and her heart clenched painfully because that pained look should never be seen on his face, it was unacceptable yet it was still there and it made her just want to hug him and never let go.

"I hope you mean helping you get out of here or else it's a no Kayla… I'm not letting my girlfriend bleed to death doing something stupid okay? It's not going to happen… never, never ever, a million percent no…" But what Stiles didn't realise was that he was holding her hand, keeping her close to him and that helped immensely. She found her bearings again even if it were just for a minute, but it helped, greatly, as she tried to channel all that anger she was feeling when she, accidentally she might add, made the windows explode.

She remembered the hatred and anger, the lividness and the betrayal she had felt, tightening her grip on Stiles' hand to keep her grounded, tuning out, with great difficulty, the sound of his panicked shout in her ear because, just hearing how his voice cracked made her want to give up and save her energy but she couldn't, because, how selfish would that have been?

Remembering the emotions as clear as day she peeled her eyes open, fixing her furious glowing gaze on Mary and her husband, her mind warning them to '_back off'_ from her friends and family and, by whatever miracle, it worked – she didn't know how, maybe because she knew it was life or death, but it worked, and that was the main thing.

Mary and her husband both got thrown back in the air, backs slamming into the hard, stone wall before falling to the floor, completely unconscious and Kayla gaped because she had no idea it would work, especially considering she was kind of dying, but just details right?

She allowed a little celebratory dance in her head but, that too, was cut short when a sudden pain erupted in her heart, making her stagger sideways, straight into Stiles' waiting arms who caught her expertly and gently, lowering them both to the floor.

"Hoy god… oh my god… what happened? Are you okay? We need to stop the bleeding – Scott, Derek… for the love of god guys, now… oh god…" Stiles was rattling off things a hundred miles an hour and she couldn't register what he was saying but, not long after he screamed that in desperation, Scott and Derek soon made their way over, Scott standing up near-by, running a hand through his tousled hair and Derek dropped to his knees in front of her.

"C'mon Derek, you're the big bad Alpha… _do something_" Stiles demanded, sounding angrier and angrier, "What use are you if you can't even do something as simple as stopping bleeding?" And Kayla took in a slow breath, trying not to aggravate the pain in her chest because, oh god, Stiles' didn't know it had Wolfs Bane _and _some other kind of poison on the blade… he thought it was just something as simple as a stab wound, easily treatable and straightforward.

She met Derek's intense gaze, a million words passing between the two as Kayla told him through her stare that it was far more serious than that and Derek accepting it, a new found determination burning in his eyes. He tore off his leather jacket, gently spreading it over her torso, tucking it in at the sides which Kayla was thankful for because she was starting to feel cold despite the sweat dripping from every pore in her body.

"I'm going to call Jody – she'll know what to do… maybe there's something in your genes that could help" Derek said determinedly, leaning back on his knees and pulling his phone from his pocket, standing up and walking to the side, keeping his voice low as he talked over the phone.

"For god's sake… great use he is" Stiles fumed and Kayla patted his hand comfortingly, trying to get him to relax because she could feel every muscle in his body taut tight, "Shows how much he cares about family" And Kayla bit her lip, glancing down because, ouch, that hurt. Scott must've seen the look that flitted across her face because he stepped closer, a soft look plastered on his face.

"Stiles… it's okay, calm down" He advised but, clearly, Stiles wasn't taking heed of that advice.

"Ca-Calm down?" He demanded, "You want me to calm down? Have you seen the situation we're in? This is not a good situation Scott, this is a very, very bad situation and I will _not_ listen to you and 'calm down'" Stiles fumed and Kayla flinched slightly, her heart feeling like it was getting electrocuted and cut up all at once.

"It's going to be okay" Stiles immediately soothed, gently caressing the side of her face, getting any stray hair away from her face, "You'll see – we'll come up with some super smart plan and you'll be back to kicking ass in no time – probably my ass if I'm to be honest" And Kayla gave a light chuckle, hoping it was true but, just by glancing up at Derek's face she knew it wasn't 'good' news.

"What did mom say?" She asked, croakier than she would have liked but Derek still heard her, a look of shock plastered on his face.

"There's a way to get the poison from your system" He told her, but his voice sounded detached and empty and she knew there was something else… probably something bad he wasn't telling her.

"See? Great… let's do it – now preferably" Stiles exclaimed but Kayla just raised her eyebrows at Derek, "But…? You have that 'but' look on your face… just tell me" She told him, a shiver running over her skin as her legs began to go numb, sending a jolt of shock through her body.

"But…" Derek gulped, meeting her gaze, "Your heart has to have stopped" Okay wow - that was the last thing she was expecting

"W-What? What kind of crazy, deluded plan is that? You've lost your mind… her heart can't stop… stopping hearts means dead and she sure as hell is not dying on me" Stiles claimed, tightening his grip on her and Kayla gulped, trying to resolve herself, sorting out her emotions.

"I hope you're good at CPR" She said finally to the, now, dreadfully quiet room, "Because if not I will haunt all your asses till the end of time, you hear me? Cause there's still a good twenty three things on my bucket list" She added, each breath getting harder to take in as her chest tightened and constricted. Scott gaped at her, as though he couldn't believe she had just said that, whereas Derek let a very small smile grace his lips but Stiles… Stiles was the difficult one.

"Have you all completely _lost the plot_?" He demanded, "Nobody is dying, nobody's heart is stopping, nobody is performing CPR on _anyone…_ no, no, no, did I mention NO" He added defiantly and Kayla intertwined their fingers, trying to do anything to calm him down.

"And then what?" She asked Derek, knowing that his plan, whether good or not, would have to be put in action very soon because 'heart attack' was definitely on the 'what's happening now' list and it was not a good feeling, that's for sure.

"We wait at least two minutes until the rare poison has died in your system before reviving you" Derek explained, kneeling back down again and Kayla nodded, knowing they didn't exactly have much options left.

The pain flared up again, making her whole body spasm in Stiles' arms and she screwed her eyes shut, unable to speak now because of the pain in her chest, or rather, her heart and, by god… ow, ow, ow, that was all she could think.

"And what if it doesn't work?" Stiles screeched, "We should be getting her to a hospital"

"And then what?" Derek snapped, "She die there – is that what you would prefer? Do you really want that? Because I sure as hell don't, it's my fault this happened and I'm going to fix it" Derek stated in a cold, hard voice, but Kayla could hardly hear him anymore, too lost in her own little pain-filled world to notice much.

She assumed Stiles didn't give up much of a fight because she didn't hear Derek and him going at it like cat and dog so she relaxed, slumping down even further in his arms, breathing quick and laboured as the pain amped up even further, her whole heart encased in fire.

She felt Derek's hand resting on her knee and Scott's presence close by as well as, most importantly, Stiles' grip tighten around her torso, keeping her grounded, just like he always did. But, Kayla really hoped Derek meant what he said – that he knew CPR – or else she was seriously screwed, and not in the good way either, but she had to trust them, she had to trust them all with her life which was a feeling Kayla had never really felt before – she was used to being in control not… vulnerable and scared like she felt now.

"Kaylz… we're gonna bring you back... I promise… you know why?" Stiles whispered quietly and sadly in her ear, like, really quietly she could barely make him out but she reached out, holding onto his voice like an anchor in the dark, "Because I love you" He whispered even more quietly than before and Kayla couldn't hear what he was saying, it just came out a fuzzy, jumbled mess of words but, whatever he said it gave her a sense of calm and trust and she fell into blackness… hoping it wouldn't be forever.

**A/N) Would I be that mean to kill Kayla? Ha – don't answer that! Anyway, my exams are finished this week so I'll have an extra-long chapter ready and waiting at the weekend but, maybe in the meantime, you could leave your thoughts behind? My eternal gratitude to you all, their serious motivators… see you next chapter x :)**


	46. Chapter 46 - You're welcome?

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><p>Stiles took a shuddering breath, his heart dropping to the base of his stomach. He felt Kayla slump down further in his arms, head lolling to the side and his first thought was 'oh crap'. Yes, a stupid and rather simplistic thought when your girlfriend 'dies' but, at that moment, he didn't have the brain capacity for anything else.<p>

Then, just a second later it all hit him at once – like a full on avalanche of thoughts, emotions and memories that made his whole body feel fuzzy and numb. Did that actually just happen? Did Kayla just…? Was it all going to be okay? And what definition of 'okay' would it be – his definition of rainbows and candy canes or Derek's definition of it where 'okay' consisted of as limited bloodshed as possible. He really hoped it was the first one because if not he would literally lose his _fricking mind._

He flashbacked to when his mom died and how he had seen everything, how he had been there in her room, watching as she took her last breath and it had killed him inside and now the same thing was happening only a few years down the line and, oh god, no way… Stiles was not ready to experience that same feeling again – nope, no, a hundred times no… it hurt enough the first time and, if the feeling of glass shards in his heart was anything to go by, then the second time wouldn't be any easier.

His hands were still latched onto Kayla's waist and her dead weight was leaning on his upper body. Dead weight. Dead weight. _Dead weight. _His hands shook because, oh god, he had just acknowledged it, he had acknowledged something that he promised he wouldn't because he had hope and faith or whatever the hell else you wanted to call it – dead. Dead as in gone. Dead as in dead. Dead as in his mom. He felt tears prickling his eyes, threatening to spill forth because… because… because…

"Stilinski" A hard voice snapped, pulling him from his blurred thoughts as he looked up into Derek's concentrated and intense stare, his pale green eyes focused and slightly scary, "Lay her flat – Scott, time two minutes" Derek ordered yet Stiles still heard a distinctive shake to his voice. Stiles shook his head slowly, unable to process what he had said, the words sounding alien to him – not that he had heard the alien language before but, whatever.

He looked down numbly, tightening his grip on Kayla because, no, he wasn't going to let her go – not now, not ever, no one else was going to hurt her. He shook his head defiantly, bottom lip beginning to quiver as he pulled her closer.

"Stilinski, we don't have time for-" Derek began to say, getting angrier and angrier, looking to be on the verge of having an angered breakdown but, Stiles saw from the corner of his eye, Scott place a hand on Derek's shoulder as he knelt down next to them, a soft look plastered on his face.

"Stiles… it's gonna be okay… we know how to fix her but you have to let us help" Scott implored and Stiles looked up into his compassionate brown eyes, knowing that, in the logical part of his brain, it made sense, they knew the cure but his heart and irrational side of his mind were screaming that, no, she was a hell of a lot safer here with him than with werewolves of all people – it was because of the supernatural that all this shit had happened in the first place.

"Stiles" Derek spoke up, a lot softer than before yet still with a hint of urgency and Stiles looked up, meeting his eyes, anger and sadness radiating from every pore of his body, "If you meant what you said before… let her go" And that, right there, made Stiles stop breathing for a second.

He had just told her he loved her as a spur of the moment thing, rather last minute, just in case… well, just in case – she probably didn't even hear it anyway but he knew, as he felt her slipping away, that if he didn't at least say it once then he would regret it for the rest of his life – like he had with his mom. He nodded, not even in the right mind to begin blushing because Derek frigging Hale, Kayla's cousin who, rather conveniently, happened to be a blooming Alpha, had heard him say that, slowly loosening his grip on her limp body and laying her flat on the floor as comfortably as possible.

"Okay, we just have to wait – Scott you're timing right?" Derek demanded, glancing at Scott over his shoulder and Scott nodded, gulping nervously as he held up his phone and, already, thirty nine seconds had ticked by and Stiles felt anticipation building up in every nerve of his body – if Derek was right and they only had to wait two minutes then they only had another… one minute twenty one seconds left before everything would get back to normal, and Stiles severely needed things to be 'normal', or as close to that as they could get, really soon before he completely lost it.

"What… what was it anyway?" Scott piped up after a few seconds and when both he and Derek sent him confused glances he elaborated, "The poison… thing…?" He trailed off, looking down guiltily when Stiles wiped at his eyes and Derek inhaled quickly.

"A mixture between Wolfsbane and ancient Brazilian herbs… according to Jody it was used to kill of any encantados that emerged from the water but because K-K-Kayla-"Derek stumbled over his cousin's name, "Only has the gene it wasn't as quick working as it would've been" He explained and it fell silent again, Stiles automatically reaching out and stroking Kayla's long hair as it pooled around her and, god, it just made Stiles' heart hurt even more because why did it have to happen? Why did all this drama have to fall on their laps? It wasn't fair.

The silence was almost deafening until the door to the classroom got opened and Stiles looked up in both shock and fear because, no, no one was supposed to see this – they would freak out, call an ambulance, alert the whole fricking school and no, that couldn't happen, Stiles wouldn't allow it – but soon a tad of relief spread through his veins when he saw it was just Allison… Allison who was clued in on all of this.

"I've been looking for you guys eve-"Allison trailed off, her mouth gaping open, shock evident in her eyes as she looked down at the scene unfolding, eyes flitting to the side and seeing the two unconscious 'protectors' before looking back down again, looking speechless.

"Allison" Scott exclaimed, jumping to his feet and rushing over to the door, slamming it shut, brown eyes wide and panicked, just the same as Stiles felt because if things from now on doesn't run smoothly then everything would go to hell, and that was something Stiles couldn't let happen.

"W-What… wha-"She stuttered and Stiles blinked rapidly, clearing away the tears because he had to be strong right now, Kayla needed him to be. Scott ran over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her over to the door, eyes urgent.

"Allison… everything's fine but we need you to keep an eye on the door, don't let anyone in okay?" Scott pleaded and Stiles nodded urgently, gnawing on his bottom lip in worry.

"But… but…" Allison trailed off helplessly, eyes as wide as saucers but Scott pulled her closer to the door, hands gently caressing her shoulder to try and ease her worry, "Just trust me okay?" Scott implored and Stiles looked over his shoulder just as Allison swallowed nervously but nodded all the same, and Stiles had never been so happy for Scott and Allison's 'Romeo and Juliet' type relationship before, fully prepared to send them a fruit basket or something.

"Scott. Time" Derek barked urgently and Stiles glanced up quickly, heart thudding in his chest as Scott looked at his phone, eyes going comically wide, "One minute fifty seven seconds" He rushed out and, before Stiles could even process that, Derek had leapt into action, kneeling over Kayla, straightening out her limp body, tilting her head backwards, clasping his two large hands together and pressing them directly over her heart, not even preparing himself before he begun the whole resuscitation process.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

Stiles chewed nervously on his thumb nail, every inch of his body screaming for this to work.

Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

Stiles felt his whole body shake, nervousness and dread sitting at the bottom of his stomach, fear evident on his face.

Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three. Twenty four compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

"Dammit Kayla, c'mon" Derek demanded, an intense look plastered on his face and Stiles let out a choked noise, pain clawing through his chest because this was not supposed to happen, none of this was supposed to happen.

Twenty five. Twenty six. Twenty seven. Twenty eight. Twenty nine. Thirty. Thirty one. Thirty two compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

Stiles didn't even have the energy to stop the flow of tears running down his cheeks at this point, he didn't even care he was crying in front of others because the pain and shock was full on absolute.

Stiles saw Derek begin to falter, sadness showing through the cracks in his façade, whole face fallen and Stiles' heart clenched painfully because, with a daunting feeling, he knew it was all or nothing.

Thirty three. Thirty four. Thirty five. Thirty six. Thirty seven. Thirty eight. Thirty nine. Forty compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

Stiles' face crumpled in on itself, sobs threatening to break through whatever little composure he had left, which wasn't a lot.

Forty one. Forty two. Forty three. Forty four. Forty five. Forty six. Forty seven. Forty eight compressions. Mouth to mouth. Nothing.

Derek leant back, hands visibly shaking, looking defeated, tears burning their way to the front of his eyes and Stiles looked up in shock, numbly shaking his head back and forth.

"W-Why are you stopping?" He demanded, his voice crackling, "You're not supposed to stop – you told her… you told her it would work" He added helplessly and Derek met his gaze, pale green eyes full of loss and, oh boy, that just angered Stiles even more – Kayla was only like this, dead, because of _him, _because she saved him and this was what she got in return? Her cousin giving up on her?

"It's not working" Derek claimed feebly, arms shaking as they fell to his side, eyes unfocused and Stiles looked around desperately, eyes falling on Scott and Allison standing idly at the side, disbelief written all over their faces.

Stiles' chest tightened making it hard for him to breathe, his whole body going into shock because, the whole time, he thought everything would turn out okay, he trusted Derek because Kayla is, was, is, was, is, was, he couldn't make his mind up, family, and family were supposed to fight hard for each other – only now he wished he hadn't, he regretted it more than anything.

Then, like a miracle, one that Stiles was more than grateful for, Kayla began coughing, like full blown hacking coughs as she sprung up into a sitting position, gulping back mouthfuls of air like it was gold. Stiles' eyes widened dramatically, as he was sure everyone else's had, as he stared at her, relief running through every muscle, nerve and tendon in his body – and no, he wasn't exaggerating, just seeing her breathing it made him feel on top of the world.

"Well…" Kayla said croakily, winding an arm around her torso, still breathing deeply, "You lot look like you've seen a ghost" She exhaled, raising her eyebrows, a relieved yet somewhat playful look plastered on her face and Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding because, damn, trust her to break the silence.

Derek stared at Kaya as if he couldn't believe his eyes before pulling her forward quickly, wrapping his arms around her, hell, he was practically smothering her, "Don't do that. Ever. Again" He demanded, though Stiles heard how relieved he was and felt the exact same way.

"I'll try not to" She quipped as he let her go, "But it's not entirely my fault that two completely crazy psychopaths tried to-"But Stiles reached forward urgently, grabbing her wrist in his hand, a look of intense concentration plastered on his face as he searched desperately for a pulse, logically knowing it had to be there – she was breathing, talking, moving, making sarcastic little remarks but he just _needed _to feel it for himself, just to make sure, he didn't want a repeat performance of before.

"Stiles?" He heard Kayla ask in confusion but he tuned out her voice, despite it sounding like music to his ears right now, he couldn't indulge yet, not before he made sure, he didn't need any more heartbreak.

And there it was – the steady pulsating of the _thump thump _that was her pulse and Stiles let out an audible whoosh of air, whole body feeling as though he was on ecstasy – well he assumed anyway – not even thinking before yanking her forward in relief, Kayla letting out a low 'oomph' as she hit his chest and Stiles wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her shoulder as he tried to compose himself, overcome with so many emotions he thought he may just explode – whether in song and dance or tears he didn't know.

"I'm fine" Kayla mumbled and Stiles almost scoffed at that – really? She was? Because, he may be wrong here but he was almost one hundred percent sure she was dead just a minute before, but just details right? "At least, I don't think I'm a zombie or anything" And Stiles let out a small chuckle in relief, pulling back just ever so slightly but still keeping a firm grip on her.

"That's a plus" He muttered back, allowing a small smile to grace his lips because sure, she looked pale and ill and mega tired but, in all reality, just seeing her bright green eyes again was enough to put his mind at rest.

A deliberate cough made Stiles break eye contact with her and look to the side, seeing Derek sending them both an unimpressed stare and Stiles gulped, leaning back, feeling the familiar effects of a blush take hold and cursed his pale skin.

Kayla rolled her eyes and Stiles felt her press herself against his side, intertwining their fingers – something he was incredibly thankful for right about now, especially after everything that had happened.

"What do you remember?" Derek asked, eyes glued on Kayla's reaction and Stiles' heart stopped for a moment, eyes going as wide as saucers because, crap, he had forgotten he had basically spilled his heart in front of everyone and Kayla 'dying' in his arms was definitely not how he imagined telling her he loved her – no way. Yet, a part of him kind of hoped she had heard what he said and took it on board but, the scared part of him, was terrified of rejection.

"Uh… I don't know, it's kind of blurry – not much really" She shrugged and Stiles felt both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Relieved because he was wanting to say it in a really spectacular way, sometime meaningful where, fingers crossed, she might say it back yet he was disappointed because after finally admitting it out loud in front of witnesses it all meant nothing.

He felt his face fall and Derek sent him a weird and as sympathetic glance as Derek could probably muster and he glanced to the side, seeing Scott wince, quite loudly he might add, and Kayla must've picked up on it because she looked between all of them, an inquisitive look plastered on her face.

"Uh… why… I didn't do something embarrassing did I?" She asked and Stiles kept his eyes averted, praying to god no one would say anything, "Or anyone confess their undying love for me?" She chuckled teasingly, sounding more like herself ever second and Stiles almost choked at how right she was, his face turning beet root red as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"You wish" Derek scoffed though he sent Stiles a very obvious look, one which Stiles wasn't all that fond of, before holding out his hand to Kayla, which she accepted civilly, stumbling to her feet.

"I would get that patched up" Derek nodded to her stomach which she was holding a hand to, letting out the occasional wince, "And go to bed" He ordered but, as Stiles leapt to his feet to stand behind Kayla, just in case she did collapse again, he saw her shaking her head.

"No way… look, I'm grateful for you saving me and everything, like super-duper in your debt but I'm not stupid – you're an Alpha, tonight's the full moon… you're gonna need our help with newbie werewolves running about the place" Kayla told him, crossing her arms, "And don't give me that look" She said, pointing a finger in Derek's face when he looked like he was going to interrupt her, "I know you better than you think… unfortunately"

Stiles looked between the two in both worry and awe because, two minutes ago Derek was doing everything in his power to save her and now they looked ready to butt heads again – maybe he should just take a couple of steps back for safety reasons, arguments between those two were known to get heated.

"I have Scott" Derek replied, crossing his arms, matching her stance.

"Ah ha" Kayla smiled triumphantly, "So you admit you turned someone then" She exclaimed and Derek looked ready to kick himself, "Who is it?"

"Urghhh" He ground out in frustration, "...Isaac Lahey, now do I have to get interrogated right now when I'm needed to save his ass?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows and Stiles glanced at Kayla as she hummed, obviously thinking things over.

"Hmmm, let me think about that for a minute" Kayla said sarcastically, "Ha, no… you need my help"

"No I don't, what I need is for you to get some rest" Derek ordered, before swivelling his gaze to Stiles and pointing a threatening finger in his direction, "You might actually prove useful – get her home and keep her there… at least until the school day is over" And Stiles gulped but nodded all the same, knowing it would be for the best but slightly scared because trying to keep _a Hale_ of all people under control? Darn near impossible.

"Y-Yeah… sure" Stiles nodded and Kayla spun around on her heel, looking at him in astonishment, "Since when do you two play on the same team? You hate each other" She stated, cocking an eyebrow ad Stiles gulped again, feeling his heart rate increase because, damn, how could she do that? Just… look at him and make him feel like he was falling apart into a stuttering, fumbling mess.

"Just because I hate him it doesn't mean I can't admit he's good at keeping you under control" Derek sighed, rolling his eyes and Kayla snorted, "I'm not a wild animal" She gave a really dramatic roll of the eyes, exactly the same as Derek had just done and all Stiles could think was 'crickey – are they alike or what?'

"… Would someone like to tell me what the _hell_ is going on?" Allison finally exclaimed, looking between them and the fallen protectors, a shocked and bewildered look on her face.

"I'll explain as I walk you to your next class" Scott finally sighed, taking Allison's hand but she pulled it away, striding forward and wrapping her arms around Kayla's neck, pulling her into a tight girly hug that, obviously, Kayla wasn't ready for because she fell into Allison's arms, awkwardly patting her back like she didn't know what to do.

"We'll deal with it okay?" Allison asked, pulling back and sending Kayla a really serious look, "Don't worry"

"Uh…" Kayla trailed off, nodding her head, "… Sure, okay"

"You're still going to worry aren't you?" Allison asked with a smirk and Kayla let out a loud 'pffft'.

"It's more like ten percent worry and the rest wondering how much legal fees it will cost to get you lot out of jail" She smiled and Derek gave Kayla one last worried look before bowing out of the room, waiting outside for Scott and Allison and while Kayla and Allison chatted Scott grabbed his arm, hauling him to the side of the room, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Dude…. Dude…. I…" Scott trailed off, keeping his voice lowered, "I know this is probably the last thing on your mind right now but… dude… you love her" He exclaimed, his voice going a few octaves higher than normal and Stiles slapped a hand over his best friends' mouth, glancing around nervously.

"Shut up" He hissed urgently, "Shut up"

"Y'u lo'e h'r St's – th'ts gr-at" Scott mumbled against his palm and Stiles let out a disgusted noise, pulling away his hand as if it were on fire and wiping it on his pants leg, curling his lip because he really did _not_ need Scott's salvia on him right now.

"Ewwww… what?" Stiles asked, scrunching up his face as he stared at Scott's elated face.

"I said 'you love her Stiles – that's great'" Scott smiled, like a really dopey smile and Stiles cringed internally, not quite sure what was so great about it right now.

"Yeah… so great she can't even remember me saying it, or even the fact that what made me do it was because she was dying – yeah, that's just _so great, _I mean really, really _fabulous" _Stiles exclaimed as quietly as he could, fully aware of the fact that just outside the classroom was Derek and even closer was Kayla – Kayla who just happened to have heightened senses now… great.

"Well of course she didn't hear you… she was dying" Scott pointed out, ever so helpfully, "But she's not now… go on, tell her" Scott urged, raising his eyebrows over in Kayla's direction and Stiles choked, shaking his head wildly.

"Wha- No… no, no, not now okay? No" He stated, shaking his head quickly, "Because I'm weak minded and scared of rejection from the female gender, especially because, for once, I'm actually doing alright in that department so _you_" He pointed a finger in Scott's face, making his friend go cross-eyed, "You are not going to utter a word. Not. A. Single. Word" He threatened, probably not looking very intimidating but, yes, fine, he was scared, probably more scared than he was fighting down the Alpha.

"She's not going to reject you" Scott said before his eyes went wide and his cheeks went red, suddenly looking guilty as though he knew something Stiles didn't, instantly making him nervous.

"How do you know?" Stiles asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing, "Do you know something about my relationship that I don't?"

"Uh… n…no" Scott claimed and Stiles didn't believe him one bit, he was a terrible liar, "Oh look at that. The time – Allison… you'll be late for your next class… let's go" Scott rushed out, hurrying over to Allison as Stiles tried to reach out to grab his arm but he was too slow as Scott had already escaped "I'll get Derek to, uh, put them somewhere" He added, nodding his head over to the protectors who were still unconscious and Stiles glanced over to them, blood boiling because they were evil – pure and simple – maybe even worse than Peter. At least Peter had a reason, albeit, a very deluded and crazy reason, but his anger stemmed from somewhere – the 'protectors' were heartless and, by god, Stiles wanted to rip their heads off. They had hurt Kayla, she could've died – hell, she did die - maybe they should get a taste of their own medicine.

He walked over to Kayla, his keen eyes catching onto the fact she was cold – a trail of Goosebumps littered her bare arms and, without even thinking, he stripped off his plaid shirt, placing it gently over her shoulders and Kayla smiled at him in thanks and, just that one simple gesture, made his heart thud about a million miles an hour – it was weird, like, every time she smiled he would get all tingly and hyper and he could've sworn to god her smile and laugh was infectious, it was like some funky drug that he couldn't get enough of.

"Thanks" She smiled, taking his hand and pulling him from the room, past Derek who walked back in, a look of determination plastered on his face, past Scott and Allison who had a knowing look glinting in their eyes, making sweat break out on his palms because, oh dear god, how come everyone else knew how he was feeling, everyone bar the frigging girl he was _actually _in love with.

Fan-flipping-tastic.

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><p>"Ow" Stiles heard Kayla cringe and winced himself, his hands slightly shaky as he continued to apply antiseptic cream to her stab wound that, thankfully, was not serious – at least, not serious when they had cured her from the poison.<p>

"Sorry" Stiles immediately apologised, sending her a 'I'm-so-incredibly-sorry' look, "I'm almost done though" He added, finishing up applying the cream and pulling out the wad of bandages from the first aid kit. Currently they were sitting in Kayla's bedroom, him leaning forward on one of her computer chairs and her perching at the end of her large bed, holding up her top as he tended to her injury as carefully and delicately as he could – which took quite a bit of effort if he did say so himself.

"It's fine – I trust you" She murmured, sending a wave of warmth through his body and a spur of confidence run through his veins – it was weird how the simplest thing could make him feel as if he was walking on air.

He unrolled the bandages and, as gently as possible, pressed them against the skin of her stomach, skin that was incredibly soft and smooth and, okay Stiles, he cursed himself, you're getting side-tracked – anyway… onto more serious matters, he wrapped the bandages around her stomach, covering the wound and pinned them together, keeping them in place with a pin and, happy with his work, he leant backwards, dramatically wiping at his brow because, by god, that was serious work – he would never have the patience to be a bloody doctor, that's for sure.

"You're quite the handy man" Kayla smirked, "Should I start calling you 'Doctor Stilinski# now?" Kayla smirked and Stiles exhaled loudly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hey, whatever floats your boat" He replied teasingly, glad to leave behind the serious matters because, Kayla was right in front of him, she was fine and breathing and that was all that mattered.

"But seriously, thank you" She smiled warmly, one hand gently resting on his neck, thumb caressing his cheek and _oh god_… "You always seem to just… know…" She trailed off, slowly leaning forward to press her lips to his, the action resembling a feather like touch, the simple move making his mind go numb, "Know what?" He mumbled in a daze, voice husky as he stared at her.

"Everything" She chuckled, lips quirking and Stiles' eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, a sudden want running through his body and she leant forwards again, lips pressed more firmly against his own and, by god, how could something so simple feel so _god damn good?_

Kayla's other hand landed on the hem of his T-shirt and, with a small jolt, Stiles felt it slip up underneath the thin fabric, her nimble fingers gently caressing the muscles in his stomach and, okay, whoa… no seriously, whoa…

Stiles' own hands worked their way into her long hair because, seriously, her hair was amazing – like… soft silk that just felt so good in his hands and kissed her back, moulding their lips together, moving together in unison.

Kayla's hand that was resting on the side of his neck moved further back, wrapping around the nape of his neck and gently pulled him even further forward causing Stiles to clumsily fall out of the chair in a haste to keep his lips still firmly attached to hers as she fell backwards, pulling Stiles on top of her and Stiles kept his palms pressed on either side of Kayla, keeping his weight off her just in case he accidentally hurt her, especially with her being in such a fragile state right now – oh god, if she heard him say that then she would go completely nuts because Kayla hated being viewed as 'fragile' - maybe because in reality she was as tough as nails.

His mind flashbacked to yesterday when, embarrassingly enough, they got caught doing this – twice, just his luck huh? – but just thinking of that, of how intimate they had gotten made his whole body flush and a certain, uh, reaction to come alive.

"Um…" He mumbled against her lips, face flushing beet root red, "Uh… I kind of promised Derek I would, uh…" He trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek in concentration.

"… Keep me under control?" Kayla finished his sentence, smirking as she glanced down, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her giggles, something else so simple that was such a turn on right now and, oh dear god Stiles…

"Yeah… yes, that – that was what I promised" He rushed out, "And, uh, I do really think you need to r-rest… being dead sounds stressful" He added, gulping to try and control his breathing rate.

"I don't know whether to curse your gentleman side or embrace it" Kayla teased, dropping her arms to her sides, a playful look on her face and Stiles felt relieved that she didn't take it the wrong way – he knew some girls would think it was because the guy wasn't that into it or whatever when, in fact, it was the complete opposite – Stiles was far _too_ into it to think rationally.

He laughed in relief, rolling off her onto the bed beside her, whole body just craving the contact again, "It's not because I don't want to… y'know… or be with you… it's just cause…" He trailed off, stuck for words but Kayla grabbed his hand, gently caressing the back of his palm.

"I know" She finished his sentence again, just seeming to know what he was trying to say even if Stiles, himself, didn't, "But you're right I am kind of tired" She admitted before sending him a playful warning look, "And don't say 'I told you so'" She smirked, hauling herself up, letting out a very small wince as she held a hand to her stomach, walking over to her drawers and pulling out a more comfortable outfit rather than her denim shorts and tight vest top.

"I told you so" Stiles immediately said for the hell of it, trying to keep a light-hearted tone as he sat up, beginning to, subtly, fan himself down. Kayla sent him a hundred watt smile over her shoulder as she walked over to her bathroom and Stiles watched her go, his whole body itching to just be able to hold her again – darn, he was beginning to get extremely clingy and cliché but, seriously, was this what being in love felt like? Because, damn… it was pretty amazing.

So Derek, Scott and now probably Allison knew he loved her and that kind of irked at Stiles – he didn't know why, maybe it was because it took away the surprise of it all, maybe because word spreads fast and the one thing he didn't want to happen was for Kayla to hear it from someone else or over hear someone talking about it which, knowing his luck would probably happen, but… he was just scared.

Scared because he didn't want to say it and it be taken as some sort of joke. He really did love her and sure, it was early days, but it was an early love and he was sure these feelings that he was having would only surely continue to increase all the time. That's what love was right?

"Kaylz wait" He rushed out urgently, jumping from the bed, limbs shaking from nervousness as she turned around just as she reached the bathroom door, raising her eyebrows in a questioning look.

"I just… uh… today, when you were… not h-here, it just… it made me… it…" He stuttered, taking a few careful steps closer to her, breathing irregular as he met her bright green gaze, "I-It hurt… and not just in the guilty way but I mean it really, really hurt… and… and I knew that there is just something about you, something that makes me go crazy" He explained, beginning to ramble, "Like… like I feel so… high for lack of a better word and… and…" He trailed off, taking in a deep breath, meeting her eyes, searching for whatever courage he had buried deep inside, needing it now more than ever.

"W-What I'm trying to say is… is…" He was getting breathless now, struggling for air, "Is-that-I-love-you" He rushed out, placing his hands on his hips, mentally patting himself on the back yet also kicking himself too – there was no going back now, he had said it and he would just have to deal with the consequences.

Kayla's eyebrows just about reached her hairline as she stared at him, a mixture of confusion, shock and fear spread out over her face but, before Stiles could run from the house in complete mortification like he wanted to, her rigid posture relaxed and Stiles tilted his head to the side, desperate for her to say something, hell, anything would do right about now.

"Thank-you" She muttered, seeming to be in a daze as she shut the bathroom door behind her and Stiles pointed a finger at the closed door, his mind not processing what had just happened.

"… You're welcome?" It came out as more of a question that a definite statement but once Stiles' thoughts had caught up with him he gaped. What the hell had just happened?

**A.N) I'm evil, I know! Ha! So yeah, in the next couple of chapters Erica will show up so even MORE setbacks/drama for these two ha! So please leave your thoughts below, they're serious motivators, and I will update within the next few days! See ya next chapter **


	47. Chapter 47 - Passion

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><p>Now, Kayla was normally quite a quick thinker – she was known for thinking on her feet and always being able to make a snarky remark, hell, sometimes she was sure her brain was going to overheat with the speed of her thoughts but, seriously, now, her brain just didn't work. Simple as that.<p>

She closed the bathroom door, turning around and leaning against it, taking a deep breath, her body about to grab a towel and some body wash so she could have a quick shower, completely oblivious to the slow workings of her mind.

Then, all of a sudden, the ball dropped and her heart skipped a beat. Did… did that just happen? Did Stiles just…? Did he…? Did she…? What? What the hell? Holy god. Oh my god. Flebabalahsymsnsksks – that was basically her train of thought because, _holy frigging god, _Stiles just said those big three words, simple words yet they held so much meaning and she had said 'thank you'?

"Thank you" Kayla mumbled, giving a small shake of the head, "Thank you? I said _frigging thank you?" _She exclaimed, her breathing pace picking up, running a nervous hand through her long hair as she stared around her bathroom, searching for anything to do or say, anything that would make up for this because, out of all the things to say, she had said _thank you. _What a complete and utter idiot.

"Uh… um…." Kayla hummed and ha'd, twisting around on the spot, complete mortification plastered on her face because… because… what the holy hell? She sucked in a deep breath, leaning on the sink and staring at her reflection in the mirror, the very same panicked and confused eyes looking back. She knew what she _should_ do but, honest to god, it terrified her – not that there was anything wrong with 'love' but it was just so serious and deep and Kayla had never been 'serious' and 'deep before'.

Honestly though, when she thought of how serious and nervous and cute Stiles had looked when he said those words, looking so sincere and heartfelt it did make a warm shiver of happiness run up her spine because, sure, she loved Stiles… but was she _in love w_ith him?

"Urghh" She groaned, giving a quick shake of the head, "Suck it up – you're a flipping Hale for crying out loud… Hales don't run away from problems" She murmured to herself, plucking up every ounce of courage in her bones because, god, feelings were so damn complicated. She knew how much she liked Stiles, how he could leave her with a knot in her stomach or a playful grin on her face, how he always just seemed to be there for her and just about everyone else to lean on and her, cowering in the bathroom, was not helping – hell, it just wasn't fair, straight up.

She took a step towards the threshold, placing a shaky hand on the door knob, giving herself one last push before swinging the door open and stepping into her bedroom, stomach dropping at the thought that she, with her stupid, idiotic big mouth, had just ruined everything.

"I'm-I'm sorry" She said, chewing the inside of her cheek as she stared at Stiles who was still standing in the middle of her room, hands placed on his hips, a wide eyed and slightly fallen look on his face that made her heart clench, "I-I didn't mean thank you, well, I did but not like that… it came out completely wrong and super bitchy… I just… I just meant… that…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her mouth at the way Stiles was staring at her, as if his whole world has just crashed down around him.

"Save it" He told her, his voice crackling slightly and a lot harder than usual, "I know rejection when I see it – I've had a whole life time of it, I'm an expert by now" He let out a humourless chuckle, caramel brown eyes boring into hers, "I'll just go" He added, turning away from her and picking his jacket up from the nearby chair, his posture slumped.

"No… No you don't have to go" She said urgently, taking a few steps forward so she was closer to him but she could practically feel the hurt rolling off him in waves so she stayed where she was, keeping her distance, "I don't want you to go"

"Well what I want and you want are two completely different things, like, polar opposites, black-white, north-south, peanut butter-jelly" He told her, turning back around, sending her a hard look that made hurt flare up in her chest.

"Stiles…" She sighed, desperately trying to explain to him what the hell she was trying to say because her brain just seemed to be jumbled up, unable to process anything.

"But you know what the worst thing is?" He questioned, seeming to get more het up, "You were supposed to be different – you weren't supposed to be someone like Lydia who completely shrugged off any feelings I had and I sure as hell didn't expect you to just declare your everlasting love for me but you know what would have been nice?" He demanded, his voice getting louder and louder each second that passed, "A little bit of acknowledgement for the fact that I am _completely in love with you"_ He exclaimed, spreading his arms wide, brown eyes wide with hurt and Kayla gulped, nervously playing with her fingers.

"I-I'm trying okay?" She replied back, "I'm sorry for acting like a complete bitch but would you let me talk for a second" She added heatedly, her panic over the possibility of losing Stiles worming its way into her stomach, making her voice almost screech.

"No" He snapped back, "Because there's only so much hurt I can take from the female gender before I completely explode" He warned, tears beginning to glisten in his eyes.

"Just let me make this right" She exclaimed loudly, a hint of a pleading tone buried in her voice, "I don't wanna lose you over three stupid words… not after everything" She added, trying to be more calm but her feet moved forward on their own accord, ready for the confrontation that was bound to take place if Stiles' flushed cheeks were anything to go by.

"It's after everything that made me say those 'three stupid words'" He quoted with his fingers, pulling a face, "God… I bet I would get a better response from Lydia than _you_"

"Stop bringing _Lydia into this_" She shrieked, getting more angered as time went on, jealously burning in her stomach for no apparent reason what so ever, "Because if you're still hung up on her then say it, say it to her" She told him, trying not to show the hurt look on her face.

"I don't want to say _it_ to _her_" He shouted back, arms flailing wildly at his sides, "And stop being so jealous, you've got nothing to be jealous for"

Kayla let out a snort, crossing her arms tightly across her chest, "Stop lying Stiles" She deadpanned, shaking her head, "I've seen the way you've looked at her and I've told myself to just ignore it, that you wouldn't do that… that _you_ of _all_ people wouldn't do something like that" She snapped, taking another heated step forward, "And as for the jealously thing – you've worshipped the ground she walks on for the past eight years, something like that doesn't just '_go away'_ Stiles"

"Well it _has_" He insisted, taking a step forward, towering over her by a few inches, eyes drilling holes into hers, "So either you're just wanting to find problems in '_us'_" He waved his hand between the small space between them, "Or you're losing your marbles"

Kayla let her mouth gape for a second before she angrily poked him in the chest, making him let out a small gasp, "I'm only jealous because I care okay? I don't want to be with you and fall for you only for you to choose someone else" She exclaimed, whole body buzzing with energy, "I'm _not_ going to be someone's second choice just out of convenience Stiles and it's because I love you that I'm saying all this shit" She added, taking in a deep breath, not even realising what she had said, "So, yeah, I'm an unfeeling, man eating, heart breaking cow because 'feelings' are seriously over-rated and-" But, just as she was on a roll, beginning to get fired up, Stiles' lips roughly landed on hers, pulling her tightly against his own body, lips moving so fast and urgently it enticed her greatly and, forgetting her anger, which was an incredibly hard thing to do usually, Kayla threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately because, damn… what was she saying?

"Say it again" Stiles huskily whispered, pressing his forehead against hers as he pulled away from her lips, raising his eyebrows, "Say it again"

Kayla gulped, thinking back to her rant, her cheeks flushing when she had let it slip that sure, she did have super strong feelings for him but the way he was looking at her, with such hope and anticipation on his face, made her feel strangely calm and all her nerves just… went away.

"I, uh… I…" She stuttered, knowing she wanted to say the words but it meant commitment, serious commitment that she just wasn't ready for, yet, as her eyes flickered up to meet Stiles', she knew it wouldn't be as bad as she was making it out to be – love didn't mean wedding bells or serious attachment, it just meant whatever the hell you wanted it to mean.

"I… I… I love… y…you" She said slowly, testing out the feeling of how the words rolled off her tongue, shocked that it didn't feel foreign or wrong, no, it felt strangely… natural.

"D-Do you mean it?" He asked tentatively, sliding his long fingers through her hair to the sides of her head, tiling her head up slightly to meet his inquisitive gaze.

Kayla just swallowed nervously and nodded, unable to find her voice because, after all this time worrying about feelings… it was a relief to have said it, to get it off her chest, to express herself in such a vulnerable way it made her legs shake.

Stiles' eyes flickered from her stare to her lips, his tongue darting forward to wetten his own before, ever so slowly, leaning down, tilting her chin up to place a gentle and chastise kiss to her lips sending a buzz through her body. Carefully and gently, Kayla's hands clasped around his forearms, keeping them both in place as she moved her own lips to his pace, so full of meaning it made her whole body flush.

Her hands now slid up his arms slowly, nails digging into the skin slightly as she gripped at his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles below the thin fabric over his comic T-shirt and, gosh, all this passion just felt so good, like seriously mega good if you got her hint.

His lips were slow and warm as they led the kiss, one hand securely wrapped around the nape of her neck, fingers gently caressing the skin there sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine causing her longer nails to drag down his sides, her body craving more of his touches. She could feel the way his body twitched under her touch as her delicate hands slipped underneath his T-shirt, pressing her flat palms against his smooth torso, skin warm.

She could feel herself needing to take a breath soon so, pulling back slightly, leaving Stiles' lips puckered, she clenched her fingers around the end of his top, lifting it up over his head and he helped her throw it away, leaving him bare chested and right in front of her.

Before, she never really had time to appreciate his pale skinned torso because of all the unfortunate interruptions but, holy god, she appreciated it _so_ much right now. Taking him by surprise she pressed her lips to his collar bone, dragging her tongue across the skin just to feel his reaction and, by god, it certainly was worth it. His whole body jolted in shock and it tensed up before relaxing, a shiver running down his whole body that even she could feel it. His hands were tightening in her hair, an obvious sign of pleasure so she continued downward, pressing feather like kisses to his torso, loving the feel of his toned, yet not obvious, muscles.

She traced her tongue over his belly button making his knee's shake and then she reached the button off his pants. She stood up quickly, desperately pressing more kisses to the side of his neck, eliciting a series of pleasurable noises from the back of his throat which was doing absolutely _nothing_ for her self-control.

Her nimble fingers unclasped the button, her actions now going deliberately slower as she pulled his zipper down, the noise seeming loud in the quiet bedroom apart from Stiles' laboured breathing. Once it was down as far as it could go, she nipped at his neck playfully, testing out his reaction and, judging by the loud groan he gave, he obviously enjoyed it so, as she slid her hands into the sides of his pants, tugging them off his hips, she parted her lips slightly as she pressed them to the side of his neck, tongue gently circling the delicate flesh as she sucked, aiming to please.

She heard the sound of his pants dropping to the floor so, leaving a few more delicate yet rough kisses to his skin, she tilted her head up, catching his lips in hers sending vibrations through her body. Stiles' hand worked their way down her hair, landing gently on her hips as he tugged her body closer to his before gliding down over the curve of her backside and hooked them underneath her thighs, pulling her body up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping them both stable.

Kayla felt so elated and in the midst of passion that she didn't even care it wasn't even afternoon yet or that she hadn't even closed the curtains or locked the door, just the fact that they were both in this heated embrace instead of arguing or slagging one another off made her whole body tingle with pleasure and want.

Stiles' fingers were gently massaging the skin of her lower back under her tank top as he walked backwards slowly, his legs hitting the edge of the bed and pulling her down with him as they both collapsed on top of the soft, yet firm, mattress.

She twisted her body so she was now straddling his lap, arms winding around his neck as she deepened the kiss, pulling him up into an upright position, completely lost in the moment. Stiles' hands landed on her hips, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin on her sides under her tank top. She shivered at his touch, letting out a small moan into his mouth. Everything about it just felt so right - cliché as it sounds.

"Uh... are we gonna do what I think we're gonna do or am I dreaming?" He stuttered nervously and Kayla smirked lightly.

"That depends if you wanna do what you think we're gonna do" She chuckled as he stared at her, eyes wide.

"Um, well... yeah" He said, scratching his head nervously, "But I don't want to hurt yo-" She cut him off by slamming her lips to his, cutting him off mid-sentence because, honest to god, hand on heart, she felt fine – better than fine for someone who was dead not that long ago, yet Stiles seemed to have that effect on her – that effect where, no matter how hard you try to think or do something else, he always seemed to be her prime focus.

She was still straddling his lap and had to repress a laugh against his lips as she felt a certain kind of response come alive and Stiles fidgeted underneath her, a faint tinge coming to his cheeks.

"Oh... I uh… um…- sorry" He said, moving about underneath her in embarrassment and Kayla laughed lightly, showing him that it was okay… better than okay, it was natural.

"In case you hadn't noticed we kind of need that to happen" And Stiles smiled lopsidedly making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Relax Stiles... there's no need to be nervous" She advised gently, running her hands over his buzz cut, trying to make him more at ease and more confident in himself.

"I just don't want to do anything wrong" He murmured, hands landing back on her hips, eyes averted downward in either shame or embarrassment, Kayla couldn't tell.

"You won't - it's a pretty straight forward process" She smiled, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as she felt his body relax more at her touch, his actions getting more bolder as they moved up underneath her top leaving a fire like feel in its wake. She could hardly feel her tank top getting removed until Stiles accidentally got it tangled up in her bra strap, leaving it half on and half off her body.

"Oh my go… I- oh god…um… I didn't mean to do that…" He muttered, dropping his hands to his sides, "So much about not doing anything wrong huh?" She rolled her eyes lightly at that, pressing her body closer to his as her hands stretched around to her back, fingers expertly unclasping her bra strap leaving it hanging loosely off her body.

"It's an easy problem to fix" She whispered, allowing the purple bra straps to fall off her slender shoulders, bring both the top and her bra down with it, the two items landing on Stiles' lap and he glanced down as he felt them fall, eyes going comically wide before snapping his head back up, meeting her gaze.

"Oh my god… oh my god… oh my god… _holy god_" He mumbled, swallowing thickly and Kayla could almost, _almost, _hear his heart beat from where she sat on his lap, "God have mercy on my soul" He added, screwing his eyes shut, probably trying to calm down his body's reactions which, by the way, was _not_ working _what so ever_.

Kayla let a small chuckle escape her lips, amused by his reactions as she gently grabbed his hands, massaging the fingers to loosen his grasp, slowly and carefully taking a hold of his hands and guiding them up to her chest, just giving him a helping hand.

His eyes snapped open, mouth gaping as he stared at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe she had allowed him to touch her there, his slight, _only_ _slight_, streak of innocence making her want to wrap her arms around him and never let go.

"Just do what feels right" She advised, letting go of his hands and giving him free rein, making his eyes go even wider, "Trust me when I say that I trust you" She whispered quietly, gliding her hands over his shoulder blades, "I love you and I trust you" She added, managing to say those three daunting words without stuttering because, in the base of her stomach, she knew there was nothing to be scared of… it was her and Stiles… she trusted him more than she trusted a lot of people. Stiles smiled shyly at that, panic fading from his eyes as he tilted his head down, catching her ear lobe in his teeth before gently caressing the skin around her ear with the sweeping motions of his tongue and whoa… whoa…

She wasn't sure when she started making pleasurable moans – if it was when his tongue traced the shell of her ear, when his hands gently massaged her breasts in such a way it left her back arching and body quivering or when she slowly moved her hips over his, making Kayla's whole body tingle with delight and want.

Suddenly, just as his lips had reached that sensitive spot right near her collar bone, Stiles flipped them over, his lips never leaving her neck as he pressed his body back down against hers, even harder than before, his body hovering over hers burying her deeper into the mattress.

His body was like the warmth of the sun, warming them both up from the chill of her room as his lips caressed the skin as he moved his way down, skimming over the column of her throat and down to the base of her neck and it took everything in Kayla's willpower not to buck her whole body up or drag her long nails over his short hair in pleasure. Just as he reached the flat bit on her chest, close to her heart, he stopped, staring at her through his eyelashes, slight worry burning in his eyes.

"I-I don't want to hurt you Kaylz" He told her truthfully, one hand gently gliding over the bandages on her stomach, "Maybe… Maybe we should just… stop?" He suggesting, gnawing on his bottom lip and, even though Kayla could tell every part, and by every part she meant e_very part, _of his body was telling him to keep going, to continue with the pleasure, he stopped just to check how she was doing, making her heart swell with happiness.

"You won't, I promise" She comforted, running a hand over his hair, "I trust you" She repeated truthfully, "We'll just… take it slow, yeah?" She asked and he nodded, caramel brown eyes shining wide with sincerity as he pressed some more wet kisses down her cleavage and she moaned, throwing her head back further into the pillows because, w-o-w.

Stiles leaned back on his knees, hands sliding over her stomach gently so she could hardly feel it, staring down at her in something close to disbelief, as if he couldn't believe all this was happening. His fingers, although slightly shaky, worked open the button of her shorts, fingers curling around the waist band as he slowly pulled them down her legs and Kayla raised the bottom half of her body off the bed, allowing him to pull her denim shorts off smoothly without a hitch. He even stood up off the end of the bed, fingers soft as the pulled the material off her feet and he threw them over his shoulder.

Kayla was breathing slowly and evenly, anticipation running through every vein in her body as Stiles moved forward, now kneeling near the end of her bed as he took her left leg in his grasp, gently pressing soft kisses to the inside of her ankle, sliding smoothly over her calf muscle, over her joint and further up her thigh and, oh boy… did it feel good. Stiles' lips were getting more passionate as they moved to the inside of her thigh, not far below the band of her underwear and, seriously, all she could think of was 'yes, yes, yes' though she refrained from saying it out loud, knowing that if she started she would never be able to stop.

Stiles' lips effortlessly moved to her other inner thigh as one hand curled around the top of her purple underwear, tugging it slightly off her body as he sat up a little bit, breathing quickly like he had run a marathon as the underwear got to the middle of her thighs and, by now, her whole body was itching for his touch, begging for his warmth again as she screwed her eyes shut, trying to control the screaming urges of her body. His movements seemed a bit more nervous as he completely removed her underwear, his Adam apple bobbing up and down whether in excitement or nervousness Kayla couldn't tell.

Instead of travelling up her body like she expected him to, Stiles came up beside her, laying on his side as one hand landed on her bare hip, nails digging into the skin where as his other hand threaded through her hair, causing a small moan to erupt in her throat, only getting louder when his hand that was on her hip moved downward, touching her in the really sensitive place.

She opened her eyes with great difficulty, meeting his nervous gaze as he stuttered out, "I uh… I read somewhere that, uh… you gotta… y'know…" He trailed off, cheeks darkening and Kayla contained her moans with great difficulty as his fingers continued to, slowly, work her.

"Rev a girls' engine before fully throttling her?" She gasped, arching her back slightly as one finger moved even further downward, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in pleasure.

"Something like that" He chuckled, dipping his head to her chest, tongue massaging the fleshy skin on her breasts and that, combined with the hand movement down south were completely _mind blowing_. She could feel her body quivering more and more, her hips wanting nothing more than to move with the action, stomach muscles beginning to clench.

Her whole body was screaming in pleasure and, just as his fingers hit a really sensitive spot she moaned, closing her legs to try and create more friction, and Stiles leant upwards, catching her cry in his mouth.

Just as she groaned loudly, Stiles stopped, moving his hand back up to rest on her waist, teeth lightly sinking into the skin near her shoulder and… and… and… HOLY FRIGGING GOD.

"Kaylz… uh… I think we have a problem" He muttered and she looked down, prying her eyes open as he looked up at her guiltily, "I, um… kinda left the, uh… condoms at home" He muttered, chewing the inside of his cheek and, not wasting any time, Kayla flung her arm out, pointing to her bedside table.

"Top drawer on the left" She muttered, voice full of lust and Stiles raised his eyebrows before, as quick as lightning, darting to the side of the bed, throwing open the drawer and, in a blind hurry, throwing out whatever obscured his vision of the box from erasers to pills to hair clips before letting out a sound of achievement and darting back beside her, making the whole bed creak.

"Wow, uh… there'll like, the best kind" He muttered, "Like… the really, really best kind out of all the condoms available… like… super long lasting…." He added, gulping and Kayla smirked, hand running down over his bicep to squeeze his hand.

"Do you want help with it?" She asked, meeting his gaze that was dark with lust and he met her stare shyly, glancing back down at the packet before looking back at her, then down again, then back up.

"Uh… yeah?" it came out as more of a question than anything else and, taking the lead, she pushed Stiles on his back, hands slowly caressing the skin of his stomach as she moved them downwards, catching the elasticated waist of his boxer shorts and tugging them down his legs and, from the corner of her eye, Kayla could see his fists clench around the bed sheets as he furiously bit down on his lip, holding in the sounds of enjoyment.

She ripped the packet open, expertly placing the condom over him as he watched, fascinated, chest rising and falling rapidly. To know that she was causing that, making him feel the waves of pleasure, gave her a sense of power at the fact she could leave him weak kneed and breathless, exactly like what he can – or rather, had done, just a few minutes before hand.

She rolled it on, deliberately going slowly just to tease him, trying to make him feel what it was like when he did it to her – teasing her, toying with her.

"H-oly g-od" Stiles groaned, throwing his head back, his hips thrusting up slightly as she pulled it all the way down, her hands gently massaging him on the way down, only further adding to his pleasure. Once he was fully covered she moved her hand up his stomach, sending a shiver up his spine but, just before she could reach his pecs, he grabbed her hand, gently pulling her body over his before flipping them over, hovering over her as to not injure her.

"You do know it's only you right?" He whispered huskily, softly stroking her hair as he stared into her eyes, his warm gaze full of passion making her stomach knot in a pleasurable way, "That you're the only one I wanna be with?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as if he was worried she didn't already know that which was quite plausible seeming how that was what they were arguing about before all this unravelled.

Was she still jealous? Maybe… okay yes, sure, but did she trust him? One hundred percent yes and, Kayla was quite a good judge of character and, judging by the way he was so gentle and caring with her, the way he looked at her with such… adoration, made her fall even harder for him.

So, instead of speaking, she just settled for nodding as she pulled him down to kiss her again, arms winding around the back of his neck.

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><p><strong>A.N) Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave it there – it will pick it back up again in the next chapter. I'm sorry if this scene sucked, I've never written this much in-depth smut before but I hope you enjoyed it and please please please leave your thoughts below, serious motivators guys, see ya next chapter x :)<strong>


	48. Chapter 48 - Intimacy

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><p>Kayla dragged one hand down Stiles' back in anticipation, the other hand firmly clasped around the nape of his neck as his tongue softly brushed against her bottom lip sending shivers up her body. Lately she had been feeling really… in tune with what her body was feeling – like how a normal touch of Stiles' hand to her arm felt like it spread down to her very bone and now all of that seemed… heightened, for lack of a better word. The way his warm body felt pressed against her own was like heaven, how his hand moved down her side slowly, fingers drifting over her skin leaving tingles in its wake until he lightly gripped at her hip, thumb gently caressing her upper thigh and, Jesus Christ, how could he make her feel like this? Make her feel so completely and utterly in his mercy.<p>

His lips against her own turned more passionate and dominating, his tongue pressed firmly against hers and he groaned loudly, grip on her hip tightening and Kayla responded by digging her nails into his lower back, feeling the curves on his spine, the way his muscles twitched under her touch, even the natural feel of his skin, each little crevice and dip, everything. This, all of this, changed her whole perspective on sex. Before she thought it was just a bit of fun, nothing serious, just a means to an end, hell even a distraction, but now all that had changed. Her whole body felt alive and completely thunderstruck, begging for his touches, craving them even. She felt like it was her first time all over again and wished it was – she wished she was experiencing this with new found wonder and appreciation yet, when she thought of it, she kind of was. The way Stiles was making her feel was a way no one had even done before and this was before the actual deed – how would she feel when it was actually happening? Her whole body quivered, just thinking about that, about the love and care Stiles was taking with her, about how his skin felt against her own, her mind going completely and immediately numb with want.

The build-up was reaching unimaginable levels – each little touch he made was both perfect yet infuriating at the same time, leaving her lying there, breathless. His hand continued to skim down further pressing feather like touches to her thigh while his lips stayed firm against her own, sloppy kisses passing between them. Kayla could feel his chest touching hers, his hips brushing up against her thighs and _holy god_, he sure knew how to push her buttons. His hand twisted around, gripping her thigh with tight fingers, pulling it up against his skin even more and his touch felt raw hot and scorching, making her whole body flush with need.

His lips roughly worked their way down from her own slowly, across her jaw and down to the side of her neck, nipping and sucking gently at one spot making Kayla bite her bottom lip to stop from shouting the whole place down. Her heart was hammering all the way up to her throat, threatening to break through because _what the hell was happening? _Just every little thing or touch made her feel so elated and needy it was damn near insufferable to feel. Her hands were clinging to him desperately, urging him to do something, anything, more.

"_Jesus_…" She groaned, screwing her eyes shut as his tongue traced over her sensitive, red skin on her neck, soothing it, leaving it tingling with desire and need. The palm of his hand was slowly caressing the skin on her inner thigh, so, so, s_o _close to where she wanted him but, she realised, he was teasing her, trying to make her beg and she wasn't going to give in, no matter how much she wanted to – if anything, she wanted him to feel these levels of ecstasy that she was feelings, to hear him elicit moans of passion. The same, large hand that was wrapped around her thigh slowly, began, to move upwards, hooking under her knee and bringing it up over his hip.

Kayla's thought process was screwed to hell by now – there was no other way to describe it. The pure levels of pleasure and want and craving were reaching sky high and, hand on heart, she didn't even care about hunters on their asses, protectors trying to kill them all, Derek letting the power get to his head or newbie werewolves ready to tear the town apart – some people may call that stupid and selfish but Kayla preferred to think of it more as her mind not having the capacity to deal with it all right now.

Stiles' hand softly moved down her leg, back to its original place on her hip while his other hand kept him upright and not collapsing on her where they lay yet, the more her mind went haywire, the more she wished that would just happen – she wanted to feel him, all of him, no matter what, and that right there, was the most desperation Kayla had ever felt. She was so used to being in control, being one step ahead of most other people that the way she was feeling now, the submission, the vulnerability, was what made Kayla know, for sure, so inexplicitly, that she was in love with Stiles.

Kayla felt his hand move from her hip and glide up her side, his hand landing on top of one of her breasts, gently squeezing it lightly, thumb rolling over her hardened nipple and she arched her back, a choked groan fighting its way from her mouth in desperation. His lips pecked her red raw skin on her neck before he began to move downwards, one hand rolling over her breast causing her undeniable pleasure right to her very core, while his mouth trailed sloppy kisses over her other one, his tongue skimming over her nipple and, wow, how could something so simple feel so good?

"You're beautiful" She heard him mumble against her flushed skin, "God… you're amazing" He added, his hand stroking her breast one last time before he pressed his palm flat against the mattress as his mouth worked its way up her other breast, teeth lightly skimming across the sensitive skin and, Jesus, Mary, God almighty… he sure was picking this up quickly.

He moved his head to the other side of her neck, his tongue darting across the skin as his lips pressed against her pulse point that, surely, was racing about a hundred miles an hour by now. Her breathing was ragged and shallow, her body begging her to just give in to it all, to show Stiles how much she was enjoying this, the undeniable passion that they were creating. So she did. She let out a loud moan, pulling her bottom lip in-between her teeth, hands finding their way to his shoulder blades as she curled her fingers into his skin, nails probably leaving dark red marks but, judging by the seductive groan she heard from Stiles, he obviously didn't mind. Now, Kayla didn't beg for anything, she didn't like to show her vulnerable side or the fact that people could get through the chinks in her armour, but her willpower was slowly crumbling away, leaving a quivering, flustered, heated mess that she didn't recognise as herself at all.

"St-Stiles…" She pleaded, digging her nails in further, tightening her leg around his hip, blood pounding in her ears as she let out a choked moan, arching her back ever so slightly. He left a few more delicate kisses to her skin as he pulled back, meeting her gaze, his own stare dark with lust and arousal, his cheeks flushed, perspiration shining on his brow. She let out a strained sound as she felt him move forward slightly, not enough to get the party started so to speak, but enough to make Kayla's body spark with more need, desire howling loudly in her veins as he pressed himself gently against her, just enough to send her body screaming in want, frustration and for arousal to burn wildly in her stomach.

She was driven by full fanatical desire as she trailed her nails back down his spine and, Kayla could see his eyes roll into the back of his head as she reached the curve of his rear, his skin hot to touch. She moved an exploratory hand round his side and down his stomach, _needing _to feel him, to know how much he wanted this too. She was stunned as her fingers wrapped around him, completely mind blown at the feel of his hardened length and, by god… was this actually happening? She watched him carefully, gauging his reaction as he let out a long breath, eyelids fluttering shut. With unusual uncertainty burning in her stomach she tightened her grip, fingers softening caressing the skin and was rewarded by Stiles letting out a loud groan, brow furrowing together in concentration as his hips moved forward, sliding against her hand and across her sensitive place, leaving her breathless and practically begging for more.

Stiles let out another sound between a moan and a choked cry of want, collapsing on top of her, leaning on his forearm as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his other hand moving up and gripping at her side desperately, hands curling around the skin making her gasp in pleasure. Her body was aching for his touch but she continued to move her hand slowly, just like he had done to her not that long ago, needing him to feel the same undeniable, absolute pleasure that he had done to her. She could feel his hot breath against her neck sending shivers up her spine and goose bumps to form over her skin. Gently, she shifted one hand upwards, over his shoulder blades and wrapped it around the nape of his neck, wanting to dig her nails into the soft flesh in pleasure but refrained, her fingers softly massaging his neck and the back of his skull to the same rhythm of her hand movement.

She could feel his whole body beginning to shake, his breathing getting more ragged and sloppy as he pressed himself against her even more, their strained breathing making their stomachs move together, almost dance like, their bodies so intimately pressed together yet it was still too far away for Kayla to bear any longer.

"Oh…_god…" _She heard Stiles moan in a thick and breathless voice, lips tight against the skin of her neck. Kayla's legs were beginning to quiver, the build up getting unbearable because she wanted him, now, more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life – especially after she felt him move against her, getting closer and closer to her entrance it was so totally mind boggling beyond belief.

When she felt him tense even further she gently pulled away her hand as he let out a disbelieving noise, his hips beginning to buck against hers and Kayla smirked, glad that she had left him in this desperate, aroused state, just like he had done not that long ago.

Then, out of no-where, as Kayla tightened her hand on his side, she felt his whole posture change above her. His back got more rigid and tense, his head dipped further onto her neck, teeth grazing the delicate flesh there and that was when Stiles decided to take the plunge into the deep end as she liked to say. Just that one movement, that one simple move, left her breathless and gasping at the same time as he moved inside her, the pure and utter physical pleasure _so_ bloody overwhelming she had to screw her eyes shut and throw her head back into the pillows, nails digging into his skin so much she was surprised he hadn't let out a pained noise.

"…_Fuck" _She managed to get out, biting on her bottom lip as a feeling similar to ecstasy filled her so completely, right to her very nerve endings and, oh boy, was it both nerve shattering and mind blowing at the same time.

"W-What? Did I hurt you?" She heard Stiles ask frantically from her own little pleasure filled world, his movement stopping, their hips pressed against each other and Kayla let out a small sound of protest, _needing_ him to keep going, her body begging and quivering for him to just _keep going_, "Did I do something wrong?"

She peeled her eyes open, meeting Stiles' worried gaze, caramel brown eyes flitting everywhere nervously and, hardly able to find her voice because she was in so much pleasure, she moved her hips upwards, her insides completely shattering as she felt him inside of her, completely inside of her, enveloped even, her whole body shaking with want. That only seemed to make Stiles more confused because he frowned, eyes full of bewilderment and, to show him that everything was okay, better than okay, it was _so_ completely amazing and perfect, her free hand slithered around to the side of his face, bringing his lips down onto hers and kissing him with such intensity and longing it even shocked her.

It took Stiles a second, just a second, before he responded. He kissed her back with such tenderness and care it made her toes curl and the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, in complete mercy to whatever he wanted to do. She then felt his whole body relax, obviously realising it wasn't a sound of discomfort she had made – the complete opposite in fact, and caught her bottom lip in-between his teeth, making her gasp in pleasure at the feel of him taking control, doing what he thought felt good and, by god, her legs shook at the intensity of the situation. His hand that was resting casually on her side, moved upwards and caught her own that was gripping the back of his neck in desperation, linking their fingers together and tightening his grip when he pulled out of her gently, only to push back into her slowly causing fireworks to explode in Kayla's brain.

He pressed their clasped hands above her head, burying them deep into the pillows, his larger hand dominating her smaller one and Kayla loved every second of it. He pulled back from her lips slightly, probably leaving them slightly red and swollen, his eyes burning with intensity and passion.

"I love you" He mumbled against her lips quietly, pulling out of her again sending a shiver of happiness down her spine, "God, I love you so much" He added, eyes boring into hers and, before Kayla could reply, or chances were, say a bunch of jumbled words because her mind was _that _messed up right now, he gave a very gentle, but firm, thrust forward, angling his hips against hers so he buried himself so completely in her, a loud moan bubbling its way from her throat but he caught her cry in his mouth as he slammed his lips to hers, tongue softly caressing her own.

Kayla couldn't breathe properly yet it being a basic, and needed, bodily function, her only thoughts being on Stiles – Stiles who was pressing himself against her tightly, body moving in slow succession with her own, hands softly touching her skin, lips needy on hers and right now, this pleasure, this passion driven embrace was all she could think about, was all she wanted. To hell with school, homework, even the damn apocalypse could go screw itself as far as she was concerned because she and Stiles were caught in this bubble like state and no one and nothing was going to penetrate, and that, she was one hundred and ten percent sure of.

She felt Stiles increase the pressure he had on her hand as his slow and passionate thrusts got deeper and more jerky, his body getting more heated and sweaty, breathing so ragged it made Kayla's heart swell with a sense of accomplishment – that they were doing that together, she was helping him feel that way, making his whole body quake with enjoyment and pleasure. Her own fingers were gripping his back just as tightly, knuckles turning white with the sheer effort it took not to alert the whole neighbourhood to what they were doing.

Stiles' lips detached from hers again, moving to the side of her head, his tongue sweeping out on her ear, teeth gently biting down on her ear lobe and Kayla couldn't stop herself from letting out a loud moan because that, combined with his soft touches and deep thrusts overtook every nerve in her body, her muscles screaming in pleasure, bones tingling with want. Her moan soon turned into a small whimper as he stopped moving altogether, half in, half out, breathing ragged as he met her gaze, brow strained.

He leant down gradually, his tender gaze never leaving hers as he lightly touched his lips to hers, leaving her hanging there. Her whole body was beginning to clench up, arms shaking because all of this was just so _intense _– it all felt strange to her. A good strange though because, even though it may not be something she was used to, it certainly worked like a charm if her choked moans were anything to go by.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teetering on the edge, Stiles moved his hips forward again, burying himself as deep as he could go and Kayla let out a cry of pleasure against his mouth, unable to hold it in any longer because he truly and utterly was rocking her world, in every sense of the term. At the same time she was unable to quieten her moans, Stiles apparently wasn't able to either. She heard him let out a loud groan as he moved inside her again, her own hips bucking up slowly to meet his thrust, his breathing heavy and ragged, sounds of pleasure tearing their way from his throat which, in turn, only made her more turned on that before – not that she was complaining.

It wasn't just sex to her, it was more than that – it meant more at least. This may sound dramatic and excessive and super cheesy but every atom in her body was completely devoted to Stiles right now – she couldn't help it, she wouldn't be able to detach herself from this emotional tether because this was the most intimate they had even gotten and her body loved every second of it – the way he carefully and gently moved against her, taking it slow and passionately, how his hot breath washed over her skin, making her whole body flush, even his own reactions were enough to make this moment never want to end.

But, eventually, it had to. As Stiles thrusted into her again carefully she felt the familiar tightening in her lower stomach and knew that soon she would get thrown over the edge. She wrapped her legs around Stiles' hips, keeping their bodies as close together as humanly possible, wanting, no _needing_, to feel every inch of him, her own warmth beginning to clench even more around him.

"St-Stiles…" She gasped, her free hand working its way to his lower back digging her nails in as he moved over her slowly, the pure and absolute pleasure taking over every cell in her body, begging for a release, "I-I can't… I'm…" She stuttered, her brain a jumbled mess of nothingness yet at the same time, filled with everything – from the way Stiles' skin felt to how he smelt, strangely, of woodland and Reece's and, if she could, Kayla would've laughed but that smell worked for him because it was just _so Stiles_.

"I-I know" He whispered back huskily, giving one last slow, passion-filled thrust that made Kayla's whole body explode – not literally of course but, holy god. She tightened, unable to keep the sensual groan that fell from her lips, her legs tightening around Stiles' hips as she felt him shake, bringing him over the edge to as he clung to her, both of them having too many pleasures to say out loud. Kayla felt a sense of bliss wash over her, her whole body completely in tune with Stiles' and it was just… perfect – she couldn't think of any other word to describe it. It wasn't rushed or forced, it came naturally and was so full of passion and pure, raw, undeniable need it made both their bodies quake together.

Kayla was breathing heavily now, chest heaving, limbs feeling weak and useless as Stiles collapsed on her, skin slick with sweat as his grip on her loosened, whole body flushed and warm, choking back ragged breaths near her ear and Kayla just kept her arm on his back, gently stroking his skin as they both tried to get their breaths back. That moment that they both shared meant everything to Kayla – not just because it was with Stiles, a guy she completely adored and had seriously fallen for, but also because it reformed everything that she thought about relationships and sex.

Sex meant more than she had thought before – it wasn't meaningless and rough, it wasn't just a form of distraction, it wasn't just her being used but it was her being loved and cared for, it was so soft and caring and so absolutely enjoyable and deep it shocked Kayla right to the core.

The sweet pressure still remained inside, buried deep, almost pushing her to the edge again as Stiles' tried to regain his breathing, hot breath tickling her ear as she was left in a dizzying heat, a small content smile tugging at her legs.

A few moments later she felt Stiles stir, beginning to pull out of her slowly as he rolled over to the side, chest rising and falling as he gave her a, somewhat, nervous glance from the corner of his eye.

"Um… uh… was that, uh… okay?" He asked meekly, gnawing on his bottom lip and, before Kayla could stop herself, she had erupted into a giggle fit because he really was just perfect, or as close to it as one person could get. She saw Stiles furrow his eyebrows in confusion and she rolled to her side, keeping the duvet over her chest as she reached up and kissed him, hand running around to the back of his head. She pulled back slightly, keeping her gaze serious as she pressed their bodies together.

"It was perfect" She whispered truthfully, thumb gently caressing his cheek and a nervous, yet proud, smile worked its way to his lips, eyes glistening with amusement. Kayla smiled back, pecking his lips once more before turning around, pressing her back against his chest and settling down against the pillows, completely exhausted, and soon Stiles did the same, his arm disappearing under the covers and tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"You were even better than perfect" He whispered in her ear, fingers gently caressing small circles on her stomach, "Like… mind blowingly amazing, hit the ball right out of the park, perfect" He muttered as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

"Did you just refer to the Mets after sex?" She chuckled, settling down, content in his arms.

"Oh totally" He laughed, nuzzling his head into the back of her neck and Kayla just shook her head fondly because, after all, this was Stiles, what did she expect? But that's what she loved about him and, letting out a steady breath, she relaxed in his embrace.

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><p><strong>A.N) Yeah, I wanted this chapter to be just KaylaxStiles! Ha! So, what did y'all think? I think y'all wanted smut so I'm trying to provide. Also, next chapter, HOLY GOD, ha I have so much plans and, sneak peak, Derek will <strong>_**definitely**_** have some things to say when he finds out about this! Ha! Anyway, please leave your thoughts below peeps and please review and I will see you next chapter! **


	49. Chapter 49 - Okay 'mom'

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><p>Kayla woke up groggily by someone tightening an arm around her waist and, blinking rapidly to clear her eyesight, she twisted her head to the side, immediately coming face to face with Stiles, his caramel brown eyes wide with innocence.<p>

"Urghhh, I fell asleep didn't I?" She asked, allowing a small smile to grace her lips as she turned around to lie on her back, looking up at Stiles who was propped up on his elbow, smirking down at her.

"Uh huh… for the past three hours" He told her, thumb gently soothing the skin on her side, "Guess I just tired you out huh?" He added with a small laugh and Kayla elbowed his side playfully because, sure, he may be right but she sure as hell wasn't going to admit that – no need for him to get _too _cocky mind.

"Yeah, you wish" She scoffed light heartedly, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, "And if I was sleeping for the last three hours, what were you doing? Cause if there's one thing I know for sure about you it's that you can't stay still for more than two minutes" She laughed, nudging into him playfully as she readjusted to the sun streaming in through the windows compared to the blackened bliss of her slumber.

"Um… nothing?" It came out as more of a question than a statement and Kayla just raised her eyebrows inquisitively, a little more than a slightly confused, "Not to sound like a complete freak or weirdo or some stalker-ish boyfriend or anything, but I uh… just… watched you sleep…" He trailed off and Kayla bit the inside of her cheek to stop from busting out in laughter because, poor Stiles, looked mega guilty over nothing.

"For three hours? Wow" She let out a long whistle in appreciation, "Guess I'm quite the entertainer, even in my sleep" She joked, watching as Stiles' face relaxed and he smiled back, lips pulling up at the sides.

"You're not _too _bad at keeping me amused" He chirped back and Kayla smirked, amusement written all over her face as her hand slithered up his chest, slamming her lips to his because she would never get used to that feeling, like, ever. Seriously, it was _amazing._ Stiles let out a small sound of appreciation, one hand wrapping around her waist and the other clinging to the back of her neck as he, gently, rolled them over so she was sprawled across his chest on top of him, her long hair tumbling over both their faces, obscuring their vision.

"And is this keeping you amused?" She smirked against his lips as his hands moved upwards, sliding into her hair at the sides of her head, moving it out the way so they could actually see each other.

"Oh Definitely" Stiles nodded enthusiastically, "Ten out of ten on the scale of keeping me occupied, so maybe we should just keep doing it, hm?" He questioned, eyes bright as he pulled her head down slightly, lips firm and urgent against her own but, hey ho, she wasn't complaining, not one teeny tiny bit.

"Hmmmm, as much as I would love to continue this, I kinda need to shower before we get called away on duty, so…" She trailed off, raising her eyebrows in amusement when Stiles pouted up at her, plastering a puppy dog look on his face that he knew, that _he knew_, always got to her.

"Awww c'mon" She whined playfully, "Don't look at me with those adorable big brown eyes, it won't work" She warned, a laugh threatening to burst through her throat when he just cocked an eyebrow, bottom lip sticking out even more, making her heart melt, "Nope, not working… not working… definitely not working" She added, chewing on her bottom lip, trying to avoid his pitiful stare but it was kind of hard to in the small space of two inches, especially considering she really, _really_ did want to kiss him.

"I'm not… not… going to fall for it…" She faltered, meeting his gaze, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips, "Not… not… not…" She trailed off in a daze, tilting her head downwards to catch his lips again, willpower weaker than it had ever been in her life and all she could think was 'damn him, damn him royally for being able to do this to me', but in a good way… in a really, _really_ good way.

"Well, I think you did fall for it" Stiles chuckled, lips still pressed against her own and she playfully slapped his bicep, unable to hold back the small smile that worked its way to her lips.

"Yeah-yeah I fell for it Stilinski" She muttered, "Want me to carve it onto a medal?" She questioned sarcastically, cocking her head to the side in amusement.

"A platter would be fine" He replied instantly, sending her a playful wink that made her heart flutter a bit, "But, seriously, you're so kissable right now" He added, eyes landing on her lips, fingers gently massaging her scalp as he tilted her head down slowly, "Like, mega kissable" He told her before pressing his lips to hers softly, "So. So. So. Kissable" He murmured in-between the soft kisses, lips somehow firm yet gentle at the same time.

"Mmmm" Was about all that Kayla could get out at that moment in time because a) Stiles was kissing her, b) Stiles was kissing her and c) well… Stiles was kissing her, why would she think of anything else?

"Oh crap, I uh, forgot… I'm not hurting you am I?" Stiles rushed out, suddenly pulling back and Kayla let out a small sound of disappointment because, now, Stiles was _not _kissing her – damn his teasing.

"…What?" She asked in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw his awkward and worried look, her mind not working properly because, why would he be hurting her? It made no sense.

"I completely forgot you got _stabbed_" He exclaimed loudly, hands dropping to his sides, "Crap, uh… you okay?" He gulped nervously, brown eyes wide and Kayla let a comforting smile spread across her face as her thumb gently stroked his cheek.

"I'm fine" She insisted, "Promise" She added, cocking an eyebrow down at him.

"…You sure?" He asked suspiciously, his fingers dancing across her bandages on her torso, "Because I know you and I know that you would just say you're okay when you're not really okay just so others think you're okay when really you're not okay, probably far, far, far from okay, okay?" He asked in a rush and Kayla laughed, running her hands over his short hair.

"I'm fine… a quick healer, remember?" She told him truthfully because, hand on heart, unless he had brought it up, she would've completely forgotten she had practically 'died' – maybe being with Stiles took her mind off things? Yeah, that was probably it – well, she was just a tad preoccupied with, uh, other things.

"Pinky promise?" He asked in this really, really sweet voice, holding one hand in the air and Kayla chuckled, chewing on the inside of her cheek as to not completely break down in hysterics but linked her pinky with his anyway.

"Pinky promise" She confirmed, then propped her head on her clasped hands that were laying on Stiles' chest, staring at him intently, trying to wrap her mind around, well, everything that had just happened in the space of a few hours.

"Good" She heard Stiles let out a loud whoosh of air, his whole body relaxing under her weight, "That's… that's good" He allowed a small smile to break over his face and that, in turn, made her smile crazily like some frigging idiot or something, a feeling of giddiness running through her veins.

"Okay Stiles, as much I love this I really should shower before, uh, Derek realises what we've been up to and tries to kill us both… repeatedly… painfully… slowly probably" She told him, watching in amusement as Stiles' eyes widened dramatically and she could've sworn she felt him stop breathing.

"De-Derek?" He stuttered, eyes flitting around, "As in… Derek-Derek? Your cousin Derek? The one that already wants to rip my head off-Derek? That Derek?" He questioned, swallowing nervously.

"Unless you know any other Derek's then yeah" Kayla nodded, letting out a small chuckle, "He can be _waaaaaaaay_ over-protective to the point where its borderline annoying and severely old fashioned" Kayla hummed in agreement, trying to look serious and worried but failing miserably when she busted out into laughter at the dreaded look on Stiles' face.

"Crap… crap… crap… I'm dead, I'm so dead…" He mumbled, staring off into space somewhere over her shoulder.

"Maybe" She agreed happily, "But at least you wouldn't die a virgin" She chirped out, trying to lighten the mood even though a part of her was actually seriously worried about what Derek would say and do – mostly 'do', he was always a shoot first-ask questions later guy, especially when it came to family.

"Well there's always that" Stiles managed to get out, biting nervously on his bottom lip.

"… Don't worry, he's not going to find out" Kayla summarised, pushing herself off Stiles and rolling to the other side of the bed, slinging her thin dressing gown over her body, protecting her from the chill of her room, "It's not exactly something I'm gonna broadcast over Facebook" She sent Stiles a wink over her shoulder, trying to calm him down because he looked ready to pass out any minute now.

"Well that's-that's… good?" Stiles squeaked, pushing himself upwards into a sitting position, leaning back against her head board, the pale duvet pulled up to his hips as he looked nervously out her window as if scared Derek was waiting out there to throttle him.

Kayla chuckled, standing up from the bed and pulled out some fresh clothes from her drawer – a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a three quarter length red top that was a slight crop top, showing a sliver of her midriff. Trying to stifle her amusement on Stiles' behalf, she padded her way through to the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind her and turned on the shower full blast and as hot as it would go so the whole room got steamed up and the heat resembled a sauna.

Reality seemed to be coming back slowly as Kayla carefully peeled off the bandages wrapped around her torso, throwing them into the trash can and, letting out a small wince, just a small one mind, as her wound got exposed again – but Stiles had done a good job fixing her up because the stitches all looked strong and straight, thank god because she really didn't want to bleed to death because that would _seriously_ suck.

She stepped into the shower, letting out a content sigh as the boiling water hit her skin, immediately rubbing some tropical shampoo into her hair to give it a quick wash and, once that was all out, she applied some body wash to her because she knew, _she knew_, that if Derek so much as sensed anything had happened between her and Stiles he would _freak the hell out – _he was bad enough when he learnt they were dating – _dating _as in 'not serious', he was even worse when he saw them kissing or holding hands like what kids do in eighth _fricking_ grade, how the hell would he react if he knew they slept together? The answer to that was 'not good' – but the problem was Derek's 'not good' was way out of proportion to everyone else's definition of it so, most likely, Derek being Derek, it would mean he would cause a scene and try to go all 'mom' on her… fabulous, note the sarcasm.

Just as she had finished scrubbing herself down she heard the slight creak of her bathroom door and turned her head to the side, peeking her head around the shower curtain, watching Stiles walk in slowly, dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts holding a large towel in his hands.

"Stealthy" She commented lightly just as Stiles accidentally knocked over her laundry basket with his foot, a sheepish look plastered on his face as he stared at her.

"Uh… sorry…" He apologised, eyes trailing over her body before snapping up to meet her amused gaze, "But in my defence, who the hell puts a laundry basket beside a door?" He exclaimed, cocking an eyebrow in her direction and Kayla rolled her eyes good naturedly as she stepped out of the shower, one hand on her hip.

"Because it was my master plan to boobie trap the bathroom from any imposters" She joked, raising her eyebrows, "That for me?" She added, nodding her head to the towel that was now slack in Stiles' hands. He glanced down as if forgetting it was there then looked up at her again, eyes going wide in appreciation before gulping noisily, holding out the towel.

She sauntered over to him, deliberately taking the towel away from him slowly because, by now, his eyes looked about ready to pop out of his head.

"… Thanks" She smirked, wrapping it around her chest so that the towel fell to her middle thigh and Stiles nodded, biting on the inside of his cheeks, seeming to forget his words making Kayla's smirk even more.

"Uh… um… y-yeah… no… no problem" He finally muttered, nodding his head affirmatively, eyes adorably wide as he placed his hands on his hips.

"You're too funny sometimes" Kayla laughed, turning around and facing the mirror above her sink, picking up her hairbrush to try and smoothen some of the dreaded knots that had ended up in her hair – another downfall of having long hair, it was a right _bitch_ sometimes.

"So have you heard from any of the others yet? Y'know… about what's going on?" She asked, pulling the brush through her hair as she watched Stiles in the mirror.

"Not yet, no" Stiles replied, "Though Derek did, uh, text me saying something along the lines of 'If anything happens to you when I'm supposed to be looking after you then he will break off both my arms'" Stiles added, sucking in a deep breath, "So, uh… no, nothing important"

"There's no need to be scared of Derek ya know?" Kayla chuckled, "He's an ass sometimes… okay, most of the time" She amended when Stiles sent her a disbelieving look, "But he wouldn't hurt anyone… I think scaring you is the most pleasure he's had since, uh, forever"

"Even after we slept together?" Stiles asked, "Because I'm one hundred and ten percent sure that if he knew about, uh, _that, _then he really would rip my arms off and I really kind of need my arms" Stiles spoke up and Kayla smiled, laughter bubbling in her stomach.

"Stiles, relax" She chuckled, turning around and leaning back against the bathroom work top, "Derek is… Derek… he won't do anything even if he did, for whatever reason, find out" She soothed, "capisce?"

"hmmmmmmm…Capisce" Stiles finally sighed after a long pause, looking a hell of a lot more relaxed than before, a small smile breaking out across his face, "Yeah, you're probably right anyway"

"I always am, thought you knew that" Kayla teased back, sending him a quick wink as he took a few steps closer, eyes burning holes through her own.

"… It was nice y'know?" Stiles whispered quietly as he stood in front of her, "This…us… no drama… well…" He took a short pause, "less drama than normal I guess, but yeah… what I'm trying to say is, uh…" His hands rested lightly on her towel clad hips, sending her a super-duper innocent look, "Would it be incredibly cheesy to say it was the best time of my life?"

"Yes" Kayla immediately responded, "Super cheesy"

"Okay then… what about you're the best thing that's ever happened to me?" He questioned, watching on in amusement as she fidgeted uncomfortably because, damn, super-super-super cheesy.

"Even more cheesy" She replied and, just as he was about to open his mouth, no doubt to say something ten times more cliché and cheesy just to annoy her good naturedly, she pressed her mouth to his, cutting off whatever he was going to say. Stiles' lips were still for a few seconds before responding, firm against her own as his tongue softly brushed against her bottom lip and his hands moved downwards, hooking under her knee joints and sitting her up on her bathroom counter top as he moved forward, standing between her legs, his hands slowly gliding up her legs leaving goose bumps in its wake, fingers pushing the towel aside as he gently massaged her upper thighs and Kayla bit down on his bottom lip, her own hands gripping his biceps.

"… I thought you were scared of Derek?" Kayla managed to get out as she pulled his body closer to hers, mumbling against his soft lips.

"I am" Stiles replied quietly, one hand remaining on her upper thigh while the other slid up over her hip leaving her skin tingling, "But you're my priority right now" He added, lips pressing themselves back against hers and Kayla let out a pleasurable sound, arms running around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer than he was because, damn… what was she talking about?

Kayla could feel his hand gently roaming over her torso, fingers soft against her skin while his other hand lightly gripped at her thigh, squeezing the skin there and her brain went completely haywire.

However, the moment was interrupted when she heard Stiles' cell phone ringing from her bedroom and pulled away, the rational part of her mind knowing that it could be something important… even if she did class the intimacy between herself and Stiles as 'important', but…whatever.

"You should probably get that" She breathed out, looking up onto Stiles' flustered face, "It could be a life or death situation" She added, trying to think of it as one because pulling away from Stiles made her feel seriously empty.

"Then they called the wrong person" Stiles rushed out, eyes flicking back to her lips, tongue wetting his own slightly as he pressed himself forward but Kayla moved backwards, her fingers pressing themselves against his lips sending him an apologetic look.

"We can make out… after you answer the phone" Kayla proposed, snapping back to reality at the fact that, not only were they hunters out for their heads, but also protectors, and then on top of all that a newbie werewolf running about and a pissed off Derek – great.

"You drive a hard bargain…" Stiles pulled away, sending her a wink as he threw the bathroom door open, picking up his fallen jacket, searching quickly through the pockets to try and find the phone before it rung off as Kayla subtly tried to fan herself down because, wow, her blood was pumping – well, not that it wasn't always, but even more so than usual, making her whole skin flush.

"Hello?" Stiles asked casually into the phone, standing there in the middle of her room, one hand on his hip, dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts and Kayla couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself because she was sure her neighbours would get a _good_ view, that's for sure.

"D-D-Derek?" She heard Stiles stutter nervously and met his shocked gaze as she walked towards him, "Wh-What? How? Huh?" He mumbled and Kayla raised her eyebrows in an inquisitive stare, needing to know what was going on now, "You-You mean now?" Stiles gulped, eyes popping out of his skull as he looked over at her, "Uh… just, uh, chilling?" It came out as more of a question than a definite answer and Kayla cringed internally, knowing that even if Derek wasn't here to hear his heartbeat he would know he was lying.

Kayla bit her lip, giving a small shake of the head as she saw Stiles' eyes go even wider (was that even possible?), skin going pale, "Y-Yeah… okay, sure… two minutes?" He sent her a dread-filled look, "O-Okay" He then slammed the phone shut, still as a statue.

"Scott and Derek are coming here" Stiles told her, "Now… they're coming now" He added panicked and Kayla nodded, only _just_ able to make out what he was saying.

"Okay, well that's fine… school day is over by now anyway right?" She asked, understanding why Stiles looked so panicked yet unable to resist teasing him because, honestly, it was just sex – at her age Derek was doing god knows what with god knows who so he could just take his opinions and shove it up his ass.

"Are-Are you serious?" Stiles gaped at her, "I just told you Scott and Derek – the big bad Alpha Derek, your seriously overprotective cousin, is coming here, _here_, now and we're… we're… _NAKED_" He exclaimed loudly, flinging his arms out wide, breathing heavily, "And that's all you've got to say?"

"Well… I bet you're glad I made you answer the phone now huh?" She smirked, throwing him his pants and sending him a playful wink, "Or else then they really would've caught us in a compromising situation" And she could've sworn she had never seen someone so pale in all her life.

"I-I-"

"Well, what are you waiting for Stilinski? Throw on some clothes – chop chop" She urged, dropping her towel and picking up a pair of nearby Jeans and throwing on the red cropped top she had picked out earlier only to turn back around to see Stiles on his hands and knees, crawling around on the floor, throwing books, DVD's, school books, hell, anything that was on the floor, out of the way.

"What are you doing?" She asked incredously, not sure whether to question his actions or just sit back and laugh, "Cause I'm pretty sure there's no trap door down there for you to hide in"

"No, I can't find my t-shirt" He practically shouted in a crazed panic, "I can't find my T-shirt… holy god…" He mumbled and just as Kayla heard a car pull into the driveway, she yanked him to his feet clumsily, grabbing his top that was at the end of her bed and thrusted it into his hands.

"What would you do without me?" She smirked teasingly as Stiles looked out the window, seeing Derek and Scott emerge from the car and he muttered a curse under his breath.

"That wasn't two minutes" He exclaimed loudly, pushing his T-shirt over his body in a frenzy, "That was nowhere near close to two minutes… that was as far away from two minutes as possible" He added quickly before letting out a small squeal as he looked down at his torso – his T-shirt was inside out.

"Crap… crap… crap…" He muttered, stripping it off him again just as Kayla heard the front door open.

"We don't have time for that" Kayla told him, tugging on his hand as he tried to pull his T-shirt on, dragging him from her bedroom before Derek could, oh so politely, just barge in… like he always did – no manners that man.

Stiles had just finished pulling his tee on all the way when Kayla yanked him across the hall, almost slamming head first into Derek at the top of the stairs, Scott not far behind him.

"You're early" Kayla greeted, trying to calm down her racing heart, hoping Stiles was trying to do the same even though, from the corner of her eye, she saw him swallow thickly, eyes going as wide as saucers, "What's going on? Everything A-Okay?" She asked before Derek could even say anything, hoping that he wouldn't – even just for Stiles' sake.

"No everything is not 'A-Okay" Derek replied in a low voice, forehead all serious and broody-like, "Isaac only went and got himself arrested for murder" And Kayla raised her eyebrows in astonishment.

"Yeah… I remember you saying it was Isaac – tall kid, blonde-ish hair right?" She added, looking towards Scott for confirmation, who nodded, "Huh… his face looks _way_ too innocent for people to even _consider_ him being a murderer" She commented, ignoring Derek's glare in her direction.

"Well they have" Derek replied and Kayla looked at him in confusion because he just stopped talking, giving her a once over glance, suspicion written all over his face.

"So…" Kayla trailed off, looking between Derek and Scott, furrowing her eyebrows, "Not that I don't enjoy the social call or anything but is there a reason you're here? Tea and biscuits? World domination? Something?" She asked and Scott looked at Derek sideways, who was still glancing at her suspiciously, before answering himself, "Uh, yeah… we need help with getting Isaac out of-"

"Are you _serious_ right now Kayla?" Derek suddenly exclaimed, cutting off Scott, narrowing his eyes.

"What?" Kayla replied back, "If you wanted my lawyer's number all you had to do was ask… geez" She muttered, shaking her head, rolling her eyes but Derek just narrowed his even more.

"You slept _with Stiles_?" He practically shouted, ignoring her comment, curling his fists and from behind her she heard Stiles exhale loudly and saw Scott's crooked jaw almost hit the floor, face swivelling between the two of them in shock.

"Oh" Kayla muttered, "That's what the glare was for... sorry, I just thought getting your newbie werewolf out of jail was more important than my personal life… my bad" She told him, somewhat sarcastically, crossing her arms, already dreading his 'mom' act.

"This isn't _funny_" Derek growled, angry eyes flitting between her and Stiles, "You slept with him?" He added before glaring at Stiles, "You slept with my cousin?" He demanded of Stiles between clenched teeth, forehead lowering.

"Uh… um… I…. uh…. Oh god…" She heard Stiles stutter quietly from behind her, taking a step closer to her back like she was some sort of physical barrier between the two of them, hands resting on her upper arms, keeping her in place.

"So, you got that off your chest yet? Cause I'm pretty sure we have more important things to worry about right about now Der" She sighed, resisting rolling her eyes though she did see Scott finally manage to close his jaw, one eyebrow still cocked in surprise.

"Yeah we do" Derek agreed, somewhat calmly, and she thought, with a little bit of hope that he may have finally realised that she was growing up and not a child anymore, but those hopes were washed away when Derek pointed an accusatory finger in her direction, "Like how you've completely lost your _blinking mind_" He exclaimed loudly, "You're not supposed to be doing stuff like that… like ever" He added before taking a step to the side to peer around her to Stiles who, as gentlemanly as ever, swivelled her body around too so she still shielded him from Derek – Kayla didn't know whether to just laugh or cry at this situation.

"And _you_" He shouted, glaring at Stiles over her shoulder, "When I said watch out for her it didn't mean sleep with my younger cousin" He was glaring so fiercely she could only imagine Stiles' facial reaction, "Now I really do want to rip your head off" He took a threatening step forward and Kayla placed a comforting hand on his chest before all hell could break loose.

"Okay, calm down Der"

"Don't tell me to calm down" He glowered, trying to move forward but Kayla held him back, "You can't expect me to stay calm after finding out the two of you HAD SEX" He shouted and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Just tell the whole neighbourhood why don't you?" She sassed, pushing him back a little bit before Stiles ended up fainting, "And anyway… I really don't see what the big deal is, you're just blowing things out of proportion as per usual"

"I'm trying to look out for you" Derek snarled, eyes flittering between her and Stiles, "And you Stilinski" Derek glowered, "If I find out you forced her-"

"Oh my god Derek" Kayla groaned, throwing her head into her hands, "We all know I'm the one that initiated it" And the silence was deafening to the point where they could probably be able to hear a pin drop.

"Okay… well, you didn't 'all' know that because you weren't there but, uh, you do now" She told them, "Know that is… too much information?" She questioned Scott quietly, watching as his eyebrows almost reached his hairline as he gave her an astounded look.

"Just a bit" He replied, nodding his head, sending Derek a nervous glance.

"That doesn't make it better" Derek exclaimed, "It just means I'm seriously considering getting your head checked" And this time she really did roll her eyes.

"Derek…"

"No" He snapped, "I always knew you were irrational but, really Kayla? Now? You're sixteen!"

"Okay, I'm not getting into the workings of my body with you right now Der but, newsflash, I'm not a virgin"

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out by now - UNFORTUNATELY" Derek grumbled, giving the death glare to Stiles who she heard gulp and saw Scott take a step back, chewing nervously on his lip.

"And haven't been for quite some time" She amended, watching as his face screwed up and she could almost imagine him sassily clicking his fingers and saying 'T.M.I gurl', that image keeping her in a good mood through-out their argument, "So, stop with the threats and the shouting and the disapproving glares because I really don't think you're one to talk Mr 'oh-so-perfect'" She snapped, "So we could either help you and save this Isaac kids' ass or stay here and argue over who _I _chose to be with… your choice?" She summarised, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him expectantly.

Derek glared once more at her before sending a withering glance to Stiles but nodded slowly, "Whatever" He snapped, "But this doesn't change anything Stilinski" He glowered at Stiles, eyes going red, "I'd be careful because if you do anything even… remotely… hurtful… I really will rip your head off… with my teeth" And, once Derek had ever so politely put the fear of god in Stiles, he began to stomp his way down the stairs, aggravation oozing from every pour in his body.

"Y'know… if it helps any he _did_ wear a condom so you don't have to worry about little Hales running about the place" Kayla called out, not even a tad embarrassed because she knew what was going through Derek's head right now and it was 1) kill Stiles, 2) kill her and 3) Oh crap… little Hales… sweet jesus god almighty.

Stiles nudged her urgently, a choked sound escaping his throat and Scott began coughing, unable to catch his breath.

"Just get in the car" Was all Derek said before slamming his way out of the house and Kayla shook her head, pissed off at his protectiveness as she turned around and met Stiles wide eyed stare.

"What?" She asked in defence, "It's the truth, isn't it?" She asked, looking between both Stiles and Scott who continued to gape at her, "Okay, fine, yes… I really do need to have a filter between my mouth and my brain but just be glad it was that that came out and not the size of your-"

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go, times a ticking" Stiles rushed out, covering her mouth with his hand, practically pushing her down the stairs, no doubt nervous as to what she would've said next but, hand on heart, it would've been flattering _that's_ for sure.

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><p><strong>A.N) woo hoo, here's the update – sorry guys, I thought I would be back Sunday night but turns out it was Tuesday night so I tried to type out as much I could for you guys – back to regular updating every couple of days, woop, so chapters will be quicker and longer – anyway, please please please review and next chapter will defo have hunterprotectors and the beginnings of the Erica/Kayla/Stiles drama… until next time peeps… please review and let me know what you think thanks x**


	50. Chapter 50 - WTF Derek

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Stiles had never blushed so hard in his life and that was not a lie or an exaggeration – no, it was a cold, hard fact. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks before Kayla had even finished the sentence, covering her mouth because he knew what she was going to say and, although he hoped it would've been complimentary, he wasn't about to take that chance.

He chuckled uncomfortably as he guided them both down the stairs, keeping Kayla's mouth covered just in case, "Ha… yes, yes… that's nice but you heard Derek… he needs your help, now, so maybe you should go with him now huh? Before he comes back and follows through on his threats?" He asked, stepping of the last step and spinning Kayla around to face him, eyebrows raised.

She mumbled something incoherent against his hand and, tilting his head to the side, he pulled away his hand, sucking in a breath, hoping, hoping, _hoping_, she wouldn't finish her sentence.

"I said… you not coming with?" She asked, a pleasant smirk plastered on her face.

"Um… no, n-no… I'll… meet up with you guys later" Stiles replied, eyes flitting nervously towards the front door that Derek had just slammed his way out of.

"Okay" Kayla chirped back happily, starting to bounce back up the stairs.

"Wait – where-where are you going?" Stiles hissed urgently between his teeth, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible, not ready to admit that, if she left, Derek could come back and really rip his arms _and_ head off, "D-Derek's waiting for you"

"I left my underwear upstairs" She replied innocently almost making Stiles choke because a) Okay… good image, b) Scott was there and c) Oh yeah… Derek was just outside… _fab_.

"…Oh" Was all Stiles could get out, nodding quickly and nervously, "S-Sure, you should probably get them" He added, placing his hands on his hips and looking anywhere, _anywhere_, but at Scott, dreading what his face would look like.

"Unless… you plan on coming over later?" She asked, looking ready to burst into hysterical laughter, "Because maybe then I should just leave them off?" She suggested, and Stiles felt like collapsing because she was just winding him up, trying to make him embarrassed, teasing him and, although he was actively trying not to fall for it, it was crazy hard – pun intended.

"Uh… um…" He stuttered, making the mistake to look at Scott who, as he predicted, was giving them both an eyebrow raised look, mouth slack, head tilted forward in shock, "Uh… m-maybe you should then" He nodded, pushing his embarrassment to one side, "If-If you want"

"Is that a flirtation?" She asked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in an effort to not laugh which was one of the things that he found _so_ sexy – damn her for doing that, he was sure she knew the kind of effect it had on him.

"Do you want it to be a flirtation?" He fired back, finally able to start putting the jumbled mess of his mind back together because Derek's intimidating presence was not there – _thank god_.

"I _always_ want it to be a flirtation" She said suggestively, sending him a seductive wink that sent his heart racing like he was running a damn marathon.

"Okay, guys" Scott interrupted them both, holding out his hands and Stiles recognised the same look plastered on his face as the times where he used to begin to have an asthma attack, "As much I enjoy hearing about your, uh… 'private'… activities… we need to save Isaac" He told them both, big brown eyes wide and, Stiles snapped back to reality, pointing a finger in Scott's direction.

"Yes, _yes_" He exclaimed, "Gold star for the puppy" And, Scott frowned at him, obviously momentarily confused and Stiles couldn't blame him – did he just call his best friend a 'puppy'? Was he doing pet names now? Cause he was one hundred and ten percent sure that those kinds of names were reserved for girlfriends only, not werewolf buddies.

Kayla laughed, eyes flitting between the two of them in amusement, "Okay, I get it… relax boys… let me get dressed, uh, properly" She amended, raising her eyebrows, "Because Scottie boy, this has been the second time you've interrupted us" Kayla spoke in a light teasing voice, "Do you want an invite to the party or…?" She trailed off, smile bright and Scott coughed, rubbing his crooked jaw nervously.

"No… _no_" He replied instantly, eyes wide as saucers, "No… _way…" _And Stiles gave him a sideways glance, wondering what he actually meant by that sentence, "I mean… I'm sure it's great and everything" He told them in a solid voice, giving Stiles an honest look, "But that's not really my thing… not that there's anything wrong with that type of thing" He corrected himself in a panic, "I just don't want to… y'know… with…" He nodded his head in Stiles' direction and Stiles almost gagged at that image in his head, "I'm shutting up now" Scott practically whimpered, running a nervous hand through his floppy hair.

"I'm kidding Scottie" Kayla laughed, making her way back up the stairs backwards so she could still talk to them, "Boy… I love winding the two of you up… you'd make a fortune in a comedy act" Kayla told them both and Stiles shared a glance with Scott, "Maybe even more in a threesome act" She added and both Stiles and Scott whipped their heads to stare at her, astounded, getting caught up in her teasing - _again. _But, uh sometimes, Stiles admitted, she said things so convincingly it was hard to know if she was _just_ teasing or if she actually meant it.

"I'm joking" Kayla exclaimed light-heartedly, turning the corner at the top of the stairs but peeked her head back out, sending them both a playful wink, "…Maybe" She amended before turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

"She's… she's definitely kidding" Stiles tried to assure both himself and Scott, "…I think" He added unsurely, "At least, I hope because, urghh" He shivered, glancing at Scott, "You get that feel?"

"One hundred percent" Scott immediately replied, looking just a _tad_ embarrassed about the whole situation and, even Stiles was too.

"So… uh…" Scott trailed off, rocking backwards and forwards on his heels, avoiding Stiles' eyes.

"So…" Stiles joined in, the awkward silence deafening.

"So…" Scott replied, meeting his gaze hesitantly, giving him a thorough glance over, "…So…"

"You gonna finish that sentence or what Scott? Because otherwise you'll catch flies" Stiles interrupted his best friends' humming and ha-ing because, seriously, that look he was giving him was a cross between him finding out Stiles was a mass murderer and a priest… at the same damn time.

"Uh sorry" Scott apologised, "It's just… you're not a virgin anymore" He added before giving Stiles a kind of dopey, yet grossed out, smile, "My best friend isn't a virgin anymore"

"Congrats for figuring that out… I mean, I know you're slow sometimes Scott but _c'mon_ – what gave it away? Derek announcing it to the whole street or Kayla's inability to keep this-"He pointed to his mouth, "Zipped?" He exclaimed before calming down and a proud smile worked its way to his face, "I'm not a virgin anymore" He whispered gleefully, leaning forward, invading Scott's personal space, "Dude you could've told me how damn right great it was"

"I… did" Scott shrugged, leaning forward too, "but you started talking over me, saying how you didn't want the 'gory details' because it would scar you for life"

"Details, details" Stiles waved his hand in front of him, "But, dude, seriously… it was just wow… like… w-o-w… completely and utterly… wow" Stiles couldn't think of any other describing words because, damn, seriously, it was just, like, mega wow… wow, wow, wow.

"Okay, Stiles, I think that's eno-"

"Holy god buddy, I… I feel like a new person like… I've been reborn" He exclaimed giddily, "You know what I mean?" He added, feeling on top of the world.

"Yes" Scott replied bluntly, screwing his face up, "But, please, don't-"

"I had sex" Stiles overlapped what Scott was saying, "I, Stiles Stilinski, will not die a virgin… this is like a dream come true Scottie" He told him, letting out a big fist bump making Scott let out a small jump, "I-had-sex-and-it-was-the-best-feeling-in-the-world" He rushed out just as Scott placed his hands over his ears, shaking his head violently.

"I'm pleased for you but… seriously… don't… the amount of testosterone and pheromones in this house is making me…" He trailed off, letting out a small shiver and, just as Stiles was about to reply with some witty comment, Kayla bounced down the stairs, a warm look plastered on her face.

"You ready Scottie?" She asked, throwing a blue, zip up hoodie over her red short sleeved top, "Because you heard Derek… don't want to make him even more royally pissed" And that soon sobered Stiles up like a bucket of cold water getting thrown over a drunk man.

"More ready… than you could _ever_ possibly know" Scott replied, taking his hands off his ears and straightening out his black jacket, giving Stiles a gobsmacked and slightly shocked look like he still couldn't believe the events that had just happened – and Stiles got where he was coming from… he still couldn't believe it either… couldn't believe how… amazing and completely mind blowing it really was – way better than his dreams, _that's_ for sure… okay, he was getting side tracked – _again_.

Kayla just nodded before facing Stiles, her hands automatically straightening out his T-shirt that was no doubt squint and twisted after trying to put it on in a rush… rush being a damn understatement, "We'll call you, k?" She asked, a light smile on her face.

"Yup" Stiles nodded affirmatively as she reached up and placed a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing Scott's hand and dragging him through the front door, almost making him trip at the sudden action.

"See ya later lover boy" Kayla called out over her shoulder, sending him a playful wink and Stiles responded by giving a two fingered wave. Once the door was slammed shut, and he was left standing there in the hallway, a wide smile spread across his face and he let out a loud "YES", jumping up in the air before, hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck and looking around awkwardly, double checking no one was there because, otherwise, that _would've_ gotten awkward.

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><p>Kayla had never really experienced 'dead silence' before – even during exam time there was always the occasional cough or that really annoying kid that wouldn't stop clicking his pen to the beat of some shitty song, but boy oh boy, it definitely wasn't good.<p>

The whole car ride was… silent – even Scott's breathing was super quiet like he was afraid to even breathe and Derek, well Derek, was like a caged animal, facial features morphed into stone.

Finally, unable to take the silence anymore, Kayla began tapping her fingers against the passenger side door, one finger absentmindedly playing with a few strands of her hair. Derek blew out an aggravated breath, sending her a withering gaze from the side of his eye.

Okay then… guess someone has their knickers in a twist. She stopped tapping her fingers, turning her gaze out the window at the side but she was restless and, soon, had begun clicking her tongue just for something to do.

Another huff came from beside her and, resisting rolling her eyes, she bit down on her tongue, folding her arms across her lap, her whole energy focused solely on trying to sit still but it sure was hard.

"Are we there yet?" She asked, unable to keep quiet, giving Derek an exasperated look.

"No" Was his short reply, his grip tightening around the steering wheel.

"Well… are we almost there yet?" She amended her sentence, trying to keep her voice light-hearted because, even though she was used to fighting with her family, she assumed Scott wouldn't be too keen on that idea.

"No" He replied back, keeping his stony gaze focused out the window and this time Kayla really did roll her eyes, her snarky attitude getting ready to burst through.

"Wow… _real_ mature Der, and here _I_ thought you were supposed to be the older one – might have to double check your birth certificate" Kayla replied, a sarcastic edge to her voice as she gave him an astounded stare.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at her from the side of his eye, "I'm not talking about this anymore Kayla" He deadpanned and that _really_ riled her up.

"Why not? You and just about everyone else always tell me to 'stop bottling stuff up' and now you want close yourself off?" She asked, "Wow" She muttered in astonishment, giving the roof of the car an astounded look as though it knew what she was going on about.

"Actually, on second thoughts, why would I want to talk to you? I'm still mad"

"_You're_ still mad?" Derek demanded, his voice raising a few octaves higher, "I'm trying to protect you and _you're_ still mad?" He added, obviously not pleased at all.

"You're damn right I am" She snapped, "You know why? Cause all this time you didn't care about helping Scott or care about avenging Laura" Derek's eyes darkened and she almost bit her tongue before things got really out of control but, by gosh, she was on a roll now, "You had another agenda and, congrats, you got it, you got your dream – you're a big, bad alpha now who's making a new family because, apparently, what little you have left just isn't good enough for the _amazing_ Derek Hale" She sucked in a deep breath after her rant, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in her stomach.

"I wanted to help, I _did_ help… I helped stop Peter didn't I?" And that sparked a flame inside her as she averted her eyes because she may hate Peter, loathe him even, but… he was still family… he still saved her life, that wasn't just something that 'went away'.

"Oh, so that's what this is all about" Derek said in realisation, giving her a strange look, "Peter" He stated, shaking his head, "Look… whatever 'obligation' you feel towards him was just him being manipulative and twisting… he's not worth fighting over"

"Says you" Kayla snapped, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"_Yes_, 'says me'" He quoted, giving an affirmative head bob.

"Well, I say differently" Kayla replied, "And anyway, I'm more mad at you right now for being a dick to Stiles and for trying to be a 'mom' which, by the way, you don't suit" Kayla exclaimed, her blood boiling.

"_I_ – am looking _out_ for you" Derek replied loudly, taking his hands off the steering wheel for a split second to wave his arms about manically, "Because someone has to"

"Oh _great_, so you're insulting my mom now… _way to go_ Der, no wonder people avoid you, hell, I don't even know how you get laid" She shook her head, trying to calm herself down, "Look, just… stop the car please?" She asked, unable to spend another _second_ in his presence.

"What, why?" Derek asked, "We're not there yet"

"_I'll walk"_ Kayla claimed, unbuckling her seatbelt to prove she meant business, "Just. Stop. The car"

Derek gave her a weird glance but braked the car once Kayla reached for the door handle, fully prepared to get out of the damn thing no matter how hard it was.

"Look… Kayla stop, okay? It's getting dark" Derek claimed as he put the passenger side window down to still talk to her as she briskly, and angrily, walked down the sidewalk.

"I can see" She replied in aggravation, her eyes turning that bright, emerald green as she sent him a withering gaze.

"Stop being so stubborn" He exclaimed loudly, aggravation obviously creeping up on him.

"NO" She said defiantly, crossing her arms as she walked, "I'll meet you there"

"You don't know where his house is" Derek claimed, speeding up the car slightly to keep in pace with her speed walking, head tilted down so he could still see her through the open window and, poor Scott, was gnawing on his bottom lip as he looked between the two of them in worry – hell, Kayla had forgotten he was there because he was as quiet as a damn mouse.

"Opposite Jackson's" She snapped back, remembering the route perfectly because she couldn't count how many times she had been driving about with Lydia and the girl 'needed' to stop in past her boyfriends' for something – that something probably being separation anxiety. She saw Derek's eyebrows furrow in that suspicious way and, for frick's sake, was he serious?

"And no – I didn't _bang_ him too" She said with a roll of her eyes, "Just… go… before I say something I'll regret later on" She sighed, avoiding both Scott and Derek's intense gazes.

"Fine" Derek snapped back, shaking his head, "And who's the immature one now, huh?" He sassed and, before she could say something back at him, he drove off at full speed, revving as he went.

"Damn you DEREK FRIGGING HALE" She hollered to the back of his car as he drove away, kicking away some stones in her path, "_Who's the immature one now huh_?" She said in a childish, imitation of Derek's voice, "I'll give you immature you… you… _soccer mom_" She mumbled to herself as she briskly strode along.

"God forbid I have sex" She was talking to herself now, "It's not the bloody 1600's anymore… Jesus… I think there's a screw loose in his head…" She trailed off, turning around as she heard some twigs snap, narrowing her eyes.

"What?" She asked to the open air, "Are you gonna stay hidden or try and kill me because, I, for one, would rather the latter" She called out, scanning her surroundings because she was _so_ not in the mood for anyone attacking her right now.

"Uh… no killing just… photographing" A guy mumbled as he stumbled out of the overgrown forestry, ruffling his dirty blonde hair to get rid of all the leaves and twigs, "I mean… photographing the surroundings, not-not you" He chuckled uncomfortably, holding out his hand.

"Matt – we, uh, go to school together" And Kayla nodded, vaguely recognising him from her art class, placing her hand in his.

"Uh, yeah, Kayla-"

"Hale" He finished her sentence as he shook her hand, "I-I know… friends with Allison right?" He asked and Kayla nodded slowly, taking her hand back because, although he seemed nice enough, there was just something… off about him but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"…Yeah…" She said slowly, "The one and only – so, yeah… nice meeting you and, y'know, have fun with your…" She nodded her head down to his rather large camera dangling from his neck that looked just _a bit_ paparazzi-ish for her liking but was unable to find the right words which was very, _very _unusual.

"…Photographing?" He asked, a pleasant smirk on his face.

"Yes, that" She smiled warmly, preparing to walk away but he caught up with her pace.

"You… need a ride anywhere?"

"No thanks, I'm storming away on principle and taking a lift kinda defeats that purpose but… cheers" She nodded her head to him, trying to not show how she was slightly… weirded out by him.

"Cool, no problem, just thought I'd ask with all the murders going on" He stopped walking, "See ya around"

"Yeah… sure, okay" Kayla mumbled back, glancing back once over her shoulder. She didn't know why but she sensed there was something… different about him – like, he was angry and loathsome yet smitten at the same time – with who she didn't know, probably Allison by the way he was asking for her. Now, what the hell would a guy like him be doing out at the woods at night for? – she wasn't an expert but she didn't see an extra flash on his camera and it was pitch black outside… so how could he take photo's? This was just getting weirder the more she thought about it.

She shook her head as she carried on her journey, trying to make it to Isaac's house in time because, sure, she was pissed, and when she said 'pissed' she meant '_pissed'_ at Derek, but she did want to help, especially if the Isaac guy was innocent.

As she turned the corner of the street, she began to jog, avoiding any 'old granny' stares out the window, trying to act discreet but, luck was _forever_ on her side as her trainer clad foot stepped on a cats' tail – BY ACCIDENT – and it let out a loud howl, or screech, it could've been a screech, and lunged at her, making her jump back.

"_Psycho cat_" She glared at the offending animal as it hissed at her, its fur standing on end, "I didn't mean to stand on you… take a chill pill" She added, taking another step back from the tabby cat as it creeped forward slyly, hissing loudly.

"You so much as _think _of clawing your way up me, I will strangle you" She warned, pointing a finger at the damn cat but still it moved forward, now growling (could a cat growl?!) at her.

Kayla narrowed her eyes, fed up with the fact she was having a stand-off with a bloody cat of all things – not even a werewolf or a hunter which would be totally badass, but no, a bloody cat.

"You think I'm joking don't you? Newsflash you crazy, hairy kitty cat, I'm not" She told him/her/it/whatever and, just as the cat was about to take a lunge at her and probably try and claw her face off, she made her eyes turn bright green, flashing dangerously.

Strangely, Kayla did feel a sense of accomplishment as the cat backed off, tail all puffy and twitchy, staring at her in fear.

"Booyah – guess we all know who's the boss huh? Yeah, that's right you… you… abomination – yeah that's right, I called you an abomination, what'cha gonna do about it?" She egged the cat on as it continued to move backwards before disappearing into the bushes, "Yeah… that's what I thought" She shouted triumphantly turning around and coming… face to face with Scott.

"Were… were you just arguing with… a cat?" He questioned as Derek walked up behind him, inquisitive stares plastered on their faces.

"_No_" She claimed with a scoff, "Who would be so stupid as to argue with a _cat_?" She asked, waving her hand but they both just raised their eyebrows, "Yes, fine, I was, I admit the deed – did you find what you were looking for?" She asked, changing the subject, staring at Scott rather than Derek because that did keep her relatively calm.

"Unfortunately" Scott mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at Derek before taking her arm and gently guiding her away from Derek and down the street, out of ear shot.

"It's the full moon so Allison is going to tie me up here and you and Derek will have to go to the jail to save Isaac" He stated and, when Kayla gave him a look crossed between repulsion and aggravation, he put his hands up in surrender, "It's about the only plan we have"

"… I know" She whispered, keeping her voice low, "As long as you'll be fine here and won't, ya know, try to rip apart everything in sight – promise me that and I'll happily go with Derek, no questions asked"

"I promise" Scott mumbled, lowering his forehead into a pensive like look, "There's a… a freezer… in the house" He added seriously.

"Really?" Kayla asked in faux shock, "They own a freezer? Shame on them" She added in a serious voice, shaking her head but Scott frowned at her before whipping his head back and forth.

"No… like a… a broken freezer" Scott corrected, giving her a look – a look which clearly meant she should be picking up on what he meant.

"Oh – you're one of those people that are all about scrapping huh?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow but Scott just shook his head even more, beginning to look panicked.

"No… like… a broken freezer that Isaac's dad used to lock him up in" Scott explained and Kayla just gaped at him – god, what a useless father.

"What a _dick_" She exclaimed, "No wonder Isaac wanted out"

"Yeah, well… Allison is locking me up in there just to be on the safe side and, uh… you two are going to be alright, right?" Scott questioned, "Because it would be bad if you killed each other _before_ saving Isaac"

"Just a little bid bad yeah" Kayla agreed, "I mean… I want to rip his face off-"

"So reassuring-"

"But-"Kayla interrupted Scott who had interrupted her, "He's still my cousin, I'm not as mad at him as I act… we'll be civil… for Isaac's sake" She told Scott honestly, "Don't fret"

"You're like an atomic bomb, I'm bound to fret" Scott claimed.

"Thanks" Kayla smirked, "But we'll be fine… good luck Scottie" She told him, patting his arm as she walked past.

"Yeah… you too" She heard Scott say as she got closer and closer to Derek – Derek, who she had repeatedly fallen out with god knows how many times over the past few months… this was going to be fun.

"You ready?" She asked Derek, deliberately keeping her voice civil.

"…Sure… as long as you promise not to rip my face off" Derek said, cocking an eyebrow in her direction – okay then, guess they were still within hearing range.

"No guarantee's" Kayla promised as she lowered herself into the car.

"You mean you're _actually_ planning on staying in the car this time?" She heard Derek ask in faux surprise as she tied her seatbelt, eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

"Yes Mr-broody-forehead, that _was_ the plan" She told him sarcastically and, just as Derek was about to pull out of the driveway, Scott ran up to the passenger side window, huffing and puffing.

"Wait… wait… I got a message for the two of you" Scott said, looking between the two of them nervously, "Uh… St-iles…" Scott said slowly, obviously testing the waters and, when Derek didn't blow a gasket he carried on, glancing down at his phone "Said, uh… he knows how to get into the jail so maybe you could… um… pick him up?" Scott trailed off, his voice getting considerably higher and Kayla nodded before twisting around in her seat to see Derek.

Derek's face screwed up as though he had tasted sour milk – A.K.A, did not looked pleased at all – but he glanced from Scott to Kayla before, trying, _trying_ being the operative word here, to smoothen out his facial features.

"…O-kay…" Derek said slowly, breathing deeply and Kayla took that as a relatively good sign, "… Tell your _friend _we'll be there in fifteen minutes, and _not_ to be late" He warned, giving Scott a mildly terrifying look to which Scott nodded quickly.

"Well… this is going to be a bunch of laughs" She commented dryly and heard Scott let out a sound of quiet agreement.

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><p>Turns out Derek took stoic silence to a whole new level of infuriating. She was sitting in the back of Stiles' jeep with Stiles driving and Derek in the passenger seat and all she heard was the occasional grunt and huff and the odd loud exhale. Stiles' brown eyes nervously looked at her through the rear-view mirror but all she did was shrug back because, Derek was Derek, best just to leave him be.<p>

They drove up next to the police station, stopping the jeep and Kayla leaned forward, her head acting as a kind of barrier between the two males in her life because she _did_ remember Derek's threats – unfortunately – and kinda preferred Stiles with all his limbs attached.

"Okay, now uh… the keys to, um, every cell are in a, um, p-password projected, I mean 'protected'-"Stiles fumbled, tripping over his words which Kayla found absolutely adorable but 'shhhh', don't tell him that, he could use it as leverage.

"Get on with it Stilinski" Derek groaned, closing his eyes momentarily looking just about 100% done with everything.

"Protected-lockbox-in-my-fathers'-office" He rushed out, nodding his head along with what he said.

"And…?" Derek asked, gritting his teeth as he looked between the two of them.

"And… "Stiles said, giving Derek a very obvious, wide eyed look at he pointed towards the lady working at the front desk, obviously unable to 'words'.

"And the trouble is getting past the front desk because there's a woman there guarding it… you do know what a woman is, right Der?" Kayla sassed, cocking an eyebrow at her cousin.

He just gave her a sarcastic smile back, light green eyes boring into hers.

"I'll deal with it" Derek said, just about to hop out of the car but suddenly, surprising her and probably Derek too, Stiles grabbed his arm urgently.

"Whoa… whoa… whoa… you? You're not going in there" he claimed before snatching his hand back after the look Derek gave him, "I'm keeping my hand off you… forever…" He added, scooting back slightly, "Never… never touching you again"

"Bet he wishes that applies to all Hales" Kayla teased before internally cursing herself because the non-filter between her mouth and her brain was becoming a real problem.

"Uh… sorry" She apologised, biting her bottom lip because, sure, it was an incredibly serious situation but, damn, Derek looked about ready to pop a blood vessel and Stiles wasn't fairing any better – it was just too damn funny.

"Unbelievable" Derek mumbled, getting ready to open the door again but Kayla slapped away his arm, slamming it shut before he could even get a leg out.

"Wait… you… you're not exactly the type of person to just waltz into a police station – _hello_, you got arrested not that long ago" Kayla reminded him, giving him a 'duh' look.

"Yeah… and who was to blame for that?" Derek asked, his eyes sliding over to Stiles who gulped nervously.

"If-If it's any consolation we, uh… we did it because...-"

"Because you're a dick" Kayla finished Stiles' sentence, ignoring his gobsmacked look, "Simples – but what do you expect when you go in there? Become best buddies with the cops?"

"I was exonerated"

"Still a person of interest though" Stiles oh-so-helpfully pointed out but soon shut up when Derek glared at him.

"I'm innocent" Derek claimed, giving them both a wide eyed look as if to say 'get with the programme guys, where have you been the last few weeks?'

Kayla snorted, unable to keep quiet, "Who, you? Ha… yeah, cause I'm not sure we're talking about the same Derek Hale here" And Derek sent her an unimpressed look.

"I'm going… and while I distract her… you two are getting the keys…clear?" he asked them both slowly as if they were five years old and Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Crystal" Kayla replied and, as Derek pulled himself from the jeep, she floundered about for a few seconds crawling over the back of the seat and landing, as gracefully as ever, on her back in the front of the jeep, this-close to whacking just about all of her limbs off something hard.

Stiles' head floated above her, a grin forming over his features.

"You know… there's a leaver here" He pointed to the side of the drivers' seat, "So you don't have to endanger yourself and others around you to get out" He chuckled and Kayla smirked but allowed him to pull her from the jeep.

"Shut up" She grumbled light-heartedly, "You did say on the day we met that I'm-"

"Part monkey" Stiles finished her sentence, "Yeah… I remember, but seeing that-"

"Has changed your mind?" She gestured to her clumsy way of exiting his jeep and he nodded, caramel brown eyes staring into hers and, phew, was it hot in here, or rather out here, or was it just her?

A deliberate cough made them both break eye contact and look at Derek who stared at them in a cross between wanting to physically break them apart (even though they weren't even touching) or just give up and accept it.

"Sheesh... someone's touchy" Kayla mumbled, "Anyways, you ready?" She asked before _another_ fight could break out, practically dragging Derek forward and throwing him through the door.

"Good luck… don't traumatise her please" She whispered urgently and then left Derek to it, hoping… hoping against hope his social skills weren't as bad as she thought of them as.

"Do you think it's gonna work?" Stiles asked, coming up beside her so they could both peek through the door.

"It better" Kayla replied, "Otherwise…"

"Otherwise what?" He asked, somewhat nervously.

"Otherwise… we'll have to send you in instead" She smirked, "How's your flirting game?"

"Not good" He said immediately, "You know me… not good… bad, very very bad… probably worse than Derek" Stiles claimed, shaking his head furiously, "And ew – I've known her since I was like… six… Yuck" And Kayla chuckled, patting his chest comfortingly.

"Chill… I think… believe it or not, Derek has it covered" And she was right – the woman behind the desk was totally falling for it.

"Huh" She heard Stiles murmur in astonishment and she felt like doing the same – who knew Derek knew how to actually flirt? Ha – not her.

"Okay… let's roll" She whispered quietly, pulling lightly on Stiles' hand as they both tried to manoeuvre themselves past reception without being seen which resulted in some very strange moves before hiding in the corridor.

"Well… I think that went better than expected" Stiles said, a hand sweeping out across his brow but Kayla wasn't looking at him – she was peering over his shoulder through a window into one of the interrogation rooms, knitting her eyebrows.

"Yeah… you might have second thoughts about that statement" She claimed, nodding behind Stiles to the scene behind him – just as things were beginning to run smoothly they just _had_ to have a full-fledged hunter/protector fight on their hands, didn't they?

"Balls" stiles muttered, scratching the back of his head and he sure was right there – what the hell were they supposed to do now?

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><p>"Now Erica… you have to open up at some point" Ms Morrell said in a calm voice and Erica just continued to play with the ends of her sleeves nervously, hating how someone was trying to pry into her life.<p>

"What about friends? Family? Is there a boyfriend?" And Erica let out an annoyed grunt at that last one – couldn't that nosy guidance teacher _see_ she wasn't exactly dating material?

"So… no boyfriend?" She asked for confirmation, big brown eyes wide and Erica nodded slowly, "But… you want there to be?" She guessed and Erica avoided her gaze, staring out the window.

"Now this is something we can talk about" The teacher said and Erica began tapping her foot nervously, because, no, this was definitely something she _didn't_ want to talk about, especially not with her.

"Is there someone you have in mind?"

"No" Erica replied far too quickly, tipping Ms Morrell off, "I mean… no one"

"Are you sure about that? Because I know teenage girls, I was one before you know" She chuckled, leaning forward intently, "Because you can tell me – what happens in here, stays in here"

Erica met her gaze shyly, gnawing on the inside of her cheek, "Well, uh, there is this one guy but… but… he's with someone" She admitted quietly, kind of surprised at herself for admitting it because Erica dreaded, absolutely dreaded, thinking about _them_, or more specifically, _her_.

"And how does that make you feel?" Well, even shittier than normal.

"… Not good…" Erica said quietly, "But, uh, he probably doesn't even know who I am – no one does – they only know me as the girl that can't control her own body"

"That's not true" Ms Morrell protested, "You give yourself less credit than you deserve – you're a very beautiful girl and anyone would be honoured to get to know you"

Erica just nodded but glanced down at her lap, way too uncomfortable.

"Next week we'll start to work on your confidence… and then, maybe, you could finally talk to that boy you like so much"

Erica stared at her in shock, mouth going slack, "You-you mean that? You could help with that?"

"You're underestimating me Miss Reyes… I can work miracles – same time next week?"

"S-Sure" Erica stuttered, pulling herself to her feet and escaping the tiny, cramped office yet a feeling of bliss washed over her – if it worked, if Ms Morrell could help her, did that mean she could talk to Stiles and not be a blubbering mess?

She hoped so, she prayed it would work because she just wanted to be more confident, more beautiful, more… _everything_ so she was never underestimated again.

Of course, she would have to compete with 'Miss endearing' but, for the first time in a long while, Erica felt like she was, finally, up for the challenge!

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><p><strong>A.N) Well… well…. Well… almost done episode 2 – woo hoo, can't wait to properly delve into the storyline – so what do you think of the whole StilesKayla/Erica thing?… I can't wait to explore that especially after Erica becomes a werewolf ha! Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed and please please please review, they mean a lot – next chapter out soon :)**


	51. 51 - How to give the sheriff a coronary

**Disclaimer: Teen Wold does not belong to me in any shape or form which is very upsetting – ha – anyways a massive shout out to We're All M-M-Mad Here, Guest, Simone140089, Guest, ALEX (I really did, ha x) HanoonAli, neverforgetme12 and Classless1219 for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter **

**Hey guys, just to let you all know I took down the A/N so if you haven't read the chapter that I put up three days ago then, yeah… read it just in case you missed it! Ha! **

"What are we supposed to do now?" Stiles asked, bobbing his head between her and… well, the chaos inside that one room that Kayla couldn't even describe. The tables were turned over, chairs strewn across the room and the filing cabinets were on their sides, files littered across the floor creating a makeshift carpet – and, despite the obvious, very crappy situation they were in, Kayla's one thought was 'damn, Mr Stilinski was gonna have a hell of a clean up to do'.

Yes, she had her priorities straight, _that's_ for sure.

"Uh…" She trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows – was it just her or did she feel a headache coming on? Yup, definite headache, _fab_. She tilted her head to the side, studying the two opposing sides. She recognised Mary and her husband, and vaguely regarded another shorter guy but she didn't know him… well, not like she 'knew' Mary and her husband because trying to kill each other was not her definition of a 'bonding experience'.

She saw a couple of Argent's men trying to retaliate but it seemed the 'protectors' were well clued up on how to kick other people's asses because, through whatever knowledge she had acquired over the years, she recognised some very articulate fighting moves going on there.

"I gotta admit though, that's some top class moves" She whistled just as one of the protectors spin kicked one of the hunters, sending him flying straight through the small window, shards of glass breaking apart.

"Kayla, seriously, what do we do?" He asked in a frenzy, grabbing a hold of her hand and giving it a tight squeeze, as though he was reassuring himself of something and that snapped her from her brain fog – geez what was wrong with her today? She always got easily distracted but first with that creepy Matt kid and now this? Something was definitely up.

"Um, you… you go find the keys, you know where they are and how to get them and I'll… I'll try and stop them killing each other" Kayla replied, nodding her head to the fight that was, by no means, slowing down.

"Five against one Kaylz, I don't know about you but I'm not up for those kind of odds" Stiles immediately protested, big brown doe eyes shining with worry.

"I have a plan" She soothed but Stiles shot her a dubious look, raising his eyebrows, "…sort of" She amended, shrugging sheepishly – her plans sometimes worked out, they may have a few kinks in them but they weren't _all_ bad – well, there was that one time…

"Huh, yeah…._**No**_" He shook his head adamantly, "We're a team now, remember? So, I either come with you or you come with me" He added very, _very_ seriously and, wow, okay, serious demanding protective Stiles sure was sexy – okay, _so_ not the time Kayla.

She felt her eyebrows raising in surprise at that… offer, knowing he was absolutely dead serious and wasn't just saying that out of necessity or guilt – he actually, 100%, meant it.

Now Kayla wasn't exactly used to being in a 'team' – it got way too complicated and if one person went wrong everyone else did too, working by herself was much more simpler and if anything, god forbid, did go horribly terribly wrong then she had only herself to blame. But, the way Stiles was looking at her with this kind of… worry and urgency, she felt it was contagious because, yes, better they stick together, especially considering they didn't know what lay beyond… god that was dramatic.

"They're gonna kill each other though" Kayla heard herself protesting but, as soon as the words left her mouth, she shrugged, letting out an 'eh' noise, "Oh well, no loss there – let's go" She grabbed Stiles' hand, tugging him down the hallway.

"I'm not gonna lie – I expected you to put up a bigger fight" He admitted, keeping up with her quick pace.

"Why would I argue when you were right?" She smirked, cocking an eyebrow at him, "Seriously though, where are we going? And I don't even know why I'm leading cause I have no idea where we are" She stopped at the end of a corridor, glancing down either way.

"It's this way" Stiles chuckled, spinning her to the left and guiding her down another long corridor and straight into the heart of the police station – Sheriff Stilinski's office.

"I'll stay guard, you do the breaking and entering"

"This is just a way for me to win back my masculinity, huh?" He asked, bending down to pick the lock of the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I don't think you need to after earlier" She muttered to herself, head flitting every which way, watching out for anyone sneaking about because, seriously, after _that, _there was no need for him to win it back at all because… _wow_.

"What was that?" He asked, sounding genuinely like he didn't hear, raising his head to look at her.

"Nothing just… _quick_" She urged, her keen senses picking up on a noise just down the hall, like someone getting thrown into the wall – _so_ reassuring.

"I'm trying but the damn thing won't open" Stiles cursed, "I swear to god my dad child proofed this from me" He added and, trying not to seem amused, Kayla pulled a bobby pin from her hair and bent down, scooting in front of Stiles and in the space of three seconds the door swung open – hey, what could she say? She wasn't exactly a law abiding citizen.

"Wha- h-how did you do that?" Stiles asked affronted, eyes going wide, "I was supposed to prove my badassery"

"You can… later Stiles, just get the keys eh?" She asked, pulling him to his feet by his hand and pointing into the office, a part of her mind knowing that, no matter how good Derek was at his 'flirting' or whatever you wanted to call it, that woman behind the desk was still a trained cop – she would, _eventually_, know something was off and Kayla preferred avoiding any run ins with the police thank you very much.

"I always wanted to be a badass though" He sulked light-heartedly but still raced into the office, desperately pumping in the numbers to the lockbox as Kayla waited anxiously outside, trying to look as un-suspicious as possible which, if it's any consolation, was not working at all.

"Crap… we have a problem" Stiles rushed out as he raced back to her side, "They're gone, the keys are gone"

"What? How? Where? When? What?" Kayla responded, "But… but they're supposed to be there"

"Yeah, well, they're gone" Stiles threw his hands in the air in a kind of defeated motion, "What are we gonna do now?"

"Uh…" She was interrupted by the door right next to her getting thrown open and two people tumbling through it. Weirdly, at first, she thought it was two people getting a bit too frisky in the janitors closet but, at closer inspection, no, it wasn't two people making out it was two people fighting. Now, fighting would be a delicate word for what these two were doing because it wasn't just 'fighting', no, it was bloody killing each other…or close enough.

Marys' husband - Brian's dad - had his arms wrapped around the smaller guys' neck, a guy who was dressed in a deputy's outfit and he was struggling to breath, his face going cherry red and the protector-guy-thing-whatever just carried on squeezing and Kayla knew that if he did it any harder the guys' neck would break – not 'could' or 'slight possibly', no, it would, she could just see it happening.

"_Hey_" She snapped out of nowhere, grabbing the lumberjack guys' attention as he glowered at her, "You're supposed to be dead" He snarled, momentarily loosening his grip.

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" She let out a sickly sweet, patronising smile, "Guess I'm not as easy to kill as you think" And with that she kicked out with her right foot, her trainer hitting him across the jaw as he fell backwards and the deputy guy, who was _so_ _obviously_ a hunter, gasped for breath, lunging forward to get away from the squabble.

"Oops" Kayla cringed, taking a step back, "I probably shouldn't have done that"

"Yeah, probably not" Stiles agreed, taking another step back and pulling her with him as both of the other guys pulled themselves to their feet, "Because I would much rather them killing each other than trying to kill us"

Apparently though, whatever hatred the two guys had against each other was put aside for, well, their hatred for _them_ – great huh?

"I just want the _werewolf_" The deputy guy sneered, his face now pale and he looked like he couldn't even bench press ten pounds.

"I want you all dead" Brain's dad contradicted and Kayla rolled her eyes – he wanted them all dead? God, what a cliché.

"Well I'm afraid those boxes are going to have to be left unticked" Kayla spoke up, trying to distract them by, well, pissing them off which could go either way really – hopefully, the way she wanted it to.

"Kayla, now's really not the time" Stiles whispered in her ear, sounding panicked.

"Because, let's face it, have you looked in the mirror lately?" She continued on, standing her ground, "You both look like death warmed up" And both of them narrowed their eyes at her, getting madder and madder.

"What? Can't think of any witty comebacks?" She let out a small chuckle, "Or are you just too slow? Maybe being so close in each other's company just doubles your stupidity"

"Kayla" Stiles hissed in her ear, "Are you trying to get us both killed?"

"Quite the opposite actually" She whispered back before focusing her attention back on them, "Yeah… you make the guys on Jackass look like Einstein"

"I'm going to enjoy killing you… again" Brian's dad muttered, cracking his knuckles and Kayla smirked, knowing her plan was working.

"Yeah, cause the first time didn't work right?" She forced a laugh, "He can't even kill a teenage girl, you really gonna just _let_ him try and kill that werewolf?" She asked the deputy guy, feeling Stiles gently tugging on her arm, "He'll do something wrong and the werewolf will escape"

The deputy/hunter narrowed his eyes at her but looked at the protector, sheer anger written all over his face.

"Yeah, he talks a big game huh?" Kayla asked the hunter, "But, truth is, you could probably kick his ass… I've done it"

"YOU – shut your mouth" Brian's dad snarled, pointing an angry finger at her.

"Why?" Kayla asked, trying to get them riled, "You know it's true, no need to deny it"

He took an angry step forward but the hunter did too, grabbing his arm and slamming him into the near-by wall.

"Stay away from them… it's my job to kill the werewolf, not let some _amateur_ do it" The hunter growled and, although he looked about ready to collapse, he spoke a fierce game and Kayla almost, _almost_, fell for it.

"And you call yourself an _expert_?" Brian's dad chuckled humourlessly and Kayla mentally patted herself on the back because, yes, her plan worked – pitted the two alpha males against each other…good plan Kayla, good plan.

Quietly, as to not alert them to what she was doing, she was about to grab Stiles' hand and creep away but there was a teeny tiny hitch in her plan – well, not really 'her' plan, it wasn't her fault but, out of nowhere, Isaac, Isaac who was wolfed out, leapt out from around the corner looking….bloodthirsty for lack of a better word.

He knocked both her and Stiles to the ground before skidding in front of the others and, as Kayla was pulling herself into a sitting up position, ignoring the splitting feeling in her head, she saw Isaac grab the protector around the neck and throw him down the hall and straight through a nearby window and she cringed, feeling the pain internally.

However, the next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion – as Isaac was busy with the protector, the hunter lunged forward, an injection in hand and Kayla knew what it was – Wolfsbane, she could practically feel it screaming 'DANGER' from where she sat.

"_Isaac_" She screamed in desperation, trying to pick herself up off the floor in time as she watched the injection get closer and closer to the skin showing on his neck. Realistically, she knew she would never get up in time but she would be damned if she didn't try.

Just as the needle was about to pierce the skin something black blocked the path and the hunter got thrown backwards into the wall, knocking himself unconscious.

"Derek" Kayla gasped, relief spreading through her veins, "Always fashionably late" She rolled her eyes as both her and Stiles stumbled to their feet, looking around cautiously because Isaac, with it being his first full moon and all, was… haywire for lack of a better word. He was growling and snarling, eyes flashing dangerously and just as it looked like he was going to try and rip Derek's throat out he let out a god almighty roar load enough to shake the whole building and Isaac fell to his knees, quivering against the wall.

"H-How did y-you do that?" Stiles asked in a cross between fear, awe and shock.

"… I'm the Alpha" Derek replied cockily, a shit-eating grin beginning to spread over his face and, as much as she loved her cousin, Kayla really did want to knock that smile off his smug face once and for all.

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><p>"Stay here… watch him" Derek demanded and Kayla didn't even have time for an 'aye aye cap'in my cap'in' before he had disappeared, literally, if Kayla didn't know any better she would think he just went 'poof' into thin air.<p>

Stiles was currently in the station trying to smoothen things out with his dad like how a sixteen year old boy escaped from jail and how the whole place was trashed… also how god knows how many people were unconscious, why he was there and what the hell had happened – if Stiles managed to find a lie good enough for his dad to believe then she would just… well, she didn't know what she would do but it would sure as hell be a grand gesture because fooling the sheriff? Yeah, she didn't envy Stiles' job one bit.

Yet she nodded all the same, turning around and facing Isaac. She had never gotten a good look at him before now and knew this wasn't obviously his best look - what with him shaking and sweating and generally looking like absolute crap but, all the same, despite being a werewolf, he still had this quality of… innocence about him – she may not know him but she sure hoped it would stay intact and not turn into a vein, cocky, arrogant dick like many new werewolves did.

"Uh… I'm sorry about your dad" She decided to open with – why? No bloody idea, it was the first thing that came to her mind and, blame her stupid mouth for deciding to run with it. Isaac jolted slightly but let out a small nod of acknowledgement, his arms wrapping around his torso.

"You sure you're feeling okay?" She tried again, "Because you look, just, bleh" She added, taking a tentative step forward, closer to him, but he avoided her gaze but nodded all the same.

"…Want me to get you anything?" She asked, unable to bear the awkward silence that was between them as they waited for Derek's ass to _hurry the hell up_ and get the damn car before one of them fell asleep standing from pure boredom. Isaac just glanced up shyly, not meeting her gaze, but gave a firm shake of his head and, why was she not surprised?

"Well, I can see this is going to be a one sided conversation" Kayla muttered under her breath, crossing her arms and tapping her foot to the tune of Fall out Boy until she felt something brushing against her arm and looked up, almost jumping back at the sheer closeness that Isaac was to her. He was tall, mega tall actually, and his eyes were wide and panicked as they gleamed down at her.

"I don't feel so good actually" He admitted, beads of sweat running down his face, "I feel like… like my insides are burning yet my skin is ice cold" And Kayla furrowed her eyebrows as he took another small step closer to her.

"Uh, yeah, well in case you haven't noticed it's the full moon so… y'know, you're bound to feel a little… off" She said, shrugging slightly, "But Derek will look after you"

"I don't just feel 'off'" He said through chattering teeth, "My body is-"

"Fighting itself, yeah I know, not good huh?" She retaliated, her keen eyes watching as his muscular body seemed to shrink into a shivering, boy like state, "But I'm not a werewolf doctor Isaac… I don't know how to make you feel better"

His eyes continued to stare at her and she found it just a tad unnerving because, seriously, why was he looking at her like that? It was that kind of look that she just couldn't read and Kayla _hated_ that.

"Try" He said, and instead of his normal voice, it came out as more of a… pleading tone? Kayla just raised her eyebrows, glancing around for Derek, for the first time in ages wishing he was here to deal with his sick werewolf and not her, but when it was clear he wasn't going to turn up soon she nodded, raising her hand to touch his forehead.

"Well, I don't know why you think your skin feels cold because you could fry an egg on here" She said, his heat radiating through to the nerve endings in her palm, "My best guess would be your body's hormones are crazy-weird right now, like, off the charts wacko" She replied, about to pull her hand back but, as she did, he caught it, holding it to his chest.

"… How are you so warm?" He asked, seeming to be in a daze and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow as his grip on her tightened, fingers gently rubbing her palm.

"Uh… because I'm a living, breathing human maybe? That would be my best guess" She said, trying to tug her hand back but, whatever hazy state Isaac was in, he obviously wasn't paying attention, "Yeah… you can let go of my hand now" – nothing – "Okay… keep it, whatever, it's not like I need it or anything"

Kayla shifted so she was resting her weight on her left leg, taking a small step backwards because Isaac had gotten real close to her, and by 'real close' she meant almost collapsing on her and him practically cradling her hand to his chest, which by the way was quite firm – did she just say that? _Crap_ – and she preferred this position to not get any more compromising, especially if Derek and Stiles were supposed to show up.

Isaac began to mumble under his breath, his words incoherent and she was a little more than sure that he was losing his marbles by this point.

"What was that?" She asked, trying to keep her voice as gentle as possible as she met his eyes.

"I-I remember you" He muttered and, okay, that confused Kayla to no end.

"Huh?" She managed to get out, cocking her head to the side, "… If you mean from school then, yeah, we go to school together"

"No, no, no" He shook his head slowly, "t-third grade… I was eight and… and…" He trailed off, his body letting out a big shiver, almost collapsing and Kayla had to grab his bicep to keep him upright which was a hard thing to do if the guy you were trying to keep stable was over six foot bloody high.

"And…?" She urged, taking a small step closer to keep his legs from flailing, full on curious now.

"And… you were here… v-visiting and I-I saw you at the river…. Trying-trying to swim…"

"Okay, what do you mean 'trying', I'm an awesome swimmer" She contradicted, suddenly having to grab him round the waist before he face planted the tarmac.

"… And… and… we t-talked about-"

"Mint choc chip ice cream and toffee popcorn" A sudden realisation dawned on her at that moment, the memory coming back but, who would've thought that awkward eight year old boy she talked to was Isaac Lahey? Yeah not her – she was up for her annual visit and took a swim in the river, ignoring her parents warnings of course, and got talking to this kid – Isaac – huh… weird…

"I-I gave you, a… a gummy ring and-"

"Asked me to marry you, yeah I remember" She chuckled lightly, "Bit of a dickish move actually – we'd only known each other for, what, two hours?" She readjusted her position so his body weight was now on her shoulders and not pulling her back down.

"But I-I did… then-then you left" He muttered and Kayla could've sworn he sounded… sad? Oh god… please not an emotional werewolf, she couldn't deal with overly emotional werewolves, "… That-that was my first heart-break"

"Oh god…" She muttered, cringing internally just as she heard the back doors to the station getting thrown open and peaked out from behind the bush and watched as Stiles flailed about for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and spinning around on the spot, scratching the back of his neck.

"Pssssst, lover boy, over here" She called out, bobbing her head back and forth, "You couldn't give me a hand could ya?… I think his waterworks are about to start" She whispered loudly and Stiles frowned, taking a few cautious steps forward to peer at them both, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Uh… _what_?" He exclaimed, looking at them both in shock and Kayla glanced once at his expression then looked at their, uh, position because even she had to admit it looked bad because the way she was holding him up it looked as though they were doing… other stuff.

"You couldn't just push your jealously aside and think logically for one moment could you?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow and Stiles met her eyes, smoothing out his expression and strode forward, crossing his arms in front of his chest, tilting his head to the side.

"… Thinking logically…" He spoke up before shaking his head, "But not coming up with a logical answer"

"He's not feeling good" She replied simply, "And as much as I love your whole 'jealous' act this guy is like one hundred and ninety pounds of muscle and, if you ever want to get laid in the next week, I need help before my back gets thrown out" She let out a small grin as his eyes widened at that 'threat' just as Isaac's hand accidentally slipped as he stumbled slightly.

"Okay, Isaac, that's my ass" She nudged him but he didn't move, "Wanna help now?"

Stiles nodded quickly, grabbing Isaac with his other arm and helping her keep him stable and taking the weight off Kayla and, as she clicked her back, stepping out from under the weight of Isaac, Stiles suddenly just… let go. He didn't fall, trip or faint, no, he just dropped Isaac like… like… like dropping trash in a can and Isaac slithered, yes slithered somewhat gracefully, to the tarmac, completely dazed.

Kayla just watched, her eyes flickering between the two boys, "…You did that on purpose, didn't you?" She asked knowingly, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

Stiles was nodding in satisfaction as he stared at Isaac, hands placed on his hips but once she spoke his head snapped up, eyes going as wide as saucers.

"W-What? No" He claimed, letting out a scoff, shaking his head but she just smirked, shooting him a disbelieving stare, "Okay, fine, sure" He admitted, throwing his hands in the air, "But, unconscious or not, he was still touching your ass and that's-"

"Off limits?" She smirked, trying to prevent a full grin from spreading over her face.

"Completely" He replied instantly, bobbing his head up and down, "And don't you think it's cute we-"

"-Finish each other's' sentences?" She smirked, "Oh totally, lollipops and candy canes all-"

"-Rolled into one" Stiles finished, a smile plastered across his face and Kayla chuckled, "Okay, oh my god, this is so-"

"Cheesy?" Stiles grinned, "I know but I'm a cheesy kind of guy"

"Don't I know it?" She smirked, sending him a hundred watt smile, "But what are we supposed to do with, uh… him?" She nodded her head to Isaac who was laid out on the tarmac, all six foot one inch of him.

"Um… nothing" Stiles said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"We can't just leave him there – what if we have to run? Derek will be pissed" Kayla spoke up in amusement, cocking an eyebrow at his terrified look.

"Yeah… maybe I'll just…" He nodded his head down at Isaac, bending down to try and haul him up and, when Kayla tried to help too, he held up his hand, shaking his head.

"No, it's okay, I got this" He said in a determined voice, moving around and linking his arms under Isaac's, trying to pick him up, his face going considerably redder.

"Okay… someone's taking that 'threat' awfully seriously" She chuckled, leaning back against the wall, "And anyway, how did your dad take the news of an escaped prisoner?"

"Ughhh" Stiles groaned, trying to lift Isaac but promptly dropping him to the ground, "Heh… uh… alright, considering" He shrugged, "He thinks he's innocent but I just blamed those protector guys and dad is locking them up"

"Seriously?" She grinned, "That helps so much… what would we do without you?"

"Crash and burn" He immediately replied though began huffing and puffing under the weight of trying, _trying_, to lift Isaac though Kayla heard a car pulling up, praying it would be Derek's, "Or at least… crash… like I'm going to" He managed to get out and, before Kayla could even offer a hand, Stiles' legs collapsed and he buckled backwards, Isaac falling on top of him.

"…Ow…"

Kayla tried to stifle her laughter with her hand but it didn't work too well, especially when she heard Derek let out a sound between a groan and a huff which only egged on her amusement even more.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Well Der" Kayla started to say as he walked over, "Your newbie werewolf wasn't too feeling well, hence the… avalanche type thing going on here"

Derek rolled his eyes as he strode over, grabbing Isaac's arm and hauling him to his feet slinging an arm over his shoulder and keeping him upright, "Everything sorted out here?" He added.

"About as sorted out as it could possibly get" Kayla replied, holding out a hand for Stiles and he accepted it gratefully, intertwining their fingers once he was standing up properly, holding their clasped hands together near his side, "Stiles fixed it so just, uh, look after him yeah?" She nodded her head to Isaac as Derek placed him in the passenger side seat carefully.

"Mint choc chip ice cream… I would s-share my ice-cream w-with you…" Isaac mumbled just before Derek could close the car door and he gave Kayla a look which clearly asked 'What the hell is he talking about?'

"… Long story" Kayla waved her hand, "I think his brain is just fried"

"Okay" Was Derek's short reply, "You want a ride home?"

Crap. She raised her eyebrows, managing to bite her tongue because as much as she really, really, really wanted to say something she did _so_ not want to cause a fight right now… at least, not another one.

"Uh… nah, it's okay, I'll ride with Stiles" She said normally and then, once realising how that sounded, she bit the inside of her cheek because, sure, it was true, but no need for Derek to blow a gasket, "In the jeep" She continued, "Home – which is where I'm going" She lied, watching as a range of emotions flickered across Derek's face but he finally settled on neutral.

"Okay" He drawled out, obviously not wanting a fight and just as he was about to lower himself into the car he stopped and turned around, eyes landing on Stiles. Now Kayla knew Derek like the back of her hand and she fully expected him to make some kind of scathing comment but what came out of his mouth next shocked both her and Stiles into speechlessness.

"Thank you" He told him, nodding his head slightly, "… For your… help" He thanked and, although it sounded as though he was gurgling with acid he still said it, which was something Kayla never thought _Derek Hale_ would say to _Stiles Stilinski_ of all people.

Obviously, Stiles was on the same page as her because he gaped, his head tilting forward in shock as he stared at him, "Uh… um… yeah, n-no problem?" it came out as more of a question and Kayla raised her eyebrows at Derek because _seriously_? _Really_? Was this the same Derek because he sure as hell was acting a lot more… civil than normal?

Derek just gave them one last parting glance before disappearing into his car and driving off, revving as he went.

"What… what just happened?" Stiles asked in shock, using his free hand to lightly smack his cheek.

"I, honest to god, have absolutely… no idea" She muttered back before facing him, "Maybe we should test him for drugs?"

"Hey, if it keeps him from ripping me apart limb from limb leave him on them" Stiles replied and Kayla chuckled because maybe there was a slight chance Derek was finally accepting it, them, the whole definition of 'us' – but, for now, she was going to stick to 'maybe' because Derek was… well… Derek.

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><p>Kayla bounded down the Stilinski's stairs the next morning wearing nothing but Stiles' baggy plaid shirt, her bare feet padding across the hall and into the kitchen. Quietly, she stuck her head through, a grin forming over her face as she saw Stiles eagerly popping some bread into the toaster humming 'I'm walking on sunshine', his feet dancing as he moved about in the kitchen, shirtless.<p>

"Hmmmm, I could get used to this image" She muttered, just loud enough for him to hear because he turned around, meeting her gaze.

"Me too" He replied smiling widely, eyes trailing down her body before travelling back up, "Because wearing nothing but a shirt suits you"

"I thought wearing nothing, full stop, suits me" She teased that mental image as she walked into the kitchen, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He groaned lightly, hands landing on her hips, tugging her body closer to his.

"Yes" She replied straight away, "That was my plan all along, how did you know?" She teased, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth because she _knew_ that drove him crazy every time she did it.

"Uhhhh" He let out a sound between want and frustration, eyes landing on her lips, "Because you seem to enjoy it so much" He replied simply, one hand moving down slowly to press feather like touches to her upper thigh as his other hand rubbed circles on her hip.

"I do… I really… really… _really_… do" She replied slowly, leaning in, enticing him and, as he moved forwards to capture her lips, she moved backwards, a small smirk making its way to her face.

"Not so fast Stilinski" She whispered, winding her arms around the back of his neck, "What ya got a-cooking because, damn, it smells good" She smiled, tilting her head to the side as Stiles tried to snap out of his daze, shaking his head lightly.

"Uh… what?" He asked distracted, his eyes focused on her lips the entire time.

"It's just _so_ hard to choose between you and food right now" She teased, trying to look indecisive, "Sex… food… sex… food… I just don't know" She added, watching in delight as he gaped at her slightly but, just a second later, he suddenly looked determined.

"Hmmmm… want me to help with that decision?" He whispered, leaning down slightly and, without answering, Kayla just glanced down at his lips, unable to help herself because, as much as she loved food, _holy frigging god_, Stiles was right there… it wasn't a hard choice.

He took that as an invite and slowly swooped down to press his lips to hers, his hand moving from her thigh to thread itself through her hair, securing her to him while his other hand lightly gripped at her hip, using it as leverage to spin her around and press her back against the counter top. Okay, sex in a kitchen, that would be a first, surprisingly, but hey she wasn't complaining because, damn, what was he doing with his tongue because… whoa…

The hand in her hair worked its way down her back leaving tingles in its wake and, slowly, landed on the curve of her rear and she moaned, tightening her arms around his neck as his other hand slithered to the inside of her thigh and moved between her legs and, she was so lost in the moment, she didn't even smell the burning toast or the sound of the beeping fire alarm, but what she did hear perfectly well was yes, you guessed it, Mr Stilinski's voice.

"Stiles… _Stiles_ what the hell are you doing down-" And Kayla felt Stiles pulling back first, his lower body still firmly pressed against hers, keeping her against the counter top as they both looked at Mr Stilinski – Kayla sheepishly, Stiles in mortification – and Mr Stilinski was, well, what do you expect?

He was waving about a tea towel, trying to stop the fire alarm yet his eyes went bug eyed and his cheeks turned a flaming red colour.

"Mr Stilinski" Kayla greeted, obviously being the first one to find her voice, "We were not going to have sex in your kitchen" She stated, putting on a reassuring smile yet he still looked about ready to faint, "I mean… that was the wrong thing to say" She mumbled, pushing a gob smacked Stiles away slightly, "We've already done that… the sex, not the kitchen thing – _crap_" She cursed, internally laughing yet cursing her stupid mouth, "But if it's any consolation we used the condoms and they were very good… A+ there" And, although that was a normal thing to for her to say, it was obviously just a bit too much for Mr Stilinski.

"Wow… I am sorry, my mouth just won't stop, god I'm sorry" She apologised, covering her mouth with one hand, "I'll shut up now"

"Y-You… you both… with each other… and… what…" Mr Stilinski mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and Kayla glanced at Stiles who was cringing and blushing, awkwardly wringing his hands together.

"…Yes…" Stiles admitted, nodding his head, "But we were… safe… with each other and with… other things… Jesus…" Stiles trailed off, scratching his neck, "This was not how I expected things to go this morning"

"No it wasn't" Kayla agreed, not even thinking before speaking, "He expected morning sex" And the sheriff coughed loudly, eyes going wide.

"Darn it… my mouth, _again_, my bad" She walked forward, tugging the shirt down so it reached the middle of her thighs, "I'm… sorry for… doing stuff… with your son" She replied gingerly, trying not to give him a heart attack, "But thanks" She added, holding out her hand that the sheriff took numbly, still looking shell shocked, "You obviously have _very_ good genes" And, after saying that, she left the room, leaving father and son to have the 'talk'… unable to keep the smile off her face.

**A/N) Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter so please please please review and leave your thoughts below, I would really appreciate it and also, next chapter I am so excited for because, (grins manically) there will be some Kayla and Erica tension… and tension is putting it lightly – so please review and next chapter WILL be out soon x**


	52. Chapter 52 - Calling war

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Stiles had seen his dad speechless before – not a lot, but it had happened a few times over the years but this time, well… this time got the crown. He had been in enough compromising situations with Kayla to know that the things that came out of her mouth were bound to leave people with their tongue tied, even him, but getting caught just about to go 'at it' against a kitchen counter top by his _dad_ of all people was going to go down in the worst moment of history… _ever_.

He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to stop the blush covering his cheeks which was a combination between everything that had just happened and the fact he was trying to keep his eyes diverted _away_ from Kayla walking away but, in his defence, she really _did_ look good in his shirt.

"Heh… I… I… yeah…" Stiles trailed off, trying to gauge his dad's reaction that, for the moment, remained completely and utterly stuck into one single expression: shock, plain and simple.

"D-Dad, are you not going to… say… something?" Stiles asked meekly, tilting his head forward and crossing his arms over his bare chest, wishing now he had worn his PJ top but, for the record, he had thought he had the house to himself and Kayla so…

His dad's eyes slid towards him and he gave him this… astounded look, as though he was looking at Stiles for the first time in years and, oh boy, this was going to get awkward wasn't it?

"I like her" His dad said finally, giving his head a small nod and, by god, this day was full of surprises.

"I know I'm sorry but… wait… _what_?" Stiles changed his sentence once what his dad said had fully registered with him.

"Yeah, I mean-"He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and giving Stiles a neutral look, "… She's nice, funny, can keep _you_ on your toes and, if she can make you speechless then hats off to her" His dad said, giving a small, albeit, awkward smile.

"In more ways than one" Stiles muttered, his mind drifting to earlier because, by god, she could leave him a stuttering, fumbling mess that's for sure. His dad furrowed his eyebrows, looking like he was about to ask something, something probably awkward knowing his dad, but Stiles waved his hands about trying to plaster an innocent look on his face.

"It doesn't matter" Stiles rushed out, "Okay, nice speaking with you, we should really do this again sometime-"Stiles muttered, preparing to waltz right past his dad but he caught his arm in his grasp, stopping him in his tracks.

"Not so fast son… we do have to talk about this you know" And Stiles' eyes went comically wide at that sentence, or as Stiles liked to call it, that 'threat'.

"Talk about… what?" Stiles asked, feigning innocence, even though he knew what the 'talk' was all about, he may like to ignore a problem till it went away but even he would be stupid if he didn't acknowledge that his dad saw a bit more of them both than was deemed 'appropriate' – hell, if he walked in just thirty seconds later Stiles would be giving him the spoon to gauge his eyeballs out.

His dad gave him an obvious look, cocking an eyebrow, "You know 'what' Stiles because I'm _almost_ sure you don't have a twin brother walking around here so you can't play that card"

"So you're only 'almost sure' then? Not one hundred percent because-"

"Stiles, please" His dad said, taking a rather cautious step forward, "I told you guys the other day that I'm fine with the two of you… doing stuff, but I also meant what I said about not wanting to be a grandfather yet" And, holy frigging god was this actually happening?

"Dad-"Stiles whined, throwing his head back in embarrassment.

"Seriously Stiles, do what you gotta do but for the love of god if you make a baby and ruin that girls' life I will come down so hard on your ass Mr Harris will pale in comparison - is that understood?" His dad asked with a hint of desperation laced in his voice.

"_Yes_" Stiles exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, "No baby making – I get it" He added, breathing heavily, "But please can we not have 'the talk' okay? I know the dos and don'ts by now"

"…Okay" His dad finally said, giving him the once over, "That's… good, that's very good" He added, nodding his head, "I've… taught you well then" And he gave Stiles a look between being proud and being all 'fatherly' as his eyes flitted around the room, "You haven't seen my handcuffs have you? I could've sworn they were here somewhere" His dad claimed, spinning around on the spot and Stiles bit his lip guiltily, trying to stop his cheeks flushing beet root red but it didn't work because, oops, they may still have been up in his room.

"Uh… n-no, no I haven't… s-sorry" He replied, tapping his foot on the floor but obviously, when he was embarrassed he was a sucky liar because his dad turned around and faced him, furrowing his eyebrows, his mouth about to open before he quickly shook his head, looking disturbed.

"You know what? I don't want to know" His dad claimed, plastering on his denial face, "I don't want to know – ever, my ears are closed" He added, picking up his jacket from the chair and slinging it over his upper body and, holy frigging god of all the gods, Stiles was cringing and crying and _dying_ on the inside from sheer embarrassment, "I'm late for work"

Stiles chuckled nervously, "Y-Yeah me too" He said, "School I mean, not work… no work for Stiles… none, only school" He fumbled as his dad raised his eyebrow at him, "Okay, yeah bye"

"See ya later kid" His dad replied, picking up his coffee cup from the counter and nodding his head as he left the room and, as soon as Stiles heard the sound of the front door slamming shut, he let out a loud whoosh of air, swiping a hand across his forehead.

Okay, once getting caught he could deal with (just), twice was just plain cringe worthy, probably for all three of them, well two because it seemed Kayla never got embarrassed by getting caught almost having sex, he just really, really, really hoped there wouldn't be a third time because if there was… he shivered, trying to get that image out of his head.

Forgetting the burnt toast he just shock-walked back to his room – yes, 'shock-walked', his footsteps slow and heavy because, yes, he was still in a state of shock, severe shock actually and when he opened his bedroom door he was sure his facial expression portrayed that.

"Oh, you poor baby" Kayla teasingly said, biting her lip to probably stop the laughter from escaping her throat, "How you feeling after that?"

"Dead" Was Stiles immediate reaction, "Once was bad enough but _twice_? I think you did this on purpose" He accused, allowing a small smile to grace his lips.

"Oh you do, do you?" Kayla chuckled, uncrossing her legs and standing up from his bed, folding her arms across her chest, "You think that was my master plan?" And he nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek to try and keep a straight face.

"Oh please Stiles" Kayla responded in a sultry voice, taking a slow step forward, "You know me, do you _really_ think I would've timed it when we were _just_ feeling each other up?" She smirked, coming to stand opposite him.

"Knowing you… probably not, you would've waited for the end of the show with the fireworks and the singing and the rolling end credits"

"Exactly" She grinned, tilting her head to the side as Stiles watched her, complete adoration shining in his eyes because how could someone look _so_ beautiful with bed hair and dressed in nothing but an old red plaid shirt? Yeah, he didn't know but Kayla pulled it off perfectly.

"How long have we got till school?" Stiles asked softly and Kayla turned her head to the side to look at his alarm clock and replied with "forty minutes… unfortunately" and, hiding a grin, he swooped down and caught her lips as she turned around because, for super real this time, his dad was not here so they really _did_ have the house to themselves.

He took it slow, gently taking her face in his hands and gliding his long fingers through the beginnings of her hair as his lips moved over hers and Kayla pressed her palms against his chest which sent a tingle up his spine – a good tingle though like… a seriously _goooood_ tingle. He heard her let out a small moan which only sent his brain more haywire because, sure, he may have heard her moan a lot the past… god knows how many times they've done the home run, the horizontal tango, slapping bellies… yeah, you get the picture, but it always made him grin because _he_ was making her feel like that.

"Mmmmm… do… do we have time?" He heard her whisper as he moved his kisses to the side of her neck, one hand conveniently trailing down her thigh.

"Plenty" Was his reply because, forty minutes to get to school? Pffft – that would be a breeze, and it wasn't like school mattered anyway, especially now, god…especially now.

"Good" Kayla shot back, her hands bringing his lips back to hers eagerly and desperately and, the back of Stiles' mind was working like crazy while the front thought only of the way she felt pressed up against him. His basic thoughts were holy frigging god, holy frigging god_, and holy frigging god_… he could marry this girl…. Okay, wait… _what_?

He felt his lips stop moving and his whole body freeze up in complete shock because… what… what did he just say? Or rather think? No… he didn't think 'marry' he thought… something else, something completely different because he was sixteen _frigging years old _and actually having a girlfriend was great, fab, fantastic, completely out of this world… he did _not_ just think marriage, okay?

"You okay?" He vaguely heard Kayla ask and looked down, giving his head a small shake.

"What? Yeah, oh fine yeah… totally… good…" He claimed, plastering an awkward smile on his face, "Let's get back to making out huh?" He asked in a rush, leaning down but Kayla pulled back, pressing two fingers to his lips.

"No… I know that look on your face, I've become accustomed to that look, it's that look that clearly states 'oh shit'" Kayla said, cocking an eyebrow, "Did I, uh, do something wrong?"

"Wha-What? No, god no… well, yes actually" He changed his mind, watching as a hurt look flashed across her face, "You're too damn perfect" He smiled, trying to forget what he had just thought because, why ruin such a great morning?

"Yeah – right" Kayla scoffed, smiling brightly again, "I have a short temper, no filter, a low level or embarrassment, too much snark and extreme stubbornness"

"Mmmmm, exactly – perfect" Stiles whispered causing a small smile to appear on her lips as he gently cupped her cheek and leant down to kiss her while Kayla wrapped her arms around his neck and, with a level of eagerness that Stiles wasn't even sure he possessed, his hands wrapped around her thighs and he lifted her up from the floor as her legs wrapped around his hips.

He walked forwards and gently fell on the bed, trying not to crush Kayla as he fell forward, which was kind of a hard thing to do when all of her limbs were wrapped around him like glue, but he succeeded, still attacking her lips fiercely.

"Okay, wait, wait, wait" Kayla chanted and Stiles pulled back, fearful that he had accidentally hurt her, giving her the worried glance over but she reached around her back and pulled out… the pair of handcuffs.

"Yeah… they're not that comfy to lie on as they are to use" She grinned, holding them up between her two fingers, amusement shining in her eyes.

"Uh, yeah… my dad was, uh, looking for them" Stiles muttered guiltily, taking them from her grasp and throwing them over the end of the bed, "I should, um, give them to him later"

"Now that will be a _fun_ conversation" She smirked, hands running down his arms, legs tightening around his hips and, by god… what were they talking about? His eyes softened as his fingers softly stroked some wild bed hair away from her face because, by god, she had a lot of hair and leant down slowly, keeping her gaze until he pressed his lips to hers softly, eyes drifting shut as he felt her responding back.

One hand softly caressed her upper thigh while the other was firmly planted in her hair, fingers loving the feel of her soft, albeit _super_-wild hair but, hey, they were rolling about in bed half the night, what did he expect?

Suddenly, his phone started ringing but right now it sounded more like a death call than anything else.

"Urghhh, you've got to be kidding me" Stiles groaned, screwing his eyes shut, his movements stopping because _what the hell_ could be so important this damn early in the morning?

"Last time you answered the phone it turned out to be a blessing in disguise" Kayla smirked up at him, running her hands over his short hair and down his bare back, nails slightly digging into the skin, "And if it's not… well… if we keep going at it at this rate our friends will never see us again"

"Not such a bad thing in my mind" Stiles immediately replied but sighed and leaned to the side to pick up his phone, immediately cursing when he saw 'Scott's' name flashing up at him – damn him… okay not really 'damn him' but… _damn him_.

Stiles sat up at the end of the bed, clicking the green button and pressing it to his ear.

"This better be important or so help me god I will skin your little werewolf ass and sell it on eBay" Stiles whispered-slash-threatened into the phone because if it was only a call about needing him to drive him somewhere or fetch him some breakfast then he may just follow through on his threat.

"Good morning to you too" He heard Scott grumble and fought a smirk from breaking over his face, "Look, I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"Well, buddy, ya did" Stiles pointed out helpfully and he could just imagine Scott's face twisting up in a way that meant he did _not_ want to have that image in his head.

"But" Scott carried on, "We all need to talk at school so could you guys, like, not be late? Before first period?" And Stiles was just about to make up some excuse when he heard Scott's full powered puppy voice – and yes, he had a puppy dog voice – "please?"

"Urghhhh… okay, okay but this is for you so you better remember it? No more playing the friend card on me yeah?" He asked and he could just picture the grin spreading across his best friends' face.

"Understood" Scott replied, "But seriously… this is just... crazy" Scott admitted, "It happened at Isaac's house and there was screaming and fear but… but I managed to control myself and-"

"Okay wait, hold up" Stiles interrupted, "What happened at Isaac's house?"

"I'll tell you when you guys get here… it takes a lot of explaining and we need to tell the both of you" Scott said and, oh no, this was not happening, he couldn't keep Stiles on the edge of his seat, or rather bed, like this… no way, he was curious enough as it was.

"My phone has speaker" Stiles told him desperately, his whole skin just itching to know.

"No" Scott replied plainly, "It might make you two get here sooner so… We'll be waiting" And then he clicked off and Stiles could do absolutely nothing to stop him.

"Sc-Scott… don't hang up on me…. Don't you dare… he hung up on me" Stiles then added miserably, turning around and facing Kayla.

"Well of course he hung up on you" Kayla chuckled, scooting forward to sit next to him, "He knew it would entice you, that's why" She added, standing up and keeping an amused smirk on her face, "So…we gonna go or what?"

"You're so… chill about it all" Stiles mused, standing up too, picking his jeans up from the floor, "Y'know, considering this is like the fourth time in two days we've been interrupted"

"Scott's your best friend" She replied, "If he needs you then I know you would want to be there" She added, sending him a sincere look, "And anyway, I'm expecting a hell of a lot more harassing, intruding 'friend calls' from Lydia, especially after her break up with Jackass so how about we not keep count huh?" She teased, cocking an eyebrow and, okay wow, could she get any more perfect?

"You're like the best girlfriend _ever_" He exclaimed, heart swelling because… whoa.

"I try" She quipped back, sending him a playful wink, "Last one to the jeep has to admit Star Wars sucks" She added, suddenly fleeing from his room and Stiles gaped at her because, no way in hell was he admitting that.

"Hey, wait up cheater" He called back, hurriedly pulling his legs into his pants and, as he was about to run he almost fell flat on his face because, dammit, he just had to put his pants on back to front didn't he? "Oh screw it" He added, flying down the stairs, or rather hopping because, wow, trying to run with your pants on the wrong way and pulling on a T-shirt was a damn hard thing to do at the same time… but seriously though, _anything_ for Star Wars.

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><p>"A <em>what<em>?" Kayla exclaimed, giving both Scott and Allison a perplexed look from their spot in the school parking lot, and when she said 'their' spot she meant huddled behind Stiles' jeep just in case one of the Argents decided to take a leisurely drive to check up on their ever-obedient daughter – ha, obedient? Yeah right, "Are you sure you both weren't just smoking Pot?" She enquired, raising an eyebrow at her two friends.

"What? No" Scott claimed, shaking his head, "It was real… whatever 'it' was"

"Yeah I'm with Kayla on this one" Stiles spoke up from beside her, folding his arms across his chest, "Something must be in the water… first Derek with his 'thank you'" Stiles added in a really, really bad and unflattering impression of her cousin, "And now the two of you hallucinating giant lizard creatures" Stiles raised his eyebrows, "Maybe we're being invaded" He mused, sending her a bamboozled look.

"Yeah, maybe" She agreed but Allison and Scott looked about ready to tear their hair out.

"No, we didn't 'see' this thing" Allison sighed and Kayla smirked at her mistake, "So you didn't see it then? Just for clarification?"

"No, I didn't mean that" Allison spoke up quickly, "I meant it was real – really real… and not just in our minds" She added, pointed a finger in Stiles' direction when he was about to open his mouth, probably about to make some snarky/witty comment but one look from Allison and that sent him backtracking… quite right, no need to piss off a hunter _that's_ for sure.

"Okay well uh… I guess we should hit the books?" Kayla suggested, pointing back to the school, "And when I say 'books' I really mean online because it's way easier - I sure hope they don't check our internet history" She commented in after thought because, damn, that would suck big time.

"So, let me get this straight" Scott spoke up, glancing between the two of them, "We just told you that some mutant, evil lizard is on the warpath and… that's it?" He asked sceptically, "I was expecting bigger reactions because it's a _frigging mutant evil lizard_" He exclaimed and Kayla smirked.

"Would you rather we freak out?" She asked in amusement, suddenly putting on a terrified face, eyes going wide, "Oh my god we're all going to die… crap, it's the end of the world, we're all going to die bloody and screaming because it's an_ evil mutant lizard_" She exclaimed, putting her acting skills to good use before relaxing her posture, ignoring their gobsmacked stares, "And anyway, it's probably just what Jackson looks like in the morning"

"How do you know what Jackson looks like in the morning?" Stiles asked immediately and, wow, the jealously card again huh? Well, if that's the way he wanted to play it…

"Yeah, guess we forgot to invite you over that night… you should've been there, it was _wild_" She spoke up dead serious, pretending to go into daydream mode, "I mean really… w-o-w"

Stiles gave her this panicked look, eyes going as wide as saucers before a few seconds later, relaxing, sending her a playful glare.

"Okay, ha-ha, you got me there" He joked and Kayla kept the same expression on her face as she sent him an innocent look.

"It's adorable how you think I'm joking" She winked, watching in satisfaction as he gaped at her, mouth slackening but by that time she was already facing Allison and Scott again.

"Okay, we believe you – I'm scoring alien invasion, Jackson and possible drug taking off the list though I am a bit suspicious about the last one" She hummed, thinking thoughtfully because she did trust her friends and if they said something 'new' was in town then she chose to believe them.

"Well, I can assure you that no drug taking was done that night" Allison sent her a small smile and Kayla just shrugged because, trust her, there was a first time for everything.

"Debatable" Kayla shot back, keeping an amused smirk on her face, "So… is that the plan then? Research?" She asked, just for clarification that all of them were on the same page here.

"It's the best one we have for now" Scott shrugged, grasping Allison's hand and giving her a reassuring smile, "So, was our revelation worth getting out of bed or what?"

"It's something you could've told us over the phone" Stiles spoke up, "Just for reference next time" And Kayla smirked, patting Scott's forearm in a comforting way when his eyes opened wide in this kind of…adorable innocence.

"It was a great revelation" She assured, "Biggest shock I've had since… twenty and a half hours ago" And Scott frowned, glancing at her in his confused state.

"What happened twenty and a… you know what?" Scott asked, shaking his head, "I don't wanna know… seeing was bad enough" And Kayla playfully winked at him, ignoring the blush on, well, everyone's cheeks by this point.

"Kayla… isn't that your cousin?" Allison broke the silence, nodding her head over to the edge of the parking lot where, surprise surprise, Derek was revving about all broody-like, dark sunglasses and leather jacket intact – oh god, what was he wanting now?

"Sadly… yes" Kayla admitted, walking out from behind the jeep and raising her arms in the air in a 'what-the-hell' way when he saw her.

"What's he doing at school?" Scott asked, coming to stand beside her, "Not looking for people to turn is he? Because you know we will have to stop him if he tries" Scott stated seriously and Kayla raised her eyebrows at him – she got where Derek was coming from, but she also got where Scott was coming from too so… who should she side with? If Derek offered the bite to people then it was their own fault for choosing it, they would just have to live with it but Kayla knew she would feel guilty if she sat back and did nothing as she let them get turned into personal hunter practice. Stupid emotions… stupid indecisions… always having to get in the way.

"Uh, yeah, I know" She agreed, somewhat uncertainly, "But he doesn't have his 'mission' face on, he has his 'I'm going to regret this' face in place so… chill" She advised, stepping out further to meet him in the road as he parked.

"So, what brings you to this hell?" Kayla smirked, leaning down and resting against the driver side door, cocking an eyebrow at him. Derek lowered his head, glancing at her over his sunglasses, raising his eyebrows at her choice of clothing which – oops – just consisted of Stiles' plaid shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He gave her a disapproving look but, thankfully, didn't say anything – she didn't want to start a fight in the middle of school.

"I need you to look after Isaac" He stated plainly, letting out a huff of air as he turned his stony gaze out the window. Kayla just scoffed and gave him an unimpressed look, feeling her friend's eyes boring into her back.

"You want me to babysit your lovesick werewolf? Seriously! What about me screams babysitter? Is it the give-it-hell attitude or the 'do what you want' way?" She asked in a sassy voice, raising her eyebrows.

"Kayla… either help or don't but be quick about it, he is a fugitive after all" Derek said and Kayla sighed, giving her shoulders a small shrug because if she _had_ to choose between that and school… god, it was babysitting any day of the week.

"Fine" She relented, rolling her eyes, "But I want thirty bucks" She added, crossing her arms in a stubborn way.

Derek narrowed his eyes but soon a smile, albeit a small one, appeared on his face as he stared up at her from the car.

"Twenty five and you have a deal"

"Sure" She agreed, twisting back around to face her friends, all of them giving her a different look on the scale between complete shock and 'I'm judging you waaaaay hard'.

"So, uh, yeah… serious, illegal business… I'll see ya guys later yeah?" She asked, walking around to the passenger side and raising her eyebrows and, when she was sure Derek couldn't see her expression, she twisted her face up in the way which read 'my hands are tied' – not literally of course, well, not like last night but she hoped they understood the _very_ specific look she was giving all of them.

"Um…. Uh…" Scott fumbled, eyes flitting between them both while Stiles just gaped in shock, completely silent and, thank god Allison was there because she plastered a smile on her face and nodded her head.

"Sure… we'll be here" She said and Kayla nodded in acknowledgement and _just_ missed Allison's panicked look as she stared at something behind her and, just as she was about to lower herself into the car, a sudden and unfortunate familiar voice sounded from behind her.

"Miss Hale correct?" And Kayla closed her eyes for a moment, mentally punching herself in the face because, out of all the days, this was the day that she just _had_ to get caught huh?

"Yes… Mr Argent" Kayla greeted as pleasantly as she could despite him being _evil – _well, at least in her mind, "How could I help you today?"

"Well, you could start by telling me what you're doing leaving the school grounds on a Tuesday morning?" He replied, keeping a neutral look on her face.

"Oh, you know" She shrugged, smirking, "Just, uh… getting some fresh air away from 'here'" She replied, "I fully intend to come back" She lied, leaning back against the passenger door so 'Gerard' or 'Mr Argent' – whatever – couldn't see Derek inside.

"I see" He mumbled, nodding his head, "But I'm afraid it's my duty to not let you do that" He smiled creepily putting on this act of being the caring principle even though, on the inside, he was probably seething – well, she _was_ a Hale after all – scum of the earth and all that jazz.

"I understand" Kayla faked a considerate and polite voice, nodding her head, "Wait – is that a _wolf_?" She exclaimed in faux panic, eyes sliding behind him knowing that would distract him and, by god, it did – for an old man he spun around pretty quickly, eyes going wide and, without sparing a second, she hopped in the car before his back could even think about repositioning itself, catching her friends' shocked looks from where Stiles jeep was parked.

"Drive, drive, drive" She chanted urgently, keeping her head down and Derek listened to her, thank god, squealing away less than a second later and, she may hate his guts sometimes and by 'sometimes' she meant almost all the time, but she had to admit they made a badass team, _that's_ for sure.

"Now that Cuz is what I like to call teamwork" She smirked, resting her head back against the seat in contentment as Derek raced from the parking lot because, damn, that Argent sure was gullible huh?

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><p>"Just… stay here okay?" Derek asked as he led her down the dusty steps and down below… wherever they hell they were – she really should learn to pay attention, he could've led her anywhere.<p>

"Is there anywhere else to go?" She asked incredously, cocking an eyebrow at his turned back, eyes taking in the large space, concrete floors, steel walls and beams and, conveniently, an old rusting subway car nearby, "Yeah… nice quarters you have here Der" She added sarcastically – just because she nicknamed him 'Mr Broody' it didn't mean he had to live up to that nickname… maybe she should start calling him 'doom and gloom'.

"Well It's not like I can just waltz into a five star hotel" He replied, pointing to the subway car, "Look… just keep an eye on him in case he decides to seek revenge or whatever kids do these days" He added as he stopped at the bottom of the steps and Kayla smirked.

"Sure, how long will you be?"

"A couple of hours at most" He replied mysteriously, avoiding her inquisitive gaze as he began to jog up the steps.

"What's with the mystique dear cousin?" She called out to him, "Not doing anything illegal are we because if so you know I would want to be involved"

"Guess you'll never know" Derek smirked back triumphantly before disappearing round the corner and Kayla sighed, her curious side just itching to know what he was doing – probably looking for new people to turn but she just hoped he would be a bit more original that that.

"What are you doing down here?" A voice made her jump, only just slightly though, as she turned around, seeing Isaac leaning against the entrance to the subway car, hands in his pockets, frowning over at her.

"Keeping an eye on you… apparently" She mumbled, slowly beginning to walk over, "Which I don't get at all, you're a big boy, you can look after yourself"

"I can" He agreed, relaxing his posture and stepping down off the car, raising his eyebrows, "But apparently your cousin disagrees" He added unhappily, not looking overly thrilled by her being there – huh, well if he wanted to be like that…

"Apparently" She agreed, nodding her head, "But I brought toffee popcorn… peace offering?" She asked, smiling lightly as she cocked an eyebrow at him because she really didn't want to spend the next two hours in awkward silence with Isaac Lahey of all people.

Isaac gave her an astounded look, like he couldn't believe she remembered that but soon his eyes softened slightly and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Plus, Derek kept giving me this strange look when I asked to stop for it… I would hate for it to be all for nothing" And that just made Isaac smile even more so, whoop, mission accomplished.

"How can I say no to toffee popcorn?" He asked, stepping aside to let her into the subway car and, wow, Derek sure picked the gloomiest places to live in.

"You can't – that's why I chose it" She teased as she stepped in, immediately plonking herself down on one of the dusty, creaky seats, pulling the bag of popcorn from her backpack, "Now all we need is a built in cinema and we'd be all set"

"Unfortunately we don't have that" Isaac stated as he sat down in the two seater just opposite her and, seriously, she wasn't going to bite him – people _could_ sit next to her if they wanted, so she scooted along a bit, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Honestly – I don't bite… that's Derek" She smirked and he gave her another unreadable look before, finally, and somewhat nervously, coming to sit next to her, looking confused which she did not get what so ever.

"So-"She started to say, taking out a handful of popcorn and handing the bag to Isaac, "I have about a thousand questions but I don't want to overwhelm you so I'll start easy" She stated, throwing a few kernels in her mouth, "Why the hell would you _willingly_ put up with Derek for god knows how long?" And she heard Isaac let out a bark of laughter.

"Out of all the questions you asked that one?" And she nodded seriously, genuinely intrigued because, she loved Derek, but seriously… why?

"Yeah… Cause I've had my whole life with him and he's fine in small doses but more than that?" Kayla let out a long whistle, "Good luck to you"

"Thanks" Isaac chuckled before sobering up, giving her a serious glance, "… He had the answers I was looking for… so I took the deal" He told her, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth, passing the bag back to her, "Anyway, my turn" And she groaned – she got herself into that one, huh?

"Okay, what?" She added, "But my bra size is off limits" She smirked playfully.

"Ha-ha" Isaac said, rolling his eyes, "I'm a good observer, I probably already know the answer to that" And Kayla cocked an eyebrow because this whole werewolf-thing sure was making him get more confident and cocky as time went on, "Can you help me with my chemistry homework?" And… what? Did she hear that right?

"Uh… repeat please" She requested and Isaac smirked, pulling a bunch of books from his school bag and, okay, maybe there was still a bit of the old Isaac in there somewhere… but for how long?

"I know I'm a fugitive and everything but, hopefully, my name will be cleared by midterms" And Kayla was sure her face had frozen in shock because… _what_?

"Uh… I suck at chemistry" Was the only thing she could think of saying because, really, his dad had just died and he was on the run but he wanted to do _chemistry_? Wow.

"You're at a high C… I'm a D" He admitted, shrugging innocently, "I figure you couldn't do any worse than me" And Kayla finally managed to close her mouth.

"Okay... but you owe me" She warned playfully, "Because I copied my answers from Stiles' book yesterday when he was, uh, tied up" She smirked to herself at the inside joke, "So we'll have to work through the answers" She added, catching his gaze as it darkened before getting a lot less serious when she furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Uh, yeah sure… that's… fine" He mumbled, glancing down at the book on his lap, "So I, uh, guess Stiles is good at chemistry" He spoke up and did Kayla hear a note of bitterness in there? Aw great, this was going to be fun.

"I suppose" She replied, taking another pen from her bag and flipping to the correct page, "Better than me anyway" And it fell silent between them and Kayla took a handful of popcorn from the bag and began chamming on them _just_ to avoid the silence.

"Okay so… if a molecule is called that because it has only one type of atom then what does that make a compound?" Isaac asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "Is it just the same or… what?" He trailed off, head snapping up, meeting her confused gaze.

"Uh… you're looking at me like you think I know what to do when in fact all of what you just said was a bunch of jumbled words" She admitted, shrugging, "But I did hear something about a compound in that sentence and that's just two thingies that make up another thing and an example of that is, um… that carbon thingy" She explained as thoroughly as she could but, holy hell, she hated chemistry.

"And you say I just speak 'a bunch of jumbled words'" He smirked, air quoting her and Kayla nudged him playfully, throwing her hands up in surrender.

"Hey, I did warn you" She smirked, taking another handful of popcorn, "Don't blame me if all your answers are wrong"

"Oh I will, don't worry" He reassured her, "But lucky for you I do speak the 'thingy' language so I got the gist of it" He smirked, scrawling out the answer in his book and, okay, maybe this wouldn't be as awkward as she first thought… as long as she didn't mention Stiles for… whatever bloody reason that was.

And that was how their morning went – Isaac asked a question, Kayla answered as best as she could and he unscrambled her 'word jumble' and scribbled it down in his homework jotter – honestly? Not the best way to spend her morning but it could be worse… she could be in _actual_ chemistry.

"You're actually pretty good at this you know" Isaac spoke up, sounding a tad shy and Kayla met his gaze, flashbacking to the somewhat awkward eight year old she remembered who wouldn't stop fiddling with his hoodie sleeves, "Chemistry I mean" He fumbled, correcting himself, "You should give yourself more credit"

Kayla scoffed light-heartedly, raising her eyebrows, "Somehow I think Mr Harris and the whole of the class would disagree with that statement"

"I'm not wrong" He claimed immediately, putting the pen down and staring at her intently, "You don't have to copy from _Stiles'_ work just because he gets A's" He told her, rolling his eyes as he said Stiles' name which just made Kayla even more confused, "Just because he's good at a subject it doesn't mean you should let him bring _you_ down"

"Uh… I don't" Kayla replied in a 'duh' voice, letting out a small sound of bewilderment at the sudden change in attitude, "I'm not a pushover"

"Good… well that's… good" Isaac nodded determinedly, eyes snapping up to stare at her intensely and, okay, why was he looking at her like that?, "Because, uh… you're pretty" He mumbled before his eyes widened, "Great… pretty great at the whole school and tutor thing" He corrected, plastering a small smile on his face.

"Heh… thanks" She replied, keeping a hold of his gaze because she was _not_ going to look away first – Kayla was the queen of making other people feel embarrassed and awkward, she was _not_ going to feel that way herself. He continued to stare at her in an expression she couldn't read and, ignoring the sudden urge to just, well, she didn't know… an urge to do _something_, a deliberate cough made them both jump about a foot in the air.

"_Jesus_…. Derek" She exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart, "What you doing sneaking about?" She asked, standing up and awkwardly shuffling around Isaac, "And that was quick… I thought you said you'd be a couple of hours"

Derek had his arms folded across his chest, his eyebrows raised, "I've been away four hours" He claimed, giving her a strange look and a glance over and Kayla gulped – four hours? Was he sure? She could've sworn it was an hour at most – jeez.

"Huh… guess we lost track of time" She mumbled in confusion before shaking her head, "Anyway, yeah…" She trailed off, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "I'll be going and good luck with the whole fugitive thing" She told Isaac, giving him a quick salute.

"Want me to give you a ride?" Derek asked, eyes following her as she hoped out from the subway car.

"Nah, its fine" She waved off his concerns, shrugging lightly, "I'll walk… probably be quicker" She teased, just wanting to get away from there and whatever that 'thing' was back there without being ridiculed thank you very much.

Though, as it turns out, she really _should've_ taken that ride after all because Derek being Derek just _had_ to pick a place to live in in the middle of nowhere A.K.A a bloody old warehouse district that was miles away from the blinking school with druggies and god knows what else.

Fun aye?

So she did make it to the school, _eventually_, just as they were having their last period and, with a bit more force than usual, she slammed open the doors to get to her locker to wait for Allison or Lydia or Stiles or Scott or, well, anyone she knew really, trying to forget all about her morning… or day, apparently according to Derek it was closer to a day than a morning so…

Isaac seemed… nice, sure, but he would change, most of them did but she kinda hoped he…didn't? Was that weird? Maybe a _little_ weird but… he was nice, unlike so many other teenage boys these days and god forbid she wished he didn't turn into someone like _Brian_ or _Jackson_.

Okay, she felt she was crossing a line but she couldn't exactly help her thoughts at the moment, especially considering she did remember him from when they were kids and she couldn't stop thinking about that goofy kid that gave her a gummy ring and talked about building a castle on the preserve, it was just where her mind went.

Kayla felt like someone was watching her and, letting out a sigh, she turned around, meeting a blonde haired girls' gaze and she remembered her from the bathroom in the hospital only a few weeks prior – Emma? Ebony? No, Erica, she remembered now, it was Erica.

"Uh… can I help you?" She asked as the Erica girl narrowed her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip and Kayla looked behind her, just to make sure Erica was actually glaring at her and not some other poor soul.

"Yeah, you can actually" She spoke up from across the corridor, hugging a pile of books to her chest, looking nervous and slightly scared yet fierce at the same time, "You can go back to wherever the hell you came from" And, okay, harsh much?

"Uh… no" Kayla replied simply, crossing her arms as she cocked an eyebrow at Erica, wondering where all this hostility had come from all of a sudden, "I'm quite content here thanks"

"Yes, I know how 'content' you are" She sneered, shaking her head at her and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, "But why here? Out of all the places _why_ Beacon hills?"

"Look… I don't care what your problem is with me but stop shooting your mouth off about things you don't understand because, newsflash, you don't know me" Kayla replied in a sharp voice, her short temper getting the best of her – crap.

The Erica girl bit down on her lip, suddenly looking ten times more nervous but she stood her ground, "I can read people and I certainly don't like you"

"Well that's nice" Kayla said patronisingly, "But I really don't care"

"Well you should" Erica snapped from her position just ten feet away from her, "People think I'm nothing but I'll show them… I'll show them I'm something" And if Kayla wasn't feeling so angry then she may have felt a bit of pity for the girl.

"Then good for you, you show them but leave me the hell out of it" Kayla snapped back, warning this girl off, "Whatever personal vendetta you have against me is a total waste of time in my opinion"

"Well not in mine" She snapped back, taking a cautious step forward, "I'd watch your back"

Kayla chewed the inside of her cheek to try and keep herself calm, remembering Stiles' voice as he told her to do the exact same thing, "You do **not** want to make an enemy out of me" Kayla said in a deadly low voice, balling her fists in anger.

"I already have" Erica whispered back quietly and Kayla almost missed it but she still heard it just as Erica turned on her heel and strode away and, she didn't know that girl, hell, she had hardly spoken to her before but… did she just call war? – Because it sure as hell sounded like it.

**A/N) (Laughs manically) woo hoo, long chapter and yesssssssss, Erica/Kayla/Stiles… I'm weirdly looking forward to it – anyway my sweets, hope you enjoyed the chapter and please leave your thoughts below, so motivating, please please review and I shall see you next chapter x :)**

**ALSO I may have wrote out the season three finale and OMG PAIN AND TEARS GUYS so yeah... I know we're not there yet but I couldn't resist, hopefully be there by the end of this year so, yeah, you have that to look forward too... (grins then cries) ha! :)**


	53. 53 - Isaac? Stiles? Isaac? Stiles? Who?

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><p>Honestly, it had been weeks since Kayla had gotten into two arguments in the space of eighteen hours, yeah, a miracle right? She sure as hell thought so which is why it shouldn't have been such a surprise because it was bound to happen eventually – only, she was arguing with the person she would least fight with. Stiles.<p>

"Look… it was an accident Stiles, okay? An accidental mistake… which is what I guess a mistake is but it happens to the best of us, okay?" Kayla insisted as they walked down the school corridor the next day just before first period started. She heard Stiles scoff and raised her eyebrows at him in a way which clearly stated 'out with it'.

"It didn't sound like an accident" He grumbled, a frown on his usual happy features.

"Well _it was_" She said a little harsher than normal, "I swear to god"

"Kayla, babe, look" Stiles started to say, a hard edge to his voice, "I love you but for the love of yoda…" And that made a small smile appear on her face – Yoda? "Out of all the people to call me, Isaac… really?" And okay… rewind. Stiles drove her to school because he stayed round at her house last night and instead of taking two cars he drove them and, cool, she was fine with that, totally cool with the whole chivalrous act. Then as Stiles opened the jeep door for her she accidentally, _accidentally_, said, "Thanks Isaac" in her normal flirty voice and didn't realise until she was in the jeep and Stiles was behind the wheel…

… and they had been arguing ever since.

"Honest mistake" She held her hands up in surrender, rolling her eyes.

"_Yeah_… 'honest mistake'" Stiles scoffed, shaking his head and Kayla just gritted her teeth because arguing in the middle of a school corridor? Classy as hell.

"It was" She insisted, "I've apologised and apologised the whole ride here and then some… stop milking this up"

"I'm not 'milking this up'" He quoted with his fingers, narrowing his eyes just as Scott and Allison walked up to them but it was clear Stiles wasn't in the right mind to talk to them, let alone acknowledge their presence, "When your girlfriend calls you another name that's bound to irk you"

"_ACCIDENTALLY_" Kayla further insisted, suddenly stopping and grabbing his arm, "Okay? Accidentally? Is that clear yet? You want me to shout it from the frigging rooftops?" She demanded, vaguely aware of the bell ringing above and a few people looking at them curiously but she ignored it all.

"Well, _s-orry_ for being a tad suspicious when you spent the whole day with the guy and then the next day you're calling me his name? My bad" Stiles apologised sarcastically, holding up his hands "I'll just ignore it and pretend to forget about it but meanwhile it boils in my stomach like a dragon about to blow, is that what you really want?" He added, and Kayla saw both Allison and Scott frowning, obviously not aware of what the hell was going on – hell, she wasn't either totally.

She didn't know why she called him Isaac – she was plagued by thoughts of him recently but they were innocent thoughts, _innocent_ you hear her? Just about how he was going to act now he was a werewolf and how the hell they were going to clear his name. Okay… maybe over-thinking a tad too much but it was just worry, Stiles was over-reacting for no reason at all.

"No I don't want that" She sighed, "But you're not listening to me when I say it's-"

But she interrupted by Scott suddenly jumping behind the row of lockers, a wild look plastered on his face, eyes going comically wide and Kayla just raised her eyebrows because, maybe finally, Scott _was_ losing his marbles – or it could be drugs… you never know, it's always the innocent ones.

"Scott, what're you-"Allison started to ask in confusion, shaking her head but Scott cut her off with a hushed whisper, shaking his head rapidly, "Grandfather, three o'clock" And at that Kayla turned her head to the side and, low and behold, Mr Argent, who still gave her the creeps was standing at the end of the corridor, an unreadable expression covering his facial features.

"Allison" He greeted his grand-daughter, giving her a small smile and Allison nodded, forcing a smile back before he turned his head to the side and stared at Kayla with those intense, beady eyes sending a shiver down her spine because, sure, he may play Mr nice-guy with his expensive suits and cheery attitude but he was _evil_ – at least, she thought he was evil.

"Miss Hale… a word in my office if you please" He said in a nice voice – yeah, nice her ass, she was sure he was faking it because a hunter being civil to a Hale? Ha, as if that was _ever_ going to happen.

"Sure, be right there" She replied in a perky voice, plastering a fake, somewhat polite, smile across her face – yeah, two could play that game you know. He nodded and retreated back to his office, occasionally throwing a suspicious glance over his shoulder but covering it up with a nice smile – oh sorry, did she say nice? Yeah… she actually meant intensely creepy but _potato potahto_, right?

She leaned towards Allison, keeping her expression neutral, "You're grandfather doesn't keep weapons in his office, right?" She asked hopefully, sending her friend a hopeful look.

"I don't… think…so?" Allison replied sceptically, though it was more of a question, as she winced, plastering a sheepish look across her face as Scott stepped out from behind the lockers cautiously, looking like he was walking over fire.

"Great, that's just… _great_" Kayla said sarcastically, adjusting her messenger bag over her shoulder and taking a step forward but turned back around and strode up to Stiles.

"Ya know, just in case I'm walking to my death right now, which is quite plausible if I do say so myself, I would hate to end this on us bickering like an old married couple because, first off, I'm not old and I'm not getting married – _ever_ – so…" She nodded her head determinedly, suddenly pulling his face towards hers and smashing their lips together because, really, after hardly arguing and then her dying right when they _actually_ were? That would suck **BIG** time.

Her hands ran over his short hair before settling on the nape of his neck, keeping him in place as her lips moved over his and it took a few seconds for him to respond, maybe it was the shock-maybe because he was still slightly pissed at her, who knows, but once he did… _oh boy_ once he did…

His lips moved over hers urgently, catching her off guard for a second because, wow, he could go from being pissed and slightly moody with her to full on passionate in the space of three seconds huh? His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, her body slamming into his as one hand worked its way to the small of her back, fingers gently massaging the skin softly but his lips were doing something completely different – not that she minded of course, but he was controlling the kiss, taking it where he wanted it to go and, wow…

It started to get breathless, well… _she_ started to get breathless, it felt like Stiles could just go on forever and never stop and, in a super cheesy way, someone did actually take her breath away. Wow… who would've thought it? Yeah, not her this time last year.

She began to slow down, pulling away slightly to catch her breath and Stiles got the hint because he detached his lips from hers, his eyebrows raised in an 'oh my god' way and Kayla refrained from full-blown smiling. She muttered his name quietly, pecking his lips one last time before pulling away, straightening out her T-shirt.

"Wait… I did call you Stiles right?" She joked, trying to break the ice, even though it probably would've broken anyway after a severely hot kiss like that and she watched as Stiles frowned before he let out a begrudging smile, even letting out a small chuckle.

"Ha-ha" He joked back, hand reaching out and moving some hair from her face, a small smile gracing his lips, "Go see the principle you little delinquent" He added, giving her a small wink and Kayla just smirked but started to walk away before turning around, meeting her friends' gazes.

"You know… just for the record" She started to say, continuing to walk backwards and all of her friends raised their eyebrows, "I would prefer a low-key ceremony, an oak carved in gold coffin and ACDC playing in the background as they wheel my coffin into the arcade because, seriously, who wants a church ceremony? -aided by shirtless guys on stilts with ice-cream available to all that attend" She told them, trying to keep a serious face on when in reality she just wanted to bust out into laughter, "Oh" She added in after-thought, pointing a finger at all three of them, "And no flowers except lily's, orange specifically, because they mean hatred and I would be _severely_ pissed from beyond the grave if I get murdered before reaching my eighteenth birthday _and_ a specially imported rose from Jericho which symbolises resurrection so I can come back from the dead instead of haunting all your asses till the end of time – capiche?" She asked, sucking in a big breath, "Or do you want me to write it down for you?"

Scott was staring at her with his crooked jaw slack, a surprised look shining in his eyes whereas Allison just snorted and shook her head in amusement, obviously used to her eccentric and somewhat weird behaviour, and Stiles just… grinned.

"Just that or do you have any more specifics?"

"Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches _of course_" She replied to Stiles in a 'duh' voice before turning back around and, as dramatically as ever, started humming the funeral theme tune because, sure, she was joking about but the principle of the school she was currently attending was a flipping hunter… if she didn't get her life threatened today it would be a bloody miracle.

Just as she turned the corner she heard Stiles exclaim to Scott, "Did she say she's not getting married… _ever_?" In a hushed whisper but Kayla still heard, damn these heightened senses were handy, and Scott smacked Stiles over the back of the head, keeping his voice lowered as he replied, "Really, Stiles? Out of all **that** _that's_ what you were paying attention to?"

She reached _Mr Argents'_ office and, without knocking, she just opened the door and walked in because, really, there was no point in playing nice to each other for half an hour _and then_ him threatening to cut her in half… that would be such a waste of time.

"So, how about we just cut the small talk and-" She started to say, slamming the door behind her because, honestly, she didn't have all day but she really really _really_ wished she kept her mouth shut because Mr Argent was behind his desk, hands folded in front of him actually _looking_ like a principle and Mr Stilinski and another one of his deputy's was sitting in the chairs in front of him, looking all official-like and Kayla gulped – great impression to her boyfriend's father huh? But, as she thought it over, he had seen her and his son about to go at it like rabbits on several occasions so, really, it wasn't that bad… right?

"Hi" She changed her tone of voice immediately, making her sound all cheery and chipper and not at all like a snarky werewolf-hybrid-thing, "Sheriff, deputy, Mr Argent" She added, smiling widely, "W-What's going on? I'm not being arrested am I?" She joked, taking the seat next to the deputy that he pointed to, settling herself down.

Mr Stilinski chuckled, not seeming to be embarrassed today so that was a good start, "We have no arrest warrant for you yet Kayla" He smiled, pulling out his notepad, "No, we just have a few questions for you about Isaac Lahey" And Kayla had to literally force the smile to remain on her face because, oh yeah, he was a fugitive and, guess what, she knew where that fugitive was – she hung out with him for crying out loud. She would lie of course but, honestly? Law enforcement always made her slightly nervous.

"And anyway, the sheriff here misplaced his cuffs so we couldn't arrest you even if we wanted to" The deputy joked, smiling lightly and the sheriff coughed uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah, they're still up in Stiles' bedroom" Kayla commented without even thinking because, yeah… she had no filter, no self-control at stopping what she was wanting to say and no steel doors to keeps her thoughts locked away – oops. Well, if it's any consolation, it took thirty seconds this time to make the sheriff uncomfortable and embarrassed, not just one like yesterday morning – it _was_ a plus when you thought about it really, really hard. The sheriff got a faint tinge to his cheeks and the deputy's eyes went bug eyed.

"Heh… w-what was the questions? I love questions I do, I love, love love them" She commented, changing the subject completely, "About Isaac right? Yeah? Correct me if I'm wrong" She rushed out because giving people coronaries was _not_ on her list of things to do today.

"Uh… yeah, right, um…" The sheriff fumbled about for a few moments before getting his bearings, avoiding eye contact with his deputy, "I didn't get a chance to ask you, uh… yesterday morning because… of reasons" The sheriff smiled awkwardly, "So, sorry to interrupt your classes"

"It's fine" She waved her hand in a nonchalantly way, "It's just chemistry" She said without thinking and could practically feel Mr Argents' disapproving glare, "I mean… yeah, love chemistry so, yeah…" She trailed off, nodding her head because, wow… damn the filter – or rather, lack of it.

"Okay, well um… it says here you sit next to Isaac in art class, what is your impression of him?" The sheriff asked and… _what_?

"In art class? No… I, uh, I don't sit next to anyone in art class" She spoke up before frowning and going into her thinking place, "Wait… _do_ I sit next to anyone in art class?" She asked in after-thought because damn she was confused.

"Yeah… Isaac Lahey and some kid called… Liz earwiggle?" The sheriff replied though, at that last one, he sounded genuinely confused and like he was going to burst out into hysterical laughter – ah, bonding wasn't it great?

"Aw yeah… I remember her – I made a joke about… you know what, never mind" She let out a small chuckle, "Uh… I kinda get… spaced out in art class so, until ten seconds ago, I didn't even know Isaac took art-"Wow, that sounded super bitchy, "But, uh… I know him, vaguely from… other places" She said because she didn't want to let the cat out of the bag that he was living with her Alpha cousin in an underground basement in a subway car – wasn't that punishment _enough_?

"And what do you think of him?" The sheriff asked, gazing at her intently.

"Honestly? He seems like a nice kid" She told him truthfully because, duh, he was… but for how long? "Uh… genuinely trying to do well and he's quite good at lacrosse so…" She shrugged and, from the corner of her eye she saw Mr Argent narrowing his eyes at her because, yes, he knew she knew Isaac was a werewolf and he knew she knew he knew about it and he also knew she knew he knew about her knowing – confusing? Yeah, just _slightly_.

"Do you think he would've murdered his father?" He further asked, carefully writing down all her answers in his notepad.

"No" She immediately replied, even though now he was turning into a cocky arrogant werewolf it could be quite applicable, "I mean… not that we're best buddies or anything but from what I know and hear about him – which isn't a lot because I'm not the stalking type – he doesn't have it in him to kill anyone, let alone his own father" She was making this shit up as she went along and, judging by Mr Argent's fist clenching, he knew she was doing it for show.

"Okay" The sheriff said, "Just one more question and it's not because I'm doubting your story because I believe you but, uh, just so I can have it on paper… do you know where Isaac is?" He asked, staring at her with big, honest eyes and, okay, just take a deep breath.

From the corner of her eye she saw Mr Argent – damn she's gonna have to start calling him Gerard because two 'Mr Argents' was going to get confusing as hell – smirking at her, an evil glint in his eyes and damn him… damn him royally.

"Nope, sorry" She replied, popping the 'P' and trying to keep a neutral look plastered on her face, "I haven't seen him since the day he got arrested" She lied, "But I wish I could've been more help" She apologised, changing her expression into one of slight regret.

"No, it's okay, you've been a great help" The sheriff smiled, pulling himself from the chair, "If we have any more questions I'm… sure I'll see you around" He said, an underlining note of a different message hidden in his voice and Kayla just nodded and smiled as they exited.

"Well, this has been fun" Kayla smiled, hopping out of the chair, "But chemistry is waiting so-"She pointed behind her, about to make a dash for it but Mr Argent – no, _Gerard's_… sorry – stopped her because _damn_ his voice was as creepy as heck.

"Not so fast Miss Hale" His voice stopped her and, urghh, so annoying, "We have some things to discuss" And she turned around carefully, watching as his hand disappeared into a drawer in his desk and – crap – he was going to stab her, shoot her, cut her in half, poison her, _something _– such an inconvenience, but instead of pulling out some form of weapon it was just… a piece of paper?

"Huh?" She felt herself saying, furrowing her eyebrows, "A piece of paper? _So_ _deadly_"

"It's your attendance record Miss Hale" He smirked, eyes gleaming with… something, "Not only did you run away from the principle but also from the school grounds… for the entire day" He said and, okay… that was a severe let down, wasn't he going to threaten to kill her _yada yada yada_?

"That's it?" She asked in surprise, taking a seat again and throwing her messenger bag on the floor, "You want to talk about me skipping school?" And he just nodded slowly, catching her by surprise again.

"What else do you think I would want to talk to you about?" He plastered an innocent look on his face that Kayla didn't buy for one second – well, if he wanted to play the naive card… let him.

"I haven't the foggiest" She replied, smiling lightly, "But if it's any consolation it was a family emergency" She made up, shrugging.

"And what qualifies as a family emergency?" Gerard asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious child.

"I have a cousin who… needed help babysitting his kid – he's stressed enough as it is and there was tears and shaking and he was on the verge of a mental breakdown so I offered to help out" She supplied, watching as Gerard's jaw tightened considerably – hey, he was the one that started this little game, not her.

"Very well" He nodded, "Though, as a new principle I do need to abide by the rules and… my hands are tied" And Kayla almost burst into laughter because she could just picture Stiles… you know what? Never mind - head outta the gutter Kayla.

He let out a sympathetic wince, "I'm going to have to give you detention… every day for the rest of this week and Monday and Tuesday the following one" And, damn, he was a vindictive little so and so huh? But, detention or getting sawed in half? It was a tough one… but she would pick detention _almost_ all the time.

"Fine by me" She smiled, itching to get the hell out of there now because she was getting the heebee jeebies just by being in his office, "You have a good day now" She added, just about to get out of her seat, feeling as though she was playing musical chairs but his voice called out to her – _again_.

"Just a minute Miss Hale, there was actually something else I wanted to discuss with you" He smirked, standing up and slowly walking around his desk to face her and, urghh, the closeness of him was sending shivers up her spine.

"…Yes?" She asked cautiously, her mind working through all the ways she could render him defenceless – spin kick? Throat punch? Or her personal favourite… kicking guys in the groin.

"I would just like to leave a friendly reminder that… if you or… anyone else that you know of… comes at my family or tries to turn my own grand-daughter against us… there will be consequences" He warned, leaning forward, "I'm not afraid to take action like my own son is"

"That's… nice to know?" She questioned, shrugging, "But, just for the record… neither are we" She whispered the last bit as he walked forward, disappearing behind her and suddenly she felt the pressure of his hands landing on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

"I don't like the Hales, never have really and I'm just waiting for an excuse, just a little one, whether it be… a suspicion, an inkling that one of you is up to no good… maybe even something as simple as skipping school… for me to do something about it… is that understood?" He whispered in her ear and Kayla flinched away, standing up to face him because, he may be an Argent, but she was not going to be threatened by him – no way.

"That sounds like a threat" Kayla said in a cold voice as she picked her bag up off the floor, keeping a few feet distance between them because, duh, they were natural enemies, putting them in a room together was like igniting a spark.

"No… just a simple warning" Gerard said, forehead lowering as he stared at her.

"Well, I can do 'simple warnings' too" Kayla replied back, sounding severely pissed off as she took a couple of steps forward, "If you, or anyone you 'know" – she repeated his words to her from before – "do anything to my family… y'all just may end up like your daughter" She said through gritted teeth before sweeping past him and out the door because, where did he get off threatening her? What a… a… a… a… urghhh, there wasn't enough bad words in the universe to describe him.

She slammed the door as she left because she was angry and pissed off and slightly hurt, maybe a little nervous, so she took her frustrations out on the innocent, no doubt highly expensive oak door like any sane and mentally stable person would – note the sarcasm.

So… not only did she have to worry about Isaac and Isaac and, oh yeah, _Isaac_ **again** with a side of Derek but also Gerard as the cherry on top of the cake – great.

"This was not how I was expecting this day to go" She muttered to herself just as she saw three people fall, yes, literally fall around the corner, expecting looks plastered on their face.

"I-I saw my dad and his deputy leaving and I panicked because my girlfriend getting arrested by my dad would be really awkward and not a story to tell around the dinner table at Christmas time AND-" Stiles carried on but his face got considerably more redder, like he needed to take a breath, "then I panicked even more when you didn't come out because Allison said Gerard _does_ keep weapons nearby so I thought you'd been killed and buried under the school floor boards by now, which you're not, which is a really good thing and…and I'm going to breathe now" He added, stopping mid-sentence and placing his hands on his knees, sucking in a big, deep, dramatic breath, looking about ready to faint.

"Yeah… I'm kinda disappointed too" She hummed, "My funeral sounds awesome – shame I'm gonna miss it" She smirked as her friends walked forward and Stiles immediately took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"What happened?" Allison asked, eyes flitting nervously towards the principal's office, "Did Gerard… do anything?"

"Oh, you know… just the norm" She waved her have, 'pffting', "Your dad asked questions about the guy we helped get out of jail and I lied through my teeth and _Gerard_ just casually dropped an elephant sized hint that if, and I quote…'you or anyone else that you know of comes at my family or tries to turn my own grand-daughter against us then there will be consequences' unquote" She told them, "so I… _may_ have… threatened him back before storming out and almost breaking his door so, ya know, a productive morning" She commented, letting out a small shrug because Stiles' hand in hers was calming her down quicker than she thought possible, "So… why you guys skipping chemistry cos I know it's your '_favourite_' subject and all?" She smirked, trying to go for a more light-hearted mood – it wasn't the first time she had been threatened, chill.

"We-We waited for you" Scott supplied, "just in case things went... bad"

"'Bad' being an understatement" She replied, nudging his shoulder, "But…thanks, I appreciate it"

"We're all a team right?" Scott said back, looking between her, Stiles and Allison, "I mean… I know Derek's your cousin and everything but if push comes to shove… are you… with us?" Scott asked uncertainty, cocking an eyebrow.

She wanted to be but at the same time she didn't? Did that make sense? Her and Derek were slowly, very very very slowly beginning to get back to normal but her friends were always there for her and she needed them… jeez Scott, why the tricky questions?

"If you're in the right then... yeah, of course" She sent him a friendly wink, letting him know the situation wasn't as serious as he was trying to make it because, seriously, pressure much Scottie boy?

"Okay so, um… I got detention after school so Isaac-Stiles" She changed her mind at the last minute, cursing herself internally because _DAMMIT_ what the hell was wrong with her today? "Stiles… you're-you're Stiles" She cringed as she met his gaze, biting her tongue.

"Isaac? Again? _Seriously_?" He screeched, dropping her hand and she saw from the corner of her eye Scott and Allison take a step back, cautious eyes on the two of them the whole time.

"Sorry" She immediately apologised, raising her voice slightly so he wouldn't cut her off mid-sentence, "It's just because I was thinking about him" She defended, not realising how that sounded until the words were already out of her mouth.

"Oh… _just_ thinking about him were you?" Stiles demanded, folding his arms across his chest, taking jealously to a whole new level of crazy and Kayla resisted rolling her eyes, "Do you do that often or…?"

"_No_" She said in a hard voice, "C'mon Stiles you know I don't… It's just because your dad was talking about him… and okay, sure" She began to admit, "maybe I'm a little worried about him and Derek because they're both in hot water now" She supplied, tilting her head to the side, "That's it Stiles"

"Then why don't you say Derek's name?" He demanded, eyes wide with anger, "Because that's twice today you've called me Isaac and it's not even lunch time… it's getting on my nerves now" he added, jaw clenching and okay, Kayla admitted in her head, it's not exactly reassuring to hear your girlfriend say another guys' name but didn't he trust her enough to know it was her messed up mind sprouting off all these things? She would _never_ cheat on Stiles… not with _anybody_.

"Well you're getting on mine" She shot back, folding her arms to, matching his stance, "I'm sorry I called you Isaac, it was wrong of me to do that… but, seriously Stiles, you've no need to be jealous"

"Oh, don't I? _Don't I?" _He snapped, eyes bugging from his head.

"_NO_" Kayla screeched back, leaning forward as if that was supposed to help get her point across, "You don't, you _really_ don't" She added, staring at him sincerely but it was clear Stiles wasn't going to forget this incident anytime soon… and she couldn't blame him really.

"Only when I start calling you other girls' names do you get to comment on the fact whether I can be jealous or not" He said, a hard edge to his voice and, ow, that was hard to hear.

"When?" She asked, "_When_? So you're going to call me anything but my name just to get one up on me? Wow Stiles… that's a perfect way to start a relationship" She snapped, biting the inside of her cheek, "Oh, sorry, I meant _END_" She added, limbs shaking with anger.

"Yeah, well, sorry _Lydia" _Stiles said, cocking his head to the side, "I didn't mean to offend you"

"Low blow Stiles" Kayla shouted, hearing both Scott and Allison cringe, "Low. Blow. I said I was sorry okay? I don't know what else you want me to do"

"How about… not cheat on me for starters" He shrugged, twisting his face up and, okay wow, that was an even lower blow than calling her Lydia… well, maybe, they both felt like a blow to the ribcage.

"Screw you… screw you royally" Kayla said quietly, her voice brimming in anger, "The fact that you had to 'suggest' that makes me want to punch you in the face" She said simply, "So, ya know what Stilinski? I'm gonna go and you can call _me_ when _you_ decide to calm down" She screamed, turning on her heel and striding away, practically pushing herself past Scott and Allison who both just stared between them, indecision shining on their faces.

"Don't hold your breath" She heard Stiles say spitefully and instead of making things one hundred times worse, Kayla just bit her tongue and continued to stride away, holding her head high though she could've sworn she saw a blonde haired girl smiling to herself as though Christmas had come early.

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><p><strong>AN) I hope y'all liked this chapter, I wanted to put something up with at least _some_ drama. Ha. So please leave your thoughts below, so motivating, and the next chapter will be out in a few days – please please review, have a good weekend! X **


	54. Chapter 54 - Don't you dare

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me – anyway, a massive shout out to **

Was she angry? Yes. Did she want to hit something? Definitely. Did she also want to scream and shout until her voice went hoarse? One hundred percent but did she? No. Now that is what she called self-control at its finest, at least in her eyes. And, not only was she feeling furious and severely pissed off, she now felt guilty because this whole fight was her fault – well, at least partially, so as you can see this was a _great_ start to the day.

But there was one thing she was certain of – she was definitely not going back to chemistry that's for sure because dealing with that god awful subject with Mr Harris on top of everything else going on? Ha, yeah right, that was so not going to happen. She vaguely heard Allison calling her name but she had a one track mind at the moment – put as much distance between her and Stiles as she could physically do before she says or do's something that would surely cause a full-fledged war.

"Kayla, wait up" Allison shouted frantically and Kayla didn't realise how quickly she was striding because, wow, how did she end up halfway across the school? That's obviously why, by the time Allison caught up to her, she was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic granny.

"Just-just give me a second" She gasped, placing one hand on her side and sucking in a deep breath before turning those big brown doe eyes on Kayla, full of pity and sympathy that made her shiver, "How're you doing?"

"Fine" Kayla replied without a second of hesitation because she wasn't some fragile china doll you know, that wasn't the first argument she had ever had and it definitely wasn't the worst, even if it did tug on her heart strings in a painful way.

"Really?" Allison asked sceptically, "Because you look about ready to cry" And Kayla didn't even acknowledge the tears pressing themselves forward because she was just too damn angry at everything – at herself, at Stiles, hell even at Allison though she had no clue why.

"No I don't" Kayla contradicted allowing a small sniffle to take place, "Cos I'm not crying over anything _especially_ not a guy" She exclaimed just standing there in the corridor, emotions all over the place, "I don't cry over guys because they're not worth it, that's like the number one rule in the girl book" Kayla said, "And yes, I just acknowledged that I'm a girl – shocker right?!"

"Kayla" Allison sighed, tilting her head to the side, "This isn't just 'any guy' though… it's Stiles" Allison commented and Kayla just crossed her arms stubbornly because, no, she wasn't going to cry like some lovesick puppy – it was a fight, big deal right? – "The guy you're kinda in love with"

"No" Kayla shook her head, "I love him… I'm not 'in love' with him yet" She added honestly, "I want to be but I can't say that without knowing for sure" She told Allison who was still listening to her, "But if he carries on being this insanely jealous guy who calls me other girls' names then lemme tell you something, he's making it hard for me to" She raged because, damn, she was mad.

"Well… I mean…" Allison said somewhat nervously, giving her right shoulder a small shrug and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, already catching onto what she was wanting to say.

"You mean… it's my fault right?" She asked as Allison gave her a guilty look, "Yes, I admit that but for god sake it wasn't like I screamed his name during sex, it was an accident and he's just… just… urghhh" She let out a sound of frustration, banging her palms off her thighs eliciting a loud smacking noise and causing Allison to let out a small, unexpected jump, "You know? Urghhh just so… URGHHHHH"

"Yeah, I know" Allison soothed, hand gently rubbing Kayla's arm in a comforting way, obviously just wanting her to calm down, "But it's normal to feel this way after an argument"

"Then I hate normal, screw normal" Kayla exclaimed just as the bell rang overhead and, damn, they actually had to go to classes – wasn't this week over yet? The god awful noise continued to blare through the corridors and, wow, was the sound always this annoying or was it just her?, "SHUT _UP_" She hollered to the ceiling as if that was going to work but, just a second later, the bell stopped ringing and she could hear the corridors beginning to buzz with the noise of the students.

"Okay" Allison interrupted, clasping her hands together and smiling unusually wide, "How about we go somewhere and calm down, hm? You look… murderous" And Kayla didn't doubt that for one second – if someone so much as looked at her the wrong way then she was sure all hell was going to break loose because she was _pissed off_ so bloody much.

"Oh I am" Kayla agreed, tightening her grip around the strap off her messenger bag, scowling at nothing in particular, "But I have to look murderous while I go to English… if I skip anymore school then your grandfather really will kill me, for realz this time because that certainly _wasn't_ an empty threat"

Allison furrowed her eyebrows, indecision shining in her clear brown eyes as she cocked her head to the side, "Don't worry about him, I'll talk to him… I can use being the principle's grand-daughter as a privilege y'know" She smirked, obviously trying to cheer her up, "And we could go for ice-cream and to the movies and-"

"Allison, stop" Kayla interrupted, "I appreciate the offer but… I need to go to English, keep my grade up" Not wanting her 'A' to slip because of some stupid argument because that was an actual subject she exceled in – a miracle right? She didn't know where the sudden enthusiasm had come from but she heard Isaac's voice in her head, nagging at her – "You don't have to copy from Stiles' work just because he gets A's - Just because he's good at a subject it doesn't mean you should let him bring _you_ down" and, who would've thought Isaac Lahey could give inspirational words? Well, he did, that's for sure. She was done with not trying and getting help from other people, she was determined to keep her 'A' and maybe even improve her other grades too - she was going to, no 'if's' or 'buts', she had to, she _needed_ to.

"But… but... Stiles is in that class" Allison tried again, "And I really don't want my best friend suspended for fighting"

"Oh, that's inevitable really" Kayla said, moving out of the way of the student bodies, "If I go this semester without getting called to the principal's office for fighting it would be disastrous, like, end of the world disastrous" Kayla added, turning around to walk all the way back to the English room but Allison stopped her by grabbing her arm, gently, but with a firm grip.

Allison stared at her in indecision, obviously not sure what she was wanting Kayla to do and Kayla just raised her eyebrows because she may get really mad super easily but she meant what she said before – she was going to focus on her studies more and starting a fight in the middle of English class with Stiles was not on her list of priorities today, hell, she didn't even want to look at him for the time being _that's_ how angry she was.

"Okay… okay" Allison nodded determinedly, "I'll keep an eye on the two of you" And Kayla almost snorted at that – they weren't a pack of wild, angry animals, honestly, "Let's go then, don't want to be late" she added, linking her arm though Kayla's and pulling her down the corridor, tightening her grip she had on her every once in a while and Kayla allowed a small smirk to grace her lips.

"I'm not gonna go all 'psycho' ya know Ally" She said in a light-hearted voice, anything to keep her mind off the hurt and anger bubbling in her chest, "I do have _some_ self-control"

"Hmmm" Allison hummed, quickening her pace past a couple who were all 'lovey dovey' against a row of lockers, practically shoving their tongue down each other's' throats like it was their life mission or something, "Well, I'm not going to wait around to find out"

Kayla gave a small smile to her friend, touched by her concern before frowning, staring sideways at Allison in a mixture between amusement and affrontation – "Was that supposed to be an insult?" and Allison just shot her a look before practically dragging her across the hall to the English classroom and pulled her to the side.

"Are you sure you can do this?" She asked nervously, "Because if not just say and-"

"Allison" Kayla interrupted, "I. Am. Fine. I promise" She said, stretching the truth somewhat because, yes, she was still hurt and angry and a little bit nervous but she was a Hale for crying out loud, Hales don't cry over their problems, "I just want to act like nothing's bothering me" She added, sending her friend a small smile before sweeping into the classroom, keeping her facial expression neutral but as soon as she stepped in, almost immediately, she met Stiles' eyes and stopped walking, practically freezing on the spot.

To say he was glaring at her would be the understatement of the century – his eyes narrowed considerably and he stuck his tongue in his cheek when he did when he was severely pissed off and that, combined with the fact he was gripping his pen with enough sheer force to strangle someone to death, made her falter. Okay, she pissed him off, he pissed her off… wasn't it time to move on now?

Clearly not.

He turned his furious caramel brown eyes out the window, slumping down in his seat, the clear message being 'don't even go there' so Kayla just took a deep breath, shaking her head because, dammit, she needed to keep her composure and then strode to her seat that just happened to be one row over and one seat behind Stiles… _great_. Normally she would have been thrilled with that but now… now not so much.

She sat down carefully, her earlier anger now turning into full on hurt because, _ow_, the silent treatment combined with the glaring and the acting like she didn't even exist… actually… hurt? No, seriously, she felt her chest tightening and her head beginning to ache because, just because she was the type to initiate conflict because of her anger issues, it didn't mean she necessarily enjoyed fighting – especially with Stiles, oh god, _especially_ with Stiles.

She leaned forward, opening her mouth to say something but shut it, realising she had absolutely no idea what to say _what so ever_, not even the faintest idea like "Hi" or "How you doing?" – Damn. Instead of (probably) making him even more pissed off she just sat back in her seat, idly fiddling with her pen, waiting for the teacher to start his lesson all the while ignoring both Scott and Allison's stares in their directions.

"Morning class… today we're going to discuss 'The Great Gatsby' which I hope you all read…" After that Kayla just turned her head to face the window because she had read that book at least… seven times, hell, she could probably quote the whole book so this lesson at least would be a breeze… thank god she was good at English…

She began gnawing on her bottom lip, trying to tune her thoughts into anything but Stiles – she didn't care what, anything, bad, good, neutral, history, food, politics… hell, anything would be fine with her.

Well, not 'everything' but unfortunately for her her mind chose to think of depressing, 'punch me in the stomach' thoughts' instead of happy rainbow coloured bunnies for example – _dammit_.

Was it weird of her to want to ask… Peter? What? Maybe she was losing it a bit but she couldn't deny that Peter told things how they were, he didn't beat around the bush like most people and he may be manipulative and slightly sadistic but she kinda got him on a certain level… and maybe she missed him… just a little bit though.

Jeez, what was wrong with her? She missed him? He hurt Lydia, killed god knows how many people and _she missed him_? Jesus, she was screwed up that's for sure.

"Yes you are" A voice agreed and Kayla jumped, turning to the other side, "But, then again, you already knew that" He smirked and Kayla gaped, her heart racing a million miles an hour because… what?

"Yes yes I know" Peter waved his hand absentmindedly, rolling his eyes sassily as he sat next to her in a chair not at all looking charred to the bone, no, he was dressed… smartly? What the flipping flip of all flips was going on? "I look great, but that's not the main issue here Kayla"

Kayla just stared because… Peter was dead, she saw it happen, she felt it happen and if, by some miracle, he did come back to life he wouldn't just pop into school – no, he would have a dramatic entrance because, duh, he was _Peter frigging Hale_.

"Come on Kayla, get your act together girl… you asked for me and here I am so take your jaw off the floor and entertain me" He smiled, tilting his head to the side and Kayla closed her mouth, looking around to make sure everyone was focused on the lesson before she reacted.

"I didn't ask for you" She whispered, still in shock, "And anyway… this isn't real… you're dead" She said in a hard voice, fixing her eyes to the front of the class, "You're definitely dead so… this is not real, none of this is real" She muttered to herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts because she didn't want to be crazy… that would just put a real dampener on things.

"It is real… to a certain degree" She heard Peter say as he began folding up a bit of paper, making it into a paper aeroplane, "You're right – I'm dead… but you're not so, technically, I can live on through you" And Kayla shivered, trying to keep a calm composure when inside she was screaming because _WHAT THE HELL?_

"Go… away" She muttered through clenched teeth, momentarily closing her eyes, "I don't need this right now"

"Oh, that's right" Peter 'aha'd' suddenly throwing the aeroplane and Kayla watched as it glided through the air and hit the teacher in the back of the head but he didn't notice, hell, he didn't even flinch, further proof she was just crazy, "You and the boyfriend are having a domestic, huh?"

Kayla rolled her eyes, trying to tune out his annoying voice and focus on the teacher but, evidently, because she was the only one that could hear him he was focusing all of his attention on her, "Ya know… if I was alive and kicking I would be able to do something about it…" He trailed off smirking at her, amusement glinting in his eyes and… wow… douche-bag.

"I don't want your help" She whispered furiously, bending her pen frantically because she was beginning to fear she was losing her mind – well, it did run in the family after all because she was talking to her dad in the middle of English class, if that wasn't crazy then she didn't know who was, "So just _go away_" She exclaimed louder then she meant to because the whole class swivelled their heads to face her, even Stiles sent her a withering glance and she gulped as the teacher turned his beady eyes on her.

"…Anything to add Miss Hale?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow, unimpressed, and Kayla heard Peter chuckle from beside her, throwing her off her game, "About Daisy's affair?"

"Uhhh…"Kayla said rather intelligently, trying to ignore Peter standing up and walking through the rows of seats, casually flicking people's hair or mocking their work, "She was… wrong… to…" She trailed off, keeping her eyes on Peter's form because, this may be happening inside her head but that didn't mean he couldn't cause damage.

"Would you like to elaborate on that Kayla?" The teacher asked and Kayla nodded slowly, watching as Peter walked up to the teacher and began to do stupid impressions of him making a small smirk appear on her lips - when he wasn't a crazy, killing Alpha he was actually… bearable? Wow!

"Um… she just used Gatsby and lured him under false pretensions… she may have liked Tom buchanan but she liked Gatsby at the same time" She explained as if on auto pilot as she kept an eye on Peter, completely distracted.

"Yeah… I wonder what _that_ feels like" She heard Stiles scoff under his breath and Kayla just gave a roll of her eyes as she glared at the back of his head because, dammit Stiles, couldn't he stop with the digs?

"Oooooh… this is gonna get interesting" Peter said, smiling coyly as he sat up on the teacher's desk, casually swinging his legs like a five year old, "Wish I had brought popcorn"

Kayla ignored him though, instead focusing back on the teacher.

"But it's understandable I guess… Tom Buchanan is a jealous, non-trusting guy who just wouldn't give Daisy the benefit of the doubt" She said, realising she was kind of getting off the topic of 'The Great Gatsby' and onto her and Stiles.

"Why should he though?" Stiles interrupted the teacher, swivelling around in his seat, "She clearly 'admired' two guys at the same time and had an affair… Daisy seems like a bit of a bitch if you ask me" He commented and Kayla narrowed her eyes because… _idiot_.

"Mr Stilinski" The teacher said in a disapproving voice but, nope, Kayla wasn't just going to sit back and take that – no way.

"Well, of course _you_ would think that… you're a guy" She said snarkily, "Because, god forbid, a woman likes someone else – how is it acceptable for men to be all over other women but when it's the other way around the woman is seen as a whore? Hm? Answer me that" She shot back, leaning forward in her seat and she saw the whole class, bar Allison and Scott, look around excitedly like they were just waiting for something interesting to happen, hell even Peter looked intrigued.

Stiles seemed stumped for a second before he got this fired look in his eyes and he sat up, face set in stone, "Because 'Daisy' can come up with as many excuses as she wants but the fact is she still hurt 'Tom' in a way no one else had"

"Yeah, well, 'Tom' always came across as a hypocrite to me so…" Kayla shrugged, ignoring the teacher's feeble attempts to break up the 'fight' or 'heated debate' whatever you wanted to call it, "He's just as bad with all his affairs so attack 'Daisy' all you want but the fact of the matter is if he doesn't his shit together soon… divorce will be on the table" Kayla replied heatedly, this whole argument being solely about her and Stiles now – there was no 'Daisy' and 'Tom', just 'Kayla' and 'Stiles' and she was pretty sure everyone else knew that too.

She stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder, ignoring Allison's attempts to stop her, "Good day all" She nodded her head before weaving her way through the rows and out the door because maybe, _maybe_, going to English _was_ a bad idea after all.

"Now that was _explosive_" She heard Peter exclaim as he trotted along beside her as she strode furiously down the corridor, "You're definitely my daughter, that's for definite"

"Oh just… shut up" Kayla sighed, pushing open a side door and walking out into the fresh air, "Get out of my head and leave me alone" She added, a growl in her voice because she did not need Peter, well, fake Peter yapping in her ear at the moment.

"I can't because you want me here… so I'm here" He spread his arms out, sending her a wink, "And anyway… nah, I can't be bothered, it's nice here – better than rotting under Derek's floor boards _that's_ for sure" He commented and Kayla flinched slightly because that was not an image she wanted in her mind – he was a dick, sure, but he was family and the thought of his body there made her shiver and cringe.

"Well just… stop talking then" She muttered angrily, holding her head in her heads as she felt a tension headache coming on, the pain running across her forehead and this day was turning out just great, really, she couldn't think of a better way to spend it.

"Who are you talking to?" She heard Stiles exclaim, his voice laced in distain and anger.

"Not you" Kayla replied, cringing as the pain flared up again, keeping her back turned to Stiles just in case he saw the tears beginning to glisten in her eyes because this whole fight really was hurting her because making Stiles feel that way was not what she was wanting… she just wanted things to go back to how they were before, that was all.

"Well, I just wanted to say congrats on the amazing show in there, I mean really, way to cause a scene Kayla" Stiles said sarcastically, voice dripping in unpleasantness and why was he doing this?

"Stiles… would you just stop" Kayla muttered, her voice quiet as she tried to keep the tears at bay, "Please?" She added, a desperate note in her voice because this was just all too much.

"No, I can't" He snapped, "Okay? Because you may not think this whole Isaac thing is nothing but it is… _it is_ something Kayla" He exclaimed, taking a few steps closer, "I thought that, silly me, this… amazing, funny, beautiful girl actually liked _me_ for _me, _not just as a second best"

"That isn't _true_" She exclaimed both angrily and tearfully at the same time, turning around to stare at him "I love you _because_ you're you… even after all 'this' I still just wanna be with you and you're just making things difficult"

"Oh, that's funny – really" Stiles commented sarcastically, "_I'm_ making it difficult? – No Kayla, everything was fine between us until _you_ started crushing on another guy that you've only known, what? A few days?" He asked spitefully and Kayla couldn't stop a tear from rolling down her cheek but she angrily wiped it away, not prepared to take this bullshit.

"That's not _true_" She screeched, slamming her fist against the wall closest to her, "I love you - I thought that was enough for now"

"But you're not _in love_ with me are you?" He asked quietly, voice brimming with quiet anger and disappointment and Kayla gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Yeah… thought not" Stiles whispered, his own eyes filling up with tears, "So you can talk about how much this hurts you, blah blah blah… but the truth is…it's hurting me one hundred times worse"

"Hmmm" She heard Peter murmur from his seat on a nearby bench, "That was deep… I felt it right in the cockles of my heart" And she threw him a furious glare, willing the pain in her head to go away, for him to go away and for Stiles to just forgive her but it was clear those things weren't going to happen anytime soon.

"No… no, don't you do that" She fumed, striding up to Stiles, focusing all her energy on not bursting into tears like she wanted to, "Don't you give me that dilemma and guilt… don't you dare" She added, angrily poking him in the chest.

"Why not?" Stiles fired back, "It's clear you're not totally invested in us like I am so…why am I wasting my time?" Stiles questioned, eyes wide, "I'm not here to get taken for a joy ride"

"_I love you_" She screamed, voice full of emotion, "I love you so much it makes my head hurt… why are you doing this?" She added, her voice sounding strained, weak and pathetic.

"Why am I doing what? Telling the truth?" He questioned, his glare hardening, "Because you need to hear it that's why"

"I'm _sorry_" She exclaimed, unable to hold back the flow of tears as they ran down her face, "I don't know what else to say Stiles… I don't wanna hurt you because I love you"

"Well… you have" Stiles shrugged, looking absolutely furious yet heartbroken at the same time, "And stop apologising… it doesn't make things better, although I suppose you're an expert at it huh?" He questioned, his tone full of malice which was so unusual for him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, _I'm sorry_" Stiles mimicked as Kayla just stayed still on the spot, her heart tearing in two, "I'm sorry for becoming a drug addict, I'm sorry for sleeping around, I'm sorry for killing my own baby because it was too much of an _inconvenience_" He muttered spitefully and Kayla gaped, hurt and pain running through her chest as she took a few steps backwards as Stiles' eyes widened, regret written all over his face.

"No… Kaylz, I didn't mean that I'm sorry" Stiles immediately apologised, taking a step forward and reaching out for her but Kayla flinched away, tears burning in her eyes and Stiles stopped, his eyes portraying guilt.

"Don't just… don't" Kayla held up her hand, "You don't know how hard that was… how painful those memories are" She told him, tears dribbling off her cheeks, "You think I'm just a heartless bitch and-"

"No, no Kaylz I'm sorry, that wasn't-"But she cut him off angrily, the raw pain flaring up in her chest.

"I _trusted you_" She screeched, whole body beginning to shake, "I trusted you with my secrets because you were supposed to be different – you weren't supposed to be another Aiden" She added, her throat beginning to close up, "You were supposed to be a nice guy who didn't judge me or use me but… you are aren't you?" And she saw Stiles shaking his head frantically, "You hate the fact that I have a past well _I'm sorry" _She exclaimed, that hurt turning into anger, "I'm a screw up but you knew that before we fell for each other and… as for the abortion" She continued, wiping at her eyes, whole body feeling drained, "…That was the hardest and most painful thing I've ever had to do and I wouldn't wish it on anybody… and I still regret it to this day because-because-" She was getting choked up, unable to speak, "because I ALWAYS think about what it would've been like… if I didn't act selfishly… if I did what I should've done but I _can't_ – I killed my baby and you think you can drag all that shit back up?" She screeched, shaking her head and striding away, her breathing ragged as the tears fell freely.

"No, Kaylz, please don't g-"He tried to reach out for her but she pulled away from his grasp, her wild eyes meeting his, now, sincere and calm ones, "Leave. Me. Alone" She snarled, eyes full of pain, "Just… leave me alone" She added miserably before letting out a sob and turning on her heel, practically fleeing away from him, leaving Stiles standing there alone, completely heart-broken.

The memories assaulted her – all the bad things that she did, all the bad things that happened to her – it hurt, a lot – it made her stomach churn, her limbs feel weak, she thought she had gotten a grip on herself but she was beginning to fall apart, wanting help but pushing away anyone that tried.

She turned the corner, expectantly flying straight into someone, knocking the girl off balance.

"I'm… sorry" Kayla apologised as she wiped at her eyes, cursing herself for saying 'sorry' – god, was that all she ever did? The blonde haired girl picked herself up and glared at her and, of course, knowing her luck it just _had_ to be Erica.

"Excuse me" Kayla murmured, walking past her but the Erica girl clearly wasn't finished with her yet.

"Everyone thinks you're so perfect" She snapped and Kayla stopped walking, turning around slowly to face her, "If people knew about you… about who you _really_ are, you think they would look at you the same?" And Kayla just stood there miserably, her head pounding, "Allison and Lydia would never speak to you again and Stiles would be ashamed to be seen with you… you'd be shunned… and maybe once that happens you would appreciate what you had in the first place" Erica growled, looking severely jealous and incredibly pissed off.

Kayla was shaking, from anger and hurt all rolled into one, "Such a whore" That Erica girl murmured under her breath, shaking her head in disgust, "killing your own baby" She shook her head again, lip curling, "Mind you… it was probably a blessing in disguise for the kid to not have a person like _you_ in its life" And that was the final straw for Kayla.

Without thinking, her fist swiped out and hit Erica across the jaw making her tumble to the ground, her lip spilt and bleeding but Kayla was too hurt to care, "Do what you want… I don't care anymore" She muttered, feeling hollow and numb as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, "I… I don't care" She murmured, ignoring Erica's quiet curses as she held her lip because, really, why should she care anymore? It just wasn't worth it… the pain hit her all at once as she numbly walked away, heart shattering into tiny pieces.

Maybe she was just too broken to fix after all.

**A/N) Yes… more drama. Ha. anyway please leave your thoughts below, I love hearing from you, and next chapter out soon – please please review, peace out guys x **


	55. Chapter 55 - Seventeen weeks

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**Also, to answer loopylinny's question, no I don't sorry – I'm gonna stat reading them and if I find any I shall let you know x**

**And as for who portrays Kayla – I hadn't really thought of that but, uh, I guess… Jessica Alba but just slightly younger – there's a link on my profile! :)**

Stiles stood there for a minute, his whole body frozen in shock because… what? What did he just say? Did he _really_ say that? He _was_ mad and irked and extremely jealous but those last few minutes he was not himself and, god, what a dick he was being – he acted so much like Jackson it made his skin crawl.

"Kayla, wait, I didn't…" He trailed off in defeat as Kayla disappeared from his sight and he angrily hit his fist off the wall, "Dammit" He cursed, internally screaming at himself.

He shouldn't have brought that up, and when he said 'shouldn't' he meant stay the hell away from the subject not even touching it with a barge pole 'shouldn't' because he knew that was something she wanted to forget, he knew she needed to try and move past it and he _knew _that it still ate her up inside _every single day_ because she had told him about it, about everything.

Regret welled up inside him and he felt like he had gotten a sledge hammer to the chest, his own eyes clouding up with tears because how in god's name did it escalate to this? Couples argue, he got that, not everything could be perfect all the time but Stiles realised he had just made it a hundred times worse – no, scrap that, _one thousand_ times worse. Kayla was right in a way, he didn't like how she had a past but _not_ in the way she was thinking – he hated the idea of the girl he was head over heels in love with being so broken and hurt that she had to resort to doing the things she did but he didn't blame her or judge her… except, it came off as that didn't it? The things he said were just plain cruel and he had no excuses for it.

He still hurt and felt jealous but it was nothing compared to the crushing guilt and pain filled thoughts that consumed his mind because, he realised with a start, he may have just ruined the best thing that had happened to him in these past crazy months and it was _his_ fault and _his_ fault alone.

God… what an idiot.

He shook his head, already thinking of about a million different apologies even though he knew that it wouldn't be enough – what kind of guy brings up his girlfriend's past in a stupid, jealous argument? Not the good guys that's for sure. Stiles ran a tired hand down his face as regret continued to eat at him from the inside out, his whole body feeling drained.

He wanted to get back at her during their argument but now he would do anything to take it back and when he said anything he really did mean _anything, _so he gave a determined sigh and took off after her because, what the hell was he doing just standing there wallowing in self-pity for? If he wanted to make things right then there really was no time to waste.

Just as he turned the corner he almost crashed straight into a blonde haired girl who was picking herself up off the ground and… what the hell was she doing down there anyway?

"Oomph" He exclaimed, limbs splaying anywhere and everywhere to stop without causing an accident, eyes going wide as he saw the girl flinch slightly, taking a step backward.

"Uh… sorry" He rushed out, averting his eyes downward and skimming past her and then realised, wow, that was harsh of him, leaving a girl standing there without asking if she was okay? Not cool Stiles, not cool. He gave one last desperate glance ahead of him before turning around, placing his hands on his hips.

"Uh… are you, y'know, okay?" He asked, meeting her nervous gaze and then seeing her bleeding lip, "Wow…_ow_" He exclaimed, wincing as his eyes focused on the injury, "That… looks like it hurts" He commented oh-so-helpfully, "What happened?"

He vaguely recognised the girl from his gym class and passing her in the hallways – it was Erica Reyes – but he didn't know her-know her, hell, he didn't think that they had talked since elementary school and maybe even before that. Her eyes flitted up to meet his gaze, immediately turning soft and nervous and… okay, now Stiles was seriously confused.

"Uh… no I'm fine" She managed to get out, giving a small smile and tugging on her jumper sleeves.

"You sure?" Stiles asked sceptically, cocking an eyebrow, "Because I've had a split lip before and they hurt like… a lot… how did you get it anyway?" He inquired in distraction, his head swivelling every which way to see if he could catch a glimpse of Kayla because he really really _really_ needed to speak to her but he would be an even bigger dick if he left a girl bleeding without even checking on her.

"Um… I don't-don't know" She stuttered, gulping noisily and Stiles just snorted as he began raking through his bag, his careful eyes watching her every movement, "You don't know how you split your lip open?" He gave a small chuckle as his hands found some spare tissues in his bag and he pulled them out and handed them to Erica, immediately feeling embarrassed and ashamed as they were all crinkled and torn and not at all looking good that's for sure.

Erica took them anyway though and pressed them to her lip, letting out a small wince and, just as Stiles was about to high tail out of there, he stopped, giving Erica the once over.

"Do you… need to go to the school nurse?" He asked, biting on his bottom lip, praying that the answer would be a 'no' because when he said he needed to find Kayla it wasn't an exaggeration, he needed to find her, right now, right this very second.

"N-No… I'm fine" She claimed, nodding her head affirmatively and Stiles let out a sound of relief because, okay, maybe his luck was turning around – hopefully. He turned around on the spot several times, indecision shining on his face because, what way should he go? Towards the lacrosse field, the parking lot, the woods or the gym – there was too many options to choose from and if he picked the wrong one then Kayla would be well gone and probably never speak to him again.

"Uh… you haven't seen a girl run past here have you?" He asked in something close to desperation, turning around and facing Erica again, "About yay high, light chestnut brown hair… probably looking extremely pissed off?" He asked, gnawing on the inside of his cheek because if this Erica girl didn't then he honestly had no idea what he was going to do – probably ask his dad to put an APB out on her.

Erica's eyes hardened slightly making Stiles even more confused because, what? It was a simple question – "No, I haven't… sorry" She apologised, shrugging lightly, sounding not at all sorry, "But, yeah… I think I do need to go to the nurse's office" She added, holding a hand to her lip and Stiles exhaled loudly because, seriously? Could his luck get any suckier?

"Uh… okay, sure" Stiles exhaled, scratching the back of his neck as he gave a last glance around the school grounds, holding out his hand to Erica, offering to take her bag for her even though she was probably more than capable of carrying it herself, "I'll… take you then" Even to him his own voice sounded unsure and quite sharp and, realising he was acting like a total dick, he plastered a smile on his face because all of this wasn't Erica's fault, it was his, there was no need to take it out on other people.

"Thanks" Erica smiled warmly, staring at the ground shyly as she walked past him slowly and Stiles just shook his head, trying to think positively because there was plenty of time to talk to Kayla right? It wasn't even lunch time yet and his last thought as he walked next to Erica was damn, he's really going to have to plant a GPS inside that girl that's for sure.

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><p>"Kayla…Kayla… oh my god, slow down will ya?" She heard Peter exclaim as she walked briskly across the school grounds, not even acknowledging him or anyone else that happened to be around her because to say she was not in the mood would be a serious understatement.<p>

"Leave me alone" She grumbled, hand wiping at her wet cheeks because she was determined not to cry anymore, she had done enough of that already. Her heart still ached and her stomach was tying itself in knots because… did all of that really just happen? She never thought Stiles would say those things because it was just so not like him… at all, which is why she was still in this disbelieving state.

"Sweetheart, listen-"But Kayla cut him off furiously because he had no right to go all fatherly on her right now.

"_Don't call me that_" She exclaimed furiously, swivelling around to face him, "I'm not your 'sweetheart' so stop… just _stop_" She added, meeting his gaze, "I don't even know what you're doing here – you're dead"

"Yes, I am" Peter replied calmly, "But like I said before, and if you were listening then you would have heard me, because you're my daughter and we have a connection… I can still communicate through you" He said, walking up to her.

"Well just… stop it" She heatedly said, "Stop it, stop it, stop it… I don't need you babbling inside my head making me go even more crazy than I already am" She added, breathing heavily as a ton of emotions hit her all at once, "I don't need it" She said miserably, leaning back against the wall, her legs collapsing as she slid down the wall, "I-I don't need it"

"Kayla" Peter said, his voice unusually sympathetic, "Is what Stiles said back there true?"

"Why do you care?" She retorted, letting out a loud snort, avoiding his gaze, "You're a selfish dick, I don't think the word 'caring' is even in your vocabulary" She added, playing with her fingers as she dipped her head, trying to keep the bad memories at bay but they seemed to be slipping through the cracks.

"_Um… yeah… I'd like to, uh, book an appointment please"_

"_I don't need help" She exclaimed, pulling her arm away from her aunt, "So what? I take drugs… big deal, it's not as if it matters anyway – I'm not important"_

"_Sometimes… sometimes I do wish I was dead" She admitted, staring at the therapist with dead eyes, "It would be a hell of a lot easier anyway"_

"_You coming out tonight?" Aiden inquired, tilting his head to the side as his hand trailed down her arm, fingers dancing across her skin, "I know a guy… he can hook us up with some good stuff"_

"_Okay Miss Hale, are you sure you want to do this?"_

"_Just leave me alone Aiden" She said tiredly, ripping her arm from his grasp, "I'm done… I'm done with just being your play thing out of convenience… I'm done with this so, if you know what's good for you, then you'll leave me alone – for good"_

"KAYLA" Peter's loud voice snapped her from her daydream, or rather day-nightmare and she shook her head, already beginning to feel the familiar effects of the numbing feeling taking a hold of her heart… just like before, "Get your head together"

"Says you… who's inside my mind…" She trailed off, sniffing loudly, "You do realise that makes no sense at all right?"

Peter rolled his eyes, plopping himself down beside her, hands resting on his upraised knees, "But I don't plan on leaving any time soon" He said and she rolled her eyes, turning her stony gaze to the side, avoiding his stare.

"Is-"But she interrupted him again, not ready to talk about it yet.

"Don't" Kayla held up her hand, "Don't go there… please… all that crap was still buried in my mind and Stiles just went and dragged it all back up again… I can't, I just can't okay?" She asked, holding back the tears as she stared ahead of her, her legs bouncing up and down.

"Okay" Peter replied, clasping his hands together, "But if you're not going to admit it then I'm going to for you" And she turned her teary gaze to him, cocking an eyebrow, "You feel like using again don't you?" And Kayla gaped, completely gobsmacked because, even though she had that thought in the back of her mind ever since the argument, she had pushed it aside and just thought she was being weak.

She glanced down at her lap, seeing how her legs were not just bouncing up and down but they were also jittery and nervous, even her fingers wouldn't stay still as they played with the ends of her beige top and… holy frigging god he was actually right.

"If I was alive right now I would slap you over the head" Peter said and Kayla didn't even respond with a snarky comment or a sassy remark because she couldn't help but think that her past really was biting her in the ass – that she was too weak to stay strong because her muscles were twitching and she felt overly emotional, about ready to burst into tears.

"…You're really hurting aren't you?" Peter asked softly and Kayla looked up, meeting his gaze, "Look – I'm not going to pretend I know what to do or say… because I don't… and as you have rightly told me about a thousand times, I'm your father _not_ your dad but… don't do it, you're stronger than you think Kayla"

"I'm not… I'm really not" She murmured, screwing her eyes shut, trying to stop her muscles from spasming, the cravings filling up her mind.

"Yes you are" Peter insisted, "So what? You had an abortion… tons of woman do. You tested out drugs… I'm sure that's just the teenager thing to do these days and as for the other thing… well, it's in your genes right? A seductress, yeah?" And Kayla glared at him because, wow, douchebag.

"…It sounded better in my head" Peter shrugged, plastering an innocent look on his face and Kayla continued to glare, curling her fists – dammit, why did he have to be a figment of her imagination or a ghost or whatever the hell he was? Couldn't he have had the consideration to at least be real so then she could deck him?

Her legs continued to shake as she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to dispel the thoughts of how good just 'letting go' was and tried to tell herself that feeling pain was natural… everyone does and everyone would have to do it… she had to just suck it up, she had to.

"I would really appreciate it if you just left Peter" Kayla said, her voice shaking with emotion and, although it felt slightly good to see him again even if she did still hate him, she couldn't deal with his voice yapping away in her ear.

"But what if I don't want to go?" Peter whined, facing her again, "It's actually nice to have some company… even if that company is in the presence of my daughter who seems to be having a mental breakdown but still, better than being dead right?"

Kayla clenched her jaw, feeling her eyes beginning to glow as she turned her head to the side, gaze furious, "Just _leave_" She said in a hard voice and, like a miracle, Peter suddenly disappeared as if he just teleported his ass out of there and Kayla blinked, slightly astounded that it worked but, if what he said was true then he would be back right? Especially if he was inside her head like she assumed he was – great, just what she needed right now.

Well, one thing's for sure, she needed a plan – that sounded overly dramatic and a bit too ninja turtle for her liking but was it selfish to just need a bit of time away from people nagging at her to 'talk' or whatever? Maybe… but she really didn't think a day was too much to ask. So, she would skip gym class because that was her only class with Stiles today and anyway, it was a boring lesson today so it didn't exactly matter – who wanted to wait around for half an hour only to climb a flipping climbing wall like they were fifth graders? Yeah, not her.

So that was what she did – she skipped gym class, Gerard's earlier warning ringing in her ears but, honestly, she would rather deal with people trying to kill her than talking about her feelings right now and when it rolled around to lunch time she sat out in her car, blaring her music full blast and avoiding Stiles at all costs, well, she was still slightly pissed and incredibly hurt by what he said and was scared that, if she came face to face with him before she was ready then she would either slap him a hundred times or break things off – which was something she didn't want to do… ever.

So, as soon as the school bell rang at three o'clock she threw her bag over her shoulder and kept her head down as she strode from the art room and straight to her car, using all of her willpower to not break down in the middle of the corridor until she was safely at home in her room, away from prying eyes.

When she got home and parked her car hastily in the driveway, she noticed her Aunt Jane's car loaded with suitcases and shopping bags, clothes hastily thrown over the head rests and bags of food sitting on the seats and Kayla felt her heart dropping because it was obvious they were planning on heading back home, something Kayla knew had to happen eventually but it still pulled on her heartstrings.

She flung open the door, watching with sad eyes as her aunt Jane and mom hugged and Tabby stood to the side, clinging a princess doll to her chest.

"You're leaving?" Kayla asked, quietly closing the door and throwing her bag to the floor, "Do you have to? It's not that long away from the weekend…" She trailed off just as Tabby threw herself at her legs, wrapping her thin arms around the tops of her thighs, squeezing her to death.

"Unfortunately, yes" Jane sighed, pulling away from her mom and coming to stand in front of her, "We'd been putting it off for the past couple of weeks but Tabby's run out of school work to do and my work is desperately needing me" Jane smiled, wrapping her arms around Kayla's shoulders and pulling her into a hug, "But we'll be back soon yeah? Don't think you're getting rid of us that easily" She joked and for the first time that day Kayla chuckled, hugging her aunt back.

"Well darn… and here I thought we'd seen the last of you" She teased back, pulling out of the embrace and leaning down to pick up Tabby, "Well, I'm gonna miss you squirt – the house is gonna be _way_ too quiet without you destroying the place" And Tabby began playing with her long hair, small fingers beginning to braid down the side.

"I'm gonna miss you too Kay-Kay" She murmured, looking sad, "But mommy says we can skite with you"

"You mean 'Skype'" Kayla corrected, smiling at her little cousin's innocence and she gave her a wide toothy grin, nodding her head eagerly, "Yeah that… and mommy says we'll be back in the summer and we can bake some more muffins and watch princess shows and we can go on walks and mommy says we might have a dog by then so we can look after it together and-"

"Okay, take a breath child" Kayla laughed, adjusting Tabby on her hip, "And yes… we'll do all of those things and more I promise – I may even take you to a fare if you're good" And Tabby let out a loud squeal almost falling out of Kayla's grasp from excitement before banging her head into Kayla's shoulder, giggling like mad.

"I love you kay-kay" Tabby grinned and Kayla gave a small smile, hugging her cousin back, "I love you too Tabs" She murmured, feeling herself getting all teary-eyed for no reason what so ever and, dammit, she was like a waterfall today.

"Okay" Kayla exclaimed, pulling back and placing Tabby back on her feet, "I hope y'all have a safe trip" She said and Jane winked at her, nudging her elbow as she walked past her.

"You ever gonna get rid of that southern drawl?" She asked and Kayla just smirked, feeling the bad memories pressing themselves forward but held them back determinedly, she just needed a few more minutes, "Never, so y'all better suck it up" She replied back in a strong, exaggerated accent, giving a small laugh.

"I give it six months" Jane said back before taking Tabby's hand and guiding her to the car and her mom came to stand next to her at the door's threshold, an arm slinking around her waist and pulling her into a side hug, "They'll be back… don't worry honey"

"I know" Kayla sighed, watching her aunt lower herself into the car, a bright smile on her face, wishing she could stay just a tad longer because if things got bad it was her aunt that she talked to or confided in – not her mom or Derek or anyone else really, bar Stiles, no it was Jane. Jane was the one that got her mom back to the land of the living and helped them both from their own personal hells, what was she going to do now she was leaving?

But there was one thing she knew for definite – she hoped she wouldn't have to call her aunt in the middle of the freaking night again half out of her mind, not knowing where she was or what she was going to do _that's_ for sure.

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><p>"Yes mom?" Kayla asked tiredly as she opened her bedroom door, wiping at her eyes before she did so only to come face to face with… Stiles?<p>

"Your mom let me in" Stiles said and Kayla's jaw clenched, preparing to slam the door in his face but his hand shot out to stop it, eyes frantic.

"Look Kayla just… gimme five minutes, please?" He implored, eyes widening, "I just need five minutes to explain everything" And Kayla sighed, already feeling her heart begin to beat faster, indecision shining on her face.

"Fine" She relented, avoiding his gaze as she let the door swing open, "Fine just… just get on with it" She sighed, walking back into her room, back to Stiles because she really didn't want him seeing her weak right now, she couldn't allow that to happen.

"Thanks" He exclaimed, hurrying in after her and shutting the door behind her, "Look… what I said earlier… I didn't mean at all, I don't think those things and never have… I was just mad and slightly jealous" And Kayla snorted, shaking her head, "Okay, a lot jealous" Stiles amended, "And I was being a total ass but of course I have no reason to be jealous… I-I see that now… I know I shouldn't have brought all that stuff up but you've gotta believe when I say how sorry I am and believe that I love you" Kayla kept her back turned, folding her arms across her chest, "I'm so completely in love with you it makes me do crazy things, say crazy things at the thought of losing you"

"Stiles… those thoughts must've come from somewhere… you're not the type of person to just say stuff for the fun of hurting people" She said softly, blinking rapidly to clear her eyesight, "… and this isn't going to work if-if you… if you're going to secretly hate me"

"I don't hate you" Stiles exclaimed, "Did you not hear me before or the other _gazillion_ times I've said that I loved you? Because love and hate… two completely different things in my dictionary"

"Stiles I-I… I can't…" She stumbled over her words, trying to get a grip on herself but failing epically, "I wanna be honest but… but I can't because I don't wanna lose you"

"I'm not judging" She heard Stiles say in an honest voice, getting closer to her, "I'm not… I meant what I said on the night of the dance – you can always talk to me" He said sincerely, taking another step closer to her and Kayla closed her eyes briefly, the pain continuing to prick at her heart.

"Talk to me" Stiles said softly to her turned back and Kayla bit down on her bottom lip, trying to calm down her racing heart, "I didn't mean anything I said before… it was spiteful and cruel and just plain wrong… but I didn't mean a word of it – I still love you, mistakes and all" And Kayla screwed her eyes shut, hands beginning to get clammy, limbs shaking with nervousness.

"Yeah, well… I dunno why you do" She said, "… I'm a bad person"

"No, no you're not" Stiles said fiercely, striding up behind her, his gentle hands landing on her upper arms, fingers softly caressing her skin, "You're one of the best people I know and this isn't me exaggerating or lying, it's the cold hard truth"

Kayla stayed still, her arms wrapped around her torso as Stiles hovered behind her and she could feel his breath washing over the back of her neck leaving tingles in its wake, "Seventeen weeks" She finally admitted, tears burning their way to the front of her eyes knowing, for sure, when she told him the longer version of the story he wouldn't feel the same way as he did now.

"…what? Seventeen weeks for what?" Stiles asked in confusion and Kayla gulped, fingers twitching slightly because, oh god, was she finally going to admit it? Would it make Stiles hate her? Would she hate herself even more? Probably yes to all three.

"My abortion" She spoke quietly, her voice cracking, "I had an abortion at seventeen weeks" She added and everything went silent in her room to the point where she could probably hear a pin drop. She heard Stiles stop breathing for a few seconds, obviously in shock, and clenched her jaw – now that she actually said it, with words, it all became a hell of a lot more real – god… did she actually do that?

"Um… uh…" Stiles stumbled over his words, "… I didn't know it was, uh, that late… I… I'm sorry" He finally settled on saying and Kayla glanced down at the floor, not wanting any sympathy or pity, she wanted someone to shout at her, curse her, tell her that what she did was selfish and mean and un-necessary, she wanted someone to give her what she deserved, "… That must've been… really hard for you"

"Stiles… do you even get what I'm saying?" She questioned, turning around to face him, "Do you understand what just came out of my mouth?" And his eyebrows raised in shock, eyes full of pity, "I didn't just 'abort' a group of cells… it was a baby… a seventeen week old baby" She exclaimed, feeling her stomach twisting in knots at the reminder but she needed to feel this way, she had to because she deserved it.

"It wasn't your fault Kaylz" Stiles implored, brown eyes soft as he reached out for her but Kayla pulled back, more angry at herself but his words still reverberated around her skull making her heart ache.

"Wasn't my fault? Wasn't _my fault_?" She scoffed, "C'mon Stiles… who else's fault is it?" She asked rhetorically, staring up at him and he just gazed back at her sadly, "Exactly – no one's" She said determinedly, her mind already back at the clinic, remembering the memories she had tried so hard to push away, to forget, "I… I killed, I-I killed my-"However Stiles cut off her saddened stuttering of words, placing his hands on her shoulders to get her attention.

"Listen to me okay?" He said in a determined voice, his head lowering to catch her gaze, "You've got to stop beating yourself up over this… you-you were fifteen years old… at fifteen I was still cutting crusts off my toast" He tried to joke but Kayla couldn't even smile because, no, she _wouldn't_ stop beating herself up over this – ever, "You were just a girl… a girl which bad things had happened to – no one's going to blame you for doing what you did, least of all me" He claimed and Kayla felt hollow, her mind not wrapping around what he had just said.

"You know… at seventeen weeks a baby begins to form a hard skeleton" She murmured in a daze, eyes glazing over, "and it has toenails and fully formed fingerprints… it can even swallow and suck" She continued, ignoring Stiles' hands trying to soothe her, "it has a heart-beat and can even move and... and begins to have facial expressions… and it can see light too – it can hear noises and… and she would've heard everything Stiles, she would've heard everything I said and-and she would've been so scared because she didn't do anything wrong" She exclaimed, a few tears running down her face, "She was happy and warm and _I_ ruined that, _I_ tore her away from that… why? Why did I do that?" She muttered, feeling herself going into shock, "Why did I make her scared Stiles?"

"Kayla, Kayla it's okay, listen to me-"Stiles tried to say, his hands landing on the sides of her face, but Kayla _couldn't_ listen to him, her head in turmoil, "I shouldn't have done that Stiles… I shouldn't have done that"

"Kaylz" Stiles murmured, tilting her chin up, staring at her dead in the eye, "I'm not gonna pretend to know how you feel but… but believe me when I say you shouldn't blame yourself… I know you feel regret but you have a whole future ahead of you… you can travel the world, become a renowned author, hell, even compete in the Olympics… and… and I'm here for you – I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately but I wanna help you… I wanna be the person you tell things to…" He trailed off, slowly leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, making Kayla screw her eyes shut at the comfort he was offering.

She suddenly burst into hysterical tears, her hands gripping at Stiles' T-shirt because, although it hurt all this time, every single day, not being able to fully get over it and move on, it hit her like a ton of bricks that… it was an actual baby. She had known that all along really but admitting it to Stiles, explaining to him everything made her realise… it was a fully functioning baby and she had just… killed it. Her heart tore in ways that it hadn't before, not even thinking about the pain of the procedure or the after effects, just the feeling of being pregnant one day, remembering how she was beginning to love the feeling, only for the next day for it to be all gone… just like that.

Before she could get even weaker and place all that responsibility on Stiles' shoulders, she pushed him away slightly, trying to stop the continuous flow of tears running down her cheeks, making them go all puffy and blotchy red.

"No… no just… just go please" She managed to get out between the tears, not wanting to accept his comfort because she sure as hell didn't deserve it, "Okay? Just go… I'll-I'll see you at school tomorrow" She murmured, pushing him back towards the door, avoiding his gaze.

"Kayla, wait I-"

But by that time she had gotten him over the threshold and managed to close the door, locking it to prevent him from coming back in and, letting out a choked sigh, she slid down the door, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, trying to control her breathing and stop her hyperventilating, internally cursing these damn human emotions because they really shouldn't be allowed.

She heard a desperate knock at the door and Stiles' voice floating through the oak, his voice soft and pleading but she covered her ears with her hands muttering "No, no, no, no, no, no" under her breath, shaking her head as if that would clear the awful thoughts running through her mind – her hair was lying every which way, eyes screwed shut as a few tears escaped her closed eyelids, what little make up she had on was probably running down her cheeks but she just didn't care – the guilt consumed her to the point where she was actually considering just… reverting back to her old self.

She knew she shouldn't think like that – she went through a lot to get to where she was today, even agreed to going to those stupid therapy sessions and even to rehab for a month – the worst month of her life by the way – and would hate to give up all her hard work but… she felt like she needed something to take the edge off things…not something strong just… _something_, _anything_, hell she'd be content with one dag of something but… she couldn't.

She wanted to but she couldn't – she would be letting down everyone _and_ herself because she knew she would regret it later and it just wasn't worth it.

So that was how she spent her night – back pressed against her door, legs jittering up and down as she tried to stop the cravings, trying to think of happy thoughts but, really, she was just thinking of her past – cheery stuff.

She heard Stiles leave at about midnight, probably just giving her space and the next hours until morning she couldn't sleep – she tried, don't get her wrong but every time she closed her eyes it was like reliving the nightmare all over again on repeat.

Then, when her alarm went off it was like a blessing – which is something she was not used to saying about her alarm of all things. It meant routine, aims, goals – she would go to school just like every other week day and focus on her school work – again, something she never thought she would say but Isaac's words went a long way she guessed.

She showered, got changed and put some make up on, covering the dark circles under her eyes and tried to make herself look at least semi decent even if it seemed like an impossible task – which it was. Even pulling on her blue jeans and v-neck red t-shirt felt like she was flying to the moon and back… that's how 'done' with everything she was.

Fifteen minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of the school, already dreading the day ahead of her because although she put on this hard mask that everything was just dandy and fine, inside she was screaming for a quick fix, something to help her through the shakes and the cold sweats… maybe just an aspirin or two… maybe even three of four… or five and six… no, stop it Kayla, she cursed herself as she strode towards the school, shaking her head, forget about that, forget about that.

Although it was hard to, incredibly hard, like, mind splittingly hard.

She felt a few curious stares on her back but shrugged them off at her just going crazy – which was quite possible considering her history and even more plausible when you thought about the fact she was talking to her dead dad… the evil one, not the good one, just a day before hand but as she flung open the front doors to the school she was over one hundred percent sure she wasn't crazy… at least, not on this subject.

She was standing in the middle of the corridor as people stopped walking, giving her these… stares, crossed between either disgust, judgement or hatred, sometimes even a combination between all three and Kayla felt her throat closing up as she stood there, hugging the school books to her chest.

Oh god…. No, no, no this could not be happening right now – she had convinced herself that yesterday, when Stiles was chewing her out that he didn't do it too loudly, and that the Erica girl would be too nervous to let the cat out of the bag but, obviously, she was wrong because there was only one way people that she hadn't even spoken to before would be staring at her in such… contempt.

Kayla felt tears pressing themselves forward as she felt the people's judgement from where she stood, their eyes narrowing in on her, no doubt thinking spiteful things and normally Kayla could deal with these types of things – she would shrug them off and say 'no big deal' but… oh god… when it came to her past and the terrible things she did… like aborting her own baby, well, let's just say she was a little sensitive to that subject.

One girl who she didn't recognise pushed past her, knocking her arm as she walked by, "Oh sorry… didn't mean to do that" She remarked sarcastically, turning around to smirk at her, "Oh wait, it's just the local whore… not important" She mocked before letting out a loud laugh and continuing on her way and what the holy hell was happening?

Kayla just stood there, expression frozen into shock and hurt, completely still as she stared straight ahead of her, tears glistening in her eyes, mind going numb.

"I hoped you'd get here soon" She heard a familiar voice say and suddenly her vision was obstructed by wild, curly blonde hair and a smirking make up covered face, "I don't just drop bombshells for nothing" Erica smirked and Kayla gaped at her because… was this really Erica? She was wearing a super short black skirt, leopard print high heels, a tight white T-shirt and a cropped leather jacket.

"…Why?" Kayla asked brokenly, shaking her head, "Why did you tell everyone… there was no need to tell everyone"

"For fun I guess" Erica shrugged, twisting a strand of long blonde hair around her finger, "I was gonna make a big dramatic entrance at lunch time but this was totally worth it just to see your face" Erica laughed, tilting her head to the side as she looked at her gleefully, "I mean… really, _really_ worth it" No sympathy laced in her voice what so ever.

Kayla just froze up, her mind numb as she heard the mutterings going on around her, the disgraced looks and the mean words – why was this happening? She knew she deserved everything she got but… but why?

"So… this has made my whole year" Erica let out a loud whistle, "To see you get knocked off your high horse has been a pleasure" Erica mocked, giving a small, fake bow.

"You don't understand anything Erica" Kayla muttered, heart shattering into tiny pieces, "You think you do… you think it was just as simple as going to a clinic, well it wasn't" Kayla screwed her face up, trying anything and everything to hold back the tears, "It was anything but simple and… and you…" She trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Oh blah blah _blah_" Erica sighed, rolling her eyes, "I don't care about your hardships, I don't care about your feelings and I certainly don't care about _you_" She added spitefully, leaning in closer to Kayla, her hand suddenly wrapping around her wrist, long nails digging into the skin, "I just thought that everyone should know how much of a heartless… cruel… slutty… murderer you are" And Kayla flinched slightly from the grasp she had but stayed still because her mind was all fogged up, her muscles tightly clenched, "Because that is what you are" Erica continued, "And you're always going to be that" And a single tear rolled down Kayla's cheek at the hard reality of those words, knowing deep inside that they were all true.

"Oh… and one more thing" Erica said as she turned back around, preparing to walk away, "I'll be sure and show my respects sometime… poor kid didn't even have a chance" She commented, voice laced in sarcasticness and acid and that was when Kayla completely broke apart.

She felt everyone's eyes on her, she heard their scathing comments, she saw their contempt and that was something she could deal with… but what Erica had said felt like a knife to the heart and she just _had_ to keep on twisting it, digging it in a little deeper to the point where Kayla struggled to get air into her lungs and her vision began to get blurry.

Never in her life had she wanted a fix more than she had now…and by god she was determined to get it.

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><p><strong>AN) I know you probably want to kill me but… I do love drama. Ha. So please tell me what you thought of this chapter, I'd love to hear from you so please please review and I will see you all next chapter! X **


	56. Chapter 56 - going down a dark road

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><p>Allison pushed her way through the school doors, almost tripping as she stumbled her way in and then, because she obviously left her luck at home this morning, someone bashed straight into her, almost sending her tumbling to the floor.<p>

"Urghh" She let out a sound of frustration as she glanced down at her bag and its spilled contents, already knowing this day was going to go just fabulously.

"I would say I was sorry but _you're_ the one that crashed into me… watch where you're going next time Allison" And Allison looked up, her eyes going wide as she took in Erica's new and somewhat transformative appearance, her body freezing up in shock.

"E-Erica?" She asked, raising her eyebrows because this was not like Erica at all – Allison hated to say this about someone but the girl standing in front of her was usually quite shy and reclusive and incredibly private… what would cause such a change?

Erica cocked an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across her face, "Yes?" She asked pleasantly yet with a sadistic hint in her voice, "You got something to say?" folding her arms and it took Allison a few seconds to understand what the hell was going on… Erica was a werewolf, as simple as that – it was so obvious now – the cocky attitude, the sudden burst of confidence… it was all falling into place now.

Allison's gaze turned steely as she looked at Erica who just smiled back in response.

"Derek" Allison murmured, letting out an aggravated puff of air, "Derek did this" She fumed, her stare already swivelling around to see if she could catch sight of either Scott, Stiles or Kayla, wanting to demand answers because they said_, they said_, Derek had told them he was going to stop making werewolves, well clearly they were wrong.

"Congratulations" Erica clapped mockingly, "You got an answer right but, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than talk to _you_ of all people… I've already done that with _Kayla_" Erica let out a sound of contempt before pushing past Allison with a sway in her hips and Allison was too mad to even go after her because they all said that that was it – no more werewolves yet this was the second of her classmates in how many days to be turned.

Her eyes landed on one of her friends and, shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she strode up to her because, all this anger was channelled back to being worried – as simple as that – she was worried about Scott, worried about Kayla, worried about Stiles being caught in the crossfire and now worried that two more innocent teenagers were going to be cut up into tiny pieces by her family of all people… why couldn't things be simple now, or, at least _simpler_?

"Kayla, Kayla" She called out, frowning slightly as her friend didn't respond and then frowning even more when everyone stared at her… okay, this was getting weird.

"Kayla… would you like to tell me why Erica Reyes is now a _werewolf?_" She whispered, in a hushed voice coming up beside her, "Because you all said that Derek-"Allison cut herself off as she took in her friend's appearance – teary eyes, tired dark circles, unusually pale skin because Kayla _always_ had a tan, shaking form and looking totally and completely guilt ridden… what was going on?

"Kayla… what's the matter?" She asked, her tone immediately shifting from fierce and demanding to worried and concerned in the space of a millisecond, "Is everything okay?" She touched her friends' arm and Kayla let out a small jump, looking around in a frenzy.

"W-What? Y-Yeah, fine… just… just thinking… it's-it's nothing" Kayla shook her head, blinking rapidly and Allison knew that wasn't the reason why she looked like her whole world was falling apart, or at least it wasn't the _full story_. She watched as Kayla wiped at her eyes with her thin jumper sleeves and she could see her mentally preparing herself.

"Thinking about what? Are you okay?" She asked gently, feeling people's stares on her back, "And… why are people staring at us?" She added, looking around and frowning because people had stopped staring at her after finding out her aunt was a murderer, there was still hushed whispers but people didn't go out of their way to gawk at her… so that only meant they were staring at Kayla for some unknown reason.

"God Allison, what's with the twenty questions?!" Kayla suddenly exclaimed and Allison just raised her eyebrows in shock, "Maybe you should just learn to mind your own damn business" She fumed before brushing past Allison and practically stomping away, pushing past anyone that stopped and stared at her and, okay, something was definitely wrong.

Allison frowned even more, her forehead crinkling together in both worry and hurt because although they had had a total of one argument before it was for a good reason – and even then Kayla had 'told her off' sternly, only now it was pure anger radiating off her and… was she mad at her or something?

Forgetting her family's 'warnings' to "stay the hell away from Scott McCall" Allison shook her head and walked up to Stiles and Scott, not even giving them a chance to speak first.

"Okay, would someone please tell me why Kayla is mad at me? Have I done something or is there something else going on that I don't know of?" She questioned, folding her arms and staring at them determinedly, "Because I thought that we had resolved the whole werewolf situation" She further exclaimed and suddenly Scott covered her mouth, looking around wildly.

"Yeah, Allison… that is not a word we use lightly" Scott mumbled and Allison rolled her eyes before looking at Stiles because, hopefully, he would be more helpful than Scott but she bit her tongue at his look – Stiles was biting his lip in worry, eyes flitting about in a sort of frenzied panic, leg bouncing up and down from where he stood.

"Stiles, what-"She was cut off by Lydia suddenly barging through the small group, the petite strawberry blonde looking furious as her hand shot out and slapped Stiles across the face and not lightly either – for a small person Lydia sure had some strength preserved because the sound of the slap echoed throughout the corridor and Allison winced because, ow, it sounded like it hurt – _a lot_.

"Lydia" Allison cried in outrage, grabbing a hold of Lydia's arm as she tried to slap Stiles again, "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded sternly before twisting her head to stare at Stiles, "Stiles are you okay?"

The boy in question just turned his head back around to the normal position, a sudden guilt flaring up over his features but he nodded numbly, gazing at Lydia quite fearfully.

"Stilinski, have you lost your frigging mind?" Lydia screeched loudly, "Is there something in your brain which says 'oh I wonder what drama I can cause today'? Or are you just naturally dense?" Lydia only further demanded and both Allison and Scott just shared identical confused glances because what the hell was going on? Seriously?

"I didn't mean to say those things to her" Stiles shot back, "She knows I didn't" He added and Lydia just clenched her jaw and Allison continued to have a firm grip on her arm because her friend looked about ready to claw poor Stiles' eyes out.

"Yeah, well" Lydia scoffed, pulling her arm away from Allison and folding them across her chest, "You still did and now everyone knows so, congratulations" She continued to say sarcastically, "You've got what you wanted, are you happy now?!"

"Wait… what are you talking about?" Stiles asked desperately and Allison watched as he leaned forward, looking ready to shake some answers out of all of them, "What do you mean 'everybody knows'?"

"I mean 'everybody knows' what do you think I mean" Lydia snapped, green eyes ablaze and Allison held up her hands between the two, cutting them off.

"Would one of you like to tell us" She indicated to both her and Scott, "What you're both talking about?" And she saw Stiles' eyes widen dramatically, his whole body posture now slumping as his face fell, whereas Lydia just frowned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Allison… I know you're not one for gossip but… you honestly haven't heard?" She asked sceptically and Allison just shared a bewildered glance with Scott before shaking her head because, hand on heart, that whole conversation-slash-fight was a complete jumble of words to Allison right now.

"No we haven't… what's going on?" She asked quietly and Stiles shook his head softly at Lydia, his expression pleading and broken but Lydia just turned her eyes to Scott and her, her expression neutral.

"Kayla… had an abortion… a while back" And Allison felt her mouth opening in shock, "And now everyone knows about it all thanks to this _idiot_ over here" Lydia jerked her thumb in Stiles' direction, "So, if you'll excuse me, I feel another slap coming on" And before Allison could stop her, Lydia's hand was already set in motion and, just as Allison was preparing herself for the dreaded smack… it didn't come.

Lydia's arm was jerked back by Kayla who tugged her a few steps backwards, probably just to be safe, and Allison couldn't blame her really – Lydia _did_ look about ready to blow.

"Hey Lydia, it's okay" Kayla spoke up, her voice unusually crackly and scratchy, "It's… it's not his fault so… retract the claws huh?" She tried for a small chuckle but to Allison it sounded way too forced and _slightly_ too chipper. Everyone in the group went silent… well, it was more like awkward silence because no one knew exactly what to say – Allison just internally winced, not knowing that about one of her closest friends and how much she went through, Scott just stood there, his intense stare swivelling between all of them and Stiles… Allison cringed because never before had she seen Stiles look so guilty and broken, a more sincere and apologetic look plastered on his face compared to his usual goofy facial features.

"Kayla" Lydia muttered softly, her features morphed into shock, her moth gaping like a fish and Alison just watched as Kayla glanced around her, somewhat nervously, before meeting her gaze.

"Allison… I'm-I'm sorry for snapping, I didn't mean it" She apologised and Allison, being too gobsmacked, just nodded slowly because… what? She didn't know a whole lot about Kayla's past because she didn't like talking about it – it was as simple as that but _could_ it be true?

"Lydia how about we, uh… talk" Kayla's eyes flitted to Stiles quickly before focusing back on Lydia, "…Somewhere else… that is if you still want to… know me" She suggested self-consciously and before Allison could get a word in, wanting to help her friend, Lydia beat her to the punch.

"Of course I still want to" Lydia scoffed in a 'duh' way, clasping her hand around Kayla's and began to drag her away, "I've been the centre of this school's gossip and it's anything but fun" And Allison watched in slight worry as Stiles leapt forward, his fingers linking around Kayla's free hand.

"Kayla wait I… I didn't… I… I didn't want this to happen, I'm-I'm sorry" He apologised sincerely and Allison watched as his fingers gently stroked her skin, eyes deep and meaningful and Kayla just stared back blankly… sort of numbly too.

"I know you are" She muttered before slowly pulling away from his grasp, avoiding his gaze, "I know… don't worry about it" She added before turning around and following Lydia slowly and Allison just cringed as she watched Stiles falter and fall back a few steps, complete and utter guilt and hurt written across his face.

"Um…" She heard Scott mumble awkwardly, settling on placing his hand on Stiles' shoulder but he just shrugged it off, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away, head lowered and Allison just bit the inside of her cheek, feeling sorry for both her friends, her heart aching slightly.

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><p>"I told him, I <em>told<em> that idiot before that if he hurt you then I would ruin him and I meant it, I will-"And Kayla cut off Lydia's continuous rant with a tired sigh and a hand to the arm because, honestly, it was giving her a bigger headache than she already had.

"Lydia, please… it's okay" She reassured her, "It's not Stiles' fault… it's mine" She admitted, leaning back on the row of lockers and gazing at the floor, ignoring everyone's curious stares, "… Stiles had nothing to do with it"

"Yeah, well, it's _his_ fault it's all out in the open" Lydia fired back, slamming her locker shut and Kayla cringed, trying to block out the sound of the people in the hallways because, although it wasn't too noticeable, her body was still shaking with cravings, a cold sweat breaking out over her skin, every single noise just drilling its way into her brain making her whole body alert and causing her muscles to spasm.

Eleven months she had gone without touching a single drug… well, excluding Tylenol or any other form of paracetamol if she really needed it because they weren't as bad, those she could deal with, but now… god, now, even a single aspirin sounded _amazing_.

No – she had to focus, she couldn't fall into the deep end, not again, and definitely not because of someone like _Erica Reyes_ – she would deal with her the old fashioned way… by kicking her ass - at least that was what she wanted to do.

However, internally she was cursing Derek because it was so blindingly obvious Erica was a werewolf now and a part of her _hated_ him for turning _her_ of all people – why her? Why the one person that seemed to hate her guts more than both hunters and protectors combined? Why Derek? Why?

She was snapped from her thoughts by Lydia gently touching her hand and looked up, quickly blinking because she didn't realise she had gotten all teary-eyed in that short space of time.

"Are you okay?" Lydia asked softly, her big eyes wide with concern, "Because you can tell me… I've changed you know, I'm not like some of these other short skirted blabber mouths… I can keep a secret" And Kayla felt touched, she really did, but she did not want to talk about it - she had spent the whole night washed away in bad memories and then, finally, when she got her act together it turned out the whole school knew… there was only so much she could take before she either exploded or completely broke down.

"I know you have Lyd but… I'm fine" She stated, trying to sound sure and positive even though it was a complete lie, "I'm… fine" She breathed, glancing around, her mind already drifting to what she could take to slow down her heart rate and take away her pain… she was sure there was some stoner kid nearby… there was _bound_ to be, this was Beacon Hills after all.

"Well _I_ don't believe you" Lydia stated and Kayla raised her eyebrows, "You're a terrible liar sometimes Kayla and, to be quite frank, I would be more worried about you if you really _were_ fine"

"Lydia, I love you but… not now okay?" She asked, trying for a small smile as her hand continued to tap on her upper thigh, doing anything and everything to keep her mind off the continuous cravings, "We'll-we'll do something later… even watch 'the notebook'" She suggested and Lydia gave her a dubious glance over, puckering her lips.

"Yup… you're not fine, definitely not fine if you're agreeing to watch 'the notebook" She said defiantly, "But if you can hold out for the school day I'll come round to your house and pick you up after school" And Kayla just nodded in distraction, her whole skin beginning to itch.

"…Sounds like a plan" She mumbled, tightening her grip around her messenger bag strap, nails digging into the palm of her skin, "Thanks Lyd… you're the best" She gave a small smile, beginning to walk backwards because she loved Lydia a lot - just like Allison, Scott and Stiles - but right now she just couldn't… she couldn't face them knowing that they knew.

"I know I am" Lydia hummed, smiling brightly, "I'll see you in chemistry" And Kayla nodded tiredly, half of her energy being used on pretending she was okay, putting on a brave face and ignoring the stares and the whispers when in reality all she wanted to do was scream and shout at everyone and then kill Erica… oh yes, couldn't forget that – that was on the top of her list.

She turned around, biting down on her bottom lip as she heard the bell ring for first period and knew she would have to suck it up… that's what Hales did right? They sucked it up and did it anyway no matter the cost or the pain, it was what she had to do but… maybe just a breath of fresh air – that was allowed wasn't it?

She pushed past a couple making out and was out the side door in a matter of seconds, escaping to the corner, away from prying eyes as she took a deep breath in, trying to control her breathing but at the same time, trying to curb her serious, if not impossible, cravings.

Her whole body was tingling with a strange kind of anticipation, like it was screaming at her to get it what it wanted but… she couldn't, she wouldn't allow it – no, no, no, not in a hundred years – never again, her body could just shut the hell up right this second.

Her body slid down the wall and Kayla pulled her knees to her chest, arms wrapping around her legs, nails digging into the skin of her thighs as she shut her eyes, trying to stop her muscles from shaking and her body from going into over-drive.

She could do this, she could do this, she had done it before and had succeeded – she was clean for eleven months, _eleven whole months_ – over a year ago that seemed impossible but it had happened, surely she could do it again right? Second times was always easier.

Well… theoretically.

"You okay littlest Hale?" A familiar voice asked and Kayla snapped her head up, body going into shock as she stared onto Isaac's face because… what the holy hell?

"I-Isaac… what are you doing?" She croaked out, wiping at her cheeks as she stumbled to her feet, her whole body aching, aching for something that she couldn't have, "You-re-you're not supposed to be here… what if someone sees you?"

"I needed out of that prison…and anyway, that's what the shades are for" He smirked arrogantly, peering at her from over his dark sunglasses, "Thought I'd take a stroll… see what's going on"

Kayla just stared at him in astonishment because did he not understand he was a fugitive? Apparently not if he shows up to frigging school in not that much of a disguise if she had to admit.

"You're mad" She muttered, clenching her hands into fists as a particularly painful burst of cravings spread to every nerve in her body and she screwed her eyes shut, "You're… nuts"

"Takes one to know one" He told her, that same cocky, arrogant smile spreading across his face and… wow… douche… yet she still carried on talking to him – why? She had no bloody clue.

"True" She stated, turning around so her back was to him, "You're right there" And she felt him coming up behind her and stop about a foot away and, oh god, what now?

"I heard about… what happened" And Kayla almost scoffed – of course he did.

"You and just about everyone else" She mumbled, shaking her head, "look, if that's what you want to talk about then-" But he cut her off by placing his hand on her shoulder, making her jump about a foot in the air because, right now, her body was delicate and on high alert, it felt like he was trying to rip her arm off when, in fact, it was probably just supposed to be a friendly gesture – well…maybe.

"Not really no… that's too 'eh' for me – honest" He stated and maybe that's what enticed Kayla – he didn't want to talk about her past or ask intrusive questions or even ask how she was feeling and that felt like a cool breeze on a hot summer day and what she desperately needed right now, "I'm just… bored" And Kayla blew out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Well… I'm not the best of company right now" She stated before shaking her head in disgust, "What about _Erica_, she'll be your new best buddy huh?" She added spitefully, rolling her eyes as she thought of Erica and her sadistic, intrusive, bitchy ways – god she hated her.

"Erica's too… high maintenance" And Kayla let out a sound of agreement, "I prefer girls a little less… self-absorbed" He added, forehead crinkling as he stared at her, his head tilting to the side slightly and Kayla just stared back, her mind going blank for a second before she snapped from her day dream, taking a step back.

"Right… that's nice to know" She said somewhat sarcastically, her fingers beginning to itch the skin on her wrist unconsciously as her nerves built up and her cravings got turned up a notch, "But, seriously… you should probably just go before you get arrested"

"Do you want me to go?" He questioned and Kayla cocked an eyebrow as she swallowed nervously, trying to forget the amazing highs, the way she forgot about everything and anything that was important to her… which sounded _amazing_ right now… NO, dammit Kayla focus.

"Do I want you to go?" She asked slowly, her mind numb as she stood there, whole body buzzing and he nodded in confirmation and Kayla frowned, thinking over the answer – did she? She kinda did… she preferred to be alone instead of bumming everyone else out when she was in moods like this but… it was refreshing to have someone there that just didn't care and openly said it – there was no pitying or judgemental looks, no questions or queries and most importantly no sympathy. And yes, Kayla knew he was a dick right now, cocky and arrogant and probably more like Erica than she cared to admit but…

"Not really" She admitted, the words out of her mouth before she had fully realised what she had said – and as Kayla thought about it more, she did just want to block out the pain for a little while and maybe Isaac could help her with that… maybe, "But if you have something that can make me feel nothing for a little while then you can stay as long as you want" She suggested, feeling the tears burning their way forward as she thought about how weak she was being – this was not what she wanted yet, at the same time… it was? God, she was just a mess right now – plain and simple.

"Then it's your lucky day" Isaac grinned, pulling out a cigarette like thing from his jacket pocket but Kayla knew it wasn't a cigarette, no, it was something stronger, "because I think both of us just want to blow off some steam" He added, walking towards her and Kayla gulped, internally fighting with herself.

If she did this… if she gave up then all of it would've meant nothing, she may as well have just stayed in Louisiana and continued to be drug addicted "whore" or "slut" or whatever else Erica called her but… one wouldn't hurt right? One was fine… one was like a treat, one would help her.

Isaac leaned against the wall, hidden from sight by a large bush as he took a lighter from his pocket and started to light the end of it and, although Kayla's skin was buzzing in anticipation because she could feel how close she was to it, deep inside, past all the cravings, craziness and irrationality she knew that if she did this it would be a disaster - there would be no going back.

"Wait I… I can't" Kayla shook her head, taking a step back from Isaac as he held it out for her to take the first drag, "If-If I do this… that's it… and-and I can't"

"Can't or won't?" Isaac challenged, a smirk dancing across his delicate features, "Because if this has to do with _Stiles_ then I say 'screw him' though, of course, not literally but… he's not important right now"

"Who says this has to do with Stiles?" She asked, actively trying to stop her body from spasming, "I-I don't want it" She lied, her whole body was screaming for it

"I know you're thinking about him" Isaac said, "I don't know you that well but when you think about him you get this… glazed look in your eyes… just like you have now" He told her and Kayla gulped, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"You're thinking… that he won't take you back if you don't stay on the straight and narrow" And, wow, good guess, "You're thinking that he and everyone else will just dismiss you but… lemme tell you something" Isaac took a few steps closer, "If he cares so damn much… where is he?" Isaac spread his arms out and Kayla looked around, realising he was right, "Where is the _amazing_ Stiles Stilinski huh? Nowhere… he's in his classes being the perfect little all A student while you, his own girlfriend, is having a breakdown… that to me doesn't sound like he cares one little bit"

"He does" Kayla protested, "I-I know he does" She added uncertainly because, before today, she didn't doubt his feelings for one second but… maybe she was just being naïve – maybe being with Aiden just screwed her up and made her think that anyone better than him was 'prince charming' but… did she actually think that? Oh god.

"Then, tell me littlest Hale… where is he?" And Kayla just stared off into nowhere, her heart aching, "Exactly – anywhere but here and, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but… that doesn't sound like love to me" And Kayla's whole body began shaking again because, Isaac was telling things how they were and hitting all her insecurities in one shot.

"But… but he said… he said that-that-"She mumbled, her mind in a haze, her body slowly beginning to shut off.

"Actions speak louder than words Kayla" Isaac said, holding out the joint to her, "But it's okay… who needs Stiles huh? Derek was right in not wanting you two together... it'll only end in hurt and it'll be you that suffers" And Kayla felt a tear rolling down her cheek as the sheer reality of what he was saying.

"He-he does care… I'm sure of it" She mumbled feebly, trying to grasp a hold of a sliver of hope but, ultimately, Isaac was out to crush it with the heel of his boot just like her emotions apparently, "You don't sound so sure Hale… but maybe you just need a clearer head" And he shook his hand, urging her to take the joint and Kayla's heart ached with hurt and indecision – it would be stupid to think Stiles was 'the one' but she loved him… didn't he love her? Was all that just words? Did he mean any of it? Was he just another Aiden? And, even though yesterday she thought those spiteful words he said was just him being angry and she even believed him when he said it was all a mistake but now? Now Isaacs words rung in her head, making her doubt everything from the start of her relationship with Stiles.

But Isaac was probably right – how could someone as nice and genuine and incredible as Stiles Stilinski love _her_ of all people? She was a mess, a bad person, too easy and far too temperamental, not to mention her family was screwed and all the drama that came with it wasn't worth it.

So, as quick as lightning, her shaky hand reached out and grabbed the joint from Isaac's outstretched one and brought it to her lips, breathing in the smoky and highly intoxicated substance… and Kayla had never tasted anything so good before.

Her whole body drifted, a strange feeling of calm beginning to float over her as she continued to breathe it in, not stopping or slowing down, not wanting to either – she wanted a hundred, a thousand, hell even a _million_ because this, what she was feeling now, was how she wanted to feel forever – like nothing mattered, that no one mattered, that everything in the world was just… there. Her head felt foggy yet alert at the same time as she pulled back for breath, letting out a loud sigh as the feeling of giddiness spread to her fingers and toes.

"It feels good doesn't it?" Isaac asked and Kayla looked up at him, blowing out the smoke from her mouth and nodded numbly, the bad memories already beginning to float away and that was all she wanted – she just needed bliss for a little while even though she sure as heck didn't deserve it – well, she was going to burn in hell anyway so may as well go down swinging.

"I knew I was right" He mumbled, slowly taking the joint from her loose hand, his fingers staying on hers probably longer than necessary but, right now, Kayla didn't care, she just… didn't care, as simple as that.

"You know what else would feel really good?" And Kayla just 'hmmm'd' savouring the lasting effects of the drug running through her system – her groggy eyes focused on Isaac as he took a long drag from the joint, blowing out the smoke from the corner of his mouth, which, wow, was kind of hot but her mind was screwed beyond hell by this point which was why she didn't protest– or at least, she hoped that was why.

One of his hands reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear, just like Stiles did – _does_ – as he leaned forward, his gaze intentful as he looked at her, "This" He mumbled, suddenly pushing himself forward and pressing his lips to hers and… why wasn't she stopping him?

**A/N) YES drama, love it! Ha! Well, sneak peak – Kayla and Erica are gonna have a super big fight, woop, excited for that so hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please leave your thoughts below, so motivating, next chapter out soon guys – please review! Bye! X :)**


	57. 57 let your fists do the talking

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine folks – anyway a massive shout out to 19irene96, CourtneyxWolf725, IwillBeDamned, Fresh Breeze, lose-your-mind, Luna888, BriancyyD, alyssa, Cupcakes24, spocklockholmes, HanoonAli, 21, cat-afterlife, HooksGirl67, Chella8181, Readingbeyondyourvocab, PassionForWritingAlex, beckylovestwilight for reviewing – I love you all, hope you enjoy this chapter **** x :)**

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><p>Okay, as soon as Isaac's lips met hers three things happened at once. One – Kayla felt her eyelids fluttering shut which was something she didn't want to happen but it did… there was nothing she could do about it, two – Stiles' face flashed in her mind and a sudden bubble of guilt welled up in her chest making her heart hurt, and three – she heard someone let out a quiet chuckle and a small sound of amusement and all those things brought Kayla to her senses. Sure she was a little fuzzy and on something similar to cloud nine right now but… what the hell was she doing? No, seriously… <em>what the hell was she doing<em>? Just because she was hurting and seriously considering going off the deep end that didn't mean she should be doing 'this'. And the worst thing was… she fell for – she believed Isaac for a moment and somehow, someway, it led to them kissing.

Oh god… she pulled back, shaking her head to try and clear her train of thought, trying to get rid of the fuzzy, no-reception like feeling in her whole body. Kayla blinked rapidly, eyes glazed over as she took a step back, wetting her lips because it felt like her whole body was numb.

"Well… this certainly shakes things up" And Kayla looked to the side and, surprise-surprise, Erica was leaning on the side of the door frame, arms crossed, a pleasant smirk plastered on her face – oh sorry, did she say 'pleasant'? Kayla actually meant incredibly sadistic and far far _far_ too pleased. Crap.

"Erica" She heard Isaac mutter, rolling his eyes as he spread out his arms, raising his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

"Not kissing our Alpha's cousin for starters" Erica gave a big grin, eyes falling on Kayla, "I wonder how Derek would feel about that, Hmmmm?" And Kayla took another step back, heart racing about a million times per minute…and no, that wasn't an exaggeration – why did she have to ruin everything? Not only did she allow Isaac to kiss her on the _lips_ of all places butshe ruined her eleven month streak and now? Now Stiles was going to hate her for sure because she _kissed_ another guy – who does that? Not a good person that's for sure.

"Probably just as pleased about you telling everyone about her past… ever thought about that?" Isaac smirked and Kayla watched as Erica's smile faded slightly and her jaw clenched, eyes getting a hard glint to them.

"Yeah, well… I'm pretty sure this little _fiesta_ trumps it all" Erica replied, standing up straight, "I'll see you around Kayla" And then she was gone and… oh my god, oh my god, oh my god was all Kayla could think – she knew Erica hated her guts, it was obvious, and she also knew Erica had a plan. How? Because Erica liked to play dirty and she just saw the best scoop of the day.

Kayla took another numb step backward, teeth digging into her cheek as she tried to get her head around it all and trying to block out Isaac just standing there, staring at her with calm eyes because… how was he so calm? Oh yeah… because he was a cocky arrogant dick that twisted her around his little finger as easily as butter was to spread.

"I-I… uh, I shouldn't have done that" Kayla mumbled, giving her head a small shake as she felt her chest tightening as she thought of Stiles because she didn't care what anyone thought of her – that was true, but Stiles was a completely different matter… she could just imagine his face falling and his eyes staring at her in something caught between betrayal and horror, "I… I shouldn't have done that" She repeated.

"Why not?" Isaac asked, tilting his head to the side, "It's not like I forced you to… you obviously wanted to" And Kayla just looked up, her whole body now in shock as she shook her head, hands reaching out and taking the joint from his hand, her shaky fingers almost dropping it.

"No… no I-I didn't… I-I…" She trailed off, her mind going blank because why was she defending herself? It didn't make it any better, it just made her one hundred times worse than she already was which was quite a lot, and by that she meant seriously over-the-top bad.

"You should go" She finally settled on saying, avoiding his clear gaze, "… You don't wanna get caught here" She added in a non-interested and slightly numb voice, lifting the joint to her lips and taking a slow drag, feeling the effects of it running under her skin.

"I thought you didn't want me to go?"

She slowly tilted her head upwards, tears pressing themselves forward, "Well… I've finally reached rock bottom so… yeah, I do want you to go" She took another step back, her back hitting the wall as she sucked in another drag, trying to quell her guilt even though it wasn't working one little bit.

"If anything you should be getting mad Hale" Isaac shrugged, raising his eyebrows in an obvious way, a smirk dancing across his lips, "I mean… you're going to let Erica get away with it?" He asked and Kayla just avoided his gaze because she knew he was playing a game – he wasn't being genuine like before when she met him… he and Erica were up to something, probably trying to stir up more drama, "Do you not care what she did?"

"Isaac… go away" Kayla muttered, finally meeting his stare, the joint held tightly in her grasp, "I mean it… just… go… I know what you're trying to do and I fell for it once, I'm not going to again" She warned, bringing the intoxicating substance to her lips once more, trying to forget about the 'kiss' – even though it was a more one sided kiss because, although she didn't respond, she didn't pull away and maybe that was just as bad.

"Aw c'mon" Isaac exclaimed, a smile stretching across his face, "Games are fun" He added, wiggling his eyebrows, "Maybe more so with you" And Kayla rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side stubbornly, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Get angry, get _mad_" Isaac encouraged, taking a step forward, "Because you could just stay here with me… which would be _fun_" He cocked an eyebrow as he stared at her, "But do _something_"

"_Why_?" Kayla exclaimed, her voice higher pitched than normal, "I don't deserve to get 'angry' or 'mad' okay? All of this is my fault, everything, so how about you just go back to where-ever the hell it is you came from and stop pestering me" She added, breathing heavily as she finished her rant, eyes swimming with tears.

"That's it" Isaac exclaimed, grinning at her, "Get that fire back because that's who you are… not some lovesick teenager who just _lets_ people screw them over, that's not you"

"How do you know?" Kayla scoffed, taking another drag that made her tongue tingle and her body surge with need, "You don't even know me"

"I know you better than you think Hale" Isaac smirked, "And I also know that, on some unconscious level, you let me kiss you because relationships aren't your thing" And Kayla clenched her jaw because if he was trying to get her mad then it was sure as hell working, "You're scared of commitment and wanted an excuse for things to get broken off between you and Stiles"

"No" Kayla immediately shook her head, pointing an accusatory finger in Isaacs direction, "No… just because I'm not 'miss perfect' it doesn't mean I don't love Stiles so just… shut up"

Isaac's eyes darkened, his stare hardened considerably and his stance got more defensive, "You're wrong" He stated, "Otherwise why would you be doing that?" He nodded his head down to the joint in her hand and Kayla began to feel nauseous at the reality of the situation, "Or still talking to me, hell, even letting Erica get away with everything – why wouldn't you stop her? Oh _that's_ right" Isaac clicked his fingers in a triumphant way, continuing to smirk at her "Because you _want_ her to break you two up, you _want _to revert back to your old ways and you _want_ a more exciting lifestyle instead of being stuck with McCall and his so called 'pack'"

Kayla continued to glare at him, her whole body shaking and her heart tearing in two because why did her past keep getting mentioned? She honestly didn't think she could take it any more… hence why she was out here in the first bloody place.

"Do I hell" She fumed, taking a step forward, invading his personal space, "Look here Lahey – I'm screwed up and after you decided it would be a good idea to try and play tonsil tennis with me I'm even more screwed up _and_ even completely screwed so-" She let out a furious shrug,"-think what you like but it isn't true" She added angrily, even though deep inside she knew at least _some_ of it was true, "It's not"

"I disagree" He contradicted, cocking an eyebrow, "And I know your so called friends won't ever look at you the same way again… some people would say that's a mean thing to say but I'm telling you the truth" And Kayla clamped her mouth shut, digesting what he said, "You should appreciate that"

"Well you should appreciate this" She exclaimed, her hand shooting out and slapping him across the face quicker than lightning and probably louder than a thunderstorm – though, as soon as she did it she kind of… regretted it? Huh… that was weird. Maybe because Isaac actually looked slightly shocked or maybe because she sometimes hated her aggressive and angry side but, either way, she _did_ regret it… only a bit though.

Isaac turned his head back around to look at her, a big red welt on the side of his face that looked like it actually stung quite a bit and, before Kayla knew what she was doing, she had grabbed his face by the palms of her hands and dragged him forward, smashing her lips to his.

And, just like the slap, she immediately regretted it – and by 'immediately' she meant _at least_ seven seconds after she had actually kissed him because, by that time, her mind had caught up with her and the guilt bubble that was left in her chest from before now expanded to her whole body, even touching her fingers and toes because… what was she doing?

Before was bad enough but she passed that off as being caught off guard and slightly too intoxicated to know what was going on but she had only herself to blame this time. She should not be doing this, no, no, no, she shouldn't, it was wrong, she loved Stiles, she really did, she cared about him so much that it made her physically ill at the thought of hurting him in this way.

So, she pulled back, eyes going wide with shock at what had just happened and Isaac just stared at her, his clear eyes drilling holes through her own and no… no, no, no – it was never Isaac it was always Stiles – she admits that she had a sort of infatuation with him, but that was all it was…a stupid crush because she was sort of intrigued by the boy she had met when she was eight who went through so much yet found his confidence but, now, she had no idea why.

All she thought about now was Stiles and his stupid goofy ways, his intense love for Star Wars and Reese's, his exaggerated arm movements and how he could never stay still, how caring and loyal he was, his warm rich caramel gaze, his cute little upturned nose, his comic t-shirts and plaid shirts, the way his hand felt in hers, how he kissed her softly and passionately, the way he smiled, how he smelt of woodland and musk and most importantly who he was – he was a good guy that didn't deserve the pressures of all of 'this' and he certainly didn't deserve someone like her… he deserved someone a thousand times better who would go to some smart college and want to get married and pop out babies… not her.

Yet… she loved him, so completely, it made her want to forget this whole day – If Kayla could rewind she would, oh god she would – she wouldn't have gotten into a fight with Stiles, she wouldn't have broken down, she wouldn't have fallen for temptation – meaning both the drugs and Isaac and, most importantly, she would've realised all of this earlier because when she told Allison she wasn't 'in love' with him she didn't mean it because, of course she was in love with him… it was hard not to be.

"Um…." Kayla mumbled, gulping nervously as she dropped her hands from Isaac's face, stumbling backwards a few steps, "I… I…"

"Erica was right" A voice said from behind them and Kayla turned around, her eyes going wide as she saw Stiles standing there, eyes glistening with unshed tears, a heart broken look plastered on his face, "Of course she was right… you don't wanna be with me when you can have _that_" He nodded his head to Isaac and Kayla began shaking her head frantically, "Y'know… I thought you just wanted space… that you would come to me when you were ready not jump into some other guys arms" His voice getting higher.

"No Stiles, it wasn't-"

"So clearly loving you wasn't enough huh?" Stiles shrugged, looking furious yet completely broken at the same time, "Well, at least now I know" He mumbled, turning around and walking away but before he reached one of the entrances to the school he swivelled back around, his face twisting up like he was either trying not to cry or shout his head off, "You're _perfect_ for each other" He said spitefully before disappearing and Kayla just stood there, her heart being clawed from her chest even though she knew she had no right to feel hurt… because she was the one that was doing the hurting.

"Stiles" She muttered quietly, already knowing it was too late because he was already gone… oh god, why did she have to ruin everything she touched?

"Kayla it's-"Isaac placed his hand on her elbow and she jerked away from him, feeling hurt, guilty and furious all rolled into one which was definitely not a good combination – the last time she felt this way she ended up spending a night in the cells because her anger reached uncontrollable levels.

"_Don't_" She snarled, taking a step back and glaring at him, "Don't you dare touch me… I'm sure under this arrogant, self-loving, life ruining composure that Derek gave you you're a nice guy but right now I hate you, not quite as much as myself but it's a close second so leave me alone" She angrily exclaimed, tears swimming in her eyes as she flailed her arms about, and even though she had gotten her fix she wanted more, something stronger but shook it off – there was no more being weak, not for her… she was going to make everything right, she was… at least after she killed Erica.

"I mean it" She warned, fists clenching as her eyes began to glow that vibrant green colour because all these heart wrenching emotions were smothering her and making her want to lash out – mostly at herself because the guilt was eating her up but, right now, she couldn't take it out on herself… not like before so she would have to settle for second best.

She turned around on her heel, the anger and hurt radiating off her in waves, "I'm going to kill her… I'm going to _kill her_" She fumed before stomping across the tarmac and barging through the door – she knew it wasn't right to deal with her emotions like this but she was fed up with crying and whining and wallowing in self-pity – Isaac was right on one thing… this wasn't her, she was not going to cry anymore, she was going to be herself… which was probably a bad thing but it was just her and nothing was going to change that.

She got into the hallway and saw a few people mulling about, and by a few people she meant her own friends at the end of the corridor but she ignored them, trying to quieten down the hurt and guilt she felt by expressing herself angrily.

"ERICA" She screamed, balling her fists, twisting around on the spot as her eyes fell on Erica's figure at her locker as she stared at herself in her mirror and Kayla's blood boiled – why should she get away with everything? It wasn't fair… it _wasn't fair_. Her emotions were replaced by pure anger – as simple as that.

Erica turned her head to stare at her and Kayla clenched her jaw as she saw her eyes glint with amusement and a small, proud smile worked its way to her lips – and Kayla was gonna knock it right off her smug face.

"You complete and utter _bitch_" She fumed, striding towards her "How dare you bring up all that shit that happened… how _dare_ you" She angrily continued to exclaim as she slammed Erica's locker shut forcefully, almost knocking it off its hinges, "You cow… you've ruined _everything_" She added as she pulled back her right arm and swinging out, her fist connecting with Erica's jaw who, obviously wasn't prepared for it, because she didn't even defend herself as Kayla knocked her into the row of lockers.

Kayla was breathing heavily, trying to control her anger but to no avail because looking at Erica made her so mad… beyond furious actually. Erica caught herself and then stood up straight, her eyes glowing a vibrant amber.

"_Bitch_" Erica retaliated, swinging at her and her fist collided with Kayla's cheek bone but it didn't hurt – maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the fact that Erica just couldn't hold her own, but either way Kayla recovered pretty quickly and stood up straight, her hand swiftly catching Erica's fist as she went to punch her again.

Erica's eyes went wide with shock but, before she could do anything about it, Kayla had already bent her arm backwards and right hooked her again, sending her tumbling to the floor.

"I don't care if you hate me but doing what _you did?"_ Kayla screeched, vaguely aware of people's voices in the background, "You've crossed the line, in fact the line is just a little dot in the horizon for you" Kayla ranted, her eyes no doubt looking wild and slightly scary – well, no wonder, not only was she extremely pissed but also kinda high and that was never a good combination.

Erica stumbled to her feet, glaring at Kayla fiercely, "Yeah… and I wouldn't take any of it back" And that one snidely comment sent Kayla over the edge – again.

She thought she heard Stiles but pushed it to the side, her arm latching onto a handful of Erica's hair and slamming her head into the locker really forcefully and, as she did that, Erica grabbed a hold of her wrist and yanked her forward, bringing her knee up and hitting Kayla right in the rib cage.

Okay… that hurt... _a lot_ but pure adrenaline was fuelling Kayla right now and, without even thinking about it, she had grabbed Erica's leg and twisted it making the girl fall to the floor but, unfortunately, Erica was better at the whole 'girl fight' than she thought because she dragged Kayla down with her, her nails digging into her skin.

"Guys, stop…. _Stop_" She heard… Scott's? Yes Scott's urgent voice and, just as she straddled Erica and the girl in question grabbed a handful of her hair, she looked up, her whole body screaming with rage.

"Stay back" She snarled and, by whatever miracle, Scott faltered to a stop followed by Allison and Stiles not far behind him and before it might've scared Kayla to try out the new encantado power… scared that she may lose control but not now – now she really didn't care.

Erica yanked her hair to the side and Kayla let out a sound of aggravation as she fell on her side, her body already in motion to flip up back to her feet and gathering all of her strength, Kayla grabbed Erica by her leather jacket and pulled her to her feet, throwing her across the narrow hallway and straight into the wall.

"I should have done this a long time ago" Kayla fumed, her fist clenching as she hit Erica again, her whole skin on fire, "You've ruined everything, _everything_, do you hear me?" Kayla added as Erica got her bearings back, standing up straight again, holding her jaw which, Kayla was sure, she might have dislocated, "Eleven months… eleven months straight without touching anything, not a single thing, and you – you with your big mouth just… urghhh" Kayla exclaimed angrily, getting het up, her anger over taking her common sense.

"_Good_" Erica screamed back, kicking her leg out and knocking Kayla in the stomach making her take a few surprised steps backwards, "You deserve it all" And with that she grabbed Kayla by the neck and pulled her forward, slamming her head first into the wall and… ow… she was sure she was going to have a concussion by the time the fight was over.

"Every. Last. Bit" And, without looking, Kayla could sense what Erica's next move was… so she ducked, just avoiding Erica's elbow that was heading straight towards the back of her skull so Kayla twisted around, her clenched fist hitting Erica right in the diaphragm making the girl gasp for breath and, as she was distracted, Kayla acted out. Now, she wasn't some kind of street or cage fighter, but she brought her head forward, successfully hitting Erica in the bridge of the nose with her forehead and that made Erica collapse back against the wall, staring around dizzily.

"Kayla… Kaylz... c'mon, you don't have to do this" She heard Stiles say in a kind of desperate voice and, she lost her anger for a second, and looked to the side and met his eyes… but as she did she just remembered how much she hurt him – he, Scott and Allison were a few feet away, not moving, staring at them with wide eyes.

She had only looked away for one second but Erica had obviously recovered enough to lash out again – damn, why did she have to get distracted? Her hand shot out and whacked her in the stomach and then she grabbed her arm and twisted it around, throwing Kayla off her feet and causing her to fall on her back on the hard stone floor and… ow, ow, ow. She was sure she heard something crack… or maybe move, she couldn't tell which, but as she saw Erica's stiletto clad foot getting closer and closer to her face, her hands shot out and grabbed her foot, twisting her ankle and sending her flying back against the wall again.

Kayla clambered to her hands and knees, ignoring the pain in her back and ribs and, well, everywhere, as she pulled herself to her feet, pure anger running through her veins.

She kicked upwards as quickly as she could, her foot hitting Erica under the chin and sending the girl sideways and straight into the side door which flew open and Erica tumbled through it, her limbs waving about around her as if she was trying to grab a hold of something to catch her fall.

"I don't need someone like _you_ reminding me of what I did" Kayla screamed, striding forward through the door and outside, vaguely aware of her friends following behind them but keeping a distance because, well, they couldn't get any closer – guess she had found the 'charm' in her voice – "I think about it all the time so you can keep your trap _shut_" She added forcefully and, just as Erica had gotten stable on her feet, Kayla's fist shot out and whacked her across the jaw.

"Stop hitting _me_" Erica screeched, whole body tense as she retaliated, her curled fist meeting Kayla's cheek and making her fall backwards a few steps and that was _it_ – she had resorted to having a fist fight in the middle of flipping school with a home wrecker like Erica? She had seriously hit rock bottom.

So, standing back up straight again, Kayla forcefully shoved Erica backwards, her palms pressed against Erica's shoulders, aiming to just shove her into the nearby pond and be done with it but Erica's hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her forward too so they both fell straight into the pond, the cold water hitting Kayla like a slap to the face.

Feeling the ice water tingling her skin, Kayla shot upwards, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the water, standing hip deep in the murky and no doubt gross water – if you could even call it that – but before she got her bearings, Erica had practically jumped on her, tackling her, causing her knee to bend backwards and she let out a small yelp before being pushed downwards and straight into the pond, the water gushing down her windpipe.

Now, Kayla loved water… she did, but right now, feeling it in her windpipe and knowing that it could easily kill her, spurred her into action. Her fingers found some of Erica's long blonde hair and she grabbed it, pulling it to the side so Erica tumbled down too and, using that as leverage, Kayla turned the tables around so Erica was the one under the water and she was holding her under.

She was fearful that if she continued to do this, be this angry out of control person, she may just kill Erica so, a few seconds later, she mustered up all her strength and yanked her upwards, pushing her to the edge of the pond and breathing heavily to control her anger.

"Urghhhh" Erica let out in a frustrated voice, her eyes narrowing at Kayla as she pulled herself out of the pond, dripping wet, leaving Kayla standing in the middle of the pond, shivering "baby killing whore" she snarled and… forget what Kayla said about controlling her anger because that was, now, not going to happen. She let out a sound of anger and lunged at Erica, her arms reaching out to just wring her bloody neck… and she was almost there too, maybe a couple of inches away when someone grabbed her arms and held her back, pulling her from the pond and hauling her backwards a few steps and the same thing happened to Erica – the biology teacher, Mr Peters, yanked Erica somewhat gently by the arm and kept her in place.

"What an _earth_ is going on?" And Kayla turned her head to the side to see Mr Argent, no, 'Gerard' glaring at them both, his whole body quaking with anger, "This is no place for teenager squabbles" And Kayla only fully realised that everyone was crowded around them – practically the whole school… well, not really, but there was a shit ton of people there and some tall, strange guy who she didn't know who looked to be a couple of years older than her, was holding her still, twisting her arm behind her back.

"Mr Peters - take Miss Reyes to your classroom" He demanded, his voice hard and threatening and then he looked at Kayla, his eyes narrowing even more, his glare far more pronounced, "As for you _Miss Hale_… In my office. NOW" He demanded and Kayla flinched away from the guys grip, elbowing him in the rib cage as she did so, her hands pushing her, now, wet and stringy hair away from her face, breathing heavily.

"Did you not hear _what I said_?" He thundered and Kayla just glared back before pushing past him forcefully, knocking his shoulder and she thought she saw Stiles reaching out for her but, by that time, she was barrelling her way through the crowd, desperate to get the hell away from Erica.

"You're going to pay for this you _bitch_" She heard Erica screech and turned around, curling her fists.

"Not if I get to you first you vindictive _cow_" Kayla shot back, continuing to push her way through the last of the crowd and stumbling into the school corridor, Gerard not far behind her.

"Now, now, now Miss Hale… what did I say about not causing any trouble?" Gerard asked, a wicked note in his voice as he guided her down the corridor and Kayla let out a wince as she, finally, took a well-earned breath, the small movement causing her ribs to explode in pain.

"Ow" She muttered quietly, her arm wrapping around her torso as Gerard glared down at her, a strange and sociopathic smile finding its way to his face, "Because I think it's time we teach you Hales a lesson"

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><p><strong>AN) WOO HOO… drama, and yes, a sort of cliff hanger because, sneak peek, Gerard **_**does**_** mean business ah poor Kayla, something bad is bound to happen! ALSO – kayla and Stiles are just going through a rough patch, okayyyyyyy a mega rough patch but I have planned this all the way to season three, remember that guys haha! Anyway, hope you liked this chapter so please please review you awesome people, they mean a lot and I shall update super soon! Xx **


	58. Chapter 58 - Gerard the asshat

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><p>Kayla knew she was a magnet for trouble, it was so obvious – not only was she a Hale, which gave most people a number one reason to hate her, but she also couldn't <em>not<em> say what she was really wanting to say and that, combined with the fact she had, on average, zero percent self-control, made for some pretty tricky situations – much like this one.

"Because I think it's time we teach you Hales a lesson" Gerard had told her and there was so many snarky remarks Kayla could, and probably would make because, newsflash, she had no self-control, just in case you hadn't picked it up by now.

"Do principles even _have_ any qualifications to teach? Because I'm pretty sure they just sit behind a desk all day…'entertaining' themselves" Kayla muttered as they walked closer and closer to his office.

"Young lady, you're going to have to learn to control that mouth of yours, it's gonna get you into some trouble" Gerard commented as he placed a steady hand on her shoulder and, to the outside world it may look like he was trying to be helpful or even nice, but Kayla felt the way his nails dug into her shoulder and he kept a firm grip on her, the clear message being 'keep walking or else'.

"Can't stop won't stop" Kayla muttered as she continued to hold her arm around her torso because, although she kicked Erica's ass, Erica was a werewolf and werewolf's could heal fast – she couldn't so really, she was the one that lost out though huh? Erica would be back to strutting around this school in ten minutes tops yet she would be supporting cracked ribs and backache for, like, two weeks.

Gerard tightened his grip on her shoulder, keeping her in place as they continued to walk down the corridor and although Kayla knew this was dangerous, he was a werewolf hunter and, going by what Allison said, a darn right mean one at that, she knew this wasn't going to be a talk about her academic life… just like before when he wanted to talk about her absences and ended up threatening her, oh yeah, couldn't forget about that.

She walked into his office, keeping a careful eye on him the whole time as he, subtly, locked the door behind them and… great, fabulous, absolutely dandy, this day was just getting better and better.

"Take a seat Miss Hale" And Kayla shook her head adamantly, eyes flitting about for another exit.

"No thanks, I'm fine standing" She replied, letting out a small wince as the pain flared up again. Gerard narrowed his eyes at her and Kayla could feel his frustration and anger creeping up on him, beginning to get in the way of his clear-headed thinking and by 'feel' she literally meant feel… and not in some creepy, physical way either – it was more like she could sense it rolling off him and she felt herself frowning, her mind trying to piece together what the hell it all meant.

Could it be…? No – she gave a small shake of the head – she knew her 'powers' or whatever the hell they were called were becoming more apparent, more obvious, such as the whole window shattering incident before she 'died', the glowing eyes thing and the super-cool charm speak but _feeling feelings_? All this crap was just getting weirder and crazier so, instead of giving herself a headache, she shook her head again, telling herself she was still just a little bit high and that was the reason – there was no powers or abilities… just a seriously screwed up mind.

"Well, I feel it would be more polite if you would take a seat so we can properly talk" Gerard insisted, his arm extended towards the chair opposite his desk and Kayla just scoffed, unable to continue biting her tongue both figuratively _and_ literally.

"If by 'polite' you mean making sure I'm comfortable _before_ trying to cut me in half then thanks, but no thanks" She remarked, her muscles clenching in defence because, sure, Gerard was old, hell, he looked as though he belonged in a bloody museum but he was also cunning and dangerous… she shouldn't underestimate him.

Gerard just gave her a half smile, an eyebrow cocking, "I've been keeping a close eye on you Miss Hale"

"'Please', call me Kayla, Miss Hale sounds so formal" She sassed back immediately, "And, yeah… _that's_ not creepy at all" She muttered in afterthought, already bored and fed up with this situation because, not only was she beginning to feel the familiar need for more of something, _anything_, but also – contrary to popular belief – she was _not_ a heartless bitch, she did have feelings and although she knew it was her own fault, she was seriously hurting right now but mostly just kicking herself because of the look on Stiles' face.

It killed her inside to know she was hurting him like this, to know that she had probably made him hate her now and, worst of all, the thought that maybe, just maybe, he realised who she really was and decided it just wasn't worth it – although, she couldn't blame him if he really _did_ feel that way, she felt that way too, but the thought made her queasy and light headed.

"Do you know how hard it is to tone down your natural instincts?" Gerard asked as he walked forward, invading her personal space, "Because, if you don't, you'll be feeling that way soon enough" He commented and Kayla furrowed her eyebrows, her mind still feeling fuzzy and numb.

"Look…I don't know what you _think_ you know about me but I'm one hundred and ten percent sure you're wrong" Kayla stated, her aggravation creeping up to high levels and Gerard just smirked back creepily in response, his head tilting to the side.

"I know more than you think Miss Hale-"

"Kayla" She interrupted/corrected him, rolling her eyes.

"-Who do you think dropped the hint to those _god-awful_ protectors that your family was living in a cute little town in Louisiana?" He asked rhetorically and Kayla felt her blood run cold and her mouth go slack. No, it couldn't be right, none of what he was saying, or even implying, was right, it was impossible – she went a whole year thinking it was some crazy hunters that killed her dad and brother, then only a couple of months ago she found out _Kate Argent_ of all people knew who those murderous bastards were then that they were, in fact, nowhere near hunters they were probably way worse - protectors… and now? Now Gerard, her best friend's crazy werewolf killing grandpa initiated the whole thing? Surely this was only something that could happen in movies.

"You're lying" She accused through gritted teeth, her limbs beginning to shake, "There's no way you would let those protectors kill some werewolves… there's _no way_ in hell you would let them take the credit" She added, breathing heavily as she felt tears stinging her eyes. Inside, she was screaming. This could not be happening, not now, not after everything – just because she acted fine and used humour and sarcasm as a form of defence, it didn't mean she was actually 'fine' – she thought about her dad and brother every day, not a day went by she didn't remember them, remember how much they meant to her and if he had something to do with them dying… then that only gave her more reason to hate his guts.

"Well, I did let those protectors kill the _abominations_" Gerard sneered, "You could say we had a… deal of sorts" He gave a half-hearted shrug, a small yet creepy smile plastered across his face, "But I really do wish I had the pleasure to cut them up myself"

Kayla felt the familiar feeling of tears pressing themselves against her eyelids and, trying to push past the betrayal and heart wrenching grief, she let out a sound of frustration and swung her arm out but her, obviously being weakened from her fight with Erica and not being in the right frame of mind, was no match for Gerard because he caught her arm in a forceful grip for such an old man and pushed her sideways into the chair.

Kayla's back screamed in protest as it hit the hard, wooden back of the chair and her head spiked with a fierce burning-like pain and damn Erica, damn her to hell. Kayla let out a small wince as she got her bearings, her arm automatically wrapping around her torso because judging by the pain every time she breathed or even moved, she was sure there was a few broken ribs – just the shape she needed to be in to confront a werewolf hunter, this was all just going _great_.

"Murdering bastard" Kayla seethed, her vision going blurry as she tried to focus on Gerard's figure in front of her, blocking her escape route.

"Such foul language for a high school student" Gerard commented letting out a patronising 'tsk tsk' noise, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something close to excitement.

"Well you're definitely right about the 'high' part" Kayla murmured, clenching her fists she pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing as she went.

"I just have a few questions and if you answer them properly then you can walk right out of here" He proposed and Kayla scoffed, her eyes beginning to glow that vibrant green colour as she felt her anger hitting sky high levels making her not think properly, "… partially unharmed" He added, an eyebrow cocking in her direction.

"Go screw yourself" Kayla threw back at him, her whole body quaking with anger, "I'm not telling _you_ anything" She added, trying to forget about the pain, well, everywhere in her body… but mostly the ribs and the head, seriously, _ow_.

"I just want to know who the rest of them are" Gerard continued to persist as he took a few slow steps forward, "Because I know you know who and what I'm talking about" He gave her this… glance, a glance which clearly told her that there was no point in lying – but she was a Hale, lying is a thing they were pretty darn good at.

"Even if I did I wouldn't say a word" She replied through clenched teeth, her eyes glowing fiercely as Gerard just gave her a faux disappointed glance and he shook his head.

"That's a shame Miss Hale because that means I have to resort to more… gruesome means" He said in a croaky, yet determined, voice, his hand disappearing into his pants pocket and out he pulled a syringe filled with clear liquid.

Kayla's heart dropped and stopped for a second before rapidly increasing like she was running a marathon because Gerard was being serious this time, there was no meaningless threats or warnings, he was going to take the plunge – quite literally if the syringe was anything to go by.

"… and after today, well…" He trailed off as he walked behind her, his hand landing in her hair, keeping her securely in place by tugging it backwards so she couldn't move, "No one will believe you if you say someone did this to you… you have a history of drug addiction, they'll just think you relapsed" And Kayla tried to struggle from his grip but he just tightened it further so she struggling for no reason.

"Still not telling you _anything_" She snarled, her energy draining away as she collapsed back against the chair, a cold sweat building up over her skin – and a tiny part of her actually _wanted_ him to just do it, to give her whatever it was to stop the continuous ringing in her ears and the aches and pains but she was fighting that feeling – maybe what happened with Erica and Stiles actually gave her some strength to fight back, to get back on the straight and narrow.

"Do you really want everything else to be ruined?" He inquired, leaning down to whisper in her ear which sent tingles down her spine, "You're in a bad place now but I can make your life even harder" He threatened and Kayla just clenched her jaw, her stubborn side beginning to show through, "I can make sure you'll hit rock bottom"

"Are you deaf?" She snarled, her eyes furious, "Because I'm pretty sure I've already told you to shove your questions where the sun don't shine" She added and she was mildly surprised how her teeth had managed to _not_ shatter into a thousand tiny pieces by how hard she was holding her anger in.

"…wrong answer" Gerard's eyes glinted dangerously and, all of a sudden, the hand that was holding her hair covered her mouth and pulled her head backwards sending shooting pains down her spine and, before Kayla could even grasp what the hell was going on, a muscle splitting, mind numbing pain flared up in her left arm sending her mind into turmoil.

For an old grandpa-man he sure did have some strength because Kayla couldn't stop what was happening, even though about eighty five percent of her _did_ want to stop it she just… couldn't. A warm, soft liquid began flowing down her arm just as she felt the needle plunge deep into her arm and straight into the muscles and, almost immediately, Kayla felt the effects take a hold of her body.

It was like an out of body experience, almost similar to if she was split in two, not that she actually knew what that was like but it was a best guess – her mind was clouding over yet, at the same time, her heart began to race even faster (if that was even possible) and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, warning her that this was dangerous, incredibly dangerous even, but her whole body felt relaxed and calm and it was… nice? Sort of.

"Still not wanting to talk?" She heard Gerard murmur in her ear and Kayla blinked quickly, trying to keep her mind focused even though it was incredibly hard to do so.

"… Not to… you…" She managed to get out, her body loosening up.

"I know the Hales have made a lot of mistakes but this might just take the crown" Gerard continued to yap on, finally letting go of her and walking around the side of the chair to stand in front of her, his eyes looking dark and determined, "Tell me where your cousin is"

Kayla shook her head adamantly because, she and Derek may not get on all of the time, but she wasn't going to sign his death warrant, "Still a n-no"

Gerard blew out an aggravated breath as he glowered down at her because, clearly, things were not going his way right now but that was how Kayla wished it – she was somewhat tempted by the idea of selling out Erica and maybe even throw Isaac under the bus too but she _did_ have a conscience and they were still people – asshole people right now – but still people, and she certainly wasn't going to let Gerard get to them… maybe because she wanted to dish out her own punishment, who knew? Well… that is if she got a chance and Gerard didn't kill her right here in his office.

"I understand… family commitment and all that" Gerard sighed, his head tilting to the side, "But if you do this for me, if you help me then I'll help you in return" And that spiked Kayla's interest – of course she wasn't going to take the deal but what did Gerard think she would find _so_ tantalising she would give up her own flesh and blood?

Kayla narrowed her eyes as she slumped down further in the chair, her body feeling like it was floating on air, "N-Nothing will make me… make me give Der up" She said, her head lolling to the side.

"Not even for information about the 'encantado' gene?" He smirked, leaning forward eagerly and Kayla felt her mouth go slack for a second – for weeks, _months_, she had been dying to know more about what the hell she actually was – and her mom and aunt couldn't tell her much because they simply didn't know but finding out was something she desperately needed.

But for Derek's life? No, it wasn't worth it – she needed Derek just like peanut butter needed jelly… in a strange way, but still.

"Guess what?" She muttered, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Gerard, "No deal"

"Just… tell me where Derek is and all of this will just... go away" Gerard tried to reason with her but, even in her foggy and pain filled state, Kayla wasn't going to play into his game... there was no way she was going to sell Derek out, even if it did cost her everything, including her life.

She mustered up all of her strength, pulling herself forward in the seat, "Go… to hell" She gasped, falling back as she felt the blood running down her arm and the contents of whatever the hell he injected her with pumping through her system.

"You're a brave soul but… here's the thing" He leaned forward, hovering over her, his hands placed on each arm rest of the chair, "I really don't like Hales" And that was when she blacked out.

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><p>To Kayla, that was a shitty start to a Friday – most kids loved Fridays, what with it being so close to the weekend and all but getting into a fight, feeling like crap and then getting threatened and drugged up before second period? That definitely classified as one of the worst days in the history of the world.<p>

Luckily, Gerard didn't kill her, which probably took a _massive_ amount of restraint for a crazy asshat like him but it did set her back for the rest of the day - she woke up in the school nurse's office, asking if she had a history of fainting and ordering her to drink plenty of water. So that was the way Gerard was wanting to play it then? A cat and mouse game? She felt so much anger directed at one man it made her head want to explode so, as the school day ended, she just drove around for a bit, her whole body left buzzing from whatever he injected her with.

Kayla knew she needed to make things right if that was even possible – she needed to apologise and explain things to Stiles even though she was dreading his reaction to her just turning up out of the blue. She knew she deserved to get chewed out and, usually, she could handle that – she had gotten into enough verbal fights to not be _as_ effected by them – but by Stiles of all people? It made her stomach queasy and for nervousness to spread through her veins.

So, plucking up her courage, she turned her car around and drove home, parking it in the driveway and decided to walk to Stiles' - it wasn't that far and maybe the fresh air would do her good... hopefully, maybe help her shake off her nerves and cravings which was something that she needed right now - the cravings, for the past eleven months, had also been there just in a really low dose but now? Now it was like they were cranked up full blast making her want to smash her head off the closest wall just to make it all _stop_.

She reached the Stilinski front door, her heart racing about a hundred miles an hour as she raised a shaky hand to the oak door and waited impatiently for someone, anyone, to answer. Just as she was about to lose her nerve and high tail out of there because of the combination between sheer humiliation, cravings and nervousness, the door got opened and Kayla blinked at the sudden light shining at her, blurring her vision for a second.

"Oh… hi Kayla" Sheriff Stilinski greeted her, a pleasant smile on his face as he stared at her, "Is everything okay?" He added, giving her a quick glance over, his eyes somewhat guarded and Kayla could only assume he had heard about her past – well, just about everyone had thanks to the _bitch_ of the year.

"Uh… yeah" She lied, tugging down on her jumper sleeves to try and stop the jitters taking over her body, "Everything's good right now… I was just… uh…" She trailed off, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation because was she really doing the right thing right now? Forcing her company on Stiles? If he hated her wasn't it best to just give him time to cool down? She had no idea, she wasn't very good at the whole 'relationship' thing.

"… To see Stiles?" The sheriff finished her sentence and she gave a quick, bouncy nod, "Yeah but, I mean, he's probably busy… with… stuff… it doesn't matter" Just as she was about to turn away she heard the sheriff let out a sound of protest and saw him shake his head.

"No, it's okay, he's not busy… just sulking in his room… maybe you could cheer him up?" He suggested, opening the door wider and Kayla looked into the house, well, more like home, and then raised an eyebrow at the sheriff because, maybe it didn't sound that way to him, but she heard it like he was implying something very different to just 'talking'.

"Well I mean… not like that" The sheriff corrected himself, scratching the back of his neck, "But I guess if that helps… which I assume it does… uh, wow, I shouldn't have said that… I wasn't implying… I didn't mean…" He trailed off awkwardly and, even though she was feeling really crap, she had to crack a smile.

"It's okay Sheriff, I get what you mean" She said lightly, walking past him as he moved to let her in, "And, uh… I'll keep that in mind?" She added-slash-questioned, giving a small shake of her head to clear her thoughts.

"Heh… yeah" The sheriff closed the door behind them, "Well it's just up the sta- um, never mind… you know where it is" He smiled a little awkwardly, "And should I be making breakfast for three tomorrow?" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows back in response because… wow… that was out of the blue.

"Uh… no" She shook her head, fingers getting tangled up in the hoodie sleeves again, "I have a lot of homework and… stuff, but thanks for the offer" She smiled politely, getting prepared for the travel to Stiles' bedroom.

"No problem" The sheriff replied and Kayla sucked in a few deep breaths as she got closer and closer to his bedroom door. This may sound dramatic and seriously over the top but the thought of seeing his hurt and betrayed face made her just want to turn back and put it off… put it off until tomorrow, or maybe the next day, or the day after that, but she knew she couldn't – she owed Stiles a hell of a lot and he also deserved an explanation… a _really_ good explanation.

She reached Stiles' door, her muscles twitching with both serious cravings and nerves but this was not a time to think about herself – she needed to put Stiles first. So, using all of her courage, she reached out and knocked on the door because, unlike before, it wouldn't seem right if she just walked in like he always insisted she do… it would just seem wrong and imposing.

She heard a loud thump, followed by the sound of things crashing to the floor and then to finish it up nicely an exclamation string of cuss words before the door got thrown open and there stood Stiles standing on one foot while he held the other one up, his face screwed up in pain like he had stubbed his toe or something but it soon smoothed out into shock when his eyes fell on her.

"Um…" Kayla said oh-so-smartly, keeping eye contact with him, "Your dad told me to come up" She added meekly, pointing behind her and Stiles' eyes opened wider, his movements jerky as he flipped his head to the side to where she was pointing before looking back at her, his eyes narrowing.

And, just as Kayla thought he would say something, he promptly slammed the door in her face.

Okay then. She flinched slightly, her face falling as Stiles disappeared from her sight and regret welled up in her chest – guess she really screwed things up this time huh? Just like she always did… _always,_ without fail. She continued to twist and then untwist her hoodie sleeves with her fingers, it was a nervous tick, and just as she was about to leave to give him some time to cool down, the door got thrown open again and she looked up, watching as Stiles stood there, stubbornly avoiding looking at her in the eyes.

"On Second thought… you _can_ come in" He finally said, the door wide open and Kayla just nodded slowly, taking careful steps into the familiar room before he could change his mind. She stopped when she reached the middle of the room, turning around to face him as he shut the door, leaning back against it.

The silence was awkward and deafening and made a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck because, holy god, she had to get this right or else she would ruin everything, _everything_ would just go to hell and she didn't want that to happen – not at all.

"Uh…." She opened with, a guilty look plastered on her face, "Stiles I-I… I'm so sorry and, before you say it, that's not going to cut it, I know that, but… I don't know what else to say" She apologised, keeping a few feet distance between them.

"Maybe I'm stupid for asking this but _maybe_ you can start with why you were kissing Isaac?" Stiles asked sarcastically, his arms waving about, "I think that's a good opening paragraph"

"I… I don't know" She cringed as she said the answer, knowing Stiles would take it the wrong way, "I just… did" And she saw Stiles' nostrils flare and his eyes get than manic look in them.

"You-You don't know?" He screeched, "That's even worse than the worstest thought I could _ever_ possibly come up with" He added, breathing heavily.

"That's not a word" She pointed out, trying to inject some humour into the conversation.

"Actually, it's just a- no, no, don't distract me Kayla" Stiles changed his mind halfway through his sentence, pointing a finger in her direction, "Okay? I'm mad and I'm also… _mad_" He said and Kayla just nodded, glancing down at the floor.

"I know Stiles" She sighed, "And you have every right to be"

"Well I'm glad you give your blessing on my _feelings_" He shot back, crossing his arms over his chest, "But, really, I want to know – why Isaac? _Why_?" And Kayla looked up, meeting his gaze, "Is it because he's an all-powerful werewolf now? Does he have something I don't?" He continued to question and Kayla shook her head honestly.

"No Stiles… he's nothing…" She tried to explain but he cut her off again.

"Yeah, he's _so_ 'nothing' that you had to resort to making out with him… stop lying Kaylz"

"I'm _not_ Stiles" She insisted, her heart breaking all over again when she met Stiles' fallen and betrayed eyes, "But if you really want an explanation then…" She sucked in a deep breath, determinedly keeping a steady and stubborn gaze with him, "Then… I fell for it" She shrugged and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at her, a confused look plastered on his face.

"It's like… he wormed his way into my brain and figured out all my weaknesses and used them against me like… like about us" She admitted and if she thought Stiles looked hurt before, it was nothing compared to now, "I love you but… I do feel insecure about us"

Stiles' eyes glazed over and he frowned at her, his jerky movements stopping like he was frozen in shock, "W-Why?" He stuttered, his eyes turning glassy, "Have I…uh… did I do something wrong?"

"God no" She exclaimed, "Stiles you're… you're perfect" She sent him a small smile, "I just… I always think that one day you'll open your eyes and realise I'm not worth it and… and that I suck at 'this'" She flailed her arm between them, "I don't understand why people commit to other people because, from what I've seen, it just ends badly and I don't want that for you because _I'll_ be the one messing things up… like I am right now" She sighed, feeling tears pressing themselves forward, "You deserve someone smart like Lydia or some loyal person that will birth, like, ten kids for you… and I don't want to birth ten kids, that's a no go for me, that and I really don't like kids, all they do is scream and moan and make a mess and-"

"Kayla, wait" Stiles interrupted her, taking a few careful steps forward, "I think you're getting ahead of yourself" And she exhaled loudly, catching her breath, "First of all, we've covered this – I don't want Lydia and second… ten kids is a bit excessive is it not?" He gave a small smirk, even though he still looked to be in pain, "I'm sure we can compromise at five, tops" And Kayla snorted lightly, her eyes diverted to the floor again.

"But seriously…" Stiles said, "You don't have to feel insecure about anything"

"And I'm trying not to" She replied back, "Look… it's not an excuse Stiles… I shouldn't have kissed Isaac but… but… I thought he was right, I believed him when he said that everyone knowing about my past would change things… I fell for it and was weak but Stiles, _please_" She pleaded, meeting his stare, "Even if you don't ever talk to me again, you _have_ to believe it didn't mean anything" Her eyes were full on prickling with tears by now but she held them back determinedly, "I feel nothing for Isaac… just for you" She added, stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets, "And… before I make things worse or humiliate myself even more…I'm just going to go" She concluded, prepared to walk past him because, she said her piece, and now it was up to him to decide.

But as she walked opposite him, Stiles' hand shot out and wrapped around her arm gently and, unluckily, it was her bad arm that Gerard had injured and she winced, forcefully pulling her arm away from his soft grip because _ow_.

"Uh… s-sorry" Stiles stuttered out, holding his hands up in surrender, "I didn't mean to…" He trailed off, however, his eyes zeroed in on her arm that she was holding to her chest, his detective side taking over.

"What happened?" He asked carefully and suspiciously and Kayla gulped – she wasn't going to tell him about the whole 'drugs' thing because, she thought, if she did it was like she was pressuring him into helping her and she didn't want that, she wasn't going to trap him.

"Nothing" She replied, holding her arm back because, even just the slightest touch, reminded her of how much she wanted some stuff in her system right now, even though she was trying to curve the cravings, "I just… uh… hurt it" She supplied as Stiles kept a steady gaze with her as he walked forward, never dropping eye contact with her as he gently reached out and grasped her arm, rolling up the sleeves.

Kayla looked away, knowing that he would see the black and blue bruising on her arm, the small, needle like prick and the red raw skin… oh god… this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Look Stiles, I gotta go-"She rushed out, trying to step away from his grasp but he wasn't letting go and, some part of her, didn't want him to.

"What happened?" He asked gently, his voice laced in concern and Kayla looked up, tears swimming in her eyes, "What-What did you do?"

"I… I…" She stuttered, and instead of meeting judging eyes, she saw only concern and worry hidden in there, "I… fell off the wagon as people say" She admitted, finally pulling free from his grasp, "It all just built up and I couldn't take it anymore so…" Stiles was looking at her as if he was in physical pain and she felt her throat closing up, "And Gerard used it against me… it's no big deal"

"Kayla… It's a big deal okay? It's like the biggest _biggest_ deal ever" He insisted as she rolled down her sleeves, taking a small step backwards, "Why-Why didn't you tell me?" he asked in a hurt voice.

"We were kinda… fighting Stiles… I didn't want to burden you" She explained and Stiles' face fell and guilt flared up in his eyes and that was why she didn't tell him – he would just blame himself and that was something Kayla hated, it wasn't his fault, it was her fault and hers alone.

"But it's okay" She insisted, "I can deal with it… I'm in control" – lie – she was nowhere near in control.

"Kaylz" Stiles sighed, his forehead furrowing, "I... I didn't know" He added, his head tilting to the side, eyes empathic, "If-If you want to stay and-"

"No, no, it's fine, I'm fine" She interrupted, "Everything's… good I just need to get home" She made up and by 'home' she meant anywhere away from people right now, just to collect her thoughts, "I… uh… I'll see you later" And before she could even think about leaving, Stiles stepped forward, his hands landing gently on her waist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Just because I'm still mad and, well, a lot mad… but mostly at Isaac right now… I'm still here Kaylz… I'm not gonna give up because things get difficult… I'm in it for the long run" And Kayla stayed still as he leaned forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead, "And if that does mean lowering the number of kids you decide to grow in your womb then… so be it" And she chuckled watery, her emotions all over the place.

"I'll bear it in mind" She responded, staring into his caramel brown eyes for a few seconds before walking out the door, her heart not only racing but beating like a hummingbird's wings, making her feel dizzy and closed in, like she needed fresh air and space, so she escaped through the front door and took off down the street, her lungs screaming for more air even though there was plenty available.

Once she got to the end of the street, Kayla collapsed back against a fence, pushing herself back a few steps so she was partially obscured by some overgrown bushes, breathing deeply.

She was glad she spoke to Stiles – even though it was scarier than practically anything she had ever done before – but, the only thing was, it didn't help. She still felt immense guilt and hurt and confusion making her head spin and her whole body ache with want and need.

No Kayla… don't do this, you promised Stiles, you promised that you would be strong for your dad and Dylan… you promised yourself that Beacon hills would be a new start… you _promised_.

But the other part of her mind was screaming at her that she could afford to do it just once more - that once more would help her and set her on her a better track.

No Kayla.

Yes Kayla.

Just do it – it's worth it.

Don't do it – it'll just ruin everything even more, just like Gerard's threat.

But, as she thought of that, she thought of how this all stemmed back to him – her family was dead because of him, they weren't coming back ever and all because Gerard was a psycho – people were dead because of him, he had trained his family to be hunters, he was a sadistic killing machine and… oh god… they were _gone_ because of him.

She felt like she had no family left – most of them were dead and that tore at her heart in ways that she didn't think possible which was why she pushed her moral side away – indulging once more wouldn't kill anyone, and if it did kill her then… so be it.

With shaky hands she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of aspirins that she carried around with her in case of emergencies, and she sure as hell classed this as an emergency. She popped the packet open, her fingers quickly and nervously trying to get as many pills into her hand as possible.

It was only once more, once more and then that was it – no more being weak or grovelly, this was it, she would be a better person, she would be 'reborn'… just after she did this.

One at a time she dry swallowed them, one after the other, feeling them sliding down her throat, immediately making her tired and drowsy but it gave her a sense of calm and that was all she needed right now – she needed to not feel for a little bit, _just_ a little bit.

She kept swallowing them, not even considering the fact she could overdose, welcoming the effects they had on her and only when there was none left did she finally just… breathe. She still felt worried and shocked and hurt but not as much as before, it was like an escape from reality and it was total bliss. Her eyes began fluttering shut and she slumped backwards so she was lying on the grass, partially covered by leaves and dead twigs, controlling her breathing and just feeling… nothing.

She thought she felt a presence nearby but brushed it off, her mind was too fogged up to even fully register what was going on, until she vaguely felt someone placing a hand on her arm. She let out a quiet moan but she was far too deep in her own mind to realise what was going on.

"Shhhhh, keep quiet" A masculine voice warned her, a hand landing on the side of her face to brush some stray hair away, "Just… don't scream" But to her it just sounded like a jumbled mess of words… she was too far gone to even notice.

She thought she felt a hand land on her hip, the grip just a tad too uncomfortable, "If you scream then this will end badly" And Kayla just turned her head to the other side, her only thought being 'Holy god, shut up'.

The same hand moved upwards slowly, disappearing up under her top and landing on her stomach making Kayla let out a small jolt because, even in her drugged up state, she knew something was wrong… but she didn't know exactly _what_.

Another hand landed on her knee yet it's touch seemed foreign and wrong but Kayla couldn't even muster up enough energy to speak as she felt the hand move, slowly, upwards, fingers grazing over her thigh before moving to the inside of her thigh and, okay, this was wrong, it shouldn't be happening, she didn't _want_ this to happen but she was too tired and weak to do anything as her head just lolled to the side and she lost consciousness.

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><p><strong>AN) Another dark chapter but, rest assured, they're gonna start getting more light-hearted now, especially since Kayla and Stiles have cleared the air – sneak peek – Derek will be in the next chapter, can I get a hells yeah? Ha so… yeah, hope you enjoyed and please please please review, it would mean the world, see you next chapter **** x :)**


	59. Chapter 59 - Road trip

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><p>If there was one thing Kayla hated more than most things, though not more than spiders or liver, it was that state between being awake and asleep where your thoughts were foggy and your body was tired but your mind decided 'oh hey, it's time to wake up now' – god, she hated, no – <em>loathed<em> – when it happened, and this time wasn't any different.

She managed to peel her eyes open, blinking blearily as she stared up at her ceiling… no wait, it wasn't her ceiling – hers had posters of her favourite bands and TV shows on it, even some snapshots of her new and old friends, yes, a weird place to put 'sentimental' stuff but she was quirky like that – but this ceiling was unfamiliar and terribly bland.

Huh… what was going on? She stretched out, wincing slightly as her ribs protested and then, like a ton of bricks, she knew this was way off. She shot up off the bed, looking around in panic even though her eyes were still half closed and her body was shouting at her to just sit back down and relax but, no, her survival instincts were kicking in full force.

"W-What?" She asked to herself, blinking rapidly to clear her eyesight and scowling slightly as she smelt the familiar disinfectant smelt that, yes, you guessed it, only smelt this vile in a damn hospital.

"Hey… you're awake" She heard a relieved voice exclaim and looked to the side, seeing Stiles leaping to his feet from the uncomfortable plastic chair he was sitting in, his eyes flitting everywhere, "The nurse said you were gonna wake up soon but I didn't believe her because I know how stubborn you can be and then there was the whole stomach pumping and medication and-"

"Okay Stilinski… take a breath" Derek interrupted him, a slight glower plastered on his facial features before turning to face her, "I think what spaztastic over there is _trying_ to say was… you're awake now and that's a good thing" Derek explained, looking relieved yet he still had that guarded look on his face which he had almost _all_ the blinking time.

"Try and sound a _bit_ more enthusiastic" Stiles glared as he stood next to her bed, or rather 'the' bed, whoever the hell it belonged to – the hospital, state, president, whatever, "I knew I shouldn't have called you" He added under his breath, avoiding Derek's intense gaze.

"Just be glad you did or else it would've ended badly" Derek warned, narrowing his eyes at Stiles from the other side of the bed and Kayla just frowned, her brain not picking up anything because she had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Wh-What happened?" She asked, running a hand through her wild hair, breaking up the fight that was bound to take place, "What… just what?" She asked feebly looking between the two males, never being more confused in her whole life – except maybe in chemistry class.

Stiles' face fell and Derek turned more stoic, both avoiding each other's gazes.

"What do you remember?" Stiles finally settled on asking, crossing his arms and looking at her seriously and Kayla felt her heart racing because… what did she remember? It was all fuzzy and cut up, like it was a dream and not actual real events.

"Um… not much" She replied, her face screwing up in concentration, "Something about… about… us discussing my womb being a factory for popping out screaming abominations but, uh, that's about it" She gave a small shrug, a headache already beginning to take full force, "It's kinda… fuzzy" She added, trying to remember what happened after that but it just went black, like a whole series of memories were stolen – which may just be best because she had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that she screwed up a hell of a lot and maybe that was best to just forget.

"And that's not going to happen any time soon" Derek immediately said, his eyes zeroing in on Stiles like a target, "You have to be at least thirty before discussing such idea's" He added, eyes serious and forehead broody as he stared between the two of them.

"Yeah, yeah" She waved him off nonchalantly, pushing his over-protectiveness to one side, "But… seriously… what the hell happened?"

Stiles and Derek shared another uneasy look and if Kayla didn't feel queasy before then she certainly did now – if they were acting mutual towards each other and keeping the life threatening, snappy comments to themselves then _something_ must have happened.

"Oh" She finally muttered in realisation, her heart dropping, "Right… yeah… I screwed up again and-and here I am" She whispered, looking around the hospital room that still gave her the heebie-jeebies just sitting in a seemingly innocent bed with a stupid IV in the back of her hand and an equally stupid white washed hospital gown on, "I… I, uh… sorry" She murmured quietly before a ball of fire erupted in her stomach and she threw her hands in the air and slammed them down on the bed beside her, "Urghhh, Jesus Christ" She groaned, her head splitting even more after that outburst, "Can't I do anything right?"

"Hey… stop it, it's okay" Stiles immediately jumped in to say, grabbing her hands and clasping them in his own, "You had a weak moment… everyone has them… at least you're okay, that's the main thing"

"I have to agree with Stilinski on that one" Derek spoke up too, "Though if you continue to have relapses like this then I will personally lock you up in your basement and hire the best physiatrist in the state to-"

"_Derek_" Stiles hissed between clenched teeth, his eyes going wide, "Shut up"

"I'm serious" Derek shot back, his eyes glinting dangerously yet with worry too, "I'll do what I have to do to keep my cousin alive and if that means playing the tough love card then… so be it" He nodded his head before looking at her and Kayla watched as his eyes turned softer and he had a much more friendly look on his face, "I'll go get the nurse… get you checked out" He took a step forward, reaching the side of the bed, "Chin up cuz" He winked, his finger tilting her chin up before walking from the room.

Kayla just gave a small smile, still feeling guilty over the fact that she had wasted both Derek's' and Stiles' time, not even counting the fact she probably caused them a whole boat load of worry, "I'm sorry… I seem to be saying that a lot lately huh?" She chuckled sarcastically, glancing down at Stiles' hands that were still holding her own, "Wait… what happened to your hand?" She asked in shock, eyes immediately zeroing in on the red raw and scraped knuckles, his hand slightly bruised.

"Wha- nothing, nothing" Stiles tried to shrug it off, about to pull his hand away but Kayla just gripped it harder because she may just be _slightly_ stronger than him, "N-Nothing happened"

"It looks like you went ten rounds with a younger version of Muhammad Ali" She shot back, her eyebrows furrowing, "Wait… you and Derek didn't…" She trailed off, "Because I'll kill him if he-"

"No Kaylz it wasn't Derek" Stiles interrupted, shaking his head, "It was just some guy… look it honestly doesn't matter, it was just-"

"Stiles… it _does_ matter" She insisted, "You're more of a talker than a fighter so something must have pushed you over the edge" She expanded on what she said, her head tilting to the side, "C'mon… tell me" She added softly, focusing on what the hell was going through Stiles' head right now– she felt he was worried, relieved yet… severely pissed off, but at whom or what she had no idea, it was just like she was getting a fuzzy satellite signal and not the full broadcast.

Stiles' eyes darkened and he stuck his tongue in his cheek, another obvious sign he was seriously angered by something and that kind of made Kayla worried as a gazillion thoughts ran through her head because, what the hell happened? Something to do with Scott? Did they have a falling out? Was there some problems between him and his dad? Was he still incredibly pissed at her? What?

"After you left I… I got worried" Stiles shrugged, "So… I followed you because what kind of _douche_ would I be if I just… left you to deal with all that crap on your own and… and…" Stiles trailed off, a disturbed look spreading over his face as Kayla raised her eyebrows, completely engrossed in what he was saying, "And… you were out of it and there was this _guy_ with you… and he was… he was going to do stuff to you" Stiles managed to get out though it seemed like it was hard to swallow, "Like… bad stuff Kaylz and… and I lost it because _no one_ touches you like that so I… I beat the crap out of him" He summarised, jaw clenched, "And then I called Derek because I had just knocked a guy unconscious and I didn't know what to do and then Derek beat the crap out of him even more… and then we took you to the hospital so…" He trailed off, his eyes looking less furious as he met her gaze, "So… that's what happened – We weren't sure whether to tell you or not because… just because" He added and Kayla felt her stomach drop even more and she started to feel even more sick than previously.

_God_, how could she be so stupid and reckless?

Stiles must have seen the expression on her face because he shook his head quickly, one hand running through her hair, "He-he didn't do anything Kaylz I promise… I doubt he would even be alive if he did" And Kayla still felt frozen in shock, her whole mind numb.

"I…. I…. thank you" She whispered softly, keeping the tears at bay, pushing how 'urghh' she felt away because nothing happened, nothing, and she owed that to Stiles, "I guess you would make a really good batman too" She muttered, eyes glazing over and she heard Stiles chuckle softly, releasing the tension in his body.

"Maybe" He agreed, "But I'm cool with being your Robin" He replied back, his fingers softly rubbing her own and Kayla's heart skipped a beat as she looked down, biting down on her lip – maybe it was punishment for her past and maybe the universe thought she deserved it but the thought that someone could've done that to her and she would be none the wiser because she knocked herself out on over-the-counter prescription drugs made her seriously want to re-evaluate her life decisions… like she need to do it – _bad_.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts because, unlike the stupid things Erica has said about her, she wasn't 'easy' – two people she has slept with, _two_, and that was in the minimal figures and half of them was with someone she actually loved and cared about… so she wasn't 'easy' or 'cool' with someone doing that so it did make her feel a little light-headed.

She let out a deep breath, determined that this was going to be the last time she screwed up this royally and, whoever that guy was, it may just be a blessing in disguise… a sick, twisted, weird blessing in disguise but still one – this was it, no more messing up, she just wanted to be Kayla Hale again… that was all.

"So… you're going to be fine" Stiles soothed, "Everything's going to be fine now"

Kayla just nodded in recognition, already trying to turn over a new leaf as she squeezed his hand back and stared down at the scraped knuckles that, putting it lightly, looked like it hurt like a bitch.

"Maybe you should get that checked out" She sniffed back the tears, focusing on Stiles now, "It could get infected"

"It's kinda low on my list of priorities right now" Stiles replied softly as he tried to, subtly, pull the seat forward with his leg which resulted in him flailing backwards into the seat and Kayla just shook her head, not really expecting anything else, but it was one of the things she loved about him.

"Well it's on the top of mine… promise me you'll wrap it up?" She asked, a sudden worry flailing up in her stomach because, although Stiles beat up that guy, it could've been the other way around.

"Yes _mom_" Stiles smirked, seeming to get more light-hearted, the anger draining away, "I have a bobo on my hand, now all I need is some Scooby doo band aids and we're all set" He smirked and Kayla chuckled, cocking an eyebrow in his direction.

"As soon as I get out of this hell hole I will forcefully do it myself if I have to" She warned, leaning back against the propped up pillows, "And I mean it"

"Oh I know you do" Stiles replied in a light voice, "I take your threats very seriously" He added and Kayla just gave a small smile, quite content just sitting there strangely enough because she really _hated_ hospitals.

A knock sounded at the door and both her and Stiles looked up as a blonde haired, thirty something, short nurse walked in, followed closely by Derek, his eyes guarded like he was watching every move that nurse made, probably making himself out to be Kayla's very own personal body guard – _Wow_, wasn't she lucky?

"Miss Hale" She greeted, watching her over the rim of her glasses, "Glad to see you awake" And Kayla just nodded somewhat nervously because, seriously, Stiles had taken her mind off the fact she was stuck in a frigging hospital but now… wow, it was all just official and damn right creepy.

"Urghhh… yeah… me too, well, I'd have to be awake to 'see' me awake… get it?" She chuckled nervously, taking her hands away from Stiles' grip and wringing them nervously, "Cos I can't see when I'm sleeping, yeah? Heh… crap" She muttered under her breath as the nurse just sent her a weirded-out look.

"That was a rubbish joke" Stiles whispered, a small smirk covering his face and she just nodded jittery – she needed to up her A-game _that's_ for sure.

"Well, let me just check your records to see if you're allergic to… wow" The nurse said, flicking through papers, an astounded look on her face, "You have a lot of history"

"Two people" Kayla exclaimed, "_Two people_ – I really don't think that's a lot, especially compared to other people I know, okay? Two sexual partners is a tiny, _tiny_ number and I'm nowhere near the double digits yet so don't go around throwing names and, even if I was, which I'm not, I hardly think that has anything to do with why I'm in here, hmmm? Because there _is_ such a thing as condoms and I have heard of them so… there" She nodded her head, finishing her rant, her nerves taking a hold again.

She saw the nurse gape at her and Derek screw his face up before placing his head in his hand in a 'I give up way' and Stiles just… smirked.

"I think she was talking about your medical records babe" He whispered as he leant forwards and Kayla just 'oh'd', realisation dawning on her face.

"Well… in that case… yes, yes I have had a lot of trips to the ER and no, I'm not allergic to anything that I know of… apart from narrow-mindedness but I don't think that's relevant" She made up on the spot, ignoring Derek's 'holy god' look as he just shook his head.

"Well…" The nurse trailed off, still looking astounded, "I'll just… check you over" She gave a tight smile before looking towards Stiles and Derek, "If you two could just wait outside please?" she requested and both Stiles and Derek ducked out of the room and Kayla hoped they wouldn't kill each other when they were alone for _two frigging minutes_.

"Uh… sorry about… that" She chuckled uncomfortably as the nurse came to stand next to her, "I just… hate hospitals and I tend to ramble and have no filter, especially about my sex life, oh would you look at that, it's happening again… my bad" She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, "I'll shut up now"

"No… no it's okay" The nurse smiled friendly, "I wasn't judging… it's good to see you're already recovering" She added as she took her blood pressure.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, totally all good, so I can leave yeah?"

The nurse just quirked an eyebrow at her in amusement, "That's to be determined Miss Hale… that's why I'm examining you" And Kayla just nodded reluctantly. The test went on for a few more minutes and, _finally_, it was over.

"Well… you've got the all clear" The nurse summarised and Kayla let out a big fist bump before wincing, forgetting about her cracked ribs.

"Yeah… we've bandaged them up for you and usually we would prescribe pain medication but…" She trailed off awkwardly and Kayla just nodded reluctantly.

"No, it's okay, I get it, don't give the girl that overdosed on aspirin pain killers… honestly it's fine… getting out of here is a perfect form of pain medication for me" Kayla smiled, not quite feeling her cravings starting again so that was a good start right? It meant she was trying harder at least. She pulled herself from the bed slowly, trying not to show how much pain she was in.

"Well… its good you understand that – the first step to getting better is acceptance" And, oh god, not a therapist speech, please not a therapist speech, "And normally it would be hospital policy to refer you to a therapist but because you're still in school we're giving you mandatory sessions to see the school councillor" And, combine all the worst swear words in the history of the world because that's what Kayla was thinking right about now.

"Wha- No… no way I mean… you can't do that" Kayla said desperately, "I'm fine… I'm _fine" _She insisted, trying her puppy dog eyes but, apparently, that only worked on not trained professionals such as that nurse woman standing opposite her.

"It's either that or a psych test done by the hospital and screening… what would you prefer?"

"Neither would be **fab**" Kayla responded, picking up the change of clothes in the bag that either Derek or Stiles must've brought over, "But you drive a hard bargain… school it is" Kayla concluded because, fingers crossed, it would mean she would get to miss chemistry, that would _really_ make her day.

"Good" The nurse smiled chipperly, "I will go get your next of kin to sign these and-"

"Wait… Derek? Derek is my next of kin?" She asked in shock, stopping the nurse in her tracks, "So if I die tomorrow he gets to decide if you lot harvest my organs or if I happen to fall into a coma, it _has_ happened before, he has the power to decide whether I carry on being a vegetable or float away to never land?" And the nurse just nodded in confirmation, "Oh boy… I really should start to remember his birthday then" She groaned, picking up her clothes and walking, or rather limping, to the bathroom.

She had a quick five minute shower and took about ten minutes doing some crazy, gymnast style moves to actually _get_ into her clothes and, by the time she got out, Stiles and Derek were waiting for her, a suspiciously awkward silence running between them.

"You look better" Derek commented, giving her a small smile, "Now, because your mom is out of town, you can come stay with me until she gets-"

"No" Kayla interrupted immediately, shaking her head, "Not with you while you have Erica and Isaac there – no way, no way, no way, no way" She shook her head and saw Stiles nodding along with her in agreement.

"What do you have against Erica and Isaac?" Derek asked, frowning at her as he crossed his arms.

"Everything" She replied bluntly, "Erica's a bitch and Isaac is also, strangely, a bitch – except more manly like" She added, raising her eyebrows, "It's fine, I can stay at home and-"

"No, no" Derek shook his head, "They won't bother you I promise now… just let me bring the car around, I'll be five minutes" Derek said in a somewhat soothing voice, his eyes soft as he disappeared from her sight and Kayla groaned, shaking her head.

"Dammit" She cursed, "God - I love the guy but he can be _so_ infuriatingly protective at times it makes me want to stab my own eyeballs out" She picked up the remainder of her clothes and began shoving them in a bag, "If I don't end up killing those two then it would be a damn miracle"

"Okay… okay" She heard Stiles mutter to himself, a look of contemplation on his face, "How about we just… leave?" He asked suddenly, raising his eyebrows as he stood there, hands on hips, waiting for her answer.

"…What?" She asked in shock, almost dropping the clothes she was packing into the bag because… what the holy hell was Stiles on right now? "Are you suggesting we… run away together?" She smirked as she asked that, almost laughing at how ridiculous it all sounded.

"Yes" Stiles replied bluntly and Kayla's jaw slackened, her eyes going comically wide, "I mean... not forever, I'm not suggesting we, like, become teenage hippies and travel the world in a campervan but… sure, we could easily just… leave" He explained in a ramble and, wow, he really was a little crazy.

"Stiles… have you had a serious lap in judgement or…?" She trailed off, tilting her head forward, "You're not the type to just… leave Beacon Hills" She added, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I am if I've got the right person to go with" He smirked, opening his arms out wide, "So… how 'bout it partner… wanna run away with me?" He smiled, his caramel brown eyes glistening with amusement and excitement, a look of anticipation plastered on his face before he frowned slightly and leaned forward and whispered, "But not to ruin the epicness of that question but I can _just_ do the weekend because we have a chemistry pop quiz on Monday so…" And Kayla smiled at his dorkiness, completely thrown by his sudden and severe impulsive side… not that he wasn't always impulsive but this brought it to a whole new level.

"Stiles you're-"She gave a small chuckle and a shake of the head, "You're completely _nuts_" She laughed, already forgetting the bad memories, instead, completely focused on Stiles' goofy ways.

"Yes I am" He agreed, giving an adamant nod of his head, "But you're just as crazy as me because I have all your facial expressions memorised and I know you're considering it" And he was dead on – she was, huh, maybe Stiles knew her better than she thought.

"Maybe I am" She replied letting out a small smirk, "But-"

"No but's" He interrupted, holding up a hand to stop her talking, "You're getting dragged down into all the formalities and the 'red tape' area" He explained, taking a couple steps forward to stand in front of her, his hand resting on her cheek, "I'm taking a page out of your book and being so undeniably compulsive and reckless and you know what? I kinda like it so… c'mon Kaylz… be _the_ Kayla Hale – the one that speaks her mind and is harder to control than a wild bear… be Kayla" He implored and Kayla looked up, meeting his wide and sincere eyes and, to hell with it all, he was offering, it was only polite to accept right?

"It's an offer I can't refuse" She told him, "But you'll be the one explaining to your dad and Derek why we disappeared for a weekend" She smirked, trying to look on the bright side of things.

"Deal" He said just a little too quickly before frowning and a daunting look flickered across his face, "I mean… heh… I can do my dad but you're doing Derek… he's your family" He rushed out and Kayla just nodded, accepting that because, chances were, Derek was less likely to rip out her throat than Stiles'.

Stiles' fingers tucked some strands of hair behind her ear and he smiled down at her, looking more like an excited and eager puppy than an actual human, "That sounds fair" She responded as Stiles pulled back and, quicker than she had ever seen him, whirled about the room faster than a damn tornado throwing all her stuff into one bag and grabbing both their jackets, slinging them over his arm.

"Done… let's go" He grinned, holding open the door and, as dramatically as ever, peeking out over the threshold like he was trying to be a combination between James Bond and a ninja turtle.

Kayla just shook her head in amusement, already feeling one hundred times better just by Stiles acting so cheesy and goofy because it made her feel so elated that this one special guy stuck by her side… something she never expected would happen – ever.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and began to walk towards him and he grinned at her, sending her a playful wink, "That's my girl" And she stopped at his side, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"_Am I_ still your girl?" She asked, just for double confirmation so she wasn't getting the wrong end of the stick here.

Stiles just dropped his gaze to meet her stare, his eyes playful and serious at the same time as he nodded, cutely beginning to chew on his bottom lip, "Completely" He whispered, a small smile spreading across his face and Kayla just smirked back as he took her hand and led her down the hallway though kept the pace quite slow to accommodate for her injuries.

"Derek is gonna kill us for this" Kayla mock whispered as they made it out of the buiding safely, "Not that it doesn't feel good to rebel against him but I _think_ that feeling may go away when he chops us into tiny, delicious sized pieces" She added, staying close to Stiles' side as he opened the jeep door for her.

"Oh… he's a cannibal now, that's… not as much of a surprise as I thought it would be" Stiles joked, giving her his arm to help her into the seat.

"The k-nines say it all" She grinned back, waiting for him to get in the drivers' seat, "So… uh… where exactly are we headed anyway?" She questioned as Stiles reversed from the parking lot, eyes wide with concentration and his tongue slightly sticking from his mouth like he did when he was focused, something that was incredibly cute in her eyes.

"I have a plan" Stiles replied mysteriously, flashing her a smile, "And I know it's something that you will love so I figured, 'why the hell not', it'll take your mind off things"

"Under federal law if the passenger doesn't know the destination it can be classed as kidnapping _at a stretch_ but… why not" Kayla shrugged, letting out a big yawn, "Just… nothing to do with surprises because-"

"You hate that" Stiles finished her sentence, "I know… but this is a _good_ surprise" He insisted, taking the main road leading to out of Beacon Hills.

"But your definition of a 'good surprise' could be mine of a bad surprise" Kayla smirked.

"Well, as your boyfriend I think I know you pretty well so-"He patted her knee with his free hand, "Why don't you take a nap… if I run a few red lights and dodge a few cop cars I can be there just before sun down… I'll wake you when we get there"

"And you're still not gonna tell me huh?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him but he shook his head determinedly, "Nope" He replied cheerfully, popping the 'P', eyes glistening with amusement.

"Okay" She replied, "But only if you stop at the local chemist and let me get some bandages and antiseptic cream for your hand" She bargained, "That's the deal – take it or leave it"

"You Hales just love playing dirty huh?" Stiles sighed but he seemed fine with it, happy even.

"In more ways than one" She smirked back, glad things were finally getting back on track which was a massive relief right now – it was a break from all the drama before they came back to beacon Hills and faced even _more_ drama with the hunters, protectors and some lizard-mutant-man… one break would do no harm right?

So that's what they did – Stiles kept his side of the deal by letting her bandage up his hand in a lay-by and, soon after that, Kayla dozed off because, she may not like to admit it, but she was a hell of a lot tired and soon konked out, her head on Stiles' shoulder.

And, weirdly enough, it was one of the best sleep's she had had in weeks.

_Far_ too peaceful in fact that it took Stiles many, _many_ times to jostle her awake and, when she did, she groaned and just nuzzled her head further into the crook of his neck, blocking out the little light that disturbed her.

"Kaylz… Kaylz we're here" She heard Stiles say but he sounded far off and, honestly, she kinda didn't want to wake up she was so knackered.

"L'ter Stiles" She slurred, one of her arms wrapping around his torso, "Y'u can do me l'ter" She added, screwing her eyes shut to try and get back that wonderful, peaceful slumber.

"No, not that" She vaguely felt him shaking his head, "We're here" And she pulled her head off his shoulder, with great effort she might add, just about to peel her eyes open but Stiles' hand shot out and covered her vision, just making her even more confused.

"Wha-" She asked, seeing nothing but darkness, "If you took me to a strip club that's completely fine, I'd be up for that, you don't need to-"

"No" Stiles chuckled, his spare hand sorting her, no doubt, wild and chaotic hair, "Though… wow… I may take you up on that offer one day but, uh, I want it to be a real surprise… I want you to be astounded"

"If it's you naked I'm always astounded and-"

"Wow" Stiles laughed, making her smile, "You're really getting back to your old self huh?" And she just nodded, feeling a whole lot better when she was with Stiles and, no doubt, hopefully, far away from Beacon Hills as possible right now – and a safe distance between the bitch and the bad boy as possible, "And you may get that as a bonus but, no, you're wrong just… promise me you won't open your eyes?" He asked and now she really was awake.

Okay, Stiles had got her intrigued on a whole new level and every inch of her was saying just open your eyes, if Stiles sounded this excited then it must be important, one peek wouldn't hurt but she nodded in promise, not wanting to ruin the surprise Stiles had in store.

"Pinky promise?" He asked, holding out his little finger for her and Kayla had to feel about for a few seconds before meeting his pinky with her own, securing them together.

"I promise" She smiled and she felt Stiles kiss her forehead quickly before jumping for the jeep, well, she assumed anyway y'know considering she wasn't allowed to open her eyes and all, and a few seconds later she heard the passenger door open and felt Stiles take her hand, his own strong and warm.

"It's only a short walk because I, uh, may have run down the barriers but just details right?" he laughed as he helped her from the jeep, "And remember to keep your eyes closed, eyes closed, eyes closed, eyes closed" Stiles chanted to remind her.

"I know, I know" Kayla replied light-heartedly, keeping her eyes screwed shut as Stiles' hands reached out and landed on her hips, sending a pleasurable jolt through her body.

"Okay now just… keep walking up ahead, if you fall I'll try and catch you" Stiles said, guiding her up quite a steep and rocky hill and Kayla laughed quietly, her headache now fully gone – Stiles just seemed to have that effect on her.

"Oh well… it's the thought that counts" She replied, cautiously taking another step forward, her foot almost slipping as it hit a large stone but, rest assured, Stiles was there to keep a firm grip on her, his arms wrapping around her lower torso as to not jolt her cracked ribs.

"I should have warned you about that" He whispered quietly in her ear, his hot breath washing over her cool skin sending a shiver up her spine and Kayla just nodded slowly, not really understanding what he said, only feeling how his body was pressed against hers tightly because, for the past few days when they were fighting, she really had missed this kind of contact with him.

"Hmmmm" She murmured in a daze, tempted to just open her eyes to look at him but, before she could fall for temptation, he spoke up again.

"But… good news, we're here" He told her softly, his hands gliding up over her waist and up her arms as he, gently, covered her eyes with his hands, "And just before sunset too - I really do have impeccable timing" He said and Kayla smiled, leaning back against his chest.

"On the count of three" He whispered and Kayla nodded in recognition, "One… two…" And Kayla could've sworn he waited a whole year before saying that final number just to mess with her, "…three…" And he gently removed his hands and Kayla opened her eyes and it took her a few seconds to take it all in.

The sturdy, magnificent rocks and cliff faces that Kayla had only seen in photographs, the light pink glow it gave off as the setting sun basked it in warm dark orange and red colours that made the sand glisten, the complete and utter vastness that only this place could ensure, the sheer height and power it all gave off as the cool wind brushed against them, the one place she had always wanted to go.

He had taken her to the Grand Canyon.

Kayla's mouth gaped open as she took in the sight from where they stood not five feet away from the cliff edge, the perfect place to see all the cliff faces and, if Kayla was a fainting person, she would probably be all jelly legs by now and off the edge in two seconds flat.

"You… you… the… wh…. Stiles I-I-"She spoke in a jumble of words, completely overwhelmed as she continued to stare out at the vastness and the setting sun, "It's… it's the Grand Canyon" She muttered to herself, amazingly mesmerised.

"I'm glad you've been doing your homework otherwise this would've gotten awkward" She could practically feel the smirk in his voice and she turned around, her wide and astounded eyes focused on his caramel brown ones, "You-You remembered" She muttered, her head tilting to the side.

"Of course I remembered" Stiles smiled in an obvious way, "I remember a lot of things about you Kaylz"

"You… you… you drove nine hours, on a weekend where gas prices are sky high, to take me to the Grand Canyon?" She asked for conformation, her mind already whirling as Stiles nodded innocently.

"I thought it would be nice" He shrugged, an arm flailing out to point over the cliffs, "I never really got your obsession with this place but I do now… I hoped it would take your mind off things"

And, oh boy, it certainly did.

The sun was getting lower, maybe only a few seconds of daylight left so Kayla did the only thing she could possibly do in that moment and threw herself into Stiles' arms, smashing their lips together, her chest bursting with happiness, complete gratitude running through her veins because, wow, he really was perfect, no one had ever done anything this spectacular for her before – and sure, it may be completely cheesy and too 'chick-flick' for her normally but she was beginning to love those things, especially when they were done by Stiles of all people – most other people would just get a slap in the face.

He returned the kiss eagerly, one hand on her hip to keep her stabilised while the other secured itself in her hair, tugging her closer to him, keeping her chin tilted up as they kissed, just as the sun bowed out and night begun.

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><p><strong>AN) Yay… I just feel yay about this, dunno why – ha! So hope y'all enjoyed and, sneak peek, Derek will find out next chapter and some cute Stayla fluff – A lot of people seem to comment Stayla so I'm guessing that's the ship name? ha! Anyway, hope y'all liked it and please please review, it means the world, next chapter out soon! X **


	60. Chapter 60 - Constellations

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If there was another thing Kayla hated more than spiders, liver and being in that state caught between being awake and asleep, it was chick flicks – those gooey lovesick females that fall head over heels in love with the first guy to do something nice and ending up wearing matching bath robes and colour coordinated clothes made her want to gag. Which was why it was strange she got a warm feeling in her chest and butterflies erupting in her stomach at this cheesy and slightly gooey moment going on. Before, she would scoff and roll her eyes at 'that' couple and secretly accuse the guy of just wanting to get into the girls' pants but right now it felt less awkward and more right… god, if she got anymore cliché she was tempted to just gauge her own eyeballs out and be done with it.

Her arms were wrapped around Stiles' neck, one hand resting on the back of his head as her lips glided over his, her body completely pressed against his own and her only thought was 'yes'. Weird thing to think when making out with someone? A definite absolutely but Stiles always seemed to put her in a better state of mind and self and, whoa, co-dependent much?

Slowly, she felt the hand that was resting on her hip move to the small of her back, his fingers gently digging into her skin and his other hand knead its way further into her hair like he was securing them both together. Never in a billion years did she ever think she would be kissing Stiles again, let alone kissing Stiles at the top of the Grand Canyon as the sun set – was that out of a movie or what?

Kayla let out a quiet moan, her back arching as she felt Stiles' tongue touch her bottom lip, her legs quivering with both a combination between complete desire and absolute shock and it was a good job Stiles was holding onto her so tightly otherwise, well, let's just say the outcome would be her trying to fly before – SPLAT – fried egg anyone?

She felt Stiles pull back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he smirked at her, eyes glistening with amusement, "I guess it worked" He murmured, one hand moving forward as his thumb gently caressed her cheek, "You'll be back to yourself in no time"

"Thank you" She whispered, eyes welling up with emotion, "I mean, don't get me wrong it's super cheesy, over-rated, lovey dovey crap but… it means a lot"

"But I know you're starting to love that 'cheesy, over-rated, lovey dovey crap'" Stiles quoted, an adorable look plastered on his face, "You're turning all melty in the middle"

"Are you calling me soft?" She chuckled, smiling brightly.

"Not soft enough to _not_ kick anyone's ass but soft enough to have a good night's sleep on" Stiles winked, a lip quirking, "Although it's usually the other way around because you're shorter than me and weigh less so…" he shrugged lightly and Kayla just shook her head lightly at his ramblings.

"But, like… I mean… this has got to be a dream right?" She chuckled, turning around and looking over her shoulder – the sun may have just set but there was still a little bit of left over light shining across the skies, making it easier to see, "This is just… unreal"

"Nope, pretty real I'm afraid" Stiles replied, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, his head resting on her shoulder, "I don't think an induced hallucination would look as amazing as this"

Kayla sighed contently, still completely mesmerised, "Stiles…" She muttered, completely taken in by the amazing view and how completely awesome the whole thing was – she just… couldn't get her head around it what so ever, "You're the best"

"I try" He quipped back and Kayla turned back around to face him and, as the darkness began to set it, she felt her eyes glow that bright emerald green, "No, seriously, when I say you're the best I mean _you're the best… _I… I…" She just shook her head in shock, "I'm never gonna top this one"

"Oh, it's a competition now is it?" Stiles asked in amusement, his head tilting to the side.

"No" She immediately claimed but just met Stiles' raised eyebrow look, "…maybe…" She decided on saying, "But… I seriously love you so much right now"

"See? Soft and gooey on the inside" Stiles jumped in to say, probably wanting to prove his point and she smacked his arm lightly because Kayla Hale did not do 'soft' – it was all icky and gag-worthy and _bleh_.

"Never gonna happen Stilinski, Hales don't do that romantic crap" She said in amusement before glancing over her shoulder, her breath getting stuck in her throat as she saw the Grand Canyon again, the amazing and equally terrifying and power radiating rocks, "…Usually" She amended, giving a one shoulder shrug.

"Well… think of this as a date and because we're already here you can't say no" Stiles smiled, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, "And yes, I know you hate dates because they are, and I quote, 'cliché and a complete waste of time and money' – a tad harsh and slightly cynical in my eyes but that's what we're gonna change" Stiles smirked, sending her another playful wink, "I'm gonna change your whole outlook on dating"

Kayla let out a burst of laughter, her whole body now shaking with quiet chuckles, "Stiles, I appreciate the thought but-"

"No but's" Stiles interrupted, his eyes twinkling "I've got it all planned, it's called… 'The super date'" He announced dramatically, spreading his arms wide for emphasis on how important this all was, "And, not only is it going to be completely amazing, but it's also going to be full of the most cliché of cliché things in dates – _ever_" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I should have expected this" Kayla chuckled in amusement, "You _are_ Stiles Stilinski but I was kinda hoping you would forget about the whole 'dates' thing"

"Never" Stiles claimed, "I feel we've done everything backwards – friends, kissing, friends again, couple, one date which was kinda ruined by your psycho dad going on a killing spree, you dying, having sex… all of that happened and I haven't taken you on a proper date yet so… here we are" Stiles flung his arm out towards the cliffs, "A weekend date"

"I thought it was called 'The super date'" Kayla smirked and Stiles gaped at her for a second as he got his 'thinking' face on, "Well, it can now be called 'The super weekend date', huh? Huh? Yeah… thought so… good name" Stiles nodded to himself, staring off into space.

"I'm gonna regret saying this but… what you got planned?" She asked, unable to stop the amused quirk of her lips because, sure, dates sucked but if Stiles wanted to do them then just let him do them right? He obviously wanted to give it a go and dating _was_ seen as the 'normal' thing to do these days so… yes she would suck it up and try not to run away screaming in complete terror – okay, a little dramatic but you got her point, right?

"You won't be disappointed" Stiles let out a big fist bump, "Well… you'll probably try and punch me by the end of it but I'm _almost_ one hundred percent sure you'll end up loving it" He amended, suddenly taking her hand and pulling her forward.

"But when did you plan all of 'this'-" She nodded her towards the canyon" out? I don't get it"

"On the race-I mean, on the drive here" Stiles changed his mind mid-sentence, giving a nervous laugh, "Cos I may, _may_, have had a car chase with two cop cars but it's no big deal" He waved his hand nonchalantly, "I mean… at least I don't _think_ they got my license plate" And Kayla laughed, shaking his head at him.

"Wow Stiles… quite the law breaking citizen huh?" She chuckled as he pulled her closer to the edge of the canyon, suddenly bending down and raking through a large rucksack that he must have dragged along with him.

"Right, well, kissing at sunset I can score off the list" He muttered to himself and Kayla saw him, literally, scoring out some writing on a legal pad, "Just thirty four left"

"Thirty four clichés?" Kayla asked in astonishment, "Is this a date or a murder?"

"Ha-ha" He replied sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder at her, "But unfortunately we can't do them all tonight because we're in the desert-"

"It's a national park actually" Kayla corrected, unable to help herself, "There _is_ a desert view drive but that's on the east of the Grand Canyon and we're on the south rim so…" She trailed off, nodding her head adamantly.

"How do you know we're on the south rim? Even _I_ don't know we're on the south rim, I just drove and hoped to get to the top" He asked in astonishment, stopping his frenzied search through the bag.

"I've been studying this place since I was seven, we're on the south rim" She clarified, her eyes trailing over to the amazing view that soon would be gone as the last remains of light began to bow out, "Like, for example, the Grand Canyon isn't actually the deepest canyon in the world but it's more well-known because of the thick, well preserved ancient rocks that could be up to _six million_ years old I mean… that's a long time for something to still be standing" Kayla rambled, eyes glazing over, "It's just… wow" She added, a small smile tugging at her lips. When she finally broke her staring contest with space she looked down at met Stiles' amused eyes.

"What?" She asked curiously, "It's true – google it if you want"

"No, not that, it's just…" He trailed off as he stood up, a megaphone – megaphone? - In one hand, "I like it when you ramble" And Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows at the object in his hand.

"I would like to take a good guess as to why you brought a megaphone along but I'm coming up a blank" She spoke in amusement as Stiles shook himself from his daydream, walking forward to come and stand next to her at the cliff edge, "It's number seventeen on my list… y'know in those rom-com's there's always that guy confessing his love in public to the woman he loves? Well, it's not exactly a public area right now but someone's bound to hear me" He smirked cheerfully, holding the megaphone up to his mouth and all Kayla did was gape in astonishment.

"Stiles, what're you-"

"YO, PEOPLE OF NORTH AMERICA OR ANY LOST TRAVELLERS OR ANY ONE THAT HAPPENS TO HEAR THIS RIGHT NOW, I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO WHAT I'M GONNA SAY REALLY CAREFULLY OKAY?" Stiles hollered into the microphone, the sound no doubt reverberating around the still night air because it sure as hell made Kayla's ears ring, "MY NAME IS STILES STILINSKI AND I JUST WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT… THAT-"Stiles turned his head to the side, meeting Kayla's gaze, "THAT I'M THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE WORLD, YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH THE MOST AMAZING GIRL EVER… AND… AND SHE LOVES ME BACK SO YOU ALL CAN GO BACK AND RE-EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DECISIONS BECAUSE I'VE GOT WHAT I WANT" He continued to say loudly into the megaphone before pulling it away and dropping his arms to the sides, "I just want you to know that Kaylz, that… that I love you" He said quietly, or quieter compared to that bloody megaphone, and Kayla just smiled, her heart beating rapidly as he gazed at her, a sincere look plastered on his face.

Kayla continued to smile at him, overcome with emotion because, sure, it was so rom-com and chick-flicky but she knew he meant it and that did tug at her heart strings, "Stiles" She sighed, taking a step forward to stand in front of him, "I love you too" She murmured, staring back, "But I would really like your permission to destroy that megaphone before we both go deaf" She chuckled light-heartedly, taking the megaphone from his slack grip and chucking it to the side and straight over the edge of the grand canyon before Stiles could stop her.

"K-Kayla that… that was coach's megaphone" He gaped, idly scratching the back of his neck as he winced, leaning to the side slightly to watch the white object disappear into the abyss.

"Oh… oops" Kayla muttered, biting her bottom lip to stop from smirking as she watched Stiles flounder around for a few seconds, "But on the plus side he can't deafen the team now"

"Always look on the bright side of things I guess" Stiles shrugged, his worry immediately going away when she said that, "See, that wasn't so bad was it?" He winked casually at her, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

And, surprisingly, it wasn't – she didn't cringe (except for the volume) and she didn't gag or run away screaming, it actually felt all nice and tingly – maybe she really _was_ turning over a new leaf.

"Well, I'm still here" Kayla grinned back, happiness ready to burst from her chest.

"You'll have to be, I have the keys" Stiles shot back lightly, already bending down and pulling a tub from that, apparently, never ending rucksack and a thin blue blanket, "Anyway, time for number thirteen" He announced, spreading out the blanket over the rocks near the edge and patting the ground for her to sit on, "Something simple… a picnic"

"A picnic?" Kayla asked for clarification, kneeling down before crossing her legs, "That's okay, I can deal with picnics, picnics are bearable" She joked as Stiles passed her the tub full of chocolate flavoured treats and she eagerly took them because, duh, they were chocolate.

"Thought I'd ease you into it" Stiles replied, "Because when we get home there's number eleven – baking together with flour fights and making out on _and_ against the counter top, number sixteen – a kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, number twenty one – A long walk down the beach… okay, maybe not in Beacon hills but as soon as summer rolls around we'll do that one, number fourteen – the whole 'kissing-in-the-rain-thing' because it looks really hot in the movies, number seven – sex in the backseat of a car, or a jeep, it doesn't matter, both work, number three – sex on rose petals, pretty explanatory, number twenty two – sex in a janitors closet and, well… the list goes on" Stiles said as he took a seat opposite her, nodding his head along with what he was saying.

"There's a lot of sex-clichés in there" Kayla commented in amusement, nibbling on a Reese's as Stiles nodded, "Yeah, well, blame the rom com's" He chuckled back, stretching one of his legs' out.

"Number fourteen could be accomplished tonight, the Grand Canyon does get erratic rain falls" Kayla said and that seemed to perk Stiles up even more because his eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he got a devious smirk on his face.

"That's even more perfect" He exclaimed, "Because it's something I've always secretly wanted to do but, knowing me, I would probably end up slipping in the rain and breaking my neck which would put a real dampener on things"

"Actually, that would just be the rain, you would just ruin it" She joked light-heartedly as Stiles got this playful look in his eyes and he leaned forward, a handful of chocolate cake in one hand.

"Stiles, no, that is perfectly good chocolate cake and-" She tried to rush out, eyes going wide as his hand got closer and closer and, not wanting a chocolate pasted face, she grabbed his hand which resulted in him tumbling forward onto her.

She erupted into giggles at the complete ridiculous yet highly fun situation they were in and she heard Stiles start chuckling as he lay above her, the cake now forgotten.

"I forgot you have quick reflexes" He commented lightly, "… I should probably pick better timing next time huh?" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows, a smirk dancing across her lips.

"And that 'next time' will blow up in your face" She joked back, "Because chocolate is not only incredibly important but also god-like" She added, turning them both around so she was now on top, her hands placed on either side of his head to keep her upright, "And that's about the only cliché thing that, in my eyes, is acceptable – chocolate, give me lots of chocolate and I'll love you forever… it doesn't even have to be the fancy kind, _just_ chocolate" She winked as Stiles' free hand worked its way into her hair, his fingers tangling themselves in it.

"I'll remember that" He grinned back, voice quiet as his eyes glanced downwards, landing on her mouth and Kayla gulped, a hot flush spreading over her skin as she leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow and heated kiss, her long hair tumbling down around her shoulders.

"Mmmmmm" She let out a slow moan, all the muscles in her body tightening as she felt Stiles' free hand land on her hip, his hand curling, "Was this how you planned for this to go?" She mumbled with a smirk against his lips, pulling back slightly.

"Better" Was Stiles mumble, "_Way_ better" But, before she could answer, Stiles had leaned forwards, pushing himself up into a sitting position so she was straddling his lap, his arms circling around her waist.

Now _this_ was a date – two people just enjoying each other's company, no fancy, expensive food and useless small talk, this was what she thought a date should be, even though she hated dates (well… usually!)

Slowly, his lips detached from hers and moved sideways across her jaw, pressing feather like kisses to her skin as her eyelids fluttered shut, leaning into his touch. His tongue swept out across the heated skin of her neck, soothing it, and when he hit _that_ spot, the one spot on her neck just above her pulse point, it made her heart beat all the more quicker, her whole skin just itching for more.

"Kayla?" She heard Stiles mutter quietly as his hands gripped at her waist and his mouth continued to glide over the side of her neck.

"Y-Yes?" She answered breathlessly, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as some form of trying to keep herself under control, "You're practically grinding on me" He said in amusement, tilting his head up to try and catch her gaze and Kayla just shook her head, mentally pulling herself from this day-dreaming state she was in.

"My bad" She whispered, meeting his stare, "But you're the one hitting my weak spots… you shouldn't be surprised" She added lightly, their heads pressed close together. She was watching closely as Stiles' caramel brown stare was drilling holes through her own, his expression frozen into appreciation, never breaking eye contact.

He let out a small chuckle, "Well, I now know for sure they're your weak spots because of the whole lightsaber eye thing going on"

"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion, her forehead furrowing together.

"Well, every time you get, let's say, 'in the mood'" Stiles quoted, "Your eyes kinda… glow differently depending on how much you're, y'know…" He trailed off, plastering an obvious look on his face, "into it"

"That is just… weird" Kayla chuckled, "Seriously? Wow… that may be my downfall one day" She joked with a playful wink, pulling back slightly to try and cool down her skin because, right now, it felt like she was on fire.

"You never know" Stiles replied back light-heartedly as he looked upwards to the night sky, a sudden look of appreciation on his face, "Hey… you ever done star gazing before?"

"Nope" Kayla replied, looking up to where he was staring, "I always meant to but my brother put me off by saying the stars are really just dead people floating about" And she met Stiles raised eyebrow look, a smirk dancing across his lips, "I was seven" She defended herself, "And, since then just… haven't tried" She added as Stiles smiled, his arms gently winding underneath her thighs since she was, still, practically straddling him and lifted her off his lap so she was sitting next to him.

"Well, I can teach you a few things" Stiles replied, lying down on the blanket, one arm underneath his head as a pillow, the other free hand finding its way to hers and pulling her down next to him, keeping their bodies close together.

"First off I can say, for definite, that the stars aren't dead people" he smirked and Kayla just gaped at him in faux shock, "Way to break a girls' heart Stilinski" She said tearfully before breaking out into a wide smile as Stiles chuckled at her, bringing their clasped hands up to point at the night sky.

"You see that clump of stars just to your right… just about… here" He pointed to the air and Kayla watched closely, squinting her eyes as she tried to pick the right clump of stars out of the other hundred million there were.

"…Yes?" She answered uncertainty, screwing her eyes together, trying to focus.

Stiles chuckled lightly, "Well, it's the one that, if you join all the dots together it looks like a misshapen square with two arms and two legs sticking out of it… sorta like a robot" He shrugged and Kayla just nodded, biting her lip in concentration.

"Well that's Hercules… you know the-"

"Roman counterpart of Heracles the demigod hero, yup" Kayla nodded, "Mythology geek remember?" She smirked as Stiles just nodded, moving their hands to the side to point at another cluster of stars.

"If you look carefully… _really_ carefully… there's eighteen stars shaped like a bear… do you see it?" He asked, turning his head to the side to peer at her and all Kayla did was screw her face up in concentration, her mind a whirlwind of action as it tried to join the dots to the stars Stiles was pointing at.

"Sort of" She shrugged, "but to me it looks like a mouse with really long legs" And Stiles just stared at her in amusement, giving a small laugh.

"Kaylz… that a million, probably billion, year old group of stars and you're comparing it to a hybrid mouse?" He just shook his head, "I'm not that surprised actually" he muttered under his breath, sending her a playful smile.

"It's just what I see" She shrugged, "like for example that, to me, looks like a dalek" She pointed to another cluster before moving their hands to the left a bit, "And that looks like an iron, one of those really old fashioned clumpy ones" She explained, dropping their hands back to the ground as she tilted her head to the side, watching his reactions.

"See? This is why I love you" He grinned, slowly stroking her fingers that were intertwined with his own.

"That I can turn billion year old sacramental star constellations into weird, slightly objectifying objects?" She smirked, cocking an eyebrow, "Yup… that's me"

Stiles gripped her hand tighter as he lifted their clasped hands up, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, "Don't ever change" He said lightly, giving her a wink, "You're perfect… just the way you are"

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><p>"Dammit" Derek cursed, his fist curling around his phone, "Stilinski just answer the damn phone" He muttered, pressing 'redial' again, already going through all the ways he could severely injure that boy – his mind even traveling to him ripping his head off… it was a good image.<p>

"Derek?" He heard Erica ask a tad cautiously and looked to the side, seeing her and Isaac standing in the corner of their, new, underground home, "What's going on? Is it something we should be worried about?" She pointed to her and Isaac who just raised his eyebrows.

"No" He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head, "It's just… family problems" Derek added and when Stilinski's phone went to voicemail Derek let out a sound of aggravation, his whole posture rigid as he angrily stuffed the phone back into his jeans' pockets, whole body shaking with anger and worry.

"We're your family too… we can help" Erica implored with a smirk and Derek watched as his two beta's sent him an innocent look though there was something else underlined in it that Derek couldn't determine.

"Look, I appreciate it but…" Derek shook his head, preparing to just forget about the whole issue but remembering how the phone just went to voicemail the whole two hundred and forty six times he had called, his anger got the better of him, and "I just don't understand why she chose him over me?" He began to rant, "I'm not jealous of some normal teenage boy but she's my cousin, I'm her older cousin, we're _family_" He emphasised, eyes going wide, "I was the one that could actually help instead of deciding it was a good idea to just… disappear to god knows where"

Suddenly though, after sucking in a deep breath, Derek saw Isaac and Erica share a look… a look that Derek couldn't make out but it was definitely like they knew what he was ranting about when they shouldn't – it wasn't like he just spilled family secrets at the drop of a hat.

"…What?" Derek asked suspiciously, crossing his arms as his beta's just met his gaze cautiously.

"Nothing" Isaac shook his head, a smirk forming over his lips, "It's nothing"

"Yeah" Erica backed him up, "We were just thinking that you should really consider showing everyone you're not a pushover" Yes – they were definitely covering something up.

"Kayla knows I'm not" Derek claimed before thinking back to all the times she had managed to wrap him around her little finger, "…Usually" He amended before shaking his head, "No, I'm serious right now – tell me what you know" And his two beta's shared another look of uncertainty and slight fear.

"_Now_" Derek snarled, his eyes turning red, further proving his Alpha dominance over the two new werewolves and they nodded reluctantly, sticking close to each other's side.

"Well, it's just… everyone knows" Erica stated, "And then Isaac over here-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa _me_?" Isaac demanded, swivelling around to stare at Erica, "You started this whole thing… I was just an accomplice"

"It was too good of an opportunity to let pass" Erica shrugged, "I hate the bitch… not my fault she chose to have an argument when I was in hearing distance"

"_Yeah_" Isaac scoffed disbelievingly as Derek watched on in complete confusion, "And it's not my fault she went off the rails… get your head out of your ass Erica"

"Don't you-"Derek interrupted Erica's screech as he stepped forward, an intense look on his face.

"Would one of you like to tell me what the _hell_ is going on" He demanded, lowering his forehead to glare at his two betas, "In straight terms…. Now… this very second"

"Um…." Erica said slowly, biting her lip as she looked sideways at Isaac, "The short version or the long version?" She asked carefully and Derek just glowered, his muscles clenching, "The. Short. Version" He snarled, eyes flitting between the two of them.

"Well…" Erica trailed off, "I have a big mouth and may have _accidentally _let slip that Kayla… had an abortion and-"

"_Accidentally_" Isaac scoffed, giving the other beta a disbelieving glance, "You couldn't wait to spill the beans because of your stupid crush on her boyfri-"

"**Shut up**" Erica screeched, eyes going wide as she stared at Isaac, "And as if you're any better – giving her drugs just so you _may_ have a chance with her… that screams desperation" Erica said cruelly, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she glared the other way.

"Yeah, well, I'm not the delusional one… I knew where I stood, but you-"

"_Both of you __**SHUT UP**_" Derek hollered angrily, his eyes a bright, dangerous red as he breathed heavily, pure raw anger running through his veins, "This is all _your fault_?" he exclaimed, eyes wide with anger as he watched both his betas take a nervous step backward, "You did this to my cousin?" He further demanded.

Erica and Isaac just avoided each other's eyes as they stared at the ground and Derek clenched his jaw because that was as good as an answer that he was going to get and, as if he wasn't angry enough at Kayla and Stiles disappearing to god knows where, doing god knows what with god knows who though most of that anger had formed out of worry, he now had all of _this_ to try and contemplate.

"Get out of my sight" He snarled, turning his back on the two of them, "I don't care where just… go" And he heard both Isaac and Erica letting out a shallow breath, their hearts beating wildly in their chests.

"But Derek, Isaac is-"Erica tried to reason with him but right now Derek was not in the mood for them, he needed them out.

"_**Now**_" He exclaimed, spinning around on the spot and sending them both furious looks and they soon scampered backwards, disappearing from his sight and Derek just blew out an aggravated breath, his head hammering, his heart racing with exhilaration.

Okay… it was all slowly starting to make sense now and although he tried to push back the hurt that he wasn't needed, that he had lost Kayla's trust, some part of him accepted that maybe, just maybe, that Stilinski kid could help in a way that he couldn't and although it was a hard thing to think that his younger cousin no longer felt the need to confide in him, he knew that it was partly his fault that it happened.

He wasn't going to give the two of them _too_ much leeway but, if it helped, he should just leave them to it right? Was that the right thing to do? He didn't want to be _too_ smothering or, as Kayla put it, 'mom' like, but… he was doing the right thing, he was almost sixty percent sure.

Derek ran a hand over his hair, trying to control his breathing, reassuring himself that everything would be fine now and that, as soon as he got back in the right frame of mind, his betas would know not – _ever_ - to mess with a Hale.

**A/N) Sorry it took a while to update, was super busy (sad) but hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please please review, so motivating, and next chapter with have tons of Stayla – until next time my friends **** x**


	61. Chapter 61 - Number fourteen

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is may mine folks – a massive shout out to VampirePrincess11, pogocrazy7, IwillBeDamned, Luna888, CourtneyxWolf725, WickedlyMinx, Reikon67, msspicyjalapeno, lose-your-mind, Classless1219, BriancyyD, aliciasellers75, PassionForWritingAlex, MacRieve Girl, CupCakes24, newyorklghts, HeatherEnvy and Chella8181 for reviewing you're all awesome – and to answer some questions, yes I will be continuing this up to season 3 and beyond though will probably split it up – for example, seasons 1 and 2 as story one, season 3 as story two etc etc if that makes sense – also, thanks newyorklghts for the idea of a Stayla handcuffs one shot, I'm writing it now so I will post it separately next chapter for those who enjoy smut! **

**Also, this chapter gets kinda… smutty, okay a lot smutty so it's just a warning :)**

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><p>"Well this has certainly been an alright date" Kayla commented as they both looked up towards the stars, "And I haven't thrown myself off the Grand Canyon yet so it's safe to say you've accomplished your task… clichés <em>are<em> alright" She admitted begrudgingly, giving a small sideways smile to Stiles.

"See" Stiles grinned widely, "I knew you would change your mind… Stilinski's the man"

"_Sometimes_" She added for emphasis, raising her eyebrows into a cheeky look, "If anyone else tried this I would knock them into next week but I'll let you get away with it" She sent him a playful look, "I seem to have a… a soft spot for those big brown eyes of yours" She chuckled as she shook her head, readjusting her position on the ground and continuing to look up to the sky.

"Hmmmm" She heard Stiles mutter, "That gives me a slight advantage… just remember though, if I ever piss you off in the near future just think about my eyes okay? Can we make that official? Can it be a deal? We should totally make that a deal" He rushed out, words getting jumbled together.

"It can be a deal" Kayla laughed, giving his hand a light squeeze, "But I don't think I'm that scary that you need to start writing a will" She added humourlessly, meeting his gaze.

"I dunno…you can give Derek a run for his money" He smirked and Kayla gave a playful glare back, nudging his arm with her own.

"Derek has massive K-nines, I can't compete with _that_" She exclaimed, quirking an eyebrow at him, "And he has the whole broody-damaged look that can be quite threatening, well… you've seen it" And she had the satisfaction of watching his eyes widen dramatically, gulping nervously.

"Y-Yes I've, uh, had the pleasure" He managed to get out, nodding his head affirmatively, "You know… before you came to Beacon Hills I thought that the most threats I would get from Derek Hale would be to keep Scott under control or to keep my mouth shut about the whole 'werewolf' thing… and I could deal with that… _just_, but uh, knowing that he knows we had sex makes me want to avoid him at all costs for a very, very long time" Stiles ranted, twisting his head around to give her a meaningful look, "Do you not feel like that? That it's gonna get… awkward?"

"Not really" Kayla shrugged, "But then again this is me we're talking about, the whole town could be watching us going at it like rabbits on a big screen and I would probably just thank them for their contribution" She smirked as Stiles choked on his air, eyes widening.

"And I dunno why you would feel awkward around Derek… it wasn't like he, oh I dunno… walked in on us about to have a hole in one" she smirked, loving the look that spread across Stiles' face when he got embarrassed, mortified and slightly disturbed all in one. And she was rewarded when he did that exact same expression – his face screwed up slightly and his mouth opened, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head quickly.

"And that is certainly never gonna happen again" She saw Stiles shiver, "It was bad enough when he bought those condoms-"

"Something that I'm sure you're thankful for now, huh?" She grinned, biting the inside of her bottom lip to stop from bursting into hysterical laughter because, wow, she really had no shame huh?

"Well… _yeah_" Stiles scoffed, his eyes glazing over slightly before he snapped out of his daydream, quickly shaking his head, "_No_" He exclaimed, "Well… I mean yeah but in the no sense, you get me?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow, looking at her inquisitively.

"Oh totally" She smirked, amusement written all over her face.

"But what I'm trying to say is the condoms was bad, the trying to give me 'the talk' made me want to die and then there was the whole threat about not being ready to be a grandpa… all of that combined with my own dad, who used to give me bubble baths and read me bedtime stories, seeing us in _that way_… it was just…" He trailed off, face screwing up again in that incredibly adorable way again before letting out a 'eurgh' noise, whipping his head back and forth, "Oh my god I can never face my dad again, quick, pack your bags, we're leaving" He rushed out, panic written all over his face, "I have no idea where, maybe Argentina? No, wait, New Zealand is supposed to be great this time of year, we can put all our money into a Switzerland bank account and move to New Zealand – it's perfect, it doesn't share any borders and my dad would never think of looking for us there… this is _perfect_" Stiles exclaimed, "And if things get a little tight then we can just rob a bank, your flexibility combined with my criminal know how we would be unstoppable… we could be tag team assassins and-"

"Stiles, stop" She interrupted with a laugh, sitting up to grab his hands to prevent him from running about in a frenzy and probably toppling over the edge of the Grand Canyon, "I think you may be getting a _little_ ahead of yourself huh?" She smirked and watched as Stiles let out a long breath, his panicked eyes meeting hers, "And anyway, I was talking to your dad after that little 'incident' and he was totally cool with everything… it was like it never happened" She shrugged and watched as Stiles seemed to deflate, a thankful look making its way to his face, "Of course, that was until I let slip we used the handcuffs and then it got a _tad_ awkward-" cue the dramatic wide eyed stare "-But the water has settled now, it's fine, not awkward at all" She tried to assure him but Stiles was not taking on board anything of what she had said.

"That's it, we're moving to New Zealand and getting two dogs, obtaining fake identities and never ever stepping foot in America _again_" He exclaimed, whole body fidgety and jittery and Kayla just smiled, his adorableness reaching sky high levels by now.

"_Stiles_, relax" She chuckled, "I don't know about you but turning into teenage runaways was never on my to-do list… now, getting you to do a private sexy dance on a pole _is, _maybe even a little roleplay-" She was sure Stiles' eyes should've popped out by now, "-But running away? Doesn't reach my top ten yet" She smirked playfully, pulling him back down to sit next to her.

"T-Ten? You have… have ten top things on your…? Wow" He let out a long breath, eyes glazing over.

"Sure, I can get creative" She winked, "But my point is… so what" She shrugged "Derek is actually beginning to step foot in this era and accept 'us' and your dad is a pretty darn cool father… there's honestly nothing to worry about, certainly nothing worth warranting moving to another country" She gave a small lip quirk in his direction.

"So, uh, this list…" He started off hesitantly, "Does it require me to dress up in say… badass leather costumes or…?" He raised his eyebrows expectantly, caramel brown eyes staring at her dead in the eye.

"Maybe" She smirked, "But that will only happen if you agree to not runaway to New Zealand and open an illegal bank account in Switzerland" She smirked, "Because I may have already done that – the bank account thing, not the New Zealand thing" Stiles just raised his eyebrows in shock, "What? There's no harm in having a back-up plan for a rainy day so… deal?"

"One hundred percent" Stiles immediately replied, nodding his head and, wow, that was quick, if she wanted Stiles to agree to something _that_ quickly all she had to do was bring up her list… huh, she was definitely going to remember that, "Cos, I mean, you're right… it's just sex… no big deal" Stiles shrugged even though Kayla could clearly see he still looked somewhat freaked out and nervous, "Just… as long as we keep the doors locked next time, yeah?"

"Sure" She chuckled, poking his side playfully, "Glad we could come to an arrangement"

Stiles just responded by pulling her down so her head was resting on his stomach, him lying out straight and her the opposite so they made a giant 'T' shape, "But, uh… this list you have… is there any chance you could, uh, divulge the top secret information or…?"

"Nah" She shrugged, "That would destroy the mystery of it all, and anyway, your 'cliché' list is a secret-"

"I told you some of the things on there though" Stiles interrupted.

"-Okay, _partly_ a secret so it's a two way street – you have your list, I have mine" She smirked, leaning into Stiles' touch as his free hand worked its way into her long hair, softly playing with the tendrils like he usually always did when they were in close proximity with each other.

"Fine, fine" Stiles relented though Kayla could tell by his slightly higher pitched voice than normal that he wasn't going to let this go, his curiosity _would_ get the better of him, "I'll let it go" Wait for it… "For now" see? She was right! Damn, she should be like a physic or something.

"Stiles?" She asked, her voice quiet and soft as she kept her gaze on the dark sky above.

"Yeah?" He responded, fingers continuing to run through her hair gently and, if her sense of touch was right, she was sure he was braiding some strands of her hair together.

"You know… when Isaac gets cleared off this murder charge both him _and_ Erica will be like a tag team at school and, as much as I try, my self-control sucks… do you think everything will be okay or…?" She asked somewhat hesitantly and, from her position of her head lying on his stomach, she felt Stiles tense up when she said Isaac's name and internally cringed – dammit.

"You know what? Never mind... forget I mentioned anything, water under the bridge right?" She chuckled uncomfortably, "Anymore profiteroles left?" She asked, just for a different topic of conversation and sat up, leaning forward to rake through all the boxes of picnic food Stiles had brought along.

"Kayla" Stiles called out, his hands resting on her arms from behind, "It's okay… we talked about this remember? Water under the bridge" He confirmed, "I mean… it's not like I still don't want to throw that _douche_ off the nearest building but we can talk about Erica and… _Isaac _without any awkwardness" He shrugged and Kayla just turned her head to the side so she could see him properly and raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Then why did your eye twitch when you said Isaac's-"another twitch "name?"

"It didn't" Stiles shook his head, "_Isaac_-" cue another eye twitch "is someone that I totally don't feel jealous and envious of, not at all"

"It did it again" Kayla pointed out, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes to focus on Stiles, "Isaac" His eye twitched again, "Isaac" and again, "Isaac" _and_ again.

"Hold on a minute" Kayla hummed, her brain in full thinking mode, "Are you _actually _jealous and envious of him?" She asked, stunned, "Because you really shouldn't be, I mean… have you _seen him_?" She exclaimed, scoffing.

"Yes, unfortunately" Stiles said, "Hence why I might be a bit jealous… damn those perfect cheekbones" He cursed, shaking his head and Kayla just gave a small smile, her hand reaching up to rest on the side of his cheek.

"And have you seen you? Because you don't give yourself enough credit that's for sure Stilinski" She gave a soft smile, looking into his innocent eyes, "You're a hundred times better than Isaac-" And this time there was no eye twitch, thank god, "or any other hormonal teenage boy, you know why?" And he shook his head back cluelessly, "Because you're the least selfish person I know, the most caring and by far the best entertainer" her thumb gently stroking the skin on his cheek, "And, so what, you don't have super human strength or the ability to turn into a glowing eyed supernatural creature… you have something way better and more unique than that… because you're _Stiles Stilinski, _you don't need to be anything else, I don't need you to be anything else, certainly not someone like 'Isaac Lahey' who is like a… a… a lobster" She exclaimed, "All talk up front but, when push comes to shove, doesn't have enough balls to go straight for the kill, instead can only scuttle sideways… okay…rubbish analogy but you get my point right?" She chuckled, watching as Stiles' eyes brightened up.

"It was a pretty rubbish analogy" Stiles agreed, giving her a lopsided smile.

"Yeah it was" She agreed, a grin spreading over her face, "But, seriously, you're about as close to perfection as someone can get and all of 'this'" She pointed behind her to the Grand Canyon, still touched by what Stiles had done, "Is way better than some stupid gummy ring and an underage marriage proposal" She shrugged, taking her hand away from his cheek and placing it back on her lap.

"Wait… what gummy ring and underage marriage proposal?" Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "Did Isaac…. What? I'm very confused right now"

"Um…" Kayla mumbled, internally cursing herself, "Yeahhhh… I may have forgotten to tell you that Isaac and I kinda knew each other before you and I met… like… eight years prior" She explained, watching as his eyes widened, "But if it's any consolation my math skills put that at about the time you starting obsessing over Lydia so, ya know… ya know" She shrugged, biting her lip.

"Oh" Stiles shrugged, "Oh, that's uh… that's great" He tried to smile but it came out as more of a grimace, "I mean… it wasn't like I had the idea in my head that I saw you first or anything… nope… well… that's fantastic"

Kayla just hid a smile by chewing the inside of her cheek because, wow, was Stiles jealous that Isaac spoke with her first when they were kids? A tad possessive but…whatever.

"Stiles" She gave a small smile, leaning forward to meet his gaze, "I had been to Beacon Hills before, I had family here… why do you think my mom decided to move here from Louisiana? Because of the amazingly sparkling murder rates? But, if it's any consolation, I do wish I had met with you before… I bet young Scott and you were right little delinquents to hang around with" She gave a small smirk, "And about seeing me first… on the way to school on my first day I passed eleven students, three teachers, six strangers and because Scott was sitting in front of you in English I kinda saw him first" She shrugged before realising how that sounded, "But not in the sexy way or anything… you took that trophy" She reassured, plastering a smile across her face.

"Really?" Stiles grinned, a hopeful look on his face, "Even… even back then when Scott and I manhandled you out into the corridor?" And she nodded, "Even when you called me an ass to Derek?" And Kayla smirked but still nodded, "And-and even when you overheard me telling Scott I had a sex dream about you?" And Kayla gave a small laugh, but still nodded all the same.

"Does that make you feel better?" She asked light-heartedly and Stiles nodded back, another smile finding its way to his face.

"Definitely" He exclaimed, "I mean… who cares who saw you first, it wasn't like anyone had dibs on you" He scoffed, shaking his head and Kayla just waited for the inevitable really because this _was_ Stiles after all, "Though-I-do-call-dibs" He rushed out, giving her a wide eyed look.

"Of course you do" She smirked, "Even though when I kissed you for the first time you ran away like your pants were on fire" And, as soon as she said that, Stiles let out a triumphant noise.

"AHA… so you admit… it was _you_ that kissed _me_" He exclaimed, pointing a dramatic finger in her face, "a-HA, this is proof, you _just_ said it"

"Dammit" Kayla muttered under her breath, shaking her head because that came out wrong, "I meant when 'we' first kissed, not when 'I' first kissed you… don't think you're going to trip me up that easily"

"But… but… no" Stiles shook his head wildly, "I mean, c'mon, you're like the queen of confidence, even when we had only known each other for a little bit you mentioned 'hot wild sex' to your mom and went as far as saying when you were drunk that brown eyed people are the best in bed-"

"-Something which I still stick to" She winked at him, a playful smirk plastered on her face.

"-So, _obviously_, it was you that initiated it" Stiles finished before giving her a proud smile, "Huh… that's a nice compliment, thanks"

"Gonna have to disagree with you lover-boy" She shrugged, "Sorry but _you_ came onto _me_… that's the truth"

"Nu-uh" Stiles smirked, "Your lips were on mine before I could even think about kissing you… now _that's_ the truth" Stiles disagreed light-heartedly, an eyebrow cocked.

"Nope" She replied, popping the 'P', "Stiles, if we let it, this argument could go on for months… years if we're lucky" She chuckled as Stiles intertwined her fingers with his own.

"Then let it" He immediately replied, "It would be a good story for Scott to tell at our wedding" And, okay, wow… that was certainly something she didn't expect – her mouth popped open and her eyes widened slightly, her breath getting stuck in her throat.

"Um… _what_?" She managed to get out, a shocked look working its way to her face, "What-what-what-what wedding? You mean… you mean at someone else's wedding right? A way to break the ice?" She asked hopefully, keeping her gaze fixated on Stiles.

"T-T-Totally" Stiles stuttered, nodding his head jittery, "It was just a slip of the tongue… probably at Scott and Allison's wedding right? I mean, those are the gooey pair, right? Right? Right!" He exclaimed, cheeks turning red, "No, not at someone else's wedding and probably not at ours… I didn't mean to freak you out but, uh, the other day when you totally shot down the idea of getting married it, uh, got me thinking-"

"Oh dear god" Kayla exclaimed, leaning back slightly, "_Please_ tell me this wasn't just some 'super weekend date' so you could propose? Please? Oh my god Stiles we're… we're _sixteen_" She exclaimed, arms flailing, panic soaring, "We're too young and your dad certainly wouldn't agree with that and Derek would go _berserk_-"

"-No Kayla, I wasn't gonna-"

"And if this is some jealously thing because Isaac proposed with a gummy ring when we were eight then, _please_, let it go – we were eight, he had a stupid crush on me and, did I mention, we were _eight_? Really nothing to be jealous of"

"Kaylz, you've got it wr-"

"And for the love of god what do you want next? A cute little suburban house with a white picket fence?" She exclaimed, getting hysterical, "Ten little crying, screaming, messy children running about while you go to some fancy, top notch job and I stay at home pulling out my hair and getting fat? Is that what you _really_ want? Think about it Stiles, think about it _really_ hard" She poked him in the chest, eyes as wide as saucers, "Because we are _sixteen_ years old, have you forgotten that?"

"_Kayla_" Stiles exclaimed loudly, a chuckle breaking free from his throat as he grabbed a hold of her shoulders, keeping her in one place, "I wasn't going to propose just… breathe okay?" He asked smirking, and Kayla sucked in a deep breath, relief coursing through her veins.

"I look like a right idiot now huh?" She breathed out, allowing a small, embarrassed chuckle to escape from her panicked exterior, "Sorry… I guess I just… panicked"

"Just a bit" Stiles agreed, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, "But, what I was trying to say before you had pre-alter jitters which is weird considering we are not about to say 'I do'… was… it got me thinking" He told her, "That's why I'm doing all this, the clichés, the dates, the 'serious' talk because I want to show you that commitment isn't as scary as it seems"

"Huh" Kayla muttered, thinking hard, "Then… I guess it's starting to work" She agreed, giving a small smile.

"That's all I ask for" Stiles replied gleefully, leaning forward to press a quick, chaste kiss to her lips, "So, how about we grab our jackets from the jeep, it's getting kind of cold?" Stiles suggested, leaping to his feet and holding out a hand to help her up, "That is, unless, you think this relationship is moving too quick to go get our jackets together?" He joked, a smirk flitting across his face and Kayla just rolled her eyes, accepting his hand.

"Ha-ha" She replied, nudging his side, keeping their hands clasped together, "You're just _so_ funny Stilinski"

"I know right?" He replied instantly, "Proper comedian I am" And they both shared a smile and, just as they both slipped their way down the rocky slope, the hairs on Kayla's arms stood up on end and, for whatever reason, she just felt the sudden shift in air… huh, weird.

"It's going to rain" She said suddenly, stopping just a few feet away from the jeep, her hand tightening around Stiles' making him flail backwards.

"Wha-? How do you know that?" He asked in confusion, tilting his head towards the sky, "I don't feel any rain"

"I just, uh, do" She shrugged, "It's like… I _feel_ it" She explained, "Crappy explanation I know but-"

"No, it's okay, I get it" Stiles interrupted, "I've done some in depth research on, well, what your ancestors are and that was something they could do… control the weather that is" Stiles shrugged, "Maybe this is something you can do now… read the weather" And Kayla met his gaze evenly, "And it's pretty darn cool… our own personal weather forecast" And just as he said that, the first drizzle of rain came before, like a dam being broken, it gushed down like a waterfall, the rain pelting down around them.

The rain was so heavy that it immediately soaked through both their clothes, the water dripping from their skin and it made Kayla's long hair get stuck to her forehead and, she was almost one hundred percent, that it now made her vest top see through… not that she minded but it was just an observation.

"Number seven here I come" She heard Stiles mutter before he swooped down, grabbing the sides of her face and pulling her to him, his lips smashing onto hers and Kayla just responded by her hands gliding up his torso before gripping fistfuls of his wet shirt in her hands, gluing them both together.

His lips started off slow and passionate, gliding over hers effortlessly, hands sliding into her wet hair and, gradually and gently, he walked them both backwards until her back hit the side of his jeep, keeping them both in place as one of Stiles' hands travelled down the side of her neck and down her chest, snaking its way down her stomach until it lightly gripped at her upper thigh, his lower body thrusting forward slightly, pressing her back against the jeep.

Oh dear god… was it possible that all these clichés were actually… nice? Because, between the heavy humid air, the wetness that made their skin all slippery and tingly and the feel of Stiles pressed up against her, it made her whole body feel alive and alert.

She let out a small moan, the smell of the rainy air and Stiles' natural essence was a great combination in her mind so she moved one of her hands upwards, gripping at the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

The rain continued to beat down, huge drops bouncing off the metal of the jeep but, right now, Kayla couldn't hear that – the only sound that made its way to her ears was hers and Stiles' ragged breathing as the speed of their lips increased to the point where they were both having a kind of… desperate and heated kiss, both gripping at each other like there was no tomorrow.

The blood was rushing to Kayla's' neck and cheeks, completely flushed by what Stiles was doing to her and it was clear that there was _definitely_ blood rushing to somewhere else on Stiles as he pressed against her even more, his lips detaching from her own and moving downwards to her earlobe, catching it between his teeth and… holy frigging god… damn him, he knew what that did to her…

"Wanna score number fourteen off your list?" She gasped breathlessly, her nails digging into his neck and chest and she felt Stiles stop the detour down her neck and pull back, giving her a raised eyebrow look.

"W-Wha-? I mean… really?" He inquired, eyes flitting between her and the jeep, "Like… now or now-now?"

"Is there a difference?" Kayla asked rhetorically, one hand slipping up underneath his shirt, feeling the rains' wetness resting on top of his skin, "So… do you wanna?" She asked, biting her lip to try and stop her body's urges to just tear those damn clothes off him this very second.

"You don't have to ask me twice" He rushed out, hands gripping at her hips as he leant down again, kissing her fiercely and exotically and Kayla didn't even point out that she did, in fact, have to ask him twice, because her only thoughts right now were, yes you guessed it, Stiles.

She pushed him back slightly with one hand, the other already behind her searching for the door handle and, while she kept her lips attached to his, her free hand pulled at his belt buckle, quickly unbuckling it and, in a sort of crazy frenzy, she pulled the jeep door open, spinning both her and Stiles around so he was now the one with his back to the jeep – couldn't let him be in control _all_ the time.

She heard Stiles let out a loud groan, his hands travelling up the back of her vest top as he pulled her forward between his legs as he sat in the jeep's passenger seat, lips urgent against hers like it was a life or death situation.

"Stiles, wait-wait" She said, pulling back slightly which took a _great_ deal of her self-control, "Back seat" She instructed and Stiles just raised his eyebrows in confusion, lips still slightly puckered, "Although I'm sure the gear stick and steering wheel would make for some pretty interesting times, your jeep is small enough as it is…" She trailed off, hoping he would get the hint that sex in vehicles could be tricky enough as it was, but sex in the front seat was damn near impossible.

He still just continued to stare at her, a kind of glazed look plastered on his face and Kayla just smiled, a laugh bubbling from her chest as she leaned forward, lips grazing his ear as she whispered, rather obviously, "I can do you better in the back seat" She smirked, pulling back to watch his eyes widen dramatically, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to form coherent words.

"Uh… um… uh… b-backseat it is then" He muttered, jumping down from the passenger seat and pulling it forward, giving them both easy access to the backseat, "Do you wanna go in fir-"She cut him off by slamming her lips to his, her hands eagerly sliding up his shirt as she pushed him backwards, causing him to clumsily fall into the back.

"Okay… guess me first" She heard him mutter to himself as she climbed in after him, slamming the door shut before pouncing on him, literally and figuratively. She straddled his lap, lips eagerly working their way over his neck, teeth only digging into the skin slightly to ease him into it, hands gently massaging the muscles on his torso, not really having control over her own body at this precise moment in time.

"Oh dear god…" He muttered, hands tangling themselves in her wet hair, a sure sign of pleasure, "You're… you're so… um…

"Needy? Horny? Turned on?" Kayla rushed out, pulling back slightly, grabbing the ends of her tank top and pulling it off her body, discarding it to the front seat, "All of the above" She muttered before going back to attacking-kissing, she meant kissing, his neck as her hands pulled his own shirt over his head, hands shamelessly feeling the subtle muscles in his torso, tongue swirling over his neck.

"What the hell" She heard Stiles mutter in a 'to hell with it' way, his hands desperately working on the button and zip of her jeans and she smirked, biting her lip as she pulled back, an eyebrow cocked seductively as she pulled down her jeans and underwear, throwing them over the front seat.

Somehow, in such a small and cramped space, they had both managed to not injure themselves… that was until Kayla climbed back onto Stiles lap, his hands eagerly landing on her hips as his head banged off of the nearest window.

"Ow" He muttered, screwing his face up and Kayla just laughed, her hands coming to rest on top of his head, unable to stop laughing in amusement, "If we were in the front seat you would've done that a lot sooner" She chuckled, biting her lip as Stiles tried to focus back on her, "You okay?"

He blinked rapidly and shook his head to focus better, "Fine" He muttered, giving her a lopsided smile, "Completely… and utterly… fine" He whispered, eyes trailing down her body before snapping back up to meet her gaze.

"I can _feel_ how 'fine' you are" She smirked suggestively, giving her hips a small rock, just enough to get Stiles going and it worked – he let out a small groan, throwing his head back in satisfaction, fingers digging into her hips.

"Want me to help you out a bit?" She whispered against the skin of his ear and she felt him nodding slowly, breathing shallow so Kayla just slowly climbed off his lap, hands hooking into the sides of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down over his legs and Stiles kicked them away along with his converses, eyes dark with lust.

As Stiles readjusted his sitting position on the seat, Kayla opened up his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and threw him up a condom that he caught expertly in one hand.

"My self-control only lasts so long Stiles" She warned playfully, looking up at him through her eyelashes and that soon spurred him into action – as quick as lightning the packet was ripped open and thrown away, the condom already in place and, before Kayla could appreciate the speed at which he went, Stiles had already grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, straight onto his lap.

And, just like that, was how Stiles' number fourteen was scored off his list. In a frenzy of clothes and kisses, not even caring that they were going at in a jeep with absolutely no privacy at all because, well, they just didn't care - as simple as that.

She started off slow, getting used to this position as Stiles' lips landed on her own, the feeling so comforting and relaxing as his hands rested on her hips, slowly guiding her with his hands – not rushing or stopping her, just… guiding, giving her a little helping hand and after a few moments she felt comfortable enough to move more drastically now that they were both in the right position.

She started rocking her hips back and forth as Stiles kissed down her neck , her fingers tightening around his shoulder blades, nails digging into his skin as she closed her eyes, loving the feel of, well, Stiles everywhere – on, in, and around her.

As time went on she increased her pace, keeping her knee's pressed tight against Stiles' hips, both of them breathing heavily, skin clammy with perspiration, a mixture of sloppy kisses and nail-digging clutches passing between them, the jeep windows getting fogged up with their heated breaths, she was even sure she may have left a few, uh, deep scratches embedded in his back as she clutched to him but it all didn't matter when those few blissful seconds overtook them both.

"Holy god" Stiles exclaimed breathlessly, gasping for air, hands resting idly on her thighs, "That… that was amazing"

"You're telling me" Kayla sucked in a deep breath, relaxing back against Stiles' form, "Mind-blowingly… awesome"

"Hmmm" Stiles agreed, moving her hair to one side, lips slowly dancing across the skin on her shoulder, "Legendary… definitely legendary" He muttered, still sounding out of breath as he lay back down on the backseat, pulling Kayla down on top of him as she nuzzled comfortably into his chest and, somehow, like a magician, Stiles pulled another blanket out from god knows where, throwing it over the two of them.

"Ya know… I think I'm totally up for that cliché list now" Kayla laughed as Stiles idly played with her hair and she felt him chuckle in amusement, a small smile working its way to her lips.

**A/N) Purely Stayla… thought you would like that. Ha. Anyway, please leave your thoughts behind, so motivating, and the next chapter will be out mega soon my friends – peace out **** xx Oh also, next chapter, Peter makes an appearance (gonna get a little awkward because of the whole sexy times) ha so… yeah! **** x :)**


	62. Chapter 62 - Family reunion

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine folks – a massive shout out to FizzWiss2011, WickedlyMinx, MacRieve Girl, msspicyjalapeno, suntan140, CupCakes24, IwillBeDamned, Luna888, lose-your-mind, PassionForWritingAlex, Reikon67, neverforgetme12, courtneyxWolf725, HeatherEnvy for reviewing, you're all awesome and to answer the question in the show I ship Stalia more than Stydia so... yeah, enjoy this chapter **** x :)**

If there was one thing Kayla did _not_ expect to wake up to it was the sound of someone chamming on bubble-gum… really damn loudly and she cringed, turning her head into Stiles' chest before holding herself up, looking around in confusion until her eyes fell on someone she did not want to see right now… actually, scrap the 'right now' part and replace it with 'ever again'.

"_Peter_" Kayla exclaimed in a hushed whisper, pulling herself up into a sitting position, bunching the blanket around her chest, "What are you _doing here_? I thought I told you to go away" She hissed as quietly as she could, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Peter just started to whistle, his feet thrown carelessly over the dashboard of Stiles' jeep, playing idley with his fingers, "You _did_ tell me to go away, a tad childishly I might add, but now I'm back" He announced, spreading his arms wide as he turned his head to the side to stare at her, his face screwing up, "Okay… maybe I chose bad timing to reappear"

"Oh geez, _ya think_?" She snapped sarcastically, twisting around so she could sit on the actual seat and not hover over Stiles, accidentally knocking his leg off the seat, bringing down his part of the blanket.

"Whoa… seeing a bit too much of that kid" Peter declared, an eyebrow cocking as Kayla just rolled her eyes, hands already searching to pull Stiles' blanket back up because, if he was awake right now, his cheeks would be flaming red by this point.

"Look… what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, leaning forward, "You're dead… can't you just accept it already?" She shook her head, furiously biting down on her bottom lip.

"C'mon Kay, can't we be reasonable-"

"Don't call me that" She snapped, crossing her arms stubbornly, "It's 'Kayla' to you not 'sweetheart' or 'daughter' or 'Kay', got it?" She whispered irritably, her eyes narrowing further just as Stiles stirred, throwing his free arm over his face as his other hand just tightened in her own before relaxing.

"Sure thing sweetheart" Peter replied nonchalantly and Kayla just gritted her teeth, knowing he was just doing this to irk her, "But, see this from my perspective – I die a horrible, _gruesome_ death and I reach out from beyond the grave-"

"You mean from under Derek's floorboards" She interrupted with a scoff, her jaw clenching.

"_Only_ to get neglected by my own daughter and see her shacking up with the town goofball – please Kayla… a little sympathy would go a long way" He continued on as if she had never interrupted him, one arm resting atop the back of the front seat, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"I have no sympathy for you" She instantly replied, knowing it was pure bull crap… she may say she hated him but, for whatever reason, she couldn't straight up hate him like she claimed… he was still her father, father not dad, dad's had to earn that privilege it wasn't just a right, "And you were the one that chose to come here, I didn't beckon you so you've only got yourself to blame for stepping foot in this situation" She waved her arm at herself and Stiles, "And he's _my_ goofball so just keep your remarks to yourself please and thanks" She added bitterly, subtly glancing down to make sure the blanket hadn't slipped like before, but it hadn't – it was still pulled up to Stiles' waist as he slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on around him.

"Fine, fine" Peter waved his arm casually giving a _very_ dramatic roll of his eyes, "I'll knock next time… relax"

"No, no, _no_" Kayla pointed a finger in his direction, "No, no, no, no-no-no-no-no… no, NO, _NO_" She exclaimed, voice getting considerably higher pitched, "You are dead so how about you stop haunting my ass till the end of time and just leave me alone… for good okay? No to dropping by inside my head, no to the stupid remarks and definitely a big ass NO to thinking you can just show up okay? No, no, no, no, no-"

"What? What did I do?" She heard Stiles mutter tiredly, his eyes still half closed as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, blinking blearily, "Wha-what happened?"

"Um…" Kayla gulped, eyes flitting between Peter who just lowered his forehead and smirked at her and Stiles who, bless him, looked like he was still trying to wake up, even going as far as giving his cheek a small slap, shaking his head to jostle himself awake.

"Nothing… you did nothing, don't worry about it, just go back to sleep" She replied, her voice considerably a lot softer than five seconds ago when she was practically shouting at Peter.

"Was it a nightmare?" Stiles asked anyway, obviously disregarding what she had said, choosing to sit up properly next to her, thankfully keeping the blanket bunched around his hips (something she never thought she would say…ever)

"Well that is the perfect way to describe him" Kayla muttered under her breath, watching as Stiles furrowed his eyebrows in this really adorable way, so she just shook her head, "It's fine Stiles, I can deal with him"

"Deal with… who?" He asked in confusion, looking around at the 'empty' jeep – well, empty to him anyway, "There's no one here"

"Does he ever stop talking?" She heard Peter ask as she was looking straight at Stiles and let out an annoyed huff, resisting the temptation to just slap him – not really sure if he was corporeal or not…she sure hoped he was because then she really _would_ slap him, "Or if he stopped trying to hit on my daughter then that would also be _great_-"

"Do _you_ ever stop talking?" She demanded of him, twisting around to glare at him, "Because it sure as hell sounds like you love the sound of your own voice"

"Kayla" Stiles said before Peter could reply, his voice laced in worry and concern, eyes clouded with concern, "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't, like, hit your head really hard when you were fighting with Erica did you?" He asked, leaning forward slowly, his hand gently running down her arm.

"He thinks you're a little bit crazy" Peter stage whispered behind his hand, eyes gleaming with amusement, "But you probably are so-"

"Okay, thank-you for the input" She snapped at Peter, sending him a fierce glare before swivelling her head back to stare at Stiles who just raised his eyebrows in shock, eyes flitting between her and the 'empty' front seat nervously, "And no Stiles I'm not hallucinating anything so stop looking at me like that"

"Like what?" He replied, his voice going squeaky and higher pitched, a sure sign that he was going to lie, "I'm not looking at you like anything"

"Like you want to drive me to the nearest hospital" Kayla replied, rolling her eyes, "And no, I didn't hit my head… that hard" She amended, watching as his eyes went to the size of saucers, "Look, it's a long story…" She trailed off shrugging as Stiles gently moved his hand to her knee, softly stroking it.

"We have all night" He gave her a small smile, "Because, in case you haven't noticed, we're nowhere near Beacon Hills… just us for the whole weekend"

"Yeah, plus one" She mumbled under her breath watching as his eyebrows shot up into his hairline "Okay, you wanna know? Here it is" She started to say, straightening out her posture, "And please don't have a total freak out like I know you're going to okay?" She asked, tuning out Peter starting his whistling tune again, instead just staring into Stiles' caramel brown eyes.

"I'm-I'm not gonna freak out" He claimed before his forehead crinkled and he had this kind of… brain thinking look plastered on his face, eyes glazing over, "I mean… as long as you're not pregnant right?" He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck and Kayla just gave him a blank look back because, if she was, _she_ would be the one having the total freak out before Stiles could even _think_ about having his.

"Well if she was I can assure you Stilinski you wouldn't ever be able to use _that_ for the rest of your so called life" Peter warned and Kayla just threw him a dirty look from the side of her eye, itching to just deck him to get him to _shut the hell up_.

"O-Oh my god… what… I-no, Kayla-I-I… are you… you're not…" He stopped talking, the words getting stuck in his throat as his eyes widened considerably, his face losing all of its colour, mouth gaping and Kayla just sat there, wrapped in a thin blanket, staring back unamused – did Stiles know anything about the human body? Because she was almost one hundred percent sure that girls couldn't tell if they were 'with child' a week after having sex.

"Oh yes Stiles, I have a bun in the oven, congratulations daddy" She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes but obviously Stiles was in too much of a panic to pick up on her sarcasm as his eyes looked about ready to pop from his skull and he stopped breathing altogether.

"Oh my god Stiles relax, I'm not pregnant you idiot" She exclaimed, "But I am stuck with someone who sure as hell acts like a child" Her eyes slid to Peter who just stared back, a cocky look plastered on his face, "Peter – Peter my dead father has somehow found a way to communicate with me from wherever the hell it is dead people congregate and he's here now so…" She trailed off, letting out a small shrug, "Huh… that wasn't as long of a story as I thought" She hummed to herself but that statement still didn't make Stiles calm down.

"He's _what_?" he cried out, and, if it was possible, he looked even more terrified and shocked than when he thought she was pregnant for all of two seconds, "He-he-he-he's here?" Stiles looked around quickly before, as dramatically as ever, pulling the blanket up to his chin, "But… but we're _naked_" He whispered in a panic as Kayla just smirked, leaning forward to whisper back a quick "I know"

"And it's _such_ a delight" Peter butted in dryly, "You know if you two could put on some clothes I would greatly appreciate it"

"No" Kayla snapped back, "You intrude in _my_ mind and you think _you_ can just demand things of _us_? Nu-uh… doesn't work that way" She shook her head before turning back to Stiles, "So… you gonna have that freak out yet or what?"

"He's not like… a corporeal ghost is he? Because I kinda helped kill him… and I really don't want to die" Stiles said to her quietly, worry laced in his voice.

"Trust me kid… that wouldn't be why I would kill you though I suppose it _is_ a contributing factor – thanks for the reminder" Peter sent Stiles a childish glare making Kayla roll her eyes and bite her lip to stop from making a snarky comment.

"Translate please" Stiles squeaked, eyebrows furrowing, Adams apple bobbing up and down.

"He said that wouldn't be why he would kill you" Kayla rolled her eyes as she stared back at Peter, "God… stop acting so childish and fatherly-like, it doesn't suit you" She told him bluntly, "It's called sex, s-e-x, why is everyone acting like we're doing the worst thing in the world?" Kayla scoffed, crossing her arms as she sat back against the seat, sticking her bottom lip out stubbornly.

"_Kayla_" Stiles whispered, "Don't tell him that"

"C'mon Stiles… look at us" She pointed to both of them with a smirk on her face, "We either just had sex or were playing strip poker and considering there's no deck of cards in the general vicinity I think even the dumbest person could figure out what we've been doing" She told him just about as blunt as it got, "And you" She turned her head back to look at Peter, "Seriously… just go, move on or whatever you're supposed to do, hell is beckoning you forward with open arms so, it was nice seeing you, must catch up again soon" She said sarcastically, leaning forward to glare at him, "Go"

"No" Peter scoffed back, "Please Kayla… this is me… when do I ever just go easily"

"You don't" She shot back through gritted teeth, "Which is why I'm _trying_ to ask you nicely before I have to resort to dirty tactics" Kayla shrugged, cocking an eyebrow at Peter in a way which clearly showed this was war, "And by dirty tactics I mean _literally_" She warned, sending him an unamused look

"Oh, don't mind me, I'll just sit here and… plot, it's what I do best" He waved his hand casually, "Carry on"

"Oh my god Peter you are so _infuriating_" She fumed, chewing on the inside off her cheek as a form of self-restraint, "_Go away_"

"Ways to kill Stiles Stilinski… you got a notepad sweetheart, I have a feeling this is going to be _l-ooong_ list" And Kayla just narrowed her eyes because, holy frigging god, what was it with the males in her family being so bloody over-bearing?

"You want to stay? Fine" She shrugged, watching as Stiles' eyes widened, "You'll just have to hear Stiles and I having extremely hot, rough sex" She bluffed because, ew, of course she wasn't going to do that in front of him but she hoped Peter would take that threat seriously.

"You wouldn't" Peter scoffed, obviously completely amused by her threat just as Stiles said really, really loudly, "We're not, _we're not"_ looking towards where he assumed Peter was with wide eyes.

"Wouldn't I?" She retaliated, "Guess you better just leave before you have to find out then"

"Kayla" Peter sighed, "As much as I know you're going to hate to admit this… you need me – I'm the one that was truthful with you before my.. '_Untimely demise'" _He quoted in a posh accent, giving a sarcastic roll of his eyes, "And… if you want to be able to control your powers then you'll let me stay" He bargained and Kayla narrowed her eyes, fists clenching.

"What-what is he saying?" Stiles asked cautiously and, when Kayla looked at him, she saw he had scooted back away from her so there was a 'safe' distance between the two of them.

"A ton of crap" She replied blandly, "And relax would you? He's not even good enough to be a ghost… you have nothing to be worried about"

"Oh, don't be so sure Kay" Peter interrupted yet again, "When I come back there's going to be father-daughter bonding, parents evenings, maybe even see if I can rekindle things with you mom" And Kayla continued to glare at him furiously, her self-control wearing thin, "And even though, yes, I admit, Stiles is better than that other guy you chose, any father would tell you he wants to, at some point, rip apart the guy his daughter is dating" Peter gave a really creepy and slightly sadistic smile, "It's natural"

"When?" Kayla asked in shock, "You're dead… there's never going to be a 'when' for you"

Peter just continued to stare at her, dead in the eye, "Please Kayla, don't patronise me now… where were we? Oh yes, right, truthful, powers, blah" He turned around, kneeling on the seat, "Because, pretty soon, you're gonna go all 'hormonal teenage party animal' and if you want to control it then you need me"

"I don't need you" Kayla let out, frustrated, "You're lying, all you do is lie so please, for the love of god, just… _go_"

"And the final answer is…" Peter trailed off in a dramatic voice, clapping his hands off his legs to create a drumming noise, "No" And when he said that Kayla just boiled over – why was he here anyway intruding in her mind? What did he want? Surely he knew she was never going to help him – _surely_. So, letting out an animalistic noise from the back of her throat, she suddenly just grabbed Stiles, pushing him back down into a horizontal position, slamming her lips to his before he could protest because she really, really, _really_ needed Peter to just get out of her head and this was the only way she could think of to do it.

"Kayla… Kayla… stop it, _come on_" Peter whined so Kayla just spread out over Stiles' chest continuing to kiss him harder and heatedly, Stiles' hands raised in the air like he didn't know how to respond.

"Kayla" Peter snapped sternly, "You can do that in your own time, just hear me out"

She ignored him. Of course. She threw a leg over Stiles' hips, straddling him, continuing to kiss him roughly as she heard Peter let out a growl and, when she subtly glanced to the side, he was gone… thank god.

"He's gone" Kayla said in relief, pulling back, sitting on top of Stiles as she ran a hand through her hair, "Jesus Christ… he's such an ass" She fumed, her hands coming to rest on top of Stiles' bare stomach, the blanket all tangled up after she pounced on him.

"A-Are you sure?" Stiles asked warily, eyes flitting from her to the front seat, "I mean… are you sure he might not just pop back and-"

"Not if he knows what's good for him" Kayla muttered angrily, "No, seriously, he is, I can shut him out sometimes… he only appears at random times when I'm vulnerable" She gave Stiles a small, reassuring smile.

"When did he last appear?" Stiles asked, keeping a firm grip on her hips as he sat up, leaning back against the jeep window so she could still straddle him, "Uh… when we were fighting and now just after we had hot wild sex" She explained bluntly, giving a small one shouldered shrug.

"Did he say why?"

"Something about 'wanting to help' – pffft, yeah right" Kayla scoffed, shaking her head, "And as of the how… apparently because we share 'a bond'" She quoted what peter had told her the other day, "You still sure you want to be involved with all this crap?"

Stiles smiled lightly, his hand reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear, his fingers dancing across the skin of her shoulder, caramel brown eyes sincere and soft, "Totally… I wouldn't have it any other way"

"Another cheesy one-liner" Kayla joked back, hands idly running up and down his chest.

"What do you mean 'another'?" Stiles replied, a smirk flitting across his face, "I'm not that cheesy" And Kayla just gave him a disbelieving look, "Okay, I'll admit, I can be a _little_ cheesy but, rest assured, I mean it all… we'll deal with Peter…_again, _don't worry"

"Oh I'm not worrying" She replied offhandedly, "Because if he keeps on with the snarky, bossy, dickhead comments then I might just kill him again" And Stiles laughed, his hands moving down to rest on her waist.

"And _that_ I don't doubt for one second" He chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip, a sheepish look plastered on his face, "But, uh, before that… I, uh… didn't mean to just…jump to conclusions and have a total freak out" He explained, giving his head a small shake, "That was stupid of me"

"Just a bit" Kayla agreed light-heartedly, "But don't worry so much yeah? As long as you remember to wear a condom everything will go smoothly… _ultra-smoothly_ if ya get my hint"

"But what if I don't?" Stiles asked, his wide eyes meeting hers, "That's a lot of pressure to put on me and I don't do so good under pressure – I get forgetful and panicky and tend to slip up and… and-"

"Stiles" Kayla interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder and lowering her gaze to meet his stare, "It's okay, I trust you" She reassured, giving him a soft smile.

"I don't trust me" Stiles claimed, shaking his head frantically, "Seriously Kaylz… if you didn't give me that condom earlier then I would've completely forgotten to wear one and then where would we be? Oh yeah, I know where – Derek out to rip my head off, Peter too from beyond the grave, my dad would hate me for eternity and so would you and… and that thought kinda scares me" He admitted, shrugging guiltily.

"Are you really that worried about it?" She asked quietly as Stiles gave her a sheepish look, his head tilting to the side.

"…Yeah…" He replied, sounding guilty for absolutely no reason at all so Kayla just sucked in a deep breath, her mind going through all the solutions that would try and calm him down, to make his worry go away.

"Well… I'll just go on the pill then… simples" She shrugged, not really all that bothered by it.

"But… I can't ask you to do that" Stiles said in shock, his mouth gaping.

"You didn't – I offered" She smirked, "When we get back I'll book an appointment with my doctor and get things rolling and-" Suddenly though she was cut off by Stiles sliding his hands into her hair and pulling her head forward, his lips landing on hers for a few seconds.

"You're the best girlfriend _ever_" He exclaimed, a thumb gently stroking her cheek, "And because you're so calm about it all now I feel stupid for over-reacting"

"Don't be" Kayla immediately replied, "It's actually kinda hot that you think things through… most other teenage guys just want to get all up in it without any thought at all… trust me, I know" She muttered the last bit under her breath, shaking herself mentally because this wasn't Aiden, it was Stiles… who, by the way, _actually_ cared.

"Wow Kaylz, thanks for that _amazing_ image… it was totally something I needed in my head at this precise moment in time" He said sarcastically, his face screwing up and Kayla laughed, her arms winding around his neck.

"Aw, is poor baby jealous?" She giggled, pressing her forehead against his.

"No" Stiles claimed, though Kayla could tell it was a complete lie, "Definitely not…not by a long shot… _really_" He emphasised and Kayla just smiled knowingly, biting her bottom lip to stop from smirking.

"Okay Stiles" She laughed offhandedly with a roll of her eyes as Stiles' lips landed on her neck, teeth only lightly grazing across her skin as his tongue swirled over the skin, soothing it.

"Um… what-what was I saying?" She asked in a daze, head falling back as his hands clung to her back, her eyelids fluttering shut.

"You were starting to talk about that Aiden guy" Stiles murmured against the side of her neck, "And I was totally not getting jealous… at _all_" He emphasised, giving her neck a few more pecks before moving up to her earlobe and… what? Was he talking? What was happening?

"I… I… because nothing says 'not jealous' more than a hickey" She managed to get out, "Because if you're really that bothered by it I could give you his number" She muttered without thinking and Stiles pulled back, eyebrows furrowing.

"You still have his number?"

"No cos that bitch Kate took my phone remember?" She asked rhetorically and watched as Stiles calmed down, "No, I remember it off my heart"

"You _remember it off by heart_?" He screeched and Kayla just smirked because, oh yeah, he totally wasn't jealous _at all_, "I mean-" He let out a deliberate cough, clearing his throat, "Why… why do you remember his number?"

"Good memory" Kayla laughed, "And don't worry, he's probably changed his phone by now" She reassured him and, even though Stiles nodded, he still stuck his tongue in his cheek like he did whenever he was jealous, pissed, annoyed or even slightly contemplative.

"Hmmmm… yeah, I mean… what teenage guy doesn't change his _phone_?" Stiles scoffed and Kayla just nodded her head along with what he was saying, even though she was waiting for the inevitable to happen, "He's… he's totally changed his number" She nodded again, "But, you know, maybe if you could just write it down… just for emergencies" He shrugged, trying to play the causal card, "Because I'm _absolutely_ not going to leave threatening voice messages on his phone, who, me? Never! Nu-uh… you know why? Because I'm not jealous… hundred percent _not_ jealous" He rambled, giving her this wide eyed innocent look and Kayla just burst in laughter, tears of amusement swimming in his eyes.

"Permission granted" She chuckled, tilting her head to the side.

"Good because I have the sudden urge to just rip this guys' head off, you know what I mean?" And Kayla just nodded her head, lips quirking, "Like… urghhh, limb pulling, body dismemberment, the whole nine yards" She just continued to smirk, enjoyment running through her veins, "And, okay, _maybe_ I'm a bit jealous but, sometime down the line when I get enough confidence, I'm gonna confront him with my friend, Mr bat, and rub it in his face that I'm a better kisser then him so… I totally haven't planned this out at all" he scoffed, shrugging, and Kayla just smiled, staring into his eyes as she leaned down, lips grazing against his own, teasing him, "And… and…" He trailed off, words becoming all stumbly and stuttery.

"Hmmmm or you could just kiss me - that works too" She suggested in a flirty way, an eyebrow lifting.

"A do-able point Miss Hale" Stiles smirked back, one hand resting on her cheek, eyes bright with amusement and, just as Stiles was about to press himself forward Kayla heard the most dreaded sound in this world – actually, scrap that, in this _universe_.

"Predictable" Peter said with a roll of his eyes, "Boo – thumbs down from me"

"_Oh my god_ you have got to be _**FRIGGING KIDDING ME**_!"

**a/n) hope you all liked this chapter and please let me know what you think, I'm already writing the next chapter and SNEAK PEEK – Sheriff Stilinski's parents are gonna come in next chapter and, oh boy, let's just say they're gonna assess every little nook and cranny in Kayla ahaha, awkward family dinner coming up! See you guys next chapter **** x :)**


	63. Chapter 63 - Derry

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine, A big shout out to CourtneyxWolf725, MacRieve Girl, suntan140, lose-your-mind, IwillBeDamned, msspicyjalapeno, Luna888, VampirePrincess11, PassionForWritingAlex, WickedlyMinx, HeatherEnvy, FizzWizz2011 and CupCakes24 for reviewing, you're all awesome, enjoy this chapter **** x**

"Well Mr Stilinski this was a very enjoyable weekend" Kayla commented with a smile as Stiles pulled into her driveway late on that Sunday evening, the headlights lighting up the house, "Apart from some, uh… unfortunate interruptions" She added, swivelling her head to the side to glare at Peter who was sprawled out over the back seat, eyes closed, head bobbing to the music that was plugged in his ears.

"Yeah" Stiles shrugged, a quirk of the lips playing on his face, "It was… it was good to get away from all the drama" He admitted before scratching the back of his neck and looking to the backseat to where he assumed Peter was, "Even though the drama seems to follow us"

"That's what it's like to be with a Hale" Kayla shrugged, "Drama basically twenty four seven, you sure you can handle that?" She smirked, giving him a playful nudge.

"I think I'll manage" Stiles replied, nudging her back, "If I can deal with Scott catching the 'love bug' and Derek's murderous threats nearly every single day, what's a dead psychotic father to add to the list?" He chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss to her lips, "Just, uh…-" He sent a cautious look to the backseat, "Try and get rid of him pronto huh?"

"Absolutely, it's on the top of my list, promise" She whispered back, a hand slinking around to the back of his neck, fingers splaying out over his short hair, "See ya at school tomorrow" She murmured, pressing her lips to his slowly, leaning forward so she could grip at his shirt with her free hand as his fingers curled into her hair, bringing her body closer to his.

"Okay, okay, you said goodbye, geez… separation anxiety much?" She heard Peter mutter and she just clenched her jaw, pulling back, screwing her eyes shut as a form of self-control.

"I'll give you separation anxiety… from your limbs" She seethed, glaring at Peter as she leaned over the seat, grabbing her bag and trying to hit him with it but, unfortunately, he wasn't corporeal because, duh, he was stuck in her mind like some annoying permanent marker so it just passed straight through him as he disappeared, reappearing just a second later at the other end of the seat.

"Tsk tsk" He tutted, wagging a finger at her, "Gotta get a hold of that temper Kayla"

"Not a chance in hell" She shot back, swinging the bag out at him again but, dammit, he was quick because he disappeared before it could pass through him again making Kayla blow out an aggravated huff of air.

"I think you're forgetting something Kay… I'm in your mind, I can anticipate every move you're going to make" Peter smirked that stupid, cocky, arrogant smile and Kayla just clenched her fists, breathing through her nose to try and control her heartbeat.

"Yeah… anticipate this then" She raged, throwing her upper body over the front seat, hands reaching out to try and grab him but, as much as she wished he was at least a _little_ bit corporeal, he wasn't so he just disappeared again, leaving Kayla flailing about like some kind of headless chicken.

"Kaylz, Kaylz hey calm down" Stiles told her, hands landing on her waist, pulling her back down onto the seat, "And what is it we do when we feel angry?" He asked, keeping a firm grip on her and Kayla just rolled her eyes at Stiles' attempts to help her cope with her anger.

"Punch their lights out?" She replied, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Good answer but no" He told her, giving her an obvious look.

"Count to ten and _then_ punch their lights out?" She expanded her answer, her hands just itching to deck Peter because, holy frigging god, how could someone who wasn't even alive be _so_ fricking annoying?

"Close" Stiles smirked in amusement and, for some weird reason, just looking at him helped calm her down… yeah, she thought it was strange too.

"Urghhhh okay… count to ten" She said dejectedly, "But lemme tell you something that's _not_ going to work…" and Stiles just continued to smirk in amusement, "_Seriously" _She emphasised, raising her eyebrows.

"Just give it a go" He smiled, leaning back to pass the bag back to her and press a quick kiss to her cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow"

"Okay" She smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll give it go" She replied, jumping down from the jeep, eyes flitting to the back only to see no Peter there – huh… she could've sworn he was there just two seconds ago.

"Peter?" She asked, sticking her head back in the jeep, furrowing her eyebrows, "Oh my god I can deal with this type of behaviour from Tabby because she's _five_" She exclaimed, turning around on the spot, "Look, it's late and I'm tired because _someone_ decided to play brat and keep us up all night so stop with the games" She said heatedly, eyes glowing in the heat of the moment, "Peter for the love of-ahhhh" She exclaimed, placing a hand over her chest as she turned her head and Peter was right there in front of her, "_Don't do that_" She scolded.

"I'm bored, you're my entertainment" He shrugged innocently, an eyebrow cocked and Kayla just bit her lip, keeping in all the scathing comments until Stiles was out of hearing distance.

Mustering up all of her self-control Kayla merely just ignored him, instead focusing back on Stiles, "Goodbye" She nodded her head affirmatively, hating how formal she sounded but all of her energy was focused on trying _not_ to rip out Peter's imaginary throat, slamming the jeep door shut and striding up her path.

"Awww come on Kayla, don't be like that" He whined, taking long strides to keep up with her pace, "I'm only teasing"

"Shut up" She muttered, leaning down to get the key from under the doormat, "Your voice is irritating beyond belief" She adding, opening the door and kicking it shut forcefully, dumping her bag and jacket on the floor.

"So is yours" He shot back childishly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Bad comeback" She argued, making her way down the hallway and flicking on all the lights as she went, "Obviously being dead messed with your creative side"

"Well obviously being 'in love' has made you all soft" Peter told her and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, stopping just outside the entrance to the kitchen.

"What's _that_ supposed to mean?" She demanded, raising her eyebrows stubbornly.

"You've lost your fire" He shrugged innocently, beginning to look amused again.

"No… I have fire" She replied, "I have a ton of fire okay?" She shot back, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say sweetheart" He mocked, following her into the kitchen.

"I'm _not_ soft and for god's sake _stop calling me that_" She demanded, glaring at him from the corner of her eye and then letting out a small yelp as she saw Derek sitting at the island in her kitchen, forehead all broody, eyes dark and mysterious, hands clasped together in front of him and, surprise surprise, he was wearing all black – what a shocker!

"Der" She exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing before realising she was still a little pissed at him, only a bit though, "I mean… Derek, what are you doing here?"

"Well when Stilinski didn't answer the first two hundred and forty six times I called I decided to call it quits and play the waiting game" Derek replied before standing up and looking around curiously, "Who are you talking to?"

"No one" She replied, "Myself" She changed her mind when Derek just gave her that look which said 'stop lying' because she wasn't really telling a lie right? Effectively, she _was_ talking to herself if Peter was in her mind haunting her ass till god knows when.

Derek just shook his head, obviously deciding to let it go as he walked out from behind the counter top, shoulders tense, staring at her dead in the eye.

"Um… was there a reason for the evening drop by…?" She trailed off, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Just wanted to make sure you got home safely" Derek replied and Kayla just nodded in acknowledgement because, oops, she may have run out on him the day before, "Well I'm home _and_ safe so…"

"Also" Derek interrupted just as she was about to walk away, "I talked to Erica and Isaac… they won't bother you anymore" He told her truthfully and Kayla just looked up, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as she realised that Derek probably knew the whole story by now, not just the first, second or third version, no he knew the whole gory details and, even though he put on that tough exterior, she could see sympathy in his eyes.

"Thanks" She replied, meeting his intense stare, "But you didn't have to… I can deal with them"

"I wanted to" Derek shrugged, brushing past her into the hallway, "And if your way of dealing with things is to initiate fights then… yeah, best leave it to me huh?" He sent her a smirk over his shoulder as he glided down the hallway.

"Bitch had it coming" She muttered under her breath, "But seriously Der… keep your dogs on a shorter leash yeah?" She asked and Derek just stopped at the door, whole posture tense.

"I can deal with them" He answered gruffly and Kayla just scoffed and, instead of having a verbal fight with her older cousin she just shook her head tiredly, biting her tongue, "Okay Der, whatever you say… don't let the door hit your ass on the way out" Well… she couldn't _not_ say something, it was in her genes.

"Kayla Hale _actually_ resisting saying something? The world _must_ be ending" Peter chortled and Kayla threw him a dirty look before beginning to stomp up the stairs, clenching her jaw, "See what I meant about fire? You've lost it"

"I have _not_" She exclaimed loudly, stopping halfway up the stairs, anger bubbling up in her chest, "Okay, you want the truth?" She demanded of Derek, not even caring that he didn't ask for it, "I don't even know who you are anymore – you're this power hungry beast that I don't even recognise as Derek… it's like you've completely gone against everything you said you wouldn't and I get it okay – you're lonely, you want to feel needed but there's better ways than turning a bunch of hormonal teenagers into blood-thirsty killing machines" She rambled, sucking in a deep breath after her rant.

"Eh… I'd give it a six out of ten… not nearly enough spark sweetheart, that's something we could work on" Peter commented though she ignored him, instead choosing to just continue to stare at Derek.

"You're wrong" Derek glared at her, "I'm better than I was and as for being needed? Maybe you're right… because it seems like _I'm_ the one getting dumped on my ass the whole time by people that I thought actually appreciated me so, yeah, you know what Kayla, having Erica and Isaac depend on me actually feels good"

"Is-is this what this is about?" She asked in amazement, leaning on the side of the stair banister, "That no one depends on you anymore?"

"Laura's gone, Peter whom up to a few months ago I visited regularly, trying to get him to talk is dead and you… well, you talk about _me_ being unrecognisable… have you looked in the mirror recently?"

"I have _not_ changed that much" She insisted, "So don't go and say that-"

"You have a little bit sweetheart" Peter interrupted, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"-_shut up_" She glared at him furiously, her eyes glowing emerald green, "And I'm sorry for growing up Derek, remind me not to do that again" She said snarkily, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"But you _shouldn't be_" He insisted, "_I_ had to, Laura _had_ to, you _didn't_ have to"

"Well I did, my bad, and it's certainly not something I'm gonna apologise for so… there" She nodded her head adamantly, her gaze softening, "And, as much as I wanna be pissed at you… you're still my cousin Derek… I still _need_ you"

"No you don't" He shook his head, "You have _Stilinski_ now"

"Bitter much?!" She smirked light-heartedly because, yes, these past few months she had been shutting Derek out, she admits that, but she still cared… what kind of sociopath would she be if she didn't?

"I don't sound bitter" He argued, "Because I'm _not_ bitter"

"_Suuuuuure_" She drawled out, rolling her eyes, "Look… you wanna order take out?" She asked suddenly, raising her eyebrows at Derek.

"It's like… midnight" He screwed his face up in a way which clearly said 'you're nuts'.

"I know a place" She replied vaguely, shrugging her shoulders, "That is if your guard dogs can keep themselves under control for a few hours more?" She smirked, jumping off the last step and sending him an amused look.

Derek just stared back for a few seconds, a calculating look plastered on his face, probably listening to her heartbeat to see if she had another agenda but, hand on heart, she didn't – Derek didn't let his emotions show often but when he did she knew something was wrong – maybe the whole Alpha thing was getting to him, maybe he really did feel left out but, either way, she was determined to get Derek back to his usual less-grumpy but still-grumpy self before sun rise because, pffft, who needed sleep? Sleep was for the weak.

"…Okay" He said cautiously, looking at her like she was off her head, "Did you happen to bang your head when you and Erica fought?" And Kayla just smirked to herself at the inside joke because, _really_, Stiles and Derek were more alike than they probably cared to admit, "Because you're acting… nice… with considerably less snark"

"Hey, I'm always nice" She argued back, trying to sound offended, "…Sometimes" She amended, "And is it a crime that I want to have a late scheduled dinner with my cousin?"

"Yes" Derek immediately replied, "Because you were biting my head off not thirty seconds ago"

"Details, details" She waved her hand, walking back into the kitchen, picking up the house phone, "I like extra olives but you just _have_ to be awkward and hate them so… no olives then" She summarised, nodding her head as she punched in the numbers to the local pizza place and, even though it killed her to have to physically say 'no olives' on the phone, she was doing this for Derek, she just had to remember that.

"You love olives though" He argued back, crossing his arms and staring at her intensely, his expression reading 'you have lost the plot'.

"This is hard to say… like, immensely hard but, uh…" She stared at him dead in the eye, her expression serious, "I… I love olives, yes that's true but… dear cousin… I love you more" She muttered sincerely, placing her hand on her heart before cracking a smile as Derek's rough, gruff, manly composure broke and he smirked at her in amusement.

"Just order the pizza" He surrendered, "And with extra pineapple too" And boy was he taking this _way_ too far.

"Damn you" She muttered under her breath as he continued to smirk because he knew, _he knew_, she loathed pineapples but, if he was testing her then she was determined to **not** get an 'F'.

"Okay… okay… no olives" She shivered dramatically, "And extra pineapple" She gagged, "You owe me for this Derry" She used his nickname that she used to call him when she just a little one and smirked as his mouth formed a big 'O' shape.

"You didn't" He challenged, an eyebrow cocked.

"I did" She confirmed, sending him a wink, "Now pipe down, I'm on the phone… honestly Derry… no manners" She teased as Derek plonked himself down on the stool at the counter top, shaking his head at her.

"I like pepper just FYI" Peter said, snapping his fingers in her face but Kayla just ignored him because maybe it wasn't _just_ Stiles that could calm her down… when her and Derek actually got on they _got on_, complimented each other… at least until they tried to claw each other's eyes out but just details right?  
>"Are you even listening to me?" Peter demanded, "You're eating for me too you know… and unfortunately my dead corpse cannot eat peppers… Kay please" Peter made his eyes go wide and innocent and Kayla just snorted at him because, wow… what a nerve.<p>

She pulled the phone away from her ear slightly as it continued to ring on, leaning to the side, "Peter… take a hint – the answer is no" She whispered as quietly as she could so Derek couldn't hear her and Peter's mouth gaped open, shock shining on his face and Kayla just smirked to herself because, after these past few days of him just appearing out of thin air – _literally_ – it was nice to see him get backtracked after all.

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><p>Stiles leaned back against his locker, his foot bouncing up and down as he waited for Kayla to arrive at school, glancing down at his watch nervously – he knew he should've picked her up after all but preferred his chances of staying alive because, on the ride back, Kayla had insisted that she didn't need chaperoned to school of all places and if he just showed up out of the blue… well… she sort of hated surprises.<p>

"Dude" Scott exclaimed, coming up beside him, "Where have you been all weekend?"

"Oh, hey buddy" Stiles clapped his friends' shoulder, "Long time no see"

"You… disappeared" Scott gaped at him, "Like, literally disappeared for two whole days… where were you?"

"Uh…" Stiles muttered in distraction, glancing down at his watch again, "Arizona"

"_Arizona_?" Scott exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing, "As in the state?"

Stiles just gave his friend a 'really' look, "No the planet - _yes_ of course the state… you did geography Scott"

"That's a long way to travel Stiles… everything okay?" Scott asked in concern and Stiles met his gaze that wasn't distracted or uninterested, he genuinely seemed like he wanted to know.

"That was kind of the point" Stiles shrugged, "Long story short – Kayla and I fought and then-"

"-Uh, I know that part, actually Stiles the whole of the English class knows" Scott interrupted, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Okay" Stiles just shook his head to clear his thoughts, "Well, then I kinda screwed everything up and Kayla relapsed for a moment and took a drag off-"

"_Drugs_" Scott exclaimed, interrupting again, "Wh-What?"

"Dude, you gonna let me finish or…?" He trailed off, a smirk plastering his face.

"Uh… yeah, sorry…. Carry on"

"And then she kissed Isaac and-"

"_What_?!" Scott said loudly, his eyebrows just about reaching his hairline, "I-Isaac? Isaac the werewolf? What-Oh my god"

"Scott" Stiles said exasperatedly, throwing his arms out, "Do you wanna hear this story before the end of the century or…?"

"Yeah, sorry, carry on…" Scott murmured, giving Stiles an honest look.

"Okay, so basically we fought again and that's why Kayla was uh, putting it politely, beating the shit out of Erica" Stiles said quietly, "You know… for telling everyone about, uh… everything" He said, hoping he wouldn't have to elaborate anymore.

"Yup, got it" Scott nodded, keeping up with the story.

"And then we talked later on, she ended up in hospital, I beat a guy to a bloody pulp and I asked to kidnap her and she agreed and... yeah… we ended up at the Grand Canyon" Stiles shrugged, "Now to come to think of it that story does seem exaggerated but I swear it's not" Stiles pointed a finger in Scott's face, making his eyes go cross-eyed, "That all happened and we're fine now… well, except from Derek probably wanting to kill me even more and Peter aiding him"

"_Peter_" Scott exclaimed, eyes going wide, a terrified look plastered on his face, "No-No, Peter is dead"

"Yeah he is" Stiles agreed, "He just seems to have formed a stronger connection with Kayla than we all thought… so how was your weekend?" Stiles smiled, nudging his friend because it looked like he was falling into shock, "Any big werewolf problems you needed my help with?"

"Uh…" Scott trailed off, "My weekend pales in comparison to yours" He finally muttered, shaking his head, reminding Stiles of a dog shaking its fur when it was wet, "Like… seriously… nothing could compare to that"

"I do try" Stiles quipped, "But seriously, where is Kayla? There's five minutes until school starts"

"Stiles, wait" Scott grabbed his arm, "I was just about keeping up until you mentioned Peter…. Please just… explain"

"Dude, even _I_ don't know" Stiles shrugged, "I know he's dead and all that jazz, he basically admitted to rotting under Derek's floorboards but, uh… yeah… I've got nothing"

"You didn't ask Kayla?" Scott asked in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"I did and all I managed to make out through all the scientific terms and theories was a part of him can still communicate with her because they have a 'bond' - creepy I know but that's all we know for now" Scott still continued to gape, "That was my exact reaction but sharing a nine hour car ride with a ghost I couldn't see and Kayla randomly shouting profanities into thin air I've kinda gotten used to it… Peter's dead, for good, he just doesn't seem to want to let go"

"That's still creepy" Scott murmured, his eyes glazing over.

"Tell me about it" Stiles muttered back, "Try having him randomly popping up after having sex… or better yet playing 'dad' and plotting ways to murder you, then it gets awkward _and_ overly creepy"

"Seriously?" Scott exclaimed, a serious look plastered on his face before he broke out into a grudging smile, "Stiles I… that's, what? The fourth time you've-"

"Fifth" Stiles interrupted, cringing internally, "Fifth time… my dad caught us in the kitchen, thanks for reminding me Scottie, what are best friends for huh?" He smirked and Scott laughed, his eyes traveling past Stiles before nudging him.

"See? She's not late… three minutes till the bell, isn't that a record for Kayla?" Scott joked and Stiles spun around quickly, almost falling flat on his face. Kayla was striding down the corridor, a slight sway in her hips as she banged her head lightly to some, no doubt, rock music playing in her earphones, wearing her usual pair of denim frayed shorts and accompanying that was, wow… a tight red vest top that showed a _bit_ too much cleavage but, hey, Stiles wasn't complaining… as long as no one else looked, her long hair falling down naturally around her shoulders.

"Guess that weekend did some good" Scott muttered and Stiles just nodded in a daze, his eyebrows raised in admiration because, wow, it obviously did and Stiles was just glad he could help.

"Hey guys" She greeted, stopping beside them, a pleasant smile on her face, "How's it going?"

"G-Good" Stiles stuttered, mentally shaking his head to clear his thoughts, "What… uh… you're okay" He muttered in amazement and Kayla just smirked, nudging him playfully.

"Uh… yeah" She laughed, "Because I realised something… I don't care, I never did care so why should I now? People want to stare? Let them" She shrugged, one bud still in her ear, "Although on the way here I did threaten to rip out someone's intestines and feed them to them so, yeah, I'm back" She smirked, "Hey Scottie… what's up?"

"Hi" Scott gave a small awkward wave, "Uh… threaten people regularly or…?"

"Daily" She answered quickly and Stiles just smirked, staring at her in complete adoration because that was one of the many things he loved about her – she could hold her own, "Oh, look at the time, need to go claw that bitch's eyes out… see you in chemistry" She smiled widely at them before turning on her heel, about to stride away but Stiles caught her hand, pulling her back.

"Kaylz… we talked about this" He smirked, intertwining their fingers, "No clawing people's eyes out… it's illegal"

"So is underage sex but you didn't have a problem with that" Kayla shrugged and Stiles smirked as Scott coughed loudly, scratching the back of his neck and looking away awkwardly.

"Okay… let me rephrase that" Stiles amended, pulling her in front of him by both of her hands, "Sex – good, causing someone bodily harm – bad"

"Not really…some people are into that kind of thing" She shot back, giving him a 'duh' look.

"Damn" Stiles muttered under his breath, "Okay, what about this… we try and keep you from getting suspended because the principle who, not only happens to be Allison's grandfather, but also a werewolf hunter who hates your guts… how does that work?"

"Then I'll claw his eyes out" She smirked, "Simples"

"Okay, Kaylz, I really don't think you're getting this" Stiles mumbled, placing his hands on her shoulders, staring deep into her eyes, an amused glint shining in his own "No fighting… what were the rules?"

"No punching, kicking, head-butting, kneeing, elbowing, throwing, poking, stabbing, shooting, impaling, pushing, shoving, breaking, poisoning, scratching or decapitating anyone" She reeled off, suddenly taking a big breath, "Did I get them all?"

"Perfect" Stiles grinned, "Now you stick to that and we're all good"

She let out a long sigh, nodding her head to what Stiles had said, "Okay, okay… I get it, no fighting, check" She grinned, "I don't have long enough nails anyway"

"The scratches on my back say otherwise" Stiles winked flirtatiously, giving her hand a quick squeeze, ignoring Scott staring at them like they were aliens from another planet – guess Kayla's blunt and 'no filter' nature was rubbing off on him.

"And I seem to recall you enjoying them" She shot back, smirking, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips, "Thanks Stiles but I promised I would talk to Lydia before class… see ya later?"

"Sure" He grinned back, "And remember not to-"

"-Piss anyone off, I got it" She rolled her eyes good naturally, "Contrary to popular belief I _can_ control myself" And Stiles just raised his eyebrows in disbelief because, HA, she really couldn't, "…Sometimes" She added, turning and walking away in confident steps, an aura about her that clearly read 'I couldn't really give a shit what people think'.

A few people stared at her, especially this one group of girls a couple of years older, stopping doing their make up to stare as she walked past and, just as Stiles thought that maybe she could go ten seconds without starting a fight, she turned around and sent them a dazzling, yet somewhat, sarcastic smile.

"Yes, yes I know I'm fascinating but, seriously, take a picture it would last longer" She then rolled her eyes and swept past them and Stiles just grinned fully, a proud feeling settling in his stomach.

"That's my girl" He muttered, giving his head a small shake as he shut his locker, eyes on Kayla the whole time until she disappeared around the corner, out of sight.

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><p>If there was one thing Stiles did <em>not<em> want to happen – ever – was Kayla to meet his grandparents. When he arrived home from school later that day his stomach dropped as he took in the familiar maroon jaguar sitting in his driveway – it wasn't like he didn't care for his grandparents, because he did… _usually_, but they could be over-bearing, and by 'could be' he meant all the blinking time.

It was always, 'What subjects have you taken?', 'grades?', 'job prospects?', 'girlfriend?', 'Have you not learnt to value antiques yet?', or the worst one, 'The Stilinski name needs to carry on dear boy, you really should think about pro-creating before it's too late' - seriously, he was sixteen years old, he was _not_ thinking about any of that stuff yet – except maybe the girlfriend thing of course.

Which was why when he went in the door he cringed, already screwing his face up as he waited for the inevitable… and he was right – not two seconds had passed when his grandma had engulfed him in her arms, smothering him with wet granny-like kisses.

"Dear boy… it's been too long" She gushed, stopping slobbering over him to peer at him over the top of her spectacles.

"Not long enough" Stiles muttered and she tilted her head forward, like she couldn't quite catch what he had said and Stiles covered it up with a nervous chuckle, "ha, yeah… _far_ too long"

"Son, it's good to see you" His grandfather clapped his shoulder roughly, almost making Stiles crash to the floor because his gran was only five foot four with greying hair and a fake, posh accent and his granddad was a whopping six foot three with died brown hair and broad shoulders, and both of them completely terrified Stiles because he never knew what they would say or do next.

"Uh… you too granddad" He mumbled, plastering a smile over his face as he shared an 'oh dear god' look with his dad who was watching on, his arms folded.

"Now dear boy, I'm not going to waste any time because dinner is on and I'm not getting any younger" And both his grandparents shared a high pitched screech – oh sorry, he meant laugh – "So, go be a gentleman and pick up your lady" And Stiles gaped because… no, this could not be happening.

"W-What? What do you, uh, mean?" He asked and his dad just cringed, shrugging in a way which clearly said 'sorry son, out of my hands now'.

His grandma laughed, playfully hitting his arm which, for a seventy something woman, actually hurt, "Don't be modest… gotta meet the future Mrs Stilinski"

"Oh dear god" Stiles muttered in terror, running a hand down his face, already beginning to feel clammy, "No… I mean… she's probably busy or… something"

"Nonsense" His granddad chuckled, "Your father said it would be alright" And Stiles bit his lip, throwing his dad a 'really' look.

"Yes and we're only staying for the week, your grandfather has a tennis match with Mr Fisher down the road… there's a _very_ large bet riding on it" And Stiles couldn't pay attention to what she was saying because '_only a week_?' oh god…

"So… go on sweetie… the quicker the better, every woman has a biological clock" And, frigging hell, could this get any worse? No, no he really didn't think so.

"Oh… no… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Stiles muttered, his heart dropping as his grandma literally pushed him towards the door, taking a tissue from her cardigan pocket and licking it before rubbing his forehead like she used to do when he was five – and trust him it took all his willpower not to bat her hand away.

"And be quick dearie or we'll just have to follow" She joked excect Stiles knew it wasn't _just_ a joke – they would actually do that - look for him - probably invade Kayla's home and make it their own – that was just what they were like.

He stepped foot out in the cool breeze, breathing in deep gulps of air because… was this actually happening? It was like a nightmare come true… he would take socialising with Derek _and_ Peter combined than this hell… oh god… this was going to get awkward.

Looking at his house and then at the street again Stiles just decided 'what the hell' and took off in a sprint, huffing and puffing all the way to Kayla's house – and that was exactly how she found him - collapsed against the side of his door, sweat running down his face, gasping for air.

"Stiles what… what are you doing?" She asked in amazement, bending down to grab his arm and haul him up, "And, wow, you're really unfit"

"Grand-grandparents… h-here" He gasped, grabbing her arms, "Now… want to…. Meet…. You… dinner" He managed to get out without collapsing on the spot, "Posh… scary…"

"Stiles I didn't get a word of that" She chuckled, "Wanna repe-"

But he cut her off by pulling her forward, not even giving her a chance to close the door before they were down the porch steps.

"Stiles, wait, what's the big emergency?" She asked, pulling him to a stop.

"Grandparents… dinner" He told her more clearly, swiping a hand across his forehead, "Family dinner"

"Oh" She muttered, glancing at him at then back at her house, "As in… a formal dinner… with your grandparents?" She asked and Stiles just nodded, tightening his grip around her hand, "And no… no you're… not getting out of… it" He warned, "I cannot deal… with them… by myself"

"I'm not ready" She made up an excuse, pointing down to her denim shorts and, now, tight green jumper, "Maybe we could reschedule?"

"No can do" Stiles told her, beginning to drag her down the street, "They're… crazy and if I don't bring you there'll send out a search party and never leave" He explained, keeping their hands glued together.

"But-"

"No but's" He interrupted, beginning to jog, "And I apologise in advance for the intrusive questions and comments they're going to say… they just desperately want 'grandbabies'" Stiles quotes what his grandma always said since he was ten, shivering slightly.

"Well they're not getting them" Kayla immediately said, her eyes going wide, "Stiles, what-"

"I'm really _really_ _really_ sorry" Stiles emphasised, pulling her up the steps as quickly as he could, "And I totally understand if you ban sex for… a while" He changed his mind mid-sentence, "And-"But before he could finish his sentence the door got thrown open and there stood… them.

Yes, that was how he described his grandparents – _them_.

"Hello" His grandma greeted incredibly chipper, dragging Stiles in through the door and because he still had a firm grip on Kayla's hand, she fell in after him, falling into is back.

"My, my aren't you a beauty" His grandma observed, taking a hold of Kayla's shoulders and twisting her every which way, inspecting her and Stiles just cringed, taking a step backwards in mortification, "I'm not gonna lie… I expected a blonde but I can work with brunette"

"Chestnut actually" Kayla corrected, her eyebrows furrowing as his granddad came over, wrapping an arm affectionately around his grandma's shoulders.

"Quick thinking too" She muttered, observing her with a critical eye, "Good posture… clear skin… bad clothing taste but that can be changed" And Stiles winced, sharing a 'holy god' look with his dad as Kayla just raised her eyebrows, looking like she was biting her tongue.

"And how much money did you waste on that hideous designer cardigan?" Kayla immediately replied, rolling her eyes and then Stiles literally saw her go 'oh shit' on her expression, "I mean… its… lovely" She amended, looking like the words actually physically hurt her.

"Why thank you dear" His grandma said, not picking up on Kayla's slip, thank god she was partially deaf then, "Rob here got it for my big birthday"

"She does love her clothes" His granddad smiled and Kayla just continued to smile even though she looked like she wanted to throw herself off the nearest building.

"Well sweetie" His grandma said before any of them could get a word in and Stiles covered his face with his hand, peaking out between his fingers, "I must say a nice pair of cords would suit those hips very well" Oh god… "A bit too lean for child bearing but doctors work miracles these days" And Stiles let out a silent prayer than the floor would just open up and swallow him whole – or better yet, his grandparents.

"And these hips will not be bearing any spawns of Satan anytime soon" Kayla told her honestly, letting out a shiver, "I mean, sure, we get _a lot_ of practice trying but that's all it is – a bit of enjoyable fun, no babies being made, none, _never_" She exclaimed and Stiles just let out a nervous chuckle because this evening was going to go _great_ he could just tell.

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><p><strong>AN) Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm trying to update as fast as I can – so please please review, they're so motivating and mean a ton and next chapter out soon my lovelies x :)**


	64. Chapter 64 - Is it an alien? Maybe ET

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And there it was again, Kayla's extreme medical condition that was spiralling out of control and probably needed treated _very_ soon – her lack of filter. But, in her defence, what else was she supposed to say? Someone who she had only known for all of thirty seconds already insulting her clothing taste and suggesting that she just lie down, enjoy the ride while it lasts and go through excruciating pain to pop out a screaming, demanding, annoying, alien-like little so and so... wow – and Kayla thought _she_ crossed the line often.

"_Okay_" Sheriff Stilinski interrupted, clapping his hands together, giving a nervous chuckle, "How about we get dinner started?"

"That sounds like a good plan son" Ron said, who she assumed was Stiles' grandfather, "How do you like caviar as a starter Layla?"

"It's Kayla" She immediately corrected, resisting rolling her eyes, "And, excuse the language, but what the hell is caviar?" She asked in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows, "Because it sounds like a drug that posh people take in their basement"

"Oh dearie" Stiles' grandmother, Ruth, laughed, playfully slapping her arm, "Don't be silly" She just shook her head as she walked away, "Quite a trickster that one"

"No, _seriously_" Kayla emphasised, looking up at Ron as his wife disappeared into the kitchen, "Is it like some form of meth or something? Because, hey, I'm not judging but I don't do that stuff anymore so I may just skip the starter I think…?"

Ron just laughed, exactly like his wife did, "Ah Layla, I like your sense of humour" He chuckled to himself as he patted her shoulder before following his wife into the kitchen, a spring in his step.

"It's _Kayla_, ya know, with a 'K'?" She raised her voice to his disappearing back before just shrugging at the two younger Stilinski's, "And did I laugh or something because I wasn't joking… what the hell is caviar?"

"Basically… fish eggs" Stiles replied, letting out a grimace and Kayla just gagged, staring at Stiles like he had two heads.

"People _eat that stuff_?" She exclaimed in disgust, watching the sheriff to see if Stiles was just yanking her chains but, judging by the shrug he gave her, Stiles was telling the truth, "Aw man… what's wrong with just ordinary fish and chips?" She grumbled as Stiles let out a nervous chuckle, walking up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders and steering her forward.

"Again I'm _really_ sorry" He emphasised, his breath tickling her ear sending shivers down her spine, "They mean well… I think but this dinner is gonna get awkward"

"It's okay" She replied, giving a one shouldered shrug as they walked past the sheriff, "As long as they don't start asking about my ovulation cycle then we're all good" She chuckled lightly as they entered the kitchen and Kayla just gaped.

The Stilinski's kitchen had been completely taken over – the usual wooden round table was covered in a shiny black cloth, candles lit the area and the whole countertop was covered with food and fancy dishes that looked more expensive than the house and, oh boy, this was not Kayla's scene at all – what was wrong with ordering takeout?

"Now Layla-"

"_Kayla_" She exclaimed through gritted teeth though Ron either didn't hear her or just ignored her, and both were quite plausible, because he carried on talking.

"-For starters it's our exquisite caviar served on a bed of salmon and leaves with a drizzling of velouté sauce"

"Say _what_?" She asked, tilting her head to the side because all she heard was blah-blah-blah.

"Oh sweetie, it's okay, you don't have to act modest around us" Ruth laughed as she pottered around the kitchen and Kayla just rolled her eyes, remembering that this was her boyfriends' grandparents and she had to be at least _somewhat_ civil.

"I wasn't" She muttered under her breath as Stiles kissed her cheek, pulling out the seat for her making her raise her eyebrows because the whole gentleman-chivalrous thing was _so_ not her but as she looked at Stiles she saw his wide-eyed look to the chair and then to her, basically telling her to 'sit her butt down right now' because his grandparents were watching and, when she looked up, she saw Ruth staring at them like Christmas had come early.

Okay, she could suck it up for one evening right?

So, taking a deep breath she sat down, ignoring the grandparents 'awwws' and 'd'ohhhhs', averting her eyes down to the table as Stiles took a seat next to her, their arms brushing together.

"I do hope you enjoy this Layla, it's my wife's speciality" Ron smiled as he placed her plate down first and Kayla just clenched her fists, letting out a long exhale.

"For the last time it's _Kayla_" She emphasised, staring at him with wide eyes, "K-ayla… K-ayla" She repeated as Stiles kicked her shin under the table, covering his head with his hands.

"What was that Layla?" Ron asked, turning around to stare down at her and, trust her when she said this, **all** of her self-control was put into not standing up and screaming her name in his face over and over again because _it wasn't bloody hard_.

"I said what, uh, what a nice shirt you have on" She made up, giving a small shrug as she saw the sheriff smirk to himself and Stiles look like he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

"It should be, I picked it" Ruth laughed, carrying the rest of the plates over as they all settled down – Stiles on her right, then the sheriff, then Ron and then Ruth beside Kayla and, oh gosh, why was she trapped next to her? Although Kayla was sure she was a nice woman she was _far_ too pushy and over-bearing _that's_ for sure.

"So Kayla…" Ruth started to say, picking up a miniature sized fork and, as delicately as ever, placing it into the dish of raw pink salmon and black, squidgy fish eggs - ew, "What hobbies do you have? We've tried to get our _googy-bear_ over there to start antiquing but I don't think that sits very well with him" And Kayla almost spat out the water she was sipping as she stared at Stiles, wide eyed.

"Googy-bear?" She exclaimed, letting out a small chuckle, "_Googy-bar_?"

"Exactly" Ruth grinned, reaching over to pinch Stiles' cheek who just stared back, unamused, "Our only grandchild… though we are hoping there's going to be more great-grandbabies running arou-"

"Hmmm hobbies" Kayla interrupted with a tight laugh, "Uhhhh… reading, not studying, gymnastics, kicking ass, not eating disgusting food… you know, the usual" Kayla reeled off, staring down at her dish like it was some daunting prison sentence or something.

"Gymnastics huh?" Ron asked, "I'm sure Stiles appreciates that very much" And Kayla couldn't tell if it was meant to be an innuendo or not but she sure as hell took it as one.

"He does" She answered truthfully and quickly, ignoring the sheriff's awkward look and Stiles' beetroot red face.

"Eat up dearie, I can assure you the food tastes divine" Ruth encouraged and Kayla just looked down again, her lip curling slightly because fish eggs? Really? She was not a 'fish eggs' girl – she was a takeout girl, a chocolate girl _not_ a fancy girl.

"I beg to differ" Kayla muttered, cautiously picking up a forkful of fish eggs and slimy pink salmon, her eyes already watering though, when she looked up, everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to taste it and trying to forget about the pain her taste buds would be in, she put it in her mouth, trying to stop her face from screwing up.

Yeah, 'divine' her ass!

It was a combination between being rotten, far too fishy and way too bitter and she gagged slightly, her fist curling around the seat of the chair as she swallowed the slimy substance without chewing anymore because… ewww, she would take Derek's no olive and extra pineapple pizza any day of the week over this.

"It's… just…" She shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand, "Absolutely _delightful_" She said sarcastically, pushing the plate away slightly.

"I know" Ruth gushed, "it's just perfection"

"Double pepperoni pizza is perfection, this is just-"

"Better than perfection" Ruth interrupted, "Thanks for the compliment dearie"

"No problem" Kayla muttered before letting out a dazzling smile, trying to act all flattering and channel 'Lydia', "My gosh, that necklace is just amazing… what's the story behind it?" She asked, her hands already curling around the plate as Ruth smiled, turning to Ron and they began to tell the story in a rush of words and, as they were distracted, she subtly took the plate and emptied its contents into the nearby plotted plant before quickly placing the plate back on the table and nodding her head like she was _actually_ paying attention.

"Hmmmm, yeah, totally" She nodded her head as the sheriff just raised his eyebrows at her like, 'really Kayla?' and Stiles just snorted, shaking his head as he, not so subtly, scraped the food into the trash can that he had dragged over.

"So… I'm sure my grandson has done some romantic things for you" Ruth commented, staring between them curiously, "Do tell"

"Uhhhh…" She shared a glance with Stiles because how could they tell them 'stories' of their relationship without dropping hints about the supernatural world? "Ughhh… I'm not really the romantic type"

"Nonsense" Ruth laughed, "Every woman is, it's in their genes"

"Stereotypical" Kayla shot back, trying to keep her face neutral.

"It's the truth" Ruth shrugged and Kayla bit her lip as she tried to control herself.

"Well, uh-"She looked at Stiles, "He likes it when I go on top during sex" She shrugged, "If that's not romantic then I don't know what is" And the sheriff stood up suddenly, his face going red while Stiles just groaned, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"I'll just dish up the main course" The sheriff announced, taking large strides over to the oven while Stiles slumped down further in his seat, his hand covering his mouth in mortification.

"That's not the right position to conceive dear girl" Ruth told her, leaning forward in her seat, "Back in my day there was only one way and that's the right way"

"Nu-uh" Kayla shook her head, "Because my womb is staying baby-free, I told you this earlier… you should get your hearing checked" Kayla rolled her eyes, fed up with all the 'baby' talk because they were sixteen frigging years old… maybe the grandparents had dementia or something, she honestly wouldn't put it past them.

"What was that dearie?"

"Nothing" Kayla sighed, nudging Stiles because he hadn't uttered more than ten words to them and why should she take all the slack? It was his grandparents!

"Uh… can we please talk about something, _anything_, else?" Stiles pleaded and Kayla saw the sheriff nodding along to that desperately, his cheeks still a mottled red colour.

"It's adorable when you get embarrassed" Kayla chuckled, smirking at him.

"You really have no shame huh?" Stiles asked, looking at her curiously with amusement glinting in his eyes, "I mean…" He leaned forward, "What's next? You tell them what I'm into?" He joked and Kayla just smiled slyly, facing his grandparents because surely he should be getting questioned too – she preferred avoiding questions about her womb and hobbies because, wow, intrusive much?!

"Did you know there's this thing called 'how long a guy can keep his-" But Stiles covered her mouth with his hand, emitting a nervous chuckle as the sheriff walked back over, hands full of plates, almost dropping them in shock.

"Wow… look at that, it looks _amazing_" Stiles interrupted dramatically, looking towards the food, "I mean… what is that? Fish?" He asked, looking towards his grandparents and Kayla just bit his hand, causing him to let out a small yelp and let go.

"Steak actually" Ron corrected, frowning at Stiles, "The best in the country"

Stiles just nodded awkwardly as his dad placed the plates down and Kayla smirked to herself because, really, the only thing getting her through this night was Sheriff Stilinski's and Stiles' reactions otherwise she would be out that door quicker than lightning.

"So Layla" Ron said, already digging into his steak and Kayla just clenched her jaw, knowing there was no point in correcting him, "Tell us about your family"

"Um" Kayla just shrugged as the Sheriff face palmed and Stiles cringed, "Dead… most of them anyway"

"Genetic traits?" Ruth asked immediately, no doubt thinking about her non-existent future 'great-grandbabies' and Kayla just raised her eyebrows because, wow, she wasn't going to let that go huh? The whole baby thing she meant – was she going to have to spell it out to her or what?

"No, arson actually… and _then_ murder" She replied bluntly, pushing the food about on her plate.

"Is your family on everyone's hit list?" Ruth joked, nudging her husband and Kayla just narrowed her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek because, no, she had to be at least somewhat polite… or _try_ to be at least.

"Yes" Kayla replied bluntly, raising her eyebrows, "And if you want any more information – google it" She insisted, pushing her plate away, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom" She said with a tight smile before exiting the kitchen because, wow, she tried to be nice but they were really not her type of people - _**at all**_.

And, after that, the rest of the evening went semi-smoothly.

She didn't lose her cool, there was fewer digs, the sheriff talked more and, hallelujah, only three more subtle hints at her womb being used for more than just decoration and Kayla took that as a success, well, at least somewhat a success.

"I completely understand if you hate me for, well, _forever_" Stiles exclaimed as they stood on her porch, "I mean… sometimes they can cross the line"

"Sometimes?" Kayla raised her eyebrows as Stiles shrugged guiltily, "Stiles, its fine, and if it helps any, it did force me to work on my self-control so we hit two birds with one stone"

"I guess there's that" He smirked, "Only six more days of them"

"How fun" She smirked, her arms winding around his neck as she took a step forward, "And, looking past the urge I had to just set myself on fire… it was sorta nice to do some normal things with you" She smiled, pressing her lips to his gently, her chest touching his, "You think you could spare an hour for just me and you?" She asked in a sultry voice, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"So you're not accepting my offer of banning sex huh?" He smirked, hands landing on her hips and Kayla just chuckled, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Never" She whispered, smirking as Stiles leaned down, capturing her lips on his, his arms winding around her waist as he pressed her back against the wooden door.

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><p>"Stiles" Kayla sighed the next day at school as her, Stiles and Scott sat at the lunch table – well, she perched at the end of the seat because she was supposed to be sitting with Allison and Lydia, "It's so obvious"<p>

"No it's not" He argued back stubbornly, "It's… impossible, you're just looking into things"

"Am not" She shot back, furrowing her eyebrows, "Open your eyes Stiles"

"They're open" He replied, "And guess what? Still not seeing what you're seeing"

"Geez" She muttered under her breath, shaking her head, "Erica likes you… it's so… '_duh'_" She exclaimed, waving her arms about, "Admit it Stiles"

"No" He replied back, folding his arms across his chest, "Okay? I mean… have you seen her? She's looking wow, what with her new confidence and… other stuff, why would she like me?" He exclaimed before his eyebrows knitted together and he stared at her with wide eyes while Scott just grimaced.

"That, uh, that came out wrong… I wasn't saying-I didn't mean… I wasn't looking at her… she's not… and you're… you, you're great" He rambled and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow.

"Stiles, how could you _not_ see them? They're on display for the whole damn world to see… even I see them, they're kinda hard to miss" She exclaimed as Stiles and Scott stared at her with wide eyes, "Also, just FYI, she's wearing a push up bra, honestly" She just shook her head because 'what guys'.

"Uh…." Stiles mumbled, looking at Scott for some kind of help but he just shrugged back awkwardly.

"Stiles, look… I may not be a 'girl' but even I'm not that stupid to say she doesn't like you… it all makes perfect sense" She explained, "She overheard Allison and I talking about, uh… stuff" She said vaguely, remembering when she admitted to Allison her feelings about Stiles in the girls bathrooms of the hospital, "And since then she hated me, why do you think that is?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Uh… I don't… know?" He asked and Kayla just shook her head as she saw Erica waltzing in, all hips and push up bra's, eyes roaming the canteen.

"Watch – watch and learn" Kayla sighed, rolling her eyes as she pointed at Erica and Stiles looked up curiously and Kayla just narrowed her eyes as Erica smirked flirtatiously, an amused glint in her eyes as she waved seductively and began to walk over.

"Okay… maybe you're right" Stiles admitted as he gulped nosily.

"_Thank you_" She exclaimed, blowing out an aggravated breath as Erica stood in front of them, one hand on her hip, "Hey guys" She greeted, smirking down at them even though Kayla could see menace in her eyes.

"E-Erica" Stiles stuttered, avoiding her gaze and Kayla just rolled her eyes, biting her bottom lip in anger because she was _so_ not jealous okay? This was not jealously… not at all… she was not jealous of Erica Reyes… **no way in frigging hell**.

"Kayla" Erica smirked, turning her body around to face her.

"Erica" Kayla replied civilly as the whole canteen got quiet, looking at them eagerly.

"Just a little tip… it's sad that you need your big cuz to fight your battles for you" She whispered and Kayla looked up, meeting her gaze, eyes turning furious.

"I don't need anyone to fight my battles, you know why?" Kayla asked rhetorically, "Because I can still kick your ass you home-wrecking bitch" Kayla replied, keeping her voice lowered in a dangerous manner.

Erica just laughed, rolling her eyes, "I guess we're gonna have to agree to disagree" She turned her gaze to Stiles, amplifying the whole 'flirty' eye thing and Kayla just clenched her jaw because she was not jealous… no, no, _no_.

"You know Stiles-" Erica whispered, leaning down slightly to face Stiles, "You really should just ditch these two and come with me… think of all the _fun_ we could have" She winked and Kayla clenched her fists, avoiding looking at Erica while Scott just stared on awkwardly.

"Uh… t-thanks for the offer but, um… no thanks" Stiles declined as everyone, and she meant _everyone_, watched them.

"You sure?" She smirked, tilting her head to the side, "Because I can hear your heartbeat…" She trailed off and Kayla just looked at Stiles as he gulped, shaking his head.

"Because you're slightly terrifying that's why" He replied, sharing a concerned glance with Scott.

"Yeah… sure" Erica said seductively, reaching a hand out and that was when Kayla snapped – now, when people accused her of being jealous she would totally deny it because Kayla Hale didn't do 'jealous' but secretly, inside, she was burning with a hideous, red hot jealous rage – primal even.

She grabbed Erica's hand, standing up to glower at the girl in question, tightening her grip around the bitch's wrist to the point where the skin turned bone white.

"_Don't you dare_" She warned, her eyes glowing bright emerald green making Erica gape at her for a second before she composed herself, "I have had enough of you Erica… touch him and you're dead"

"I'd like to see you try" Erica quipped back, ripping her hand from Kayla's grasp, "Really… I would"

"Be careful what you wish for" She whispered in a deadly voice, her glare hardening, "I mean it Reyes"

"Okay" Erica shrugged, completely unfazed by her threat "Because I'm totally scared of a freak of nature with a drug addiction… oh I'm quaking in my boots" Erica chuckled and Kayla didn't know why she did it, it made her sound like a total psychopath, but she burst into hysterical laughter, a manic note of craziness buried deep within.

Erica just furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking at her like she was nuts and Kayla slowly stopped laughing as she walked up to Erica, _right_ up to her, their bodies touching as she leant towards her ear, her whole body buzzing with energy.

"Well this 'freak of nature with a drug addiction' can do stuff that _pales_ in comparison to your baby teeth and manicured nails" She whispered, "And I'm just looking for a test subject to try my powers out on… and your name is on the list" She snarled before pulling back, letting out a creepy smirk as she walked away, a new spring in her step because Erica Reyes was _not_ going to win this one… not _ever_.

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><p>"You're terrifying" Scott mumbled as him and Stiles followed her up her path after school, "Completely… terrifying… you are scary"<p>

"Thanks Scott" Kayla grinned, turning around to flash him a smile, "And not to sound depressing or anything but my biological father _was_ a murdering Alpha… of course I'm terrifying"

"As long as you don't kill us in our sleep we're all good here" Scott mumbled, running a hand through his hair and Kayla just chuckled as she opened the front door, Scott and Stiles hurrying in after her.

"But that was jealously right?" She heard Stiles ask as she dumped her bag and jacket on the floor, kicking off her shoes, "I mean… that thing you did back there, that was because you were jealous"

"No" Kayla claimed even though it was a straight up lie, "I don't get jealous"

"Liar liar pants on fire" Scott sang, smirking, and Kayla just narrowed her eyes, hitting his chest.

"Tatter tale" She whispered playfully before facing Stiles, "nope… still wasn't jealously" She muttered, walking towards the living room.

"Was to" Stiles protested and Kayla just shook her head as she strode into her living room, skidding to a stop, her body jolting in shock.

"Mom" Kayla hollered, her whole posture tensing up as she grabbed a hold of Stiles' and Scott's sleeves to stop them in their tracks, her eyes going wide, "What the hell is _that_?"

And, in Kayla's mind, it was a perfectly reasonable question – there it was just… sitting there like it owned the place, large eyes glued on them in a judgemental manner, just oozing menace like it couldn't wait to inflict severe pain on its victims and Kayla completely froze, staring back in fear.

"Mom" She re-emphasised, taking a couple of steps back, dragging Scott and Stiles with her, "Why is that thing sitting in our living room?" She asked again, a slight wobble in her voice, tightening her grip around the boys' sleeves.

"Kayla relax would you" Her mom laughed as she trotted down the stairs dressed all fancy-like, putting an earring in her ear, "And don't refer to her as a 'thing', Mrs Austin next door wouldn't be very happy" She said light-heartedly and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, dropping Scott's sleeve and pointing an accusatory finger in its direction.

"Well call 'Mrs Austin' and tell her we've found her lost property, **quickly**, before it tears the place down" Kayla shivered, ignoring Scott and Stiles' confused glances at each other.

"No can do sweetie" Her mom grinned, throwing on her jacket and slinging her bag over her shoulder, "I have an important meeting and you're going to have to look after her"

"No way in hell" Kayla screeched, eyes going wide, voice filled with shock and stubbornness, "It's just… look at it… it's eurghhhh" Kayla tried to put her point across, avoiding eye contact with it, "I draw a line at looking after abominations"

"Kayla, it's a baby, don't be so dramatic" Her mom rolled her eyes at her, preparing to just waltz out the door and leave her there and, holy god, this could _not_ be happening.

"No, no, no, no, no" Kayla rushed out, shaking her head quickly, "It may be called a 'baby' but they're all just evil, _evil_ I tell you, you can't leave it with me, mom please" She begged, trying to channel her soft eyes but her mom wasn't taking any heed of her.

"I'll see you tomorrow Kay, love you" Her mom grinned, kissing her cheek on the way past, "I'll see you boys later"

"Mom… mom, don't walk away… _mom_, if you walk out that door I'll-" The door slammed shut anyway "I'll… do something" She exclaimed, running her hand through her hair as she turned around, eyes zeroing in on Scott and Stiles.

"Don't even think about it" She warned seriously, pointing at both of them dramatically as they both got prepared to scuttle away, "You two are not leaving this house while it's here, nu-uh" She shook her head, whole body tense because, holy god… a baby? How were they gonna deal with a baby of all things? Werewolves – sure! Lizard creatures – absolutely! Hunters – no problem! But a baby? Surely the world was ending because she had no idea how to deal with those pests.

"Uh… I've got to, uh… do homework" Scott supplied, shrugging guiltily and Stiles nodded fervently beside him, eyes going wide, "Yeah sorry Kaylz, gotta help my study buddy over here" He elbowed Scotts' arm, head tilting towards the door and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

"If you leave I will ban sex for… for _one_ week" She announced, widening her eyes as Stiles just snorted.

"Kayla, you couldn't go two days without, uh-"He sent Scott a sideways stare, "Without getting all handsy"

"Oh yeah? Try me!" She challenged, keeping her back against the entrance to the hallway, "Because if you leave me here to fend off that thing by myself then not only will I ban sex for a week and, trust me, I could go longer – nine months between Louisiana and here – I won't let you do that thing that you wanted to do"

Stiles gave an audible gasp, looking shocked, "You _wouldn't_"

"If you walk out that door then you'll know how serious I'm being" She warned, feeling all panicked as she stared at Scott, "And… yeah… I have nothing over you – _damn_" She cursed internally, sighing, "That means you can leave"

Scott smirked, looking at Stiles triumphantly who just glared back, unimpressed, about to trot his way out the door acting all swaggy and proud… that was until Stiles grabbed his elbow, smirking at his best friend.

"Not so fast wolf boy… I know some things that I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone else to know like, oh, I dunno… A certain female Argent for example" And Kayla chuckled quietly because, oh gosh, what had she just started? It was like a vicious cycle of blackmails and threats all over one tiny nuisance – or as some people liked to call it, a 'baby'.

"_Dude_" Scott whined, screwing his face up, "You promised you wouldn't utter a single word about that"

"Yeah, that was before my best bro was gonna just up and leave me with an alien" Stiles hush whispered, raising his eyebrows, "So… what's it gonna be?"

"_Oh my god_" Scott exclaimed, throwing his hands up, "Fine, fine, fine – you win" He grumbled, taking a few steps backwards to fall in line with Stiles, "But I won't be any help… I've never done babies before"

"Me neither" Stiles agreed, turning his fearful eyes to the baby before they both simultaneously looked at Kayla, both their expressions reading 'well...?'

"What's makes you think I have?" She asked rhetorically, crossing her arms, eyes gliding past the two boys to settle on it, her, whatever people called those things, "I avoid babies at all cost, in fact, they're completely terrifying" She admitted, gulping noisily.

"Well, I mean… it can't be that hard right?" Scott asked, trying to sound optimistic and hopeful, "They can't do anything" And both Kayla and Stiles just sent their friend disbelieving stares.

"Scott, buddy, take a long hard look at her and tell us what you see" Stiles pointed towards the baby, an arm slinking around Scott's shoulders as Kayla took a step forward, standing behind them because there was no way she was going to stare into its eyes – babies were dangerous. Period.

"A very tiny person just… staring… at us" Scott replied, but it sounded more like a question that a definite answer.

"But look beyond that cute façade and what do you _really_ see?" Stiles emphasised, his eyes going wide.

"A very tiny person… _still_ staring at us" Scott shrugged, staring at them like they were both nuts.

"Well, let me give you a little lesson Scottie" Kayla shrugged, standing on the other side of him, "Sure, babies are cute… I'll admit that but it's all _just_ a trick" She explained, linking her arm through his, "I haven't got definitive proof yet but I'm _pretty_ sure they're just some extra-terrestrial mutant using whatever freaky powers they have to take over our minds before destroying the world" and all she got in return was a disbelieving glance, "Okay, I'll admit, a bit too farfetched-"

"_A bit_?" Scott exclaimed, cocking an eyebrow as he swivelled his stare between her and the baby.

"But my idea is right – babies just suck the life right out of you, watch and see" She warned, shaking her head as the baby just looked at them with big, curious blue eyes, an innocent look plastered on its face, "By tomorrow we'll all be faceless, emotionless corpses heading into school, I'm willing to put a bet on it"

"Aw man…" Stiles bit his lip, "What are we going to do? Really?"

But before either of them could answer, Kayla saw the baby's face begin to screw up, a glassy effect shining in its big blue orbs, tiny little fists scrunching together and Kayla just covered her ears with her hands as it let out a terrible high pitched wail, the sound reverberating around the walls, the noise far more terrifying than anything any of them could _ever_ think of.

And they all screamed with it.

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><p><strong>AN) See? Fast updates! Ha! Well, I hope you liked this chapter, sneak peek – protectors come back with a BANG, quite literally and more season 2 drama so hope you all can leave your thoughts below, so motivating, and I will love you all – please please please review, until next time my friends **** x :)**


	65. Chapter 65 - The clueless trio

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><p>"Make it stop" Kayla exclaimed loudly as Stiles' and Scotts' shouts quietened down, "Someone, please, <em>shut it up<em>"

"Ahhhh, I don't know how" Stiles waved his arms around, wide eyed, "Scott's the soft one... make him do it – _Scott_, make it quieten down" He added loudly over the baby's continuous screams and wails, penetrating through Kayla's hands making her head want to explode – and it had only been going on for five seconds, what would it be like to deal with it for a whole evening _and_ night?

"Nor do I" Scott replied back loudly his face screwing up, "I haven't dealt with small children before, you have Stiles"

"_One time_" Stiles exclaimed, glaring at his friend for letting the cat out of the bag, "And he was asleep in a pram… not a whole lot of looking after to do" Stiles said louder as the baby let out a massive scream, louder than Kayla thought possible, "Hey uh… babe… you couldn't like-"

"NO" Kayla cut him off with a shout, eyes widening in his direction because was he _seriously_ using his pleading voice on her right now? No way, no way in hell, she almost always fell for it and was determined not to this time "_That_" She pointed towards the wailing baby, "Is _not_ my speciality"

"And what makes you think it's ours?" He pointed towards Scott and himself, "I thought all women are supposed to be, like, experts at this?" He questioned loudly over the crying baby, "Maternal instinct or whatever"

"Then it's buried deep, deep, _deep_ under my hatred for the creatures" Kayla shot back, crossing her arms stubbornly, her face screwing up as the baby continued to take a hissy fit with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"_A-ha_" Stiles exclaimed proudly, pointing a finger at her while Scott just cringed, moving further away from the baby to the point where Kayla actually thought he was going to escape through the window, "Babies love boobs and you have them… there, problem solved" He clapped his hands together while Kayla just narrowed her eyes at him for throwing her under the bus, "… I'm willing to share" He added, unusually agreeable.

"Well I'm not" Kayla disagreed, raising her voice as the baby began to emit these choked cries, "And if you continue to want to rent my body out just so you can get off the hook then they will be off limits for you too" She warned, watching as his eyes widened in shock, "Uh huh, I went there"

"Guys" Scot interrupted, walking between them, "As much as I love listening to you bicker over certain body parts… the kid needs something" Scott said logically, eyes sliding over towards the screaming baby, "And I would much rather she get it than social services knocking on the door"

"Oh it's a 'she' now is it?" Kayla questioned, cocking an eyebrow, "Well, since 'Mr big brown puppy dog eyes' seems to have formed a connection with that thing then _he _can look after it" Kayla logic'd, staring Scott dead in the eye.

"It's common sense" Scott exclaimed back, big brown eyes looking panicked, "We can't keep calling her 'baby' or 'it' forever – and anyway you're her next door neighbour, you should know her name"

"Well I _don't_" Kayla shot back, stubbornly avoiding looking towards the screaming mess sitting in its high chair – and yes, Kayla knew it was called a 'high chair', shocker right? – Tears still leaking from its eyes, "I hate babies so I tend to avoid them"

"Well _one_ of us has to do _something_" Stiles interrupted, walking up between the two of them, "Scott's right…isn't this, like, child abandonment or something?" He questioned and Kayla glared at him through the headache already beginning to form because, holy god, why couldn't the kid just _shut up?_

Well, surely, if he and Scott were so hyped up about taking proper care of that thing then it should be up to them, between the two of them Kayla was sure they would know how to change a diaper, especially after all the werewolf crap that had been going on. Unfortunately, it looked like the two was just as stubborn as her when it came to babies and Kayla blew out an aggravated breath because, wow, they were _unbelievable_.

"No sex for a week" Kayla finally said as she pointed a finger at Stiles, "Maybe two if I still feel bitter by then" She announced as Stiles gaped at her, mouth slackening as she strode over towards the high chair, placing her hands on her hips and looking down towards the nuisance, the cause of all this mess.

"Uhhhhh" She mumbled, not liking being this close to something so dangerous and cringe worthy, "Um… I would really appreciate it if you could, um, shut up" Kayla said bluntly but the baby, whatever the hell it was called, just peered up at her, bottom lip quivering as it let out another loud wail, whole face screwing up.

"No, no, no… don't do that" Kayla rushed out, hands flapping every which way because how in god's name could they shut a baby of all things up? It was damn near impossible – that and she didn't really want to touch it, she didn't want to catch the 'baby bug', that thing that babies implant in the mind of its victims to fall irresistibly in love with its large doe eyes and cute smile, nu uh, no way.

"Here, uh…" Kayla said, looking around the living room for something to give it, "Have this and stop fussing" She told it, 'her', whatever, quickly and carefully placing her car keys in front of it. For a second it looked like the baby was actually contemplating it, staring at the object with wide curious eyes and when Kayla thought they might all actually get some peace and quiet, it started crying again, a hell of a lot louder than before.

"_No_" Kayla whined, falling backwards a few steps, "So close… dammit child, so fussy" She exclaimed, banging her open palms on her thighs in aggravation because why would anyone in their right mind want one of those things for the rest of their life? Certainly not her and it sure as hell was going to stay that way.

"Kayla here" Stiles suddenly said, thrusting her messenger bag into her hands and raking through it faster than Kayla thought possible, "No not that" He muttered, flinging her calculator over his shoulder, "or that" dropping her pencil case to the floor, "_Definitely_ not that" He added, giving her a weird glance as he threw a pen knife to his left, just narrowly missing Scott, "Huh… that could work" He muttered, pulling a tampon from her bag and Kayla just snorted as Scott's eyes widened and Stiles frowned.

"What is this thing?" He asked, holding it up and dangling it, "Is it like some kind of… mini rocket or something?" He stared between Kayla who just smirked at him because, wow, clueless, and Scott who looked only a _little_ slightly freaked out as he cringed, staring at Kayla like she was some kind of alien – _god_, they should all be glad she had to use tampons.

"Stiles" Kayla said slowly, tuning out the screaming baby, "It's a tampon" She said, speaking as though he was a five year old and Stiles' eyes widened as he stared down at the object and then at her, the object, back at her and Kayla was surprised his head hadn't fallen off yet.

"It's a… a…but-how… it doesn't… what?" Stiles fumbled over his words as he cocked an eyebrow at her, holding up the tampon between two fingers, "Why… why?" He asked, "And what's this string for? And… it actually feel kinda soft" He observed, letting out a small shrug before screwing his face up and shaking his head, "Gah… it's a _tampon_"

"No shit Sherlock" Kayla shot back, "And you out of all people should be _glad_ I have to use them otherwise we'd be dealing with that" She nodded her towards the screaming baby as Stiles nodded slowly, looking slightly less creeped out, "Not so disgusting now is it?"

Stiles stared at her, swallowing nervously and Kayla just shook her head in amusement, "Gimme that" She grabbed her bag and the tampon from his hands, shoving it back in, "There's nothing in here that would even _remotely_ shut a baby up – probably just make it scream louder"

"Or make us all scream" She heard Stiles mutter to himself as he shook his head as though he was in a daze and Kayla threw him a glare.

"Okay, listen up you pair of sensitive **asshats**" Kayla started to say, making both of the boys gulp, "I am grateful for you guys staying, blackmail or not, but right now you're not helping what so ever so how about you just walk on out that door _I_ _mean_ _it_" She exclaimed, huffing angrily as her eyes glowed green and, at the back of her mind, she heard the baby begin to quieten down, "Seriously… _leave _I can deal with it just like I have to deal with everything else" She raised her eyebrows at them as they sent each other a nervous gaze, "Go – I'll phone Allison or Lydia, hell, even _Derek_ wold be better than you two" She added angrily as she stopped rambling, breathing heavily.

"Uh… Kayla…" Stiles said cautiously and she fixed him with a glare, narrowing her eyes.

"_What_?" She bit out, annoyed and aggravated at just about everything.

"I, um, I think she likes you" He pointed behind her towards the baby and Kayla turned around, raising her eyebrows in shock as the baby's eyes fell on her and began giggling, the tears now forgotten.

"Guess you're not as bad at this whole baby thing as you thought" Scott observed, giving a small shrug and Kayla just gaped, staring between the baby and the two boys.

"Why is it looking at me? Make it stop" She said, panicked, as the baby continued to laugh, its little fists joyfully bouncing on the table attached to the high chair, "It's creeping me out" And the baby just laughed louder when she said that.

"Kaylz" Stiles laughed, coming to stand beside her, "You're entertaining her… and she likes it" He observed, giving her a small push towards the, now, hysterically laughing baby, "Go on then… give it a go" He urged and Kayla grabbed a hold of his sleeve, dragging her with him.

"No… no… they're scary and creepy and deadly, please don't leave me with it" She hush whispered which only seemed to make the child more delighted as it threw it's juice bottle at them, continuing to laugh.

"It's not screaming its head off anymore… and that's because you're close to being bipolar that one moment you're freaking out and the next you're biting our heads off… she's laughing at you" He told her truthfully, giving her a small smile.

I'm bi-polar_? I'm bi-polar_?" She screeched, poking his chest, "That thing was all snot and tears thirty seconds ago and now it's laughing and smiling like it's seen Santa" She added loudly, getting all het up again as the baby let out another loud laugh, smiling widely, "Oh god… it's gonna kill us all" She muttered quietly to herself in fear, eyes glazing over.

"My point exactly" Stiles smirked, "Bi-polar"

"Shut up" She mumbled, staring at the baby with dread, "Fine, fine I'll do it just… don't leave okay?" She asked, eyes going wide in something close to terror, "_Please_?"

"We won't" Stiles promised and Scott nodded in agreement, both just… staring at her and Kayla took a deep breath as she took a step towards the high chair, her hands gingerly reaching out and hooking under the arms of the baby – whatever the hell it was called – lifting it up off the high chair as it continued giggling like mad.

"Oh god… oh god, oh god, oh god" She muttered in fear, holding it out at arm's length like it had some kind of contagious disease, "It's gonna kill me"

"It won't kill you" Stiles chuckled in amusement, staring at her like she was a comedy film.

"Maybe not" Kayla agreed as she sent him a sideways glance, "But if you keep on looking so pleased with yourself then I can see tomorrows news headline – 'girl kills boyfriend over hyperactive baby'" She muttered, narrowing her eyes as she saw Scott smirk, no doubt happy that he didn't have to take care of the tot, "'Werewolf slaughtered'" She added, "Sounds quite catchy anyways"

"Okay, please stop with the murder threats" Scott pleaded, his eyes landing on her, "Um… you've just got to… you know…" He trailed off, holding his arms to his chest, "Cradle her…" And Kayla just stared down at the baby that she was still holding at arm's length, looking up at her with wide innocent eyes.

"Jesus…" She breathed, furrowing her eyebrows, "I don't want to touch it"

"You are though" Stiles pointed out oh-so-helpfully, "Just… hold it like you're holding a cat"

"I am holding it like I hold a cat" she replied back sharply, tilting her head as she starting bouncing it up and down – well… 'bouncing' would be a gentle term for what she was doing.

"Okay, okay, hold up" Scott jumped forwards, stopping her actions, "It looks like you're trying to throw her through the ceiling"

"The roof would be more like it" Stiles observed, coming to stand next to them, "Trying to send her off on her first solo space mission are you?" He chuckled and Kayla just stared between the two boys, raising her eyebrows.

"Well… if you think you two can do a better job…" She trailed off as she spun around, keeping the baby a good arm's length away from her, holding her out for one of the boys to take but no such luck. They both jumped backwards as if she was pointing a gun at them… which, in Kayla's mind was close enough though she would probably prefer it to be a gun.

"No, no, no you're doing great babe" Stiles rushed out, plastering a wide smile over his face.

"Don't 'babe' me" She told him, slowly bobbing the baby up and down as it giggled loudly, almost shattering Kayla's eardrums, "I said no sex for a week so don't try and butter me up" She warned, cocking an eyebrow at him, "A baby of all things will _not_ soften me"

"Babe-" Stiles tried to say again, plastering that puppy dog, big doe eyed expression on his face but Kayla just turned around, her back to him because, no, nope, nada, she was _not_ going to fall for that seriously adorable expression – no way.

"No" Kayla cut him off, "So… anyone else wanna take her? I may look calm but I'm seriously freaking out right about now" She said truthfully, really really really put off by the way the kid just kept... staring at her, fascination showing in its eyes, "And I'm not your mom so stop looking at me like that"

"She probably thinks you're her mom" Scott pointed out but soon shut up when Kayla threw him a glare.

The baby then stopped laughing, her giggles fading to nothing as her mouth began to pout and her eyes closed and Kayla knew an avalanche was about to come – no doubt about it.

"No, no, no, no don't cry, please" She said, "For our sanity, please please please don't cry" She added, forgetting her fear of babies for a second, pulling her to her chest so the baby was staring over her shoulder, "If you start crying then I'll just have to kill Stiles and Scott as a form of entertainment and although it sounds like a lot of fun I kinda need those guys so… do we have a deal?" She proposed, talking to it as though it could _actually_ understand what she was saying, "Or, if you really want, I could just give them severe bodily harm if you drive a hard bargain?"

The baby began laughing again, its teeny tiny head banging against her shoulder in glee, "Yeah I know… sounds fun eh?" She smirked as Scott and Stiles just shared a nervous glance with each other.

"Uh… I'm not sure if that's the right way to deal with a baby Kaylz" Stiles muttered and Kayla just raised an eyebrow, "I mean… sure, you know, whatever suits you, you… do your thing" He amended and Kayla just nodded, slowly bobbing the baby up and down.

"Just be glad I'm even touching this thing… it's still giving me the heebie jeebies" She muttered, shivering slightly because, seriously, she was still creeped out by this… small creature that demanded so much attention and keeping, something that looked so fragile yet sent so many people off the deep end.

"Well… you're doing great, really great actually so I'm just gonna… head… you know, important shift at the animal clinic and all" Scott chuckled nervously, pointing a thumb at the door and that woke Kayla up from her trance.

"No you _can't_" She claimed, trying to keep her voice lowered as the baby clung to her, "Uh… it looks like my mom didn't leave any supplies so Stiles and I should head to the store" And watched as Scott gaped at her, looking ready to run, "Well… it's either watch this kid for half an hour or waste all of your hard earnt cash on baby diapers and dummies – your choice"

"Kayla…" Scott sighed, indecision shining in his eyes, "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this but… fine – but you _owe_ me" He warned and Kayla just smiled, internally fist bumping because babies were still kinda 'eurghhh' and she didn't want to get puked on anytime soon.

"Thanks Scottie, you're the best" She exclaimed, holding out the baby to him which he took clumsily and gingerly, fumbling about for a second as he tried not to drop her on her head.

"I know I am" He grumbled, arms holding the baby close to his chest, "But this doesn't mean you guys can just go and rendezvous in the back of the jeep again, I'm not preparing to deal with a screaming baby so you can, uh…"

"Have hot, wild, sweaty, rough sex?" She questioned with a smirk, "And don't worry, we're not going to, I meant what I said earlier… no sex for a week" She vowed, linking her fingers with Stiles' and dragging him from the living room.

"Wait… so that _wasn't_ a code word for having 'hot, wild, sweaty, rough sex'?" He asked in bewilderment and Kayla just shook her head, grabbing her purse and making sure she had all of her credit cards at the ready because, dammit, babies were expensive.

"Guys" Scott's panicked voice shouted from the living room just before they closed the front door, "Get diapers…lots and lots of diapers… now, _right now_" He said and Kayla just shared an 'oh god' look with Stiles because they hadn't had the baby all that long and it was already demanding to be changed? Oh god…"Diapers guys" He exclaimed and Kayla just nodded as she yanked Stiles down the front porch, the last thing she heard Scott yelling was, "So _definitely_ no sex"

It was only a five minute race – oh sorry, she meant 'drive' – to the supermarket and because she and Stiles just had _awesome_ luck, it started lashing down rain just as they parked her car. Of course, Stiles cursed and muttered that 'nothing ever went right' but Kayla just smirked, pulling herself from the car and smiling.

"I love rain" She contradicted, looking up towards the rain clouds, "There's something so… sensual about it" She muttered as Stiles stripped his shirt off, leaving him with a T-shirt on as he held it over his head, "Don't ya think?"

She cocked an eyebrow, allowing a small smile to spread over her face as her hand landed on Stiles', now, wet T-shirt and his eyes widened before his hand landed on her hip, leaning down but just before he could press his lips to hers Kayla remembered her 'vow' and internally punched herself because now she would have to follow through on it…_dammit_.

"Oops, no can do lover-boy" She whispered, holding two fingers against his slightly puckered lips, "I made a promise… and, uh, I should probably keep it – Scott's probably pulling his hair out by now" She gave a small chuckle but sobered up as Stiles got that lusty look in his eyes as he dropped the shirt he was holding over his head, now getting extremely and utterly wet – no pun intended but, hey, she wasn't complaining with that image.

"Under all that fur and teeth he's a big softie" He whispered, taking a step forward, hands gliding up to land on her waist, pushing her back a few steps so she hit her car as the rain continued to drizzle down, "He won't mind"

"Uhhhh…" Kayla said oh-so-smartly, her eyes glazing over because the way Stiles was looking at her combined with the humid air was doing _nothing_ for her self-control, "Um… but uh…"

"Exactly" Stiles murmured quietly, leaning down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers until he dipped his head to her neck and damn him, damn him royally… wait - what was she saying?

His lips started off slow and sensual, gliding over her skin effortlessly, putting into good practice all the hints and tips she had shown him since they started dating, making her want more, teasing her, and only when she let out a quiet moan, her hands clenching around his T-shirt did he up the ante, teeth grazing her skin as he added pressure to her neck sending waves of pleasure down her body.

"Hmmmmm" She mumbled, bringing her bottom lip in-between her teeth as he pressed himself against her, their thighs touching and Kayla could tell how much he wanted her right this second and, to be quite frank, she did too – Stiles though, not herself – but she remembered how freaked out she had gotten holding that annoying baby and Scott was all by himself with it… they couldn't just leave him there.

His hand slid up under her vest top, fingers caressing her skin, getting closer and closer to unclasping her bra but Kayla came to her senses, his spell over her vanishing as she pushed at his chest, pulling down her top and fixing her hair while Stiles just gaped at her.

"You almost had me there Stiles but I promised Scott so…" She nodded her head affirmatively, beginning to stride towards the supermarket that was unusually empty for this time of day, "You coming?" She asked innocently, smirking at him.

"… Almost" He muttered to himself, glancing down at his pants that was unusually tight, making Kayla smirk even more, "Such a tease"

"Hey, you were the one that thought you could try it on with me when I specifically said no sex for a week" She chuckled in amusement, one hand slyly brushing against the bulge in his pants making him let out a small gasp, "… Guess you gotta pay the price"

"I'll make you pay for this" He muttered as the automatic doors opened, allowing them entry despite the fact they were dripping wet… Stiles probably more if you got her hint, "Just leave a guy high and dry…" But Kayla was hardly listening to him as she spun around on the spot, eyes trying to zero in on the baby isle, already dreading the amount of stuff they were going to have to buy.

"Kayla… Kaylz… K-ayla, _K-ayla_" Stiles whistled loudly, suddenly drawing her attention to him, "You're day dreaming again"

"I'm trying to find the god damn baby isle" She muttered, eyes finally landing on the floating sign reading 'Baby accessories' that had to be it right? "A-ha… found it… c'mon, let's go, times a ticking" She grabbed his hand as they navigated through shelves of sweets, clothes and paint, finally coming to a stop at the haunted baby isle.

"Wow" Stiles muttered, his face falling as he stared at the isle with wide eyes, Kayla doing the same, "How could a baby have to have… so… much… stuff?"

"Because they are _devils_" Kayla exclaimed, her face screwing up, "Urghhhh… could you be the best boyfriend ever and grab a trolley?" She asked, tilting her head to the side but Stiles was being stubborn, probably because she had in fact left him 'high and dry', "I'll let you feel me up on the car ride home?" She added, watching as his face lit up and he practically sprinted down the isle and was out of sight in two seconds flat.

"Boys" She muttered in amusement, shaking her head before looking down the never ending isle, "Okay… where do we start?" She said to herself, eyes flitting every which way, "That looks important" She said as she picked up a cream of some sorts, "Hmmmm… that too" She added, grabbing a handful of thermometers, "That might be needed" She exclaimed, holding an arm full of stuff as she reached towards the top shelf for a baby bottle just as Stiles raced around the corner, huffing and puffing.

"Got… got the… t-trolley" He gasped, skidding to a stop, almost knocking over a stack full of tinned baby foods, "I… I found it"

"I've said it before but you are _really_ unfit" She observed with a chuckle, "How you haven't been ripped to shreds yet I have no idea"

"You didn't think that the other night" He managed to get out between breaths, "And I still got ripped to shreds so…" She just playfully slapped his chest as she dumped the arm full of baby stuff into the trolley, "Seriously… for someone that doesn't have long nails you sure as hell can cause a lot of damage"

"Damage that you like" She shot back with a smirk, "Now, uh… what else do you think we need?" She asked, scratching her head in confusion.

"Uh… everything?" Stiles asked in doubt, shrugging a shoulder, "I mean… babies are demanding right? So surely all of this-"He waved an arm out at the isle, "-would be needed at some point right?" but he sounded just as clueless as her.

"Maybe" She hummed, "Yeah… you're probably right, just throw it all in then" She shrugged, grabbing a bib and a blanket from the nearby shelf as Stiles threw in a three packs of diapers making Kayla raise her eyebrows, "What? Babies are explosive creatures"

She just laughed, "But, uh… did you get the right size?" And he sent her a panicked look.

"They come in sizes?"

"Of course they come in sizes" She chuckled as Stiles began grabbing every brand of diapers available, "How would you like it if someone forced you to wear too tight boxer shorts?"

"I've actually got that feeling now because a certain green eyed girl just _had_ to keep her promise" He smirked and she rolled her eyes because, yes, she does keep her promises.

"Yes Stiles" She replied playfully, throwing in a dozen tins of food, three tubs of powdered milk and about five dummies into the trolley because having too much was better than having too less… stopping the screaming was worth all of her money and more.

"What the hell is this thing for?" Stiles questioned, holding up this… thing that looked like some sort of torture device, "Like… do we need this?"

"Uh… sure?" She replied, raising her eyebrows – the thing, whatever the hell it was, was oval shaped and had a long tube running from it into a small bottle, "I have no idea what it is but… yeah"

"Okay" Stiles agreed, throwing it into the trolley, "Uh… this too?" He asked, holding up a baby monitor and Kayla just shrugged because, sure, why the hell not?

"Okay… kids like toys right?" She asked as they came to the toy isle, "That usually shuts them up"

"Yes, yes, toys is a big yes" Stiles exclaimed nodding his head adamantly, grabbing just about every stuffed toy off the shelf and packing it into the, now, full trolley, almost making it topple over.

"Okay, that's good… this is good right?" She asked, "I mean… we have just about every baby product that's ever been released… it's enough, it _has_ to be"

"It will be" Stiles nodded, helping her wheel the over loaded trolley to a checkout, "It's one night… I mean… what could possibly go wrong?"

And Kayla _really_ wished he hadn't jinxed it – but that was later on, this was now.

They found an empty checkout and began dumping all the stuff on it, the cashier watching them like they were completely nuts – which, in all reality, they probably were – who the hell agrees to look after a baby of all things? They were definitely, one hundred percent, off their bloody rocker.

"Afternoon" The cashier said brightly, her short brown hair spiked, a wide smile plastered over her face who, to be quite frank, looked about retiring age, "Can I assist you with your packing?"

"… If you want to?" Kayla shrugged, rolling her eyes as she packed the bags in a rush, already dreading the total amount of beautiful American dollars all this crap would cost.

"Your first?" The woman who, judging by the name tag, was called Doreen asked and Kayla just gave her a blank look back, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Uh… no… I've been to the supermarket before" She stated obviously and Doreen just chuckled as Stiles finished loading the stuff onto the till and came to stand next to her, their arms brushing together.

"No-no dearie" She laughed, waving her hand about in amusement, "Your first child?" She asked smiling, making Kayla choke on her air and Stiles look about ready to collapse on the spot, "Actually no it is, I can tell, first time parents always get into panic before their due date"

"Heh… no" Kayla shook her head, "Nu uh… nope, nada, no, nuh-"

"When's the due date?" Doreen asked, completely ignoring her as she continued to cash up all their stuff, "Must be pretty far away, you're not even showing dear"

"I'm not pregnant" Kayla exclaimed, shaking her head wildly, "I mean for god sakes woman, not to sound vain but I work out okay? This stomach is _toned_" She claimed, rolling her eyes because, Jesus Christ, what was it with old ladies and babies? – they were both just as bad as each other.

"Oh so you're trying? How cute!" She fussed and Kayla just gritted her teeth as Stiles gripped the trolley for dear life, his knuckles turning white, colour draining from his face.

"Oh my god… are you deaf as well as blind?" She fumed, "Me? No preggers! Me – never getting preggers! Me – staying off the baby train is that clear yet?"

"That will be four hundred and sixty eight dollars fifty eight cents" 'Doreen' said chipperly as Kayla felt her mouth go slack, "I know dearie, children are expensive but it's all worth it in the end"

"Oh yes… eighteen years of responsibility, hair pulling, mind blowing, self deprivation, annoying, maddening, sickening years – _**eighteen years**_" Kayla exclaimed, "Yes, it sounds fantastic but I think I'll skip thanks" She added snidely, angrily pulling her credit cards from her purse as Stiles just stared on, astonished, "Do you take several cards because I'm pretty sure I'm close to maxing them out"

"Of course sweetie" She smiled, "Gotta spread the cost for the baby coming" And Kayla just rolled her eyes, practically throwing the cards at Doreen because why was everyone obsessed with her sex life/baby making future? It was aggravating beyond belief.

"_Not pregnant_" She hissed through clenched teeth, narrowing her eyes as Stiles shakily loaded the bags back into the trolley.

"Here's your receipt dearie… thanks for shopping with us, we hope to see you again soon" Doreen smiled widely and Kayla just rolled her eyes, shoving it into her purse and striding away, "And good luck with the baby… I'm sure it will be a cutie" She shouted after them and Kayla was pretty sure the whole supermarket heard but, instead of causing a scene, she just remembered Stiles' words of wisdom, reminding her that she needed to stay calm because it was in everyone's best interests, and strode from the store, angrily biting her tongue.

"Holy god" Stiles exclaimed once they were out in the cool air, the rain now light so it drizzled down on them, "That was… uh… awkward"

"It was _infuriating_" Kayla stated, "Not only did I have to deal with that sort of thing with your grandparents but now with a complete stranger?!" She exclaimed, shoving the bags into the boot of her car, "It's like a woman's only goal is to reproduce? Yeah I don't think so" She shook her head adamantly as she slammed the boot shut, making Stiles jump slightly, "I would like to see how they would like it if I shoved a knife up their vagina and told them it was their 'duty' or 'purpose' or whatever else shit people told women when they were 'expecting' – that would send them backtracking"

"Slightly cynical… a lot psychotic but that's okay… that's you" Stiles shrugged light heartedly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, "And also… thanks for that image, it's such a _beautiful_ thought" He said sarcastically, screwing his face up as he lowered himself back into the car and Kayla gave a small laugh because, yes, it _really_ was.

To say the journey home was rushed would be a severe understatement because Kayla knew by now Scott literally _would_ be tearing out that unruly hair of his – no doubts about it. She and Stiles grabbed all the bags from the boot, stumbling in through the door, still dripping wet from the rain earlier and was met by Scott's shrill voice.

"Where have you two _been_?" He demanded, still holding the baby to his chest, frantically bobbing it up and down to stifle its cries, "It's been thirty four minutes – you're late"

"Okay '_mom'_" Kayla sassed, dropping the bags on the couch, "Geez… shopping for babies is really complicated"

He gave them both a dubious glance, raising his eyebrows in denial, "Or are you sure you two didn't get 'side-tracked'?"

"Almost" Kayla shrugged almost, "Stiles tried it on but me, being the _amazing_ friend that I am, rejected him" Kayla said, raking through the paper bags for something, anything, to get it to shut up, "You should be bowing at my feet for doing that"

"No thanks" Scott declined, walking towards her to peer over her shoulder, "And, what? Did you two buy the whole store?"

"Two clueless people shopping for _that_" Stiles nodded his head towards the crying baby, "What did you think would happen?"

"I actually thought you two would bail but I'm pleasantly surprised" Scott smiled, suddenly shoving the squirming bundle into her arms despite her protests, "We need diapers, where did you pack the diapers?"

"Yes we _do_ need diapers" Kayla observed, holding the baby out at arm's length, "And I don't know… somewhere"

"So helpful" Scott chuckled before sobering up as he pulled out that thing that Kayla had no idea what it was – she just put it in the trolley because, well… just in case.

"Uh… Kayla?" Scott asked, staring at her in confusion, "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"Plenty probably" She replied bluntly, "And what is that thing anyway? Like an oxygen mask for babies or something?"

"Um… no" Scott shook his head, placing it back in the bag, looking slightly disturbed, "It's a breast pump" And Kayla just screwed her face up, staring at the baby that she was still holding because, wow, what a little bugger making a woman do _that_ of all things – birthing was bad enough.

"Okay… guess we don't need that" She shrugged as Scott just let out a sound of agreement, pulling out a pack of diapers, "Okay found them… so… out of all this useless stuff did you two happen to buy a changing mat?" And Kayla just groaned as Stiles winced, shaking his head.

"Okay so… let me get this right" Scott started to say, pulling out a tube of clear liquid, "You bought teething gel when the baby is only five months tops? And-"He picked up a compact size basket-type-thing, "-A bathing tub but not a changing mat? Man… you two _suck_"

"Yes we do" Stiles agreed, "Well… Kayla more so and yes, before you say it, in 'that' sense but since you know about all this crap why didn't you do it?"

"Because I… because…because…" Scott fumbled before throwing his arms up in an 'I give up way', "Urghhhh never mind… so who's gonna change her?"

"Not me" Stiles exclaimed just as Kayla shook her head wildly, eyes going wide, "No way in hell… I shut this thing up earlier and that was enough… you do it"

"No" Scott claimed, holding up his hands, taking a step back, "I've done my part I am _not_ changing her" He shook his head, "Nope…"

"Fine" Kayla bit out, "Stiles should do it… he hasn't even touched this thing yet" And the boy in questioned just gaped at her, shock shining in his eyes.

"No, you know why? I don't do babies?" He crossed his arms stubbornly, "I… don't" He claimed and Kayla just shared a knowing glance with Scott, the clear message being 'make him'. Immediately, Scott's eyes glowed amber and he smirked creepily at Stiles and Kayla got the hint, her own eyes turning green as she lowered her gaze, making her look dangerous and seriously badass.

"Oh… g-guys what-what are you… you, uh, doing?" Stiles gulped nervously as they kept their stares fixed on him, "That's… you can't… I won't… I-I uh…" He trailed off, wringing his hands, "I mean… I'm-I'm sure I can g-give it a go" He amended and Kayla just smirked, sharing a mental high five with Scott because, sure, they may be supernatural freaks but sometimes being supernatural freaks had its advantages.

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	66. Chapter 66 - Happy families

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"I hate you guys so much right now" Stiles grumbled as he turned his face the other way, his nimble fingers now shaky as he tried to snap the diaper straps into place, his cheeks a blazing red colour.

"We love you too" Kayla smirked back, nudging Scott as they both tried to stifle their laughter for Stiles' sake because the poor kid – the baby not Stiles - was laid out over about a dozen towels and had been there for the past fifteen minutes while Stiles tried to 'delicately' remove the diaper without any, uh, 'incidents' and so far his patience, or lack of depending on how you looked at it, had paid off.

"Not fair" He mumbled under his breath probably thinking they couldn't hear him when in fact they could hear him as clear as day, "Stupid glowing eyes, stupid best friend, stupid girlfriend, stupid diapers, stupid everything" He continued to grumble as he finished tying up the diaper and pulling back up the baby's little denim trousers.

"There, done" Stiles claimed loudly, putting his hands in the air as he took a very dramatic step backward, "My duty is _done_ and no more threatening me" He pointed a finger at her and Scott, "That was a one off, got it?"

"Got it Stiles" Scott laughed, taking Stiles' place as he gently lifted the baby up into his arms, hand rubbing soothing circles on its back and Kayla just raised her eyebrows in appreciation because Scott was actually pretty darn good at this whole 'baby' thing.

"Oh… I think she's hungry" Scott muttered as the baby let out quiet cries now, nowhere near as loud as before – thank god – her little head resting contently on Scott's shoulder, "Could one of you find the baby formula and… make it up?" He asked and she and Stiles nodded, practically racing forward to rake through the many bags they had accumulated full of, probably, useless baby stuff.

"Uh… this one reads 'for babies allergic to cow milk'" Stiles read out, picking up one tin of formula, "Would this be it?"

"I dunno" Kayla shrugged, picking up another tin, "Because this one says 'suitable for new-born babies' and I'm not quite sure the definition of 'new-born' because if I had to push a thing that size out of my vagina then you could file me under 'incredibly bitter' and 'murderous'" Kayla shrugged as she looked at the size of the baby that she was 350% sure Scott had said was around five months old.

"Hmmm… this one could work" Stiles exclaimed, dumping the useless tin on her couch and pulling another one from the bag, "'Suitable for babies aged three to six months'" And Kayla just nodded, coming to stand next to him to read over her shoulder, "You think this is right?"

"I sure as hell hope so because it's all we've got" She smirked, giving him a playful nudge, "So… it says here to sterilise the bottle and heat-"

"_Sterilise_?" Stiles squeaked, sending her a panicked look, "We didn't get any medical sterilising tools though"

"Do we need 'medical sterilising tools' though?" She quoted, her face screwing up in confusion, "I mean… do we not just make the milk and feed it to her through a tube or something?"

"Eh" Stiles said, letting out a one shouldered shrug, "The English instructions are just as confusing as the German, French and even _Greek_ ones… it's all just blah blah blahdidy blah" He replied honestly, waving a hand around as if to prove his point.

"Okay so… skip the sterilising and just, what? Fill the tin up with water give a shake or…?" She asked, trying to make sense of the fancy language on the back of the tin, "Or maybe it's milk… wait I think its milk we use because that's what woman produce right? Right?"

"Oh my god" Scott chuckled, interrupting their debating match, "If I let you two make up a bottle the kid would die of starvation" He suddenly held out his arms towards Kayla, forcing her to take the squirming bundle in her arms, "I'll do it" He claimed, snatching the formula tin from Stiles' slack hands, "Just keep her occupied for the next five minutes, do you think you can manage that?" He smirked and Kayla and Stiles just shared a panicked look before nodding slowly, knowing there was no other option.

"Good" He replied, suddenly disappearing through the door and into the kitchen, leaving the two of them standing there having absolutely _no_ idea what to do.

"Uh… okay, um…" Kayla muttered to herself, slowly bringing the baby forward so her head rested on her shoulder just like how Scott was holding her, slowly rubbing circles on her back, "Uh… you doing okay?" She asked the baby but Stiles being, well… Stiles, thought she was talking to him.

"Not really no – I'm telling you, changing a diaper is a traumatising experience and something that I am never ever doing again for a very long time… and not only that but I'm seriously clueless when it comes to babies, I'm actually surprised I haven't dropped her on her head yet"

"Uh… okay" Kayla just nodded as she slowly bounced the baby up and down as it gradually began to quieten down, "How you doing?" She asked the baby in a childish voice, trying to sound all excited and bubbly when, really, inside she was screaming, "You gonna be nice and quiet for auntie Kayla and uncle Stiles eh?" She whispered as Stiles' eyes went bug eyed and she just shot him a 'shut up' look.

"Ya know… if you could just stay quiet a little longer then Scottie will be back through that door to feed you, does that sound good?" She asked, pulling the baby back so she was holding it in the air opposite her face, "Do you want Scottie to feed you?" And the baby's clear blue eyes lit up with amusement, tears forgotten as it began giggling lightly.

"_Seriously_ dude… what is your obsession with me?" Kayla hummed to herself in confusion as the baby's tiny little hands tried to reach out towards her face in fascination, "Because I do not have the right boobs for you my friend"

"Would it be nuts to suggest that _maybe_ you're actually good at child-minding?" Stiles suggested, raising his eyebrows at her as Kayla felt her forehead furrowing, "Because I've seen you with Tabby and that kid adores you"

"Well, _duh_, I am awesome" Kayla smirked back playfully, turning the baby around so she was holding her back against her chest, her arm tucked up underneath her legs, "And that's because Tabs is five and not a screaming baby"

"But she was at one point" Stiles pointed out helpfully, taking a step closer to her, "And even I may not be the best, uh, babysitter but when she's not screaming her head off or demanding changing she is… kinda adorable" Stiles admitted, hunching over slightly to make himself appear smaller to the baby, "Aren't you?" He cooed, his fingers reaching out towards the baby's hands as it let out a delighted sound, smiling back wildly.

"You've caught the baby bug" Kayla accused with a smirk as Stiles continued to make funny faces, causing the little squirt to laugh, "You've been infected… maybe I should wear a face mask, keep myself safe" And Stiles just smiled as he looked up at her through his eyelashes.

"I don't have the 'baby bug'… I can just admit when I see a cute girl" He smirked before his face screwed up slightly as the baby put Stiles' finger in her mouth, drooling all over him.

"Still cute?" She teased, internally cheering the baby on because first with the diaper changing and now with the saliva fest… man, Stiles really was getting the short end of the stick here.

He coughed, clearing his throat, "Uh… yeah totally… absolutely… _adorable_" He managed to get out, trying to tug his hand back but the kid was having none of it what so ever.

"Guess she really is hungry to have to resort to cannibalism" Kayla mused, watching in amusement as Stiles' eyes widened in mortification, taking his hand back roughly as if he was just about to get cut up and seasoned. The baby just stared at him with wide blue eyes, its bottom lip beginning to quiver and, oh no, oh no no no no not again.

"No, it's okay, don't cry" Kayla immediately soothed, pushing her fear of babies to one side and turning her around, placing the baby on her waist so she was sitting there comfortably, "Ignore the big old meanie" She said in a 'baby' voice beginning to tickle her stomach, "Cos you are a cutie aren't you? Oh yes you are, oh yes you are"

"Softie" Stiles coughed obviously, sending her a smirk as Kayla threw him a glare.

"I am _not_ soft" She claimed as the baby began playing with her fingers, "I'm not I just… uh…" She glanced down at the baby again, seeing it all calm and content in her arms and, strangely, it didn't feel as awkward as before, "I… um… well, if I left you and Scott alone then all hell would break lose"

"Yeah… _sure_" Stiles said disbelievingly, cocking an eyebrow at her, "And that's why you've suddenly stopped calling her 'thing' or 'it'" He chuckled, throwing his hands up in a surrender type way, "And maybe that's also why you're holding her and not shoving her into a cupboard like it looked like you were going to before… my bad" He chuckled and Kayla just glanced down at the baby in contemplation.

Okay… maybe she was a _little_ dramatic before but what did people expect? She was sixteen years old, albeit _nearly_ seventeen but that's not the point, with no babysitting babies experience what so ever, a fear of all things 'baby' and suddenly this teeny tiny person was just thrusted into their care and she just depended on them all for everything – it was scary, really really scary.

And, sure, she was a _little_ put off by the idea that this could've been her just a few months ago, holding and caring for a five month old baby because it would've been _her_ responsibility – maybe that's what all of this was about, her fear and anxiety over babies was because she got rid of hers so she was scared to connect with them? Did that make sense? Probably not, she was no phycologist but it made sense to her and that was all that mattered.

But she did promise herself that she would, truthfully, move past it because she couldn't change her past so there was no point in trying right? This could be the stepping stone. She just gave a small smile as her hand pushed the baby's dark tuft away from her forehead, tilting her head to the side because… well, babies were okay – there, she said it, babies were 'okay', not bad or good just… okay, that was definitely enough for now.

"Awwwww how cute" Scott exclaimed, suddenly appearing from the kitchen, "I can see it all perfectly now – 'The Stilinski family', has a nice ring to it don't you think?" He teased, shaking a bottle of formula in his hand, "That is if you would take his name, I dunno cos it is a pretty long name and Hale is short and snappy… 'Stiles Hale' - that definitely works" Scott grinned and Kayla just raised an eyebrow in a 'really?' way as Stiles next to her just frowned at Scott, his mouth gaping slightly.

When she meant 'okay' she did not mean _that_ okay… _Jesus Christ_ she thought with a shiver, babies were nice to look at but anything more? Ha… yeah right.

"Very funny Scottie" Kayla said dryly, rolling her eyes as Stiles finally managed to close his mouth, "You got the bottle or what cos the kid looks as though it may actually turn cannibalistic – no joes this time"

"Yup got it because, unlike you two, I can actually read English" He sassed and… since when did Scott turn all sassy and diva? It seemed sudden.

"Hey" Stiles exclaimed, "We can read English… just not 'baby' English"

"There's no difference" Scott mumbled with a chuckle, his hands landing on Kayla's shoulders as he gently guided her to sitting on her couch, making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"Scott what-what are you doing?" She asked as he sat next to her, an amused look plastered on his face, "There's no need to manhandle me in my own house – only Stiles can do that"

"Here" He said chipperly, completely ignoring the last bit of her sentence as he held out a bottle of warm formula, "Here's the formula… I made up another six bottles just in case and they're sitting in the kitchen ready to just stick in a bowl of hot water to heat up – to check the temperature you test it on your wrist and make sure it's luke-warm, if she cries she either needs burped, changed, fed or cuddled and… yeah… I think that's about it – you need to know anything more then google will become your new best friend" Scott clapped his hands together, "There's a couple of changes of clothes the _actual_ right size that you guys bought and I folded up her PJ's and they're sitting next to the formula" He summarised, slinging his jacket over his arm, "Good luck guys"

"Wait" Kayla called out urgently, standing up quickly, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, _wait_" She pointed her free arm at him before he could escape out the door, "You-you can't go Scottie… what about this cute little thing?" She tried the dirty tactic of 'baby using', holding her up like she was Simba, "You don't _really_ want to leave her do you?"

"But… I… I…" Scott groaned, throwing his head down, "I'm not looking at her, I am _not_ looking at her" He mumbled quietly and Kayla just smirked, "Kayla… Stiles…" he implored through closed eyes, "I can't lose my job okay? I gotta pay for the car and dates with Allison and I _really_ want a motorbike and do you know how much they cost?"

"A lot?" Stiles shrugged cluelessly.

"Yeah… _a lot a lot_ so, uh…If I could just…leave I would make it up to you two"

"Oh you better" Kayla warned as Scott opened one eye, peaking out at them, her whole mind changing as soon as Scott mentioned 'motorbike', "You let me ride that bad boy then you can leave here for as long as you want – and no Stiles, I don't mean you"

"Really? You mean it?" Scott grinned and Kayla just nodded while Stiles shook his head quickly and adamantly.

"No... no, _no_, **no**, how come he gets to leave and I can't?" Stiles whined but both she and Scott just ignored him.

"Of course" Kayla shrugged, using her free arm that wasn't carrying babies to hold out for Scott to shake, "Do we have a deal?"

"One hundred percent"

"What? No – this is totally unfair" Stiles grumbled, crossing his arms, "I don't want to babysit"

"I'll up the ban for two weeks" Kayla warned playfully as Scott practically ran from the house and, if she strained her ears, she could actually hear him shout 'freedom' as he raced down the street.

"I'm not buying it" Stiles claimed as he shook his head while Kayla settled down on the couch, manoeuvring the baby so she was being cradled, mentally preparing herself for the daunting god knows how many hours ahead, "Kaylz, babe, it's in your genes I mean, c'mon, you were even getting all handsy under the table at my grandparents dinner" He pointed out and Kayla cursed herself because, dammit, he had her there – it was no secret she got rather 'playful' at times.

"One time" She shot back, "And that was because your grandma kept dropping hints about our sex life and… no, you're getting me side-tracked" She shook her head as she placed the bottle teat – was that was it was named? Kayla just assumed because it sounded like the other thing babies sucked – at the baby's mouth and she began greedily sucking it because no doubt she was starving, "Scott has a job, you don't, simples"

"I'll buy you a motorbike" Stiles bargained, clicking his fingers in her face as he came and perched on the seat next to her, making Kayla raise her eyebrows.

"You'll buy me a motorbike?" She said disbelievingly, "Stiles… those things cost more than a car… even I wouldn't get away with stealing that amount of money from my trust fund" She laughed, "But… if you really want to go then… you can" She said softly, shrugging because she had calmed down a lot since the baby had stopped crying, "I'm not really that bothered"

"W-What?" Stiles choked out, "You're not going to… fight me on this?"

"No" She chuckled, shaking her head, "Babies aren't as bad as I thought they were – there I said it, Kayla Hale admitted to not full out hating babies – I'm sure we'll be fine for one night"

"But… uh…" Stiles muttered, shaking his head in a daze, looking slightly creeped out.

"You know if I had actually have gone through with having my baby then this would be it – I would have had to deal with all of this on my own without Scott dropping by or you by my side" She pointed out, giving a small shrug, "I've got it"

"What do you mean without me?" Stiles asked in a shock, "You don't think I would be interested if you had a baby before we met?"

"I'd put a bet on it" Kayla replied honestly, tilting the bottle up more so the baby could still suck, "You're freaking out enough as it is and we're only babysitting for one night"

"First off I'm not 'freaking out'" He quoted, raising his arms in the air, "Okay only mildly freaking out" He amended when Kayla just cocked an eyebrow at him, "And second… I know for a fact that if you came to Beacon Hills with a kid then it wouldn't have changed anything – I would still think on that first day that you were incredibly beautiful, I would still think about all the times you made me equally ecstatic yet terrified at the same time, I would _still_ think about you… baby or no baby" Stiles told her honestly, making Kayla just stare at him with her mouth wide open, "It wouldn't change a single thing" He emphasised, giving her an adorable, heart shattering smile, "I mean… if I can deal with Derek's' glares and threats then what's a screaming baby compared to that?" He added humorously, causing Kayla to chuckle.

"You mean that?"

"Absolutely" He nodded his head defiantly, showing her that he meant business and was being completely truthful and honest, and Kayla just smiled because, wow, was that adorable or what?

"You're so cheesy" She smirked, giving him a small nudge, "And slightly cringey but… thanks… it's nice to know that"

"It's the truth whether cheesy or not" Stiles grinned back, sending her a wink, "And I know you're beginning to love my 'cheese' so…"

"I do" She admitted, pulling away the bottle once it was done, wiping away the excess milk with the baby's bib, "Oh who's a guzzle guts today then?" Kayla said in a baby voice, lifting the baby up under the arms so its little feet were resting on her knees.

"So… I think I'll stay" Stiles nodded, leaning forward and taking the baby from her outstretched arms, pulling her back to rest on his lap, "I'm sure me and wee Amy can bond"

"Amy?" Kayla questioned, sitting up properly, "Since when is she called 'Amy'?"

"Since now – I mean… we can't keep calling her 'it', 'she', 'her' or 'baby' forever… we have to call her something"

"Yes but why _Amy_?" Kayla shivered, "I knew an Amy once… not very nice"

"Okay then… what about Bethany?" Stiles asked, staring at her with big caramel brown doe eyes and Kayla tried not to notice how hot it actually was seeing him with a baby because, dammit, she was going to keep that promise to herself, proving to everyone that she did have _some_ self-control.

"Too common" Kayla shook her head, "And anyway, she doesn't look like a Bethany"

"Cathy then"

"What… are we working our way through the alphabet?" Kayla sassed, raising her eyebrows.

"Fine – you pick, I give up" Stiles muttered, giving up as he finally got rid of his fear of the baby eating him alive and gave her back his finger as a peace offering.

"Okay… how about… Harper?"

"God no" Stiles shook his head, "I don't like that name"

"April then"

"As in the month? Kayla what are you on?" Stiles chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Fine… Winter's a nice name" She shrugged because, yes, she liked unusual names – sue her.

"And now we're onto seasons… honestly" Stiles scoffed, cocking an eyebrow at her, "Is there any name you like which _wouldn't_ traumatise the poor kid?"

Starzia is a cute name" Kayla shrugged, looking down at the baby in Stiles' arms, "Unusual but very cute"

"And we're onto astrology now" Stiles tutted, shaking his head, "Kayla I said that _wouldn't_ traumatise her not encourage her to become an astronaut"

"Then I don't know" She groaned, "You choose"

"Fine, I will" He lifted the baby up in the air, "Maria it is"

"No" Kayla objected, "Too common Stiles… use your imagination for crying out loud"

And they bickered over the 'new' name for the baby for the next half an hour, almost every name under the sun being thrown out there – well, actually, Kayla did suggest Sun but, of course, Stiles told her she was crazy and suggested Elizabeth instead… safe to say he got glared at for that.

But, eventually, they settled on 'Eva' – not too unusual for Stiles and enough uncommon for Kayla to use and that was one problem solved – unluckily though, that was just the tip of the blinking iceberg.

The baby slept peacefully for about an hour and then after it all hell broke loose – actually 'hell' would be a mild word for what was going on in her house at the moment.

Just as Kayla had ordered takeout because, let's face it, who wanted to cook? *scoff*, 'Eva' woke up from her nap demanding attention, screaming at the top of her lungs – Kayla cradled her, bobbing her up and down soothingly while Stiles sung 'twinkle twinkle little star' to her and _actually_ kinda pulled it off.

That's how they spent the next two hours – shoving pizza down their throats and trying not to scream in frustration.

After that she needed changed before wanting cuddled and fed again and then, lo and behold, the whole cycle just started over again – and not _once_ did the little devil sleep.

Five minutes… five bloody minutes were all they were needing to clear their heads but 'Eva' was actually a little diva because was she giving it to them? Not a chance in hell.

Eventually though at around five in the morning the kid actually conked out against Kayla's chest and the silence following it was well welcomed.

"Is she asleep?" Stiles asked wearily from his position on the couch, running a tired hand down his face, looking absolutely exhausted.

"_Shhhhh_" Kayla hissed urgently, nowhere near ready to deal with a screaming baby at _five in the beeping morning_, "If you wake her I will cut off your testicles with garden sheers and feed them to you on a barbeque" She threatened, looking down and seeing 'Eva' sleeping contently, thank Jesus, "With spicy sauce" She added, just for the crack of it.

"So… she's asleep then?" He asked quietly, used to her threats by now because it didn't even faze him.

"Yes" Kayla admitted, slowly and carefully lying down so her head was resting on Stiles' lap, keeping the baby cuddled against her chest, "She's… she's… she's…" Kayla trailed off, absolutely exhausted, yawning widely.

"Good" Stiles muttered quietly, throwing the baby blanket lazily over her so it covered her and 'Eva', "Maybe that means we can get some sleep" But Kayla didn't hear the last bit of his sentence because she was already out like a light.

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><p>"What the hell is this?" Kayla was woken up by someone exclaiming really, <em>really<em> loudly in her ear and groaned, her arm tightening around the baby in case she accidentally rolled off her, peeling her eyes open, "What the hell…"

"Derek?" She recognised the voice before seeing his face floating above her, "It's… six thirty" She groaned, covering her eyes with her arm, "Now is not the time for a social call"

"Why is there a baby here?"

"Why are you here is probably the better question" She grumbled, flinging her arm down and blinking against the light, "Seriously what… just… _what_?"

"Thought I'd drop by" He crossed his arms stubbornly as she sat upright, keeping the baby stable in her arms, "But that doesn't explain why you and Stilinski are playing happy families"

"We're not" She shook her head, adjusting the baby so she wouldn't wake up, "We're babysitting… for goodness sake Der I haven't even been here nine months – you really shouldn't have dropped math ya know"

"I didn't drop… eurghhh, never mind" He shook his head before raising an eyebrow to his left, "Idiot" He grumbled, rolling his eyes and Kayla looked to the side to see Stiles flailed out over the couch, his head hanging over the back with a… a dummy in his mouth? What the hell?

"Oh my god" She chuckled, biting her lip to stop from full out laughing, "And… hey" She exclaimed, "He's my idiot… play nice Derry"

Derek just rolled his eyes as Kayla stood up, looking around at the complete mess they, and the house, were in and groaned… _dammit_.

"Urghhh, here" She thrusted the baby into his arms as gently as she could so she wouldn't wake up, "I better clean-up"

"Kayla willing to clean up? The world is ending" Derek sassed as he sat down next to Stiles, albeit as far away as he could but that was progress right?

"Shut up" She said good-naturedly, rubbing at her eyes as she ran a hand through her messy hair, her fingers curling around a piece of pepperoni, "Urghhh, mind the kid, I need to shower" She told Derek, not even waiting for his answer before she ran up the stairs in a hurry.

She could only enjoy the feel of the blistering hot water for a total of five minutes before she was distracted by a loud yell followed by a squeak and a loud wail and, dammit, what the hell now? She jumped out the shower, almost slipping on the tiled floor, about to fly down the stairs bare naked before realising, oops, public neighbourhood, she did not want to get down for 'indecent behaviour'… _again_, long story, she will tell you later, so wrapped a towel around her as she raced down the stairs, skidding into the living room.

"What? What's wrong? Who's dead? Do I have to kill anyone?" She rushed out raising an eyebrow when she saw Stiles standing up looking around in fear and Derek hushing the, now, wailing baby that was completely content not five minutes ago.

"Your boyfriend just had a spaz attack" Derek replied sharply, bobbing the baby up and down, quietening its cries.

"I did not" Stiles claimed, holding a hand over his heart, "You're the one that just showed up out of bloody nowhere"

"It's my cousins' house… and I didn't appear from 'nowhere' – I drove" Derek sassed, rolling his eyes as Stiles took a step forward, narrowing his eyes.

"Stop being such a creepy stalker" He argued back and Kayla just shook her head, leaving the two to their 'domestics', treading back up the stairs before stopping, grabbing her camera from a nearby drawer and snapping a picture – and the end result was absolutely priceless, seriously, no amount of money would make Kayla sell it.

Derek was standing there all broody like, a screaming, crying baby clinging to him for dear life, his mouth open as if he was about to start shouting and Stiles… oh god… where should she start? His arms were open wide, leaning forward like some kind of gangster preparing for a fight, face screwed up and, best of all, he had a dummy in one hand and a dirty diaper in the other as if he was going to throw it and… wow… children much?

So, before things escalated too much, Kayla just let out a loud laugh, running back up the stairs, turning on the radio and jumping back in the shower, enjoying these last few moments of complete bliss.

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><p>"You look like death warmed up" Lydia commented as she and Allison leaned against the lockers, "And let me tell you something… it does not suit you one bit"<p>

"Yeah, well, it wasn't through choice" Kayla grumbled, rubbing at her eyes, "Babies are silent killers" She told them honestly, "Actually, scrap the silent part, they don't ever shut up"

"How was it?" Allison laughed as Lydia sorted her hair, "Educational?"

"Sure" Kayla nodded as Lydia sent her a disbelieving stare, "It only further proved my point that I'm not having kids – _ever_" She shivered, "babies are cute and alright when they're not your own but… eurghhh" She shivered again, "So what did you guys do last night?"

"Trained with my dad" Allison said immediately as Lydia just cocked an eyebrow, looking at Allison like she was nuts, "I mean… you know…"

"Her dad trains her with his guns" Kayla supplied, "You know… he sells guns to the government"

"Hmmm… okay" Lydia gave them both a dubious glance like she didn't believe them one bit, and quite right too, Lydia was a smart girl, "Well I went to the mall and they have opened this new designer shop and, oh my god, the stuff is just _amazing_" Lydia gushed as she tried to apply her lip gloss while talking yet Lydia must've mastered that perfectly because it went on smoothly, "You guys should come sometime"

"I would love to" Allison smiled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder while Kayla just screwed her face up because, clothes? Designer clothes? Kill her now!

"Think I'll pass… I'd rather drink shards of broken glass _in_ acid" Kayla said, giving them both a sarcastic smile.

"Drama queen" Lydia accused before giving her a small grudging smile.

"Coming from you" Kayla shot back with a smirk just as someone tapped her shoulder and she turned around, expecting to come face to face with either Scott or Stiles, hell, even _Jackson_ would be less of a shock that Ms Morrell standing there.

"Kayla" She greeted, her usual dark sleek hair perfectly straight as always, "We got the note from the hospital and your first appointment is first period"

"Already?" She asked, rolling her eyes, "What's the rush for?"

"It's a… delicate case" Ms Morrell smiled lightly, "The sooner the better in my book"

"And how long will these torture sessions be going on for?" Kayla sassed, smiling sickly sweet, tilting her head to the side as Ms Morrell just stared back straight faced, her composure not breaking.

"However long I deem appropriate" She answered back in a 'no nonsense' way making Kayla groan in aggravation.

"What's going on?" Lydia interrupted, raising her eyebrows in a not backing down way.

"Oh they think I'm gonna top myself" Kayla shrugged, meeting her friends' confused and slightly worried gazes, "Which I'm not guys… geez"

"Be at my office for first period… Erica will be joining us" And Kayla swivelled her head back around quickly, staring at Ms Morrell in shock and accusation.

"What? What the _hell_ is that bitch doing there?" She exclaimed as Lydia took a step back, holding a hand to her ear, oops, guess she should learn volume control as well as filtration.

"Language Miss Hale" Ms Morrell said sternly, "And after the scene you two caused the principle thinks it would be a good idea for you two to talk openly, sort out your differences" She explained, "And I will be your councillor"

"Referee would be more like it" Kayla grumbled, clenching her fists, "listen, Erica and I? Sworn enemies – a high school French teacher will not fix us, pardon my bluntness"

"Let me be the judge of that" Ms Morrell nodded her head, "First period Kayla – no exceptions" And then she strode away and Kayla just narrowed her eyes – it wasn't Ms Morrell's fault but still… eurghhh, why Erica of all people? Oh yes, because they beat the shit out of each other –couldn't forget about that.

"Counselling? Since when did that start?" Lydia questioned, slamming her locker shut, slapping her lips together.

"Since I almost died" Kayla shrugged, picking up her bag off the floor, "Which seems to be happening every damn week these days… I'll see you guys later" She gave a short wave, trying not to show how pissed off she really but Allison caught her arm, giving her a careful and obvious look.

"Uh… be… _careful_…" And Kayla got her message immediately – Erica = werewolf, principle = werewolf hunter, her = werewolf hybrid, not a good combination.

"I will" Kayla nodded, walking down the corridor and then turned around to meet her friends' gazes, "I will reduce the eye scratching to a minimum don't worry"

Five minutes later the bell for first period rung and Kayla let out a groan, debating whether to just skip school and avoid the prying ears but, worst if all, Erica – urghhh, she really hated that _bitch_.

She opened the door into the waiting room, already seeing Erica standing there all long legs and push up bra while Ms Morrell stood next to her, her eyebrows raising in shock when Kayla barged in.

"And we're not late – very good" Ms Morrell smiled, opening the door to her small and cramped office, "Why don't we get started?"

"How about we don't" Kayla claimed, "This is a bad idea"

"On the contrary I think it is a very good idea" Ms Morrell contradicted, "We can get our problems out in the open in a safe environment, no fighting or swearing" She sent a meaningful glance to Kayla who just rolled her eyes in aggravation, her blood boiling as her gaze fell upon Erica.

"And by 'we' you mean 'us'?" Erica said snarkily, giving Kayla a death glare, "No thanks, think I'll pass"

"It's not optional Erica" Ms Morrell said sternly, pointing again to her office, "Office. Now"

Erica just sighed loudly, standing up straight and flicking some hair over her shoulder, "Fine" She bit out, sounding aggravated, giving Kayla a look as though she was beneath her, "Sluts first" She smiled at Kayla and Kayla just responded by holding up her middle finger, pushing past her, trying in vain to not let her get to her but, in reality, it wasn't working _at all_.

"Girls please" Ms Morrell said as she closed the door, "A little civility would be nice"

"Civil my ass" Kayla asked, "Me? Be civil to _that_?" She nodded her head towards Erica, "You have got to be kidding me!"

"You actually sound kinda jealous Kayla" Erica smirked, slowly lowering herself in a seat and crossing her long legs, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "Bitterness rears its ugly head"

"Yeah and I'm staring at her" Kayla shot back, dropping into the seat not as gracefully because she was so damn angry, "Can we be quick about this? Mr Harris will be pissed if I miss anymore chemistry"

"No swearing – and it's all been sorted out with the teachers… so… where should we start?"

"You're the 'councillor' – you tell us" Erica rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat looking totally and utterly bored out of her head - a head that Kayla wouldn't mind decapitating.

"Okay… how about we start with you Erica… why don't you like Kayla?"

"Why would I?" She scoffed, "Haven't you heard the rumours or are you deaf as well as well as blind?" Erica gave Kayla a death glare, "I don't like bitches"

"Then you must hate yourself a hell of a lot" Kayla shot back, "Actually, that explains a lot, what with the over compensating and all"

"Okay, okay calm down" Ms Morrell held up her hand from behind her desk, "Erica, carry on"

"I mean, where did she even come from? All we know about her past is that she was a cold, heartless, sleep around bitch"

"Erica…" Ms Morrell warned in a low voice, "That's enough of that"

"No, no, she's right" Kayla interrupted, nodding her head, "You're dead on actually but why would you _need_ to know anymore? We're not friends so why do you care what my past was like?"

"I don't" Erica snarled, "I'm just saying-"

"You're just saying that even though you don't care enough to want to know you still go to a hell of a lot of trouble to find out, why is that Erica?" Kayla cocked an eyebrow, her hands clenching at her side, "Maybe I'm not the jealous one"

"Of you? Ha, yeah right" Erica laughed, shaking her head, "Look at me now – I'm not jealous of _anyone_"

"Good, then you can leave me alone – problem sorted, it was nice speaking to you-"Kayla was just about to stand up when Ms Morrell beat her to the punch, towering over the two of them, a hard glint in her eyes.

"We're not done here so stay seated" And Kayla just blew out an annoyed huff, dumping herself back into the seat, "Good, okay… Kayla what about you?"

"What about me what?" Kayla grumbled, crossing her arms stubbornly, "I'm not letting you play shrink on me"

"Tell us about the rift between you and Erica" Ms Morrell continued on and Kayla had to give it to her – the woman has a lot of patience that's for sure.

"It's not a bloody rift between us it's a damn equator" She mumbled under her breath, trying to remember Stiles' soothing words because, right now, she really hoped her eyes wouldn't glow green because that would take a lot of explaining to do, "And, nope, still not talking"

"Kayla, please, humour me" Ms Morrell said, "How do you feel about Erica?"

"I hate her" She replied bluntly, "Was that not clear yet?"

"Well, yes but _why_?"

"Because she's a class A bitch who has tried, and almost succeeded, in ruining my life several times over… she's twisted in the head with power and, quite frankly, I hope she gets hit by a lorry"

"_Kayla_" Ms Morrell exclaimed disapprovingly and Kayla just raised her hands up, shrugging.

"Okay, god, sorry… a bus then"

"Kayla…"

"A double decker one" She admitted while Ms Morrell just raised her eyebrows in a no nonsense way.

"Okay, truth is I didn't have a problem with her before, hell I hadn't even spoken to her before all of this but she has a vendetta against me because she's 'in love' with my boyfriend well _boo hoo_" She snarled at Erica, "I'm sorry about that, I am, but that gives you no right to try and break up my relationship just because you can't find your own or help send me off the deep end – I have to deal with all that shit every day without added pressure from you thank you very much"

"See? We're getting somewhere, now Erica-"

"I wish you stayed in the deep end" Erica shot back, Ms Morrell's words fading into the background, "Actually, better yet, I wish you never came to Beacon Hills because you're just a curse, that's all you are, a curse and Stiles could do a lot better than some skank from out of town"

"Oh is that right?" Kayla chuckled darkly, "Like you?"

"Maybe" Erica shrugged, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not a curse"

"Maybe not but you are a skank" Kayla shot back, her hands now curling around the arm rests on the chair, "You know, I actually feel sorry for you Erica"

"Well you shouldn't _sweetheart_" She said patronisingly, "Use your energy on yourself… you definitely need it"

"For someone with everything ahead of them you sure as hell are bitter" Kayla narrowed her eyes at her, feeling her eyes begin to glow despite her mental protests, "And I'm not going to let you ruin my life anymore you vindictive _cow_"

"We'll see about that"

And, Kayla didn't know who initiated it, but somehow the two of them ended up on the floor, hands wrapped around each other's necks.

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><p><strong>AN) AHAHA drama and comedy woo hoo, so yeah, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, I'm rattling them out as fast as I can so please please please leave your thoughts below you lovely people and next chapter out soon – SNEAK PEAK – Peter returns and some Kayla/Lydia friendship fluff so please review and see ya later my friends **** x**


	67. Chapter 67 - Blast from the past

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Kayla's only sane thought at that moment was 'oh crap… she should really learn to control her temper' but that was washed away when Erica grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her sideways violently, her back hitting off the side of the chair and then her one and only thought was 'wow, what a complete and utter _bitch'_.

"_Girls_" She heard Ms Morrell exclaim loudly, standing up behind her desk, "Calm down" She emphasised but Kayla was having none of it – and it was clear Erica wasn't either.

"Get off me" Kayla screamed back, bringing her leg up and kicking Erica in the stomach, sending her flying backwards into the desk and Kayla just blew an aggravated huff of air out, getting her hair out of her face as she stood up, ignoring the pain in her back.

"Urghhhh, how dare _you_" Erica snarled, struggling to her feet as Ms Morrell tried to get between them but she couldn't.

"How dare I? _How dare I_?" Kayla exclaimed angrily, feeling a whirlwind of emotions bubbling in her stomach, "Get your head out of your ass you psychotic bitch" She spat out, completely over-run with anger because what a bloody _nerve_ of her – Kayla had had it up to *here* with her and her stupid comments and judgemental looks and scathing words, she had just had enough, as simple as that.

"Ahhhh" Erica groaned, taking a step forward as Ms Morrell picked up her phone on her desk and began dialling a number and, in the sane part of her mind, Kayla really hoped it wasn't the cops because, awkward much? Her boyfriends' father arresting her – that would go down _great_ at Christmas dinners. "I don't care if your cousin is Derek, you can't hide behind him forever"

"_I'm not_" Kayla screamed, her fists balling, "Where is he now huh?" She asked, letting out a patronising shrug as she stared around the office, "Exactly – not here so how about you just crawl back to him because I'm done with the _lot of you_ – him, you, Isaac, you're all just as bad as each other"

"Coming from _you_" Erica snapped back disdainfully, giving her a once over, "At least Derek chose me… he's just _stuck_ with you" She spat, hatred laced in her voice and Kayla faltered slightly, taking a step back in shock as the words stung slightly, hitting her right in the heart and how was it she always knew how to push her buttons? Erica always just seemed to say and do things that always _got_ to her, _irritating_ her, getting on her _nerves_, making her feel like absolute _shit_ and she's said it before but she'll say it again – _bitch_.

And, for the second time that morning, was how they both ended up sprawled on the floor… in the _damn_ school corridor – she had kicked Erica through the waiting room door, Erica had thrown her to the floor and it escalated from there pretty quickly.

"Girls – stop it right **now**" Ms Morrell shouted at them, scurrying out into the corridor after them, "This is not the way to resolve issues" – safe to say they both ignored her.

"Heartless cow" Erica shouted, grabbing her shoulder and throwing her over her head from her lying position on the floor so she crashed onto her back and, wow, _ow_…

"Coming from you" Kayla shot back, pulling herself up into a standing position, placing her hands on her knees, "Take a look in the mirror – I can guarantee you're not the fairest of them all yourself '_Erica'_" She mimicked, wincing slightly at the pain in her back as Erica, too, stood up, fury gleaming in her eyes.

"Maybe not" She smirked, "But I'm different now… I can _do_ anything, _be_ anything… get _whoever_ I want" She said meaningfully, raising an eyebrow at her and, some part of Kayla knew that if she wanted to beat Erica at her own game then this was not the way to do it – Erica _wanted_ a fight, she _wanted_ confrontation, she _lived_ for that sort of thing and Kayla with her stupid short temper was just a fly stuck in her spiders' web.

Well, not today Erica… not today.

"You wanna play?" Kayla asked, taking in a deep breath just like Stiles had instructed her to do, keeping her temper in check even though her whole body was just itching to get into a fight with her, to let out all her frustrations on the one idiot that caused so much destruction, "Let's play then Erica" She whispered with a smirk, watching as the girl in question furrowed her eyebrows, obviously shocked at her sudden change of attitude.

"We're not five _Kayla" _She rolled her eyes, "You gonna go running to mommy because you got beat up?" She asked in a childish voice, a dangerous smile spreading across her face.

"Quite the contrary actually" Kayla replied calmly – yes, it shocked her too – even though her blood was still pumping furiously, complete hatred running through her veins but she just kept focusing on Allison's caring nature, Lydia's sass, Scott's protectiveness and Stiles' adorable dorkiness, "I'm going back to class, focusing on my grades and completing my assignments" And that just seemed to confuse Erica even more as Kayla just smiled, sorting out her askew vest top, "I'm gonna hang out with my friends, my boyfriend, maybe even give Tabby a call while you continue to be a bitter, jealous bitch who tries _way_ too hard to get noticed" yeah – two could play that game ya know.

"What are yo-"

"Thank you Erica" Kayla said, nodding her head as Erica just stared at her in bewilderment, "You made me realise I'm wasting my incredibly valuable time on you – good day" She gave a small, patronising courtesy, not even picking up her bag from the office as she turned around, slowly walking back to class, ignoring Ms Morrell's shocked look and Erica's death glare because, no, Erica could take as many digs at her as she wanted but it wasn't going to work – _not ever_.

So maybe this whole 'anger management' thing was working… Stiles really should consider becoming a therapist because, man, could that boy work wonders even outside of the bedroom.

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><p>"I'm gonna <em>kill him<em>" Kayla fumed as she strode angrily next to Scott and Stiles down the corridor from the canteen, "I'm gonna kill him with some lighter fluid and matches and then chop him up into tiny little pieces and feed him to the wolves" She exclaimed because _dammit Derek_ what was he on? And yes, Kayla should've known he would've done it but she believed him, even though he was an expert liar.

"Yes, I can see that anger management tips went down like a _dream_" Stiles replied sarcastically and Kayla just threw him a glare before shaking her head, taking in a deep breath.

"Yes, okay, sorry, carry on" She nodded and Stiles just sent her a shocked look like he couldn't _actually_ believe she had that much level of self-control – self back pat _thank you_.

"Well, I'll check the ice rink and see if Boyd's there, Stiles you could go check his home and Kayla uh…" He trailed off, slowing down and giving her a sideways glance, "You could try _not_ and kill Derek like you tried to kill Erica"

"_Once_" She exclaimed, getting all het up again before shaking her head and remembering that she was a changed person now – no more un-necessary anger, "Okay twice" She admitted and Scott just cocked an eyebrow, giving her a dubious glance, "fine, three times" And then Stiles coughed disbelievingly, making her send him a glare, "_Four times then_ – and you're really testing my patience" She warned, pointing a finger at Stiles before looking back to Scott, "I could find Derek… ya know… and _not_ kill him?"

"Sounds… good" Scott nodded, still unconvinced, "Because we can't let Boyd do this"

"Why not?" Stiles asked and both Kayla and Scott sent him a desperate, shocked look, "I mean… You said Derek's giving them a choice and-"

"Stiles are you _mad_?" Kayla exclaimed as Scott grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him closer to him, keeping their voices lowered, "Actually, on second thoughts, don't answer that" She added.

"We can't" Scott hushed whispered, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I mean…Boyd seems cool and what if his body rejects the bite? They'll be black goo oozing from everywhere in his body while he slowly dies… not a good way to go Stiles" Kayla said back, letting out a shrug as both boys gaped at her.

"Is that was actually happens?" Stiles exclaimed quietly, his face screwing up in disgust.

"Off topic Stiles" She smirked, "but yeah…"

"We can't let Derek turn anyone else... it'll only end badly you _know_ that Stiles" Scott said and Stiles just looked uncertain, beginning to slow down.

"But… but you gotta admit Erica looks pretty damn good, actually the word 'sensational' comes to mind" He admitted while Kayla just bit the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes as she gave him a 'really?' look, "I mean… I didn't… I meant-"Stiles fumbled, his cheeks getting blotchy as he tried to explain himself, "I meant… I meant 'stunning'- no wait, I don't mean that either, no, nope… uh… she's… just… _stupid_" Stiles explained, rambling now, "Really, really stupid… and fake… kinda confident in a hot way, _dammit_, no, I didn't say that, I take that back" He rushed out, waving his arms out wildly making Kayla and Scott sidestep, "I was talking about you, I meant you… except for the stupid part because you're not, you know… stupid… and… and… and…" Stiles trailed off, a hyperactive glint in his eyes, "And… really hot – you are, not Erica"

"Stiles?" She gave him a sickly sweet smile, batting her eyelids as he glanced down at her, "Shut up" She added, dropping the nice exterior and glaring at him, "We get it – she's swankiliscious now, _whatever" _She rolled her eyes, focusing back on Scott _"_Carry on Scott"

"Uh… okay" He sent them both a nervous glance, "Well, uh… yeah" He nodded his head while Kayla just avoided Stiles' gaze, "Boyd, staying human, all agree?" And Kayla just hummed in response while Stiles still looked uncertain about the whole situation.

"Stiles…" Scott started to say, grabbing his best friends' arm, "Using Erica as an example is weak because, sure, she may be… 'Attractive' now but what do you think she'll look like with a Wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"_Sensational_ actually" Kayla quoted what Stiles had said earlier sarcastically, throwing him another heated stare, "Definitely something I could help her with"

"_Kayla_…"

"Okay, sorry" She bowed her head, rolling her eyes as Scott used that 'mom' tone "No more dead werewolves – got it"

"Okay, okay, she looks terrible" Stiles exclaimed, "Now and forever… but you do know this isn't your responsibility don't you Scott?"

"They all are" Scott answered truthfully as Kayla gazed at him because, from the awkward newbie werewolf Kayla had met him as he had turned into this… this selfless, incredible, protective guy – Allison sure was lucky.

They were all silent for a moment as they processed that before Stiles nodded, accepting Scott's answer.

"Okay, okay I'm with ya" And Kayla just spoke up with a "Me too" because even if Derek was giving them a choice – which she wasn't one hundred percent sure of – a werewolf was a curse, her family learnt that the hard way and Scott was beginning to too.

"But, just so you know this new found heroism is making me very attracted to you" Stiles said innocently, sending her a small smile as his eyes flitted back to Scott's wide eyed stare and she couldn't help but smirk, "No, seriously, do you wanna try making out for a second or?"

Scott's wide eyed look just faded to amusement as he rolled his eyes, grabbing Stiles' bag that was on his back and yanked him forward while Kayla just gave a playful pout before shouting after them, "I'd be up for that" She shrugged, beginning to follow them, "I mean… if you ever plan to then be sure and call me because that is something I definitely don't wanna miss… _Ever_… guys? Guys? Are you listening to me? Seriously… don't be put off… I'm sure Allison can join in too, private party and all that jazz… guys, c'mon… be adventurous…_**guys**_?"

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><p>Finding Derek was like finding a needle in a hay stack – actually, she could probably find the needle quicker because although Derek was a wolf he was sleeker than a wild cat <em>that's<em> for blinking sure. She checked his underground quarters, the gas station because he _loved_ his car, even double checked the school and Erica's house (which meant she had to hack into the school system and find her address but, _shhhh_, don't tell Sheriff Stilinski) and still nothing – darn.

Which only left one place and… eurghhhh, why there of all places?

The Hale house.

She honestly didn't want to go but if it meant Boyd not getting turned then it was worth it right? Well, at least she told herself that.

Which was why just a few minutes later she found herself parking her car just outside the house, the whole environment eerily quiet and even though it had been like this for, now, the past seven years it still seemed unreal.

It used to be so full of life – Derek's mom baking cookies, kids running around playing on tyre swings and burying time capsules, even Peter used to have a vegetable patch not far away – yeah… unbelievable but true, he used to have green fingers only now they were red – you know… all the blood he spilt and all – cheery thought huh?

She pulled herself out of the car, hugging her arms around her torso, looking around, keeping her eyes and ears open for any dangers but, surprisingly, it seemed enemy free…at least for now.

She cast a nervous glance around before slowly walking to the side, getting closer to the entry to the woods, her eyes landing on a large oak and she smiled lightly, her mind travelling to the past – nine years ago she had buried her favourite necklace under there, along with her cousins burying some other stuff around their favourite spots. Her hand reached out, fingers dancing across the oak – her seven year old self promised she would return when she was twenty one, officially an adult, and dig it back up and, even though curiosity was burning in her stomach to just see if it was still there, she mentally shook her head, dispelling that thought from her mind.

Nope – Kayla doesn't break her promises and that was _that_.

Though, just as she pulled her hand away from the wood a cold shiver went up her spine and, like that popular phrase went, it felt like someone was walking over her grave – creepy as heck. She glanced down, her converse clad feet crunching over some leaves as she took a step back because what was it with her and escaping death by a millisecond – guess they were desperate for her, huh?

"Shut up Kayla" She muttered to herself, violently shaking her head and striding back towards the house, "You aren't gonna die so just… shut up brain, you are not needed at this moment – I mean it" She warned, uh, herself, "I'll put you on silent"

Bad mental health ran in the family right? Aw great, fab, _amazing_, guess she had _a lot_ to look forward too.

The floorboards creaked under her feet as she opened the door, casting a dubious glance around her because, wow, how could Derek have even _considered_ living here? It was just plain… _weird_, no other words to describe it.

"Derek?" She called out, stepping in further, "Is your broody ass here?"

No answer. Of course – even if he _was_ here he wouldn't have answered anyway, so stubborn that man.

"Derry?" She used his old nickname, hoping to get a stir out of him if he happened to be around, which would be convenient considering she had just spent the last two hours looking for him, "Kinda need to talk with you…"

Still nothing.

"Darn" She muttered, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway, taking a left and gingerly pushing open the door to the basement, curiosity sparking in her stomach.

Yeah, okay, she was weird too. Why would she _willingly_ go to the place most of her family had died at? No clue… guess it was just in her genes, simple as that.

"Der?" She called out, "You still in a pissy mood or…?" She trailed off, taking careful steps down the stairs, not paying attention to her surroundings until she heard a loud 'BOO' just to her right and let out a small scream, her careful footing loosing balance as it broke the rotting wooden step, her foot disappearing down it before her whole body just tumbled down the steps, every part of her hitting off of something hard.

"…Ow" She mumbled through a faceful of dirt, spitting it out as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, no doubt full of bruises and scrapes, "What the hell?"

"Surprise" Peter beamed, jumping over the banister and landing beside her, a smirk on his face, "So graceful Kay"

"Not you" She groaned, giving her head a small shake as she pushed herself up on her hands and knees, her head banging, her ankle bleeding, "And how many times – don't call me that"

He ignored her…of course – "Here to bring flowers to my grave?"

And, until now, she had completely forgotten that he was buried here and _oh crap_… **damn**.

"No" She said bluntly, stumbling to her feet shakily, "You can get that idea right out of your head and… why the hell are you here…I thought I had gotten rid of you… _again_"

"_Please_" Peter sassed, waving his hand in front of her face, "Don't be so dense… I've _told_ you… you can't get rid of me for long you know"

"Then death would be well-welcomed" She replied instantly, "If it meant not having you following me about like a lost puppy"

"Dramatic much?" He smirked, looking around the basement, "And what did you expect? You traipse in here, clumsily I might add, to the place where I'm buried… I'm like the hulk of all spirits here" And, well, shit… she really should've thought about that.

"Damn" She muttered under her breath, hating his cocky smirk, "Well, the least you could do is make yourself useful… has Derek been here?"

"No" Peter replied instantly as he began whistling, his hands clasped behind his back as Kayla looked around the basement that was still kitted up with all of Kate's 'torture' devices and, wow, the least she could've done was cleaned up after herself – rude much? Then her eyes fell on a dark shiny object and she furrowed her eyebrows, leaning down to pick it up.

"Sweet" She muttered, turning her phone over in her hand – it was her phone and, _yes_, this was better than finding Derek – she had her priorities straight _that's_ for sure.

"Oh yeah… I should've told you it was there"

"Whatever" She just replied, pocketing her phone in her shorts' pockets, "So… you stay here while I go… that sounds like the best plan I have ever come up with" She told him, beginning to walk, carefully, back up the stairs, trying not to cause an accident – seriously, sometimes she was so clumsy it was a miracle she was a gymnast.

"I wouldn't go back up there if I was you" And Kayla just threw him a glare over her shoulder because, seriously, where else would she go?

"Well I'm not staying down here to rot along with you... I'm _actually_ alive" She sassed, ignoring the dramatic roll of his eyes, "I'm serious Kayla it's-"

"It's what? Dangerous?" She chuckled, "Trust me on this Peter – I'm outta here... It's freaky enough just _being_ on the premises" She told him honestly, opening the door back out onto the hallway, "This place is your type of creepy – not mine"

"No, it's because there's-"

"Kayla" A voice interrupted and Kayla snapped her head up as she almost walked head first into Chris Argent who, surprise surprise, was flanked by his flackies, "You were the one Hale I didn't expect to see"

"Mr Argent" She replied civilly, ignoring Peter smirking at her, "It's a pleasure"

"Who were you talking to?" he asked suspiciously, glancing behind her and Kayla just gazed at Peter quickly from the corner of her eye, "Anyone else here with you?"

"Oh… I know the answer to this" Peter exclaimed, sticking his hand in the air, "Your dead father – that will go down well, don't you think Kay?" And she just gritted her teeth in annoyance because, seriously, he was never this annoying before that damn fire.

"_Shut it_" She hissed before sending Chris a dazzling smile, "No one… just myself" He gave her a dubious glance, "Which is a perfectly sane thing to do by the way" She explained, cocking an eyebrow, "Because who better to ask for advice? Exactly, yourself" She nodded her head, "So if you'll excuse me-"

"Not so fast" He grabbed her arm, halting her in her tracks, "Where's Derek?"

"Why do you think I'm here? For the awesome scenery?" She asked sarcastically, pulling her arm back from his grasp.

"Just answer the question"

"I. Don't. Know" She paused between syllables, widening her eyes in a truthful way, "What? You want to polygraph me as well?"

Chris gave her a once over before, reluctantly, taking a step back, allowing her entry to the door, "Very well - but if I find out you're lying then-"

"Then, what? You'll take away my toys?" She chuckled, "Chris, I get it, you hate Derek but maybe someday you'll see me as not _just_ a Hale but a person too… who's also capable of thinking with her own mind" She nodded to him as walked past, "Your daughter realises that, hopefully you won't be far behind her" And then she left the house, slamming the door behind her and was in the car in two seconds flat.

"Hate those Argents" Peter muttered from beside her in the passenger seat making her give a small jump, still not used to him just appearing whenever he damn well felt like it.

"I really wish you were just stuck to haunt that house" She mumbled, pulling her phone from her pocket and switching it on and, by whatever it miracle, it still had a sliver of charge left, "Seems like good punishment"

"Ha-ha, very funny" Peter replied dryly, throwing his feet up on the dashboard, "So where we off to? Florida? Kentucky? I hear Louisiana is _great_ this time of year… wanna pop back home, see your old friends? Maybe get some pizza with extra pepper?"

"Do you _ever_ stop talking?" She exclaimed with an eye roll, "It's making me want to _actually_ be deaf"

"Again with the dramatics… must run in the family"

"Keep this-"She pointed to her mouth, "Zipped, or else you'll find me searching for the longest and most painful exorcism out there"

"Won't work Kay" He sung chipperly, "I'm here in your noggin and can't be 'expelled' by a simple exorcism… those things don't work anyway"

She just let out a groan of annoyance, banging her head off the steering wheel causing it to let out a loud honking beep.

"You. Are. So. _Annoying_"

"Thanks for the compliment sweetheart" Peter smirked and Kayla threw him a glare, narrowing her eyes.

"Don't call me that"

"Sure sweetheart, whatever you say" And Kayla just sucked in a deep breath, tuning out his voice as she angrily hit the keys on her phone, quickly scrolling through the unread messages and looking at the hundreds of missed calls – most of which were from Stiles… _most_, emphasise on the _most, _because there was one other number that she recognised and her heart dropped, fingers going slack around the phone.

She really thought he would have gotten a new phone.

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><p>"I… I can't even remember what we were saying" Kayla chuckled drunkenly, shaking her head slowly, "Some-something about… bears? Or-or maybe it was koalas"<p>

"None of the above" Lydia laughed shrilly, topping up her glass with more wine, her own eyes glassy as she was completely and utterly out of her head, as was Kayla, "You-you were saying how your ex was a… a something I can't quite recall"

"A _wolf_" Kayla exclaimed, her drink sloshing out of the glass as she raised her arm triumphantly, "A horrible… big… stupid wolf" She shook her head, almost downing the glass again, "Big… stupid… wolf"

"Well… Well I, for one, hate men now" Lydia announced and Kayla squinted her eyes, trying to focus better because why was everything suddenly blurry? "And… that's that"

Kayla erupted into a giggle fit, tears streaming down her cheeks as she leaned forward on the couch, her hand landing on Lydia knee, "Lyd… I… I don't know what's so funny but I'm laughing" She screeched hysterically as Lydia frowned, blinking blearily before, too, smiling, drunken chuckles escaping her throat.

Okay, rewind – the massive bombshell? Aiden calling her and leaving a voicemail – did she read the voicemail yet? No. Did she want to? Eh. And, almost just as bad, Boyd was a werewolf now as Stiles had informed her as they all met up at the ice rink and that failure, combined with Aiden of all people calling her, made her call round at Lydia's and them to crack open a bottle of vodka… and maybe one or two bottles of wine… or it could've been cases, Kayla didn't know, she was as drunk as a skunk – an elephant dressed in a tutu could come barging through that door dancing to 'single ladies' and Kayla would've just thought it was normal.

And now here they were…completely blazing while Lydia's mom was out – what rebels.

"We need refills" Lydia announced dramatically, knocking over the almost empty wine bottle in her haste to stand up off the couch, "We… we need more" – and then she promptly fell down, her legs giving way.

And Kayla thought it was the funniest thing ever.

"Lydia… Lyd what… what are you doing on the… the…" She chuckled, unable to find the right word, "The… what's it called?"

"I don't know" Lydia laughed, lying on her back, cheeks flushed, "I should know… but I don't… but it's comfy" She giggled, her arms reaching out above her, "I think we're in heaven Kay"

"Is it nice?" Kayla exclaimed, eyes going wide as she lay down on the couch, staring down at Lydia in amazement because, wow, heaven? Wow… that was the place to be tonight… you know what she meant?

"Better than sex" Lydia grinned, suddenly grabbing Kayla's arm and yanking her down, "I mean… wow"

"Wow" Kayla repeated, falling on top of Lydia as they both erupted into some more, hysterical, girly giggles, minds completely askew, "It is soft" Kayla exclaimed, mouth gaping because… soft… so soft.

"That's my leg silly" Lydia laughed and Kayla just snorted as she rolled off Lydia, looking to the side, "Oh... so it is… but it's a nice leg"

"Oh…. _Thank you_" Lydia said, grabbing her hand in a tight grasp, "That's the sweetest compliment I've ever gotten"

"And I _mean_ it" Kayla replied meaningfully, tilting her head to the side, "I mean… what was I saying?"

Lydia just laughed, shaking her head cluelessly, "I… I don't know"

"Lyd… Lydia" Kayla laughed, "Y-You know what we should do?" She slurred, pushing herself up on her elbows, "We should get married"

"Oh my god… we _should_" Lydia exclaimed back, a sudden look of realisation dawning on her face as she sat up quickly before she blinked rapidly and promptly fell back next to Kayla, "Can we Kayla? I think that's the best idea _ever_"

"It _is_" Kayla emphasised, looking at Lydia with bright eyes, "And… Allison can be a bridesmaid and Tabby can be a flowergirl-"

"_Yeah_" Lydia exclaimed, her strawberry blonde hair covering practically all of her face, "And, uh… that Styman guy-"

"Who?" Kayla chuckled, completely clueless as Lydia's head rolled forward before snapping back up, her eyes completely unfocused.

"St-iles or… Styman, whatever" She emphasised "He can be the maid of honour" And Kayla erupted into more giggles, her whole body feeling all buzzy and hyper and… wow… the room was moving real quick.

"It's… its official" Kayla grinned, "_We're getting married_" She shouted, grabbing Lydia's free hand and pulling it into the air in a victory type way, "Confetti time"

"What have I missed?" She heard a familiar voice ask and they both looked up from the… heaven place they were lying on, squinting their eyes through their crazy hair to see someone standing in the doorway, his eyebrows raised in shock.

"Styman" Kayla greeted, a drunken smile appearing on her face, "Lydia and I are getting married… and you're the maid of honour" She whispered the last part, crawling to her hands and knees, "You can wear a pretty dress and Allison can do your hair" She suddenly dissolved into more giggles, "Oh but… you don't have any"

"I think you're drunk" Styman chuckled, walking forward and kneeling down in front of her, an amusement smirk plastered on his face.

"No" Kayla laughed, trying to slap his chest but she accidentally ended up slapping his face gently, patting his cheek, "But I think we're drunk"

"I just said… never mind" He chuckled, "I should probably get you two to bed"

"No" Lydia whined, rolling about on the floor, "We need more wine, give us more wine"

"I'm cutting you off" Stiles chuckled, shaking his head, "You're both… wasted"

"Styman why… why is there three of you here?" She questioned with a drunken smile, trying to touch the other two that were floating around beside him, "Not that I mind… could be fun…"

"It's Stiles" Styman said, "St-iles… say it with me" He instructed, running a hand through her hair, tilting her head up to look him in the eye "St-_iles_"

"Styman… that's what I said… _stupid_" She giggled, patting his head, "We're not stupid… _stupid_" She grinned, giving her head a small shake.

"Really?" Styman asked in disbelief, a smile lighting up his wonderful features that Kayla just couldn't take her eyes off of, "What's two plus two?"

"_A really big number_" Kayla whispered in his ear, leaning forward "A scary big number Styman… that's scary"

"Okay" Styman laughed, "Bed time for you two"

"But… but…" Lydia trailed off, her eyes drifting shut, "I wanna go to the mall…" And then she was out of it.

"We're getting married you know" Kayla said quietly as Styman helped her stand up, "Lydia and me… married…"

"Somehow I think you'll feel differently in the morning" He grinned, his gentle arms sliding around her back and slinking under her legs, lifting her easily into his arms.

"N-No…" She protested, completely drunk, mind blank, "Lydia and I l-love each other… she's my bro"

"I know she is Kaylz"

"Who Kaylz?" Kayla asked, throwing her head back as Styman walked up the stairs, "I'm… I'm…who am I?" She giggled hysterically, her whole body going limp in his embrace, "I actually think I'm really drunk" And then she went out like a light.

**A/N) Hope you all liked this chapter and I would appreciate any feedback you wonderful people – next chapter out very soon and, SNEAK PEAK – Aiden? Ha, I'll leave you guessing, so please review and I'll see you next chapter :)**

**ALSO – I FORESHADOWED – dunno if any of you picked it up but let's just say that 'walking over your grave' thing will play a big part in later stories – there's a hint for you **** x**


	68. Chapter 68 - red corner vs blue corner

**Teen Wolf is nay mine folks – a massive shout out to WickedlyMinx, CourtneyxWolf725, VampirePrincess11, lose-your-mind, CupCakes24, MateriaGirl16, Luna888, MacRieve Girl, PassionForWritingAlex, FizzWizz2011 and msspicyjalapeno for reviewing, you're all awesome, hope you enjoy this chapter **** x**

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake" An amused voice said as Kayla groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes at the light shining in through the blinds causing a headache…well, she probably had a headache before because, ow, bad hangover alert.

"Shhhh… quiet voices" Kayla groaned, stretching as she kicked off the covers, overcome with a hangover hot flush, "Coma ward"

Stiles just chuckled, his hand landing on her forehead, gently wiping away some stray hair, "Then surely if it's a coma ward no one would care if I use inside voices"

"Urghhh" She groaned, turning her head into the pillow, "Don't logic me Stiles"

"So no Styman today then?" He asked, sounding amused

"Sounds like an STD" Kayla replied quietly, blowing out a breath as she, slowly, took away her arm from her face, blinking rapidly against the god awful light, "Stiles… can you tell the sun to go away please – and be nice, if not it'll just go in a huff"

"Are you still drunk?" He asked in amazement.

She let out a muffled chuckle, "Probably" Before rolling over, thinking it was her own bed where she normally sleeps on the left side but, alas, it couldn't have been because she heard Stiles let out a sound of warning before she toppled off the side, flat on her face.

"…Ow" She groaned, all tangled up in the duvet, "That's a safety hazard"

"The hazard being yourself" Stiles chuckled, picking her up by the arms and sitting her back on the bed, "When you're drunk you are _so_ not graceful"

"When you're drunk you're… you're… stupid" She couldn't think of anything else to say, "And this isn't my bed… where's my bed? My bed is better"

"Your bed is at home, this is Lydia's"

"Oh yes… I remember now… Lydia and I, some wine and vodka… not a good combination"

"Probably not" Stiles agreed, "But it's certainly an interesting one"

"Hmmmmm" She just agreed half-heartedly, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "Oh god… we didn't do anything too stupid did we?"

"Depends on your definition" Stiles shot back with a smirk, "You gave me a name like an STD, passed out and, to top it all off, got engaged" And Kayla gaped at him, "And here's the plot twist – not to me, your boyfriend, no-no" He chuckled like it was the funniest thing in the world, "To one of your best friends" And Kayla just groaned as she twisted around, looking at Lydia who was buried under the covers, light snores coming from her throat.

"Oh no… how am I gonna break this off without breaking her heart?" She smirked, leaning forward and slapping Lydia's shoulder and, when that didn't wake her up, she began jostling her roughly, almost sending the petite strawberry blonde off the bed.

"Urghhh… five more minutes' mom"

"Not your mom" She smirked, poking Lydia in the side repeatedly, "I'm your fiancée apparently" And Lydia just opened one eye, peaking out at them both, make up running down her face.

"Are we wearing engagement rings too?" And Kayla just smirked as she shook her head while Lydia pulled herself up into a sitting position, looking down at her hands, "Shame – guess it's not official then"

"You sound so cut up about it" Kayla joked back as Lydia smiled at her.

"You have the wrong merchandise my friend…come back and we'll talk when you grow a penis"

"Artificially or home grown?" Kayla laughed, lying back down on the bed, now fully awake.

"Home grown – _duh_" Lydia sassed and Kayla just chuckled at her while Stiles just shook his head in amusement, pulling himself up off the chair, "I'll make some super strong coffee for you two drunkards over here… come down when you're ready"

"Will do" Kayla called back, watching him disappear from Lydia's bedroom and flap his way down the stairs.

"Wait… he doesn't know about your ex yet does he?" Lydia asked, no doubt confused about Stiles' chipper mood.

"No… because I don't know if there's anything to 'know' yet – I haven't listened to the voice message"

"Well do it" Lydia demanded, pointing a perfectly manicured finger in her face, "Now, right this very second" And Kayla just frowned, indecision shining on her face.

"Trust me… the curiosity will just eat away at you so, as your best friend, I'm _insisting_ that you find out what that jerk wants so I know whether to kick him between the legs… with my heels"

"Okay, okay" Kayla surrendered, throwing her hands in the air, "Keep your pants on"

"Though, I'm telling you, if Stiles didn't come in last night then they might have been off to celebrate our engagement" Lydia said, pulling herself out of bed, "We were so drunk"

"You're telling me… I can't even remember what Allison looks like"

"Uhhh…. Dark hair… uhhh" Lydia trailed off, shaking her head, "Yeah… I can't remember – I get first shower" Lydia stumbled into the bathroom but, just before she closed the door, she stuck her head back out.

"We're de-engaged now so don't think you can come in and get a sneaky view" She joked and Kayla laughed, picking up a pillow and throwing it at the door.

"Ah Lydia… you're forgetting… my boyfriend is downstairs… If I wanted a sneaky view I'd ask him"

"You'd better" Lydia warned jokingly as she shut the door and Kayla just frowned, waiting for the shower to turn on, checking Stiles wasn't in hearing distance as she picked up her phone from its place on the bedside table, quickly hitting the voicemail button before she could change her mind.

"You have sixty four new voice messages" The female electronic voice said and Kayla just groaned, hoping Aiden's one would be first because sixty four? She didn't have the patience for that.

And luckily, or unluckily, depending on which way you look at it, his was first.

"Kayla, um… it's me, Aiden, your ex… sort of I guess… look, I know this is sudden and out of the blue but… I need your help… desperately… I'm stuck in this bad situation and I don't know what to do, I just thought that maybe… maybe you could help – we had some good times didn't we? So, uh… If you don't hate me still then, please, come to L.A… uh… Wilcox drive, number… seventeen, 90035… please Kayla? I need help!" And the call ended and Kayla just thought 'aw crap' as she shook her head, throwing her head in in her hands.

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><p>For the next hour Kayla hummed and Ha'd the decision she would have to make even though she kind of already knew the answer – she hated Aiden, despised him even, wanted to get away from him but, still, she couldn't help but think that if she helped him sooner then he wouldn't be down this dark path now.<p>

And that's what helped make up her mind – a guilty conscience.

Lydia gave her a nudge as her and Stiles got prepared to leave, Stiles picking up their coats from the living room and Kayla just nodded, taking a step forward.

"Um… Stiles" She started to say gingerly, not wanting to piss him off quite yet, "This is gonna sound bizarre and stupid and _really_ stupid but… today… I'm going to L.A"

"Uh… why?" He replied in bewilderment, furrowing his eyebrows, "Planning on running away or…?"

"No" She shook her head, "Um… you know Aiden right?"

His eyes darkened considerably, "I don't know an 'Aiden' but if you're talking about your ex then, sure, I've heard things about him"

His tone of voice indicated that he will not be pleased if she carried on bringing him up, "Well, uh… he called-" cue the bug eyed look "-More of a voice message actually and he sounded really… ya know… in a bad place"

"And why is that you're problem?" He demanded and Kayla saw Lydia cringe, leaning back against the door frame.

"It's not… in a sense, but it kinda is" She fumbled, "I never want to see him again, truthfully, but… if I could just go there and not stay, get him some real help, I'll be back by tonight and never have to worry or feel guilty about him again"

"No way" He exclaimed, "You can't do that"

"Uh… why not?" She snarked, forehead lowering, "I'm my own person… I can if I want"

"Because it's Aiden… the guy you _dated_… your _ex_" He shouted, "You can't just drop everything to run to his side"

"I'm not" She exclaimed, "See? No hands full!"

"Don't be cute" He snapped back, suddenly looking angry, "Why do you 'need' to go?"

"I just do" She shrugged, not ready to admit her guilt over Aiden of all people, "You don't need to know why"

"I'm your boyfriend"

"So?" Kayla demanded, "Does that give you the right to know everything that's going on in my head?!"

"Chance would be a fine thing" He muttered, narrowing his eyes.

"Okay Stiles, what is this really about?"

"It's about my girlfriend wanting to drive to LA to meet her ex to 'help' him" He scoffed, "While we have more important crap going on here"

"No Stiles" She dead panned, "What is this _really_ about?"

"You going to LA" He insisted, eyes wide, "Aiden is not important here"

"Stiles, don't lie to me" She shouted, "What is your problem?"

"I'm just fed up with guys lusting over you okay?" He screamed back, spreading his arms wide, "Isaac, this _Aiden_ guy, about every other red blooded male in Beacon Hills, _I hate it"_

"Well you should trust me enough to know that it's nothing" Kayla exclaimed, balling her fists as she saw Lydia just staring between the two, her eyebrows furrowing, "For god sake Stiles you're being ridiculous"

"_I'm-I'm being ridiculous_? I am? Ridiculous? _Me_?" He hollered back, letting out a disbelieving chuckle as he shook his head, "My girlfriends' ex calls her out of the blue asking for help and she is actually considering it even though he ruined her life? Yeah, sure Kaylz, _I'm_ being the ridiculous one" He let out a loud scoff as Kayla narrowed her eyes at him.

"Not 'considering' Stiles, I'm going to and you, of all people, can't stop me"

"I can and I will" He said back determinedly, taking a step forward, "You are not going"

"Excuse me_! Excuse me_!" She screamed in anger as she saw from the corner of her eye Lydia's eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, "I am your girlfriend not an object that you can just boss around and I am _certainly_ not taking orders from _you_"

"I am asking you to please just… not go" Stiles said, his eyes going wide, "Leave him… for me"

"Asking me? Cos it sure as hell sounded like you were demanding I stay because you have this stupid jealously thing going on well, let me tell you something-"She was ranting now as she took a step forward, pointing an accusatory finger in his face, "-The fact that you're 'asking' me to stay just proves you don't know me as well as you think you do – I'm not gonna cheat on you, I don't care for Aiden one bit but… he was just as broken and twisted as I was and I just left him to deal with all that shit on his own"

"Yeah because he _knocked you up_" Stiles shouted back, "Got you addicted to drugs… Am I the only one that seems to remember this? Because it seems like you had more crap to deal with than him"

"You think I want to do this?" She screeched, "I don't – I hate his guts, I never want to see him again ever but… but if he does something bad – _again_ – when I could have done something… then it will be my fault, _my fault_ if someone gets hurt"

"No it won't be" Stiles insisted, "He's perfectly capable of thinking for himself… you don't have to take responsibility for him"

"I know that" She said softly, "I do, he's not my responsibility… he never really was"

"Then don't go, it's as simple as that" Stiles shrugged and Kayla just scoffed as she shook her head, rolling her eyes because he really didn't get it at all did he? It wasn't because he asked… it was because, some part of her, wanted to help – maybe it was to clear her conscience, maybe because as much as she hated to admit it they were together at one point and nothing could change that – _nothing_ – despite how hard she wanted to.

"You just don't understand Stiles" She said sadly, stubbornly crossing her arms just as Lydia's doorbell rang and Kayla didn't even register it because it was not important, not right now because, really, who could it possibly be at the crack of dawn?

"I'll just get that shall I?" Lydia asked but all she received was silence back so she just rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath about 'couple theatrics' before turning on her heel and heading to the door.

"No… I understand perfectly" Stiles said, "You still love him"

"What? _No_" Kayla exclaimed in outrage, shaking her head, "For god sake Stiles stop jumping to conclusions you know I don't, I never did"

"Well you must have had some degree of feelings for him to sleep with him" He replied in a hard voice, "Or are you gonna tell me next that you just jump into bed with any stranger for the hell of it"

That stung – a lot – because he knew that wasn't true but Kayla just held her head high, narrowing her eyes because she got it, she did, he was mad, she would be too and he had every right to act out but over someone like _Aiden_? Couldn't he just give her the benefit of the doubt?

"Shut up" She sneered, vaguely aware of footsteps walking through the hall, "Now you're just being petty" And watched as he rolled his eyes, still looking unconvinced, "Have you ever maybe thought that I need to do this – for me? Oh no, of course you haven't, you're a guy well let me tell you something Stilinski – I have a lot of unsaid things to say to that bastard for my own piece of mind and I plan on telling them to him, sooner the better" She rambled, giving Stiles a wide eyed look because it was true – She had just left Aiden, not even tearing him a new one she just… left and since then she did have a whole pit of anger stored away for him, eating away at her because, in case you hadn't noticed, Kayla spook her mind and it was killing her that she just _let_ Aiden get away with everything.

"Wow Kayla… that hurt" A voice said mockingly and Kayla turned her head to the side slowly, eyes going wide because… no way… no way in frigging hell… she must be dreaming, or having a nightmare because how? Huh? What?

"…Aiden" She said after a pause, mouth slack as she blinked blearily, trying to convince herself it was an apparition, ghost, hallucination, _something_ and she even tried convincing herself she was just nuts because it would be a hell of a lot better than this scenario but, no, no matter what she did he was still standing there like he was a frigging welcomed guest or something.

She was _so_ not ready for this, "What the hell is this?" She demanded, her shocked look turning into one of intense anger, "Why are you here?" She added, staring down at his dark jeans, leather boots and leather jacket over a light grey T-shirt, his dark ginger hair slightly spiked and, honestly, he hadn't changed one bit and that sent her mind whirling.

"You didn't answer my call" He answered simply, letting out a small shrug as though they were discussing a lunch menu, "And I knew it would either be because you didn't get it or you got a new phone because the Kayla Hale I know doesn't turn down the chance to chew someone out"

And, out of all that, the cockiness, the arrogance, the stupid smirk dancing across his lips, the mysterious way in which he found her, all Kayla picked up on was that he thought he knew her – ha, yeah right.

"You don't know me" She replied instantly, ignoring Lydia wincing and sending her an 'oops' look, "Get out"

"I know you better than you think" He smirked, looking her up and down and Kayla just clenched her fists, sending him a death glare.

"Wait… this-this is Aiden?" Stiles interrupted in shock, his stare focused on Aiden before narrowing his eyes at the boy in question.

"The one and only" Aiden smiled at Stiles before focusing back on her, "Now Kayla… you going to call off your guard dogs so we can talk? It took a lot of effort to find you y'know" He cocked an eyebrow, sending her a flirty look, "Thought you'd make it worth my while"

"_Kitchen_" She screeched, anger and hatred rushing through her veins with absolutely no sympathy like she had before because, obviously, he was not going off the deep end, he seemed fine, "Get in the kitchen – _now_"

"Very demanding" He rolled his eyes, taking a step forward, "I used to like that y'know"

"_**Now**_" She flung out an arm, pointing to the kitchen as she narrowed her eyes.

"Okay… okay… going, going and…" He took a step over the threshold into the kitchen, "Gone" He smirked at her before disappearing further in so Kayla couldn't see him and she just clenched her jaw back, her fists curling.

"Kayla… this is stupid, you shouldn't even be giving him the time of day… he's not worth it" Stiles insisted, taking a step forward, his caramel brown eyes brimming with anger and jealously, "You're worth more than that creep"

"Stiles" She said through clenched teeth, her limbs shaking, feeling furious, "Maybe you think that… now… but I'm fed up with feeling guilty over my past that 'that creep' was a part of… he needs to know"

"Then let me do it" Stiles said darkly, taking a step forward towards the kitchen and Kayla had to put a hand against his chest to stop him, "I've got a few choice words that I would like to say"

"Don't" Kayla warned, pushing him back slightly, "This isn't your fight I just… I need to do this" She whispered the last part, already feeling her heart drop to her stomach, "I need to"

"I can't" Stiles said back, his eyebrows furrowing, "I can't let you do this… I love you and I don't want to see you hurt"

"Just… gimme five minutes" She implored as his gaze softened, "Five minutes is all I need" And then she turned around, taking determined strides into the kitchen and slamming the door shut behind her.

"You better have a _bloody_ good explanation as to why you're here" She raged, banging her open palms on Lydia's marble island in the centre of the kitchen while Aiden stood at the other side, "A _really_ good one"

"It's nice to see you too" He replied dryly, a smirk fliting across his face, "And I thought we were going to hug and make-up"

"_Stop messing around_" She demanded, narrowing her eyes, "Just a couple of months ago you called saying you were… in bad shape yet here you are, completely fine, stop playing with me Aiden"

"Were you worried?" He asked and Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, "You were weren't you?"

"Yes" She answered sharply, "But not in the way you're thinking" She snapped when he got that stupid proud smile on his face again, "I was worried about who next would get caught in your crossfire"

"No one important" He replied, "And I'm not playing you Kayla – I really was in a bad way when I called you but it was just a rough patch… a mistake… I'm fine now"

"I'm sure your definition of 'fine' is different to mine"

"It never used to be" He replied, cocking an eyebrow in a knowing way and Kayla just clenched her jaw, keeping in the profanities she wanted to shout at him.

"You didn't answer my first question" She changed the subject, "Why are you here? I haven't seen you in, like, fourteen months… what could you _possibly_ gain from coming here?"

"Awww, keeping count have you?" He mocked, "Counting off the days on your calendar since you last saw me?"

"You wish" She shot back, her eyes furious, "I mean it... why are you here?"

"Honestly? I don't know" He shrugged, "Ever since you left I've been wanting to find you, to get mad at you and Deucalion finally convinced me that now is the perfect time"

"Who the fuck is Deucalion?"

"Someone that's been _dying_ to meet you but that's a different matter completely" He waved his hand like it was unimportant, "He said it was a good part of the transition to 'confront' my past" He quoted as his eyes suddenly turned red and Kayla let out small gasp because since when was he an alpha? "And I already did that with my old pack… well, you remember them?" he smirked as she nodded numbly, "Well they're dead… slaughtered… in the bloodiest way possible"

"You're completely nuts" She exclaimed, "And here I thought Peter was bonkers"

"It was necessary and, unfortunately, he wants your head delivered to him – body detached" And Kayla just narrowed her eyes, her fists already clenching, ready for the confrontation, "Oh my god Kayla… relax, I'm not going to kill you" She just raised her eyebrows in disbelief, not breaking her stance, "As much as I've wanted to I… can't"

"Is the big bad murderous Alpha getting soft?" She mocked, keeping her eyes narrowed.

"It would be inconvenient to kill you" He rolled his eyes, "I mean… all of that drug taking, alcohol consuming, illegal parties and rough meaningless sex would just be a memory" He shrugged, sending her a dark look, "I couldn't have that"

"You're turning down a good opportunity" Kayla propositioned and, yes, she was nuts saying this but she was also nuts if she didn't admit that she had thought about killing Aiden before because he ruined her life, if he hadn't thought about killing her in return then he was just as nuts, "If I was in your shoes I would consider taking it"

"You're a Hale… murdering people is in your genes right?" He smirked, "I'm actually surprised you haven't jumped on that band wagon yet"

"Now would be a good time to start"

"Yes it would, wouldn't it?" He smirked, "Look Kayla… there's been so much I wanted to say to you-"

"Ditto" She interrupted with a slight snarl in her voice, eyes beginning to glow in anger.

"-Some are complimentary like… you're a good lay and how you can consume more alcohol than the average male"

"Gee thanks" She shot back sarcastically, "I'll have that written on my gravestone shall I?"

He ignored her, as per usual, "But mostly I just want answers"

"Answers to what?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Why you left? Why, out of all the other drunken teenagers in that dingy bar, you chose me? And why you had an abortion… can't forget about that" And Kayla stopped breathing for a second, her palms getting clammy as her heart raced in her chest.

"Oh sorry… did I hit a nerve?" He mocked, a dark edge to his voice, "And yes, I know about the abortion"

"You have no right to ask me that" She fumed, anger reaching sky high levels, "You were completely useless back then so don't come in here all high and mighty trying to make me feel guilty"

"I just want to know why you did it" He snapped, the previous civility forgotten, "I do have a right to know"

"No you don't, no you _sure as hell don't_" She exclaimed, her posture tightening, "What rights do you have? None!"

"You can convince yourself all you like that our little get together was nothing but the fact that I was the father of your baby proves otherwise"

"Yeah, and that little predicament was your fault" She shot back, "_'Sure Kayla, I always cover up, now shut up and lie down_'" She mimicked in his voice, her eyes glowing bright emerald green with rage and anguish, "And as to why I picked you… because you were just as broken and bitter as I was, not for any other reason and I left because when you were high…" She let out a dark chuckle, "Or drunk… or trying to impress your so called 'pack' you were just a stupid abusive teenager trying to control me" She snapped, "Is that good enough for you?"

"No" He replied heatedly, his eyes flashing red, "I still want to know why you got rid of our baby and why you're painting me as the bad guy… I seem to recall you being just as bad"

"I was" She agreed, "I drank too much, I spent a fortune in hospital bills, put Jane and my mom through torment, I even had an abortion but I never hit you, or put you down, or lied to you – I told you the cold, hard truth" She snapped, her breathing picking up, her voice getting considerably louder after each word, "I never even murdered anyone so just leave… I don't have time for this" She turned on her heel, holding back her emotions but Aiden's hand shot out over the island table, grabbing her around the wrist and hauling her forward so her torso slammed into the edge of the table, probably bruising her already cracked ribs.

"And I _always_ apologised for that" He growled, eyes wild, "Back then I never wanted to hurt you but I was messed up but when I was on the straight and narrow I made it up to you… I told you everything, about my past, about my life and I did care for you so don't say that I didn't" Kayla just watched him ramble, his claws elongating, digging into her skin causing a trickle of blood to run down her skin and her ribs flared up in pain, causing her to wince.

He must have caught her expression because he looked down in shock, his clawed hand drawing back and she stumbled backwards, wrapping an arm around her torso.

"Kayla… I'm-I'm sorry" He apologised, plastering a sincere look on his face, "I haven't controlled the werewolf urge in me yet"

"I've heard that before" She muttered angrily, shooting him a glare just as Stiles, followed by Lydia, clumsily barged in through the door, angry looks plastered on their faces.

"_You_" Stiles pointed a finger at Aiden, "Leave her alone or so help me god I don't care how strong you are… you will be **dead** by the time you leave this house" He threatened and Kayla just stood there, stewing in anger, her whole body shaking in fury.

"Yeah… and I'll call the police" Lydia chipped in, "On you… not on Stiles for murdering you"

"This is a private conversation" Aiden shot back, "No one invited you to join" And before anyone could answer Kayla's anger boiled over the top – literally. She picked up one of Lydia's crystal glasses and took aim, throwing it just over Aiden's head so broken glass rained down around him, startling him.

"_You want to know 'why' Aiden? Well I'll tell you why!_" She screeched, taking another expensive glass off the counter top and threw it just to the side of him, "Because I couldn't do it – not because of you or my addictions or even because of what other people might've thought it's because _I couldn't do it_" She screamed, throwing another glass at him making him duck, "Call me selfish, call me a bitch, call me whatever the hell you want but I still did it and that's not going to change" She picked up another glass, rolling it around in her hand before hitting him in the stomach with it, "And why do you all of a sudden care? You wouldn't have helped out with her, _I_ would be left to do that while you _buggered_ off to god knows where so how about you just _shut your mouth_ about matters you know nothing about" By now her eyes were burning with tears but she just kept reminding herself that she had wasted enough time on Aiden and her past and now was the time to move on, "We were using each other and I regret it a hell of a lot now so just stop Aiden… _just stop_"

Aiden's eyes landed on her and they softened slightly, "Only one of us was using the other and it wasn't me" He muttered, a gentle look plastered on his face.

"Well it sure as fuck felt like it" She shot back, breathing quickly to try and stop the tears from falling, "So… you got your answers… you can go back to _Deucalion_ now, whoever the hell that is"

"Kayla-"Aiden started to say, walking out from behind the marble table but, suddenly, Stiles was in front of her, one arm wrapping around her waist, pushing her behind him, "You heard her big guy… **leave**" He said in a dark voice, "And don't come back"

At first Kayla thought that maybe Aiden would take a swing at Stiles – he did have problems controlling his temper and he was also an alpha, not a good combination, but all he did was narrow his eyes, taking a step forward as if he was trying to intimidate Stiles but he didn't back down – in fact, Stiles just raised his head, keeping his stance.

Oh god… now, some of the stuck up girls that she went to school with would love this situation – two guys pitted against each other, one the boyfriend, the other the ex, but it just made Kayla cringe because she had never been in this situation before – she could handle herself so she wasn't used to someone protecting her… it felt out of place… but strangely calming – sure, Stiles may be human but she felt a lot safer with him here than Derek or even trained armed guards.

"…Fine" Aiden submitted, taking a step backwards, shaking his head, not speaking another word before he pushed past Lydia and a few seconds later she heard the front door slam shut.

And, just like that, all the fight left Kayla – she blew out a long breath, feeling slightly dizzy as she took a step backward, leaning against the counter top as she bowed her head, trying to control her breathing.

"Kayla… hey, Kaylz, you okay?" She heard Stiles ask as he slid his fingers in through her hair, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, "Baby… can you hear me?"

"I'm-I'm fine" She insisted, nodding her head quickly as she blinked rapidly, clearing away the unshed tears, "Completely fine" She added, sending Stiles an innocent, wide eyed look.

"No you're not" Lydia spoke up, shaking her head, "Tell her Stiles"

"You're not okay" Stiles agreed, a worried look glistening in his eyes as he took a step forward closer to her.

"Guys… I'm okay" She nodded her head even though it was a blatant lie because why Aiden of all people? Just a little while ago she was going to try and find him to see if he was okay and now… now she just cursed her stupidity – why did she think he would have changed? Why? And, most of all, why did he just show up out of the blue dragging up their past? "We spoke… after a year and… and I spoke my mind… I needed that"

"Yeah…. Still not okay" Lydia disagreed, walking closer to them, shaking her head sadly.

"Kaylz… it's okay to feel upset over this okay? He caused you so much pain and then he just appears out of nowhere and... and hurt you" He added with a dark voice as one hand travelled down to her arm, fingers wiping away the blood, "I'm gonna kill him for this"

"It's _fine_" She only further insisted, taking a side step away from Stiles, "This is minor compared to other times" She pulled her arm away from him too, "It's done now… and… and it feels good" She nodded her head adamantly even though she could feel the tears pressing forward, threatening to fall, "I'm fine, I'm completely fine"

"You don't have to lie to us Kaylz" Stiles implored as Kayla stood between the two, whipping her head back and forth.

"I'm not lying" She insisted as one tear fell down her cheek, soon followed by another, "It's done" She muttered, slipping into a daze, "We… we dealt with everything and… and he knows" She felt her eyes focusing on Lydia's bowl of fruit as she talked, her tears drying up because, okay, maybe she was still a little in shock, "… he knows why he couldn't be a dad… that's… that's a good thing"

"Kayla" Lydia snapped, grabbing her by her shoulders and spinning her around, "Snap out of it"

"Why… why do I keep blaming him?" She muttered, eyes glazing over, "I hate him but… but he seemed… upset… and I did that… what if it was all my fault? The-the people… he hurt and-"She was cut off by Lydia's palm colliding with her cheek, making her mind reel.

"_Lydia_" She heard Stiles exclaim, running forward to stand beside them, "What was that for?"

"She was going into shock…I snapped her out of it" Lydia shrugged, looking at Kayla guiltily, "I know Kayla and if she shuts herself off from this then it will just get worse" Though her words were sounding all jumbled and mixed up.

And Kayla looked up, meeting Lydia's gaze and felt overcome with gratitude because, trust Lydia Martin to think of everything and, when she thought why she did that, she remembered when it all started.

"_I've killed before… that doesn't bother you?" Aiden smirked, taking another gulp out of the beer bottle._

"_Should it?" Kayla had smirked back, her own mind fogged up as she grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him forward and smashing their lips together, the drink completely forgotten._

And back then it didn't bother her because she didn't care and that made her feel sick in the stomach – she had lost her dad and brother and the result was she was someone she didn't even recognise… she should have been trying to make them proud not disappointing them.

"_Shut up" Aiden sneered, clenching his jaw, "I'm busy" He lifted up his smoke and Kayla just rolled her eyes._

He was a dick… a dick she had let get away with everything and it was her fault he was like this now… maybe if she wasn't so messed up she could've helped him but, no, she didn't and now he was a murderer and that blood was on her hands.

"_I'm so sorry" Aiden apologised, his hands resting on the side of her neck, "I didn't mean to hurt you… I never wanted to hurt you of all people Kayla" He pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek, "I just… get angry… my parents… and my pack…" he shook his head before giving her an honest look, suddenly sobering up, "It's not an excuse… I will never hurt you again"_

She had believed him the first time, even the second, third, fourth and countless other times and she hated herself for it because, if someone could've helped him, helped Aiden, then they would've found the _real_ Aiden – the one that she knew existed under all that power hungry exterior and anger, the one that would die for someone he really cared about… she just wished she hadn't let him get so clouded in darkness that it suffocated him.

"It's all my fault" She suddenly sobbed, her daze falling apart and the tears came, like a dam being broken, "I don't want to be angry all the time… I didn't want Aiden to be this person… I didn't want his family to treat him like that" She exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks, "I should've stayed and helped him… I should've gave him a chance to be a dad… _for god sake_ I didn't even want to come to Beacon Hills" She admitted letting out a cry, "I'm sorry" – what was she apologising for? She had no idea… _something_, she had done enough bad things to have to apologise for the rest of her life.

She covered her eyes with her hands, shoulders shaking as Stiles just wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest as his hands rubbed soothing circles on her back and, at this moment, she felt a little ridiculous because she promised herself she was done getting all emotional over stupid things and what was she doing? Getting all emotional over stupid things… damn.

But no one complained – in fact, no one said anything as Stiles continued to comfort her like an expert.

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><p><strong>AN) Wow… long chapter, sorry, ha, I just liked the drama with Aiden – hope you enjoyed reading and please leave your thoughts below, they're really motivating and SNEAK PEAK – all this emotional turmoil causes Kayla's Encantado powers to resurface into, hm, let's say, something interesting… something, uh, seductive, ha! So please review and see you next chapter!**

**ALSO – for those that want to know I posted a Kayla/Stiles/handcuff kinky, smutty one shot, it's under 'my stories' if any of you want to check it out **


	69. Chapter 69 - Seductress

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**Okay, so, smutty scene ahead just to warn you because a lot of you seemed you want more of that and I think it's one of the most graphic and longest ones I've done so… enjoy ;)**

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><p><em><strong>What did she do to deserve Stiles Stilinski?<strong>_

Sure he had his faults, just like everyone else, but he was about as close to perfection as she had ever known – and yes, that was cheesy, she was well aware of that but it was the truth – and Kayla always told the cold, hard truth.

He had held her, comforted her, wiped away her tears while Lydia gave them some space – his soft gaze and warm smile made _her_ smile through the tears as he told her things like 'She shouldn't feel guilty over someone that couldn't be helped' and that 'she was worth more than a million Aiden's' put together' as well as that he 'trusted her and would always be there for her'.

_Seriously_… what did she do to deserve Stiles Stilinski?

He made her feel better… as simple as that – she felt crap about Aiden, about her past but, finally, after all this time, she thought she could properly move on – she confronted, she fought, she cried… there was nothing else to do.

Did she still feel sad? She would be stupid if she didn't but did she see a light at the end of the tunnel? Yes, so she knew she would be fine now… it was all done and dusted.

Stiles had checked, and double checked and _triple_ checked if she would be okay for school and she had just smiled, nodding her head because, yes, yes she was, in fact, she was strangely looking forward to it, to maybe be normal for a day even though 'normal' was _severely_ overrated.

Yet, throughout the whole day she felt… weird, kinda tingly and was strangely less snarky than usual – at first she thought it was a stomach bug, maybe a cold, but when she got home a few hours later she knew it was more than that yet her brain was numbing, her mind only focusing on one thing.

Stiles.

Stiles Stilinski.

Her Boyfriend.

Stiles Stilinski, her boyfriend, that as soon as she left him at school she could _not_ stop thinking about him.

Even a couple of hours later she still was… thinking about him that is, except the feeling had increased, her whole body on alert, her mind gone.

So… she called him, desperately wanting him to pick up, and he did… seven rings later… what a _tease_!

"Hey Kaylz… what's up?"

"Stiles I need you" She blurted out before shaking her head, "I mean… I need to talk to you, it's important"

Dead silence on the other end of the phone.

"Why… what's wrong?" He asked in dread and Kayla just bit her lip, loving the sound of his voice.

"We'll talk when you get here Stiles… it can't be done over the phone" And then she hung up, her whole body heating up as she thought about Stiles… Stiles' lips… his hands… his lips _and_ hands on her… oh yes… _double yes_ even.

She shook her head, dispelling those thoughts because, soon enough, he would be here… and oh boy did she want him here.

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><p>Stiles honestly thought that phone call was the 'break up call' – the whole <em>I need to talk to you thing<em> was only used if someone was going to break someone else's heart… and all he felt was dread and fear – pure and simple, because, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't ever want to break up with Kayla.

Stiles had a whole speech planned out as he briskly walked down the sidewalk, his mind whirling – he would start off by apologising, for what he had no idea, then he would say something along the lines of how much he loved her and then he would explain why Kayla would be making a big mistake leaving him… he had actually made a list. Number one – they could argue over who was better, Superman or Batman while they feasted on corn dogs and popcorn. Number two – She could kick his ass easily which most guys would feel put off by but, quite frankly, it endeared him greatly. Number three – he would make it his life mission to make her realise she was worth everything, even if sometimes she didn't feel like that. Number four – He still had that cliché list to show her. Number five – He adored her, there was no other way to describe it and he knew, _he knew_, he was different to other teenage guys, he wouldn't just use a girl and throw her away, he would treat her right, end of story and number six – he loved her and was prepared to prove it.

He jumped up her porch steps, hand immediately landing on the door knob as he flung the door open, almost tripping over in his haste to get in so quickly.

"Stiles" A voice greeted in pleasant surprise and he turned around in shock, his eyes landing on Jody, "How are you?"

"Uhhh… good" He stumbled over his words, swiping a hand across his forehead, "Good… so far… for-for now" He muttered the last bit under his breath, shooting a nervous glance up the stairs, "Kayla's in right?"

"Yeah she's up in her room" Jody replied, sending him a smile, "She's been acting off since she got back" Cue Stiles' heart rate to increase by a million beats per minute, "I don't know what's up with her… mind you, I never do, she's like a complex puzzle that one"

Stiles just let his face fall, his hands getting clammy, "Stiles are you _sure_ you're okay?"

"Y-Yeah… yeah" He croaked, nodding his head as his mind went through all the worst possibilities, "I'm fine… I'm just gonna-"He nodded his head to the stairs, "See what's wrong"

"Good idea" Jody agreed with a cautious smile, "You're good for her you know"

"I am?" Stiles asked in surprise, one foot on the bottom step, "Why?" Okay so maybe he needed the consolation that they were a good match, that he wasn't just being some love sick teenager.

"I've never seen her smile so much" Jody replied simply, shrugging her shoulders, "It seems like such a small thing but it's not you know… after everything I honestly thought that she would just keep slipping – that's why I grabbed the bull by the horns and decided to move us here – it was a risk what with the 'Hale family history' but… I'm glad we did" She gave a small smile, "You took her out of her shell and I'm really thankful for that"

Stiles was speechless, the feeling of warmth spreading through his veins… number seven – he could make her smile even when sometimes it felt impossible, that was worth something right?

"I uh… wow, um…" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not knowing what to say, "I'm glad I have at least one fan in the family… Derek wants to tear me apart limb from limb" He joked, covering up his awkwardness with humour.

"Derek is just protective about the family he has left but I can assure you Stiles he doesn't hate you – he pretends to because that's what Derek does to protect himself but, hand on heart, he probably secretly admires you because if Kayla gives you her seal of approval then you must be something special"

Wow – what was it with the compliments today? He had never blushed this much in a long time.

"I-I… I just… thanks" He smiled as Jody just laughed, nodding her head toward the stairs, "Don't thank me, I just tell the truth… now, go on, have fun" She smiled, her face lighting up, "I'll tell you what… I'll make cookies, my mom gave me a secret recipe and I'll bring them up later, how does that sound?"

"Great" Stiles smiled widely, briefly forgetting about his internal struggle and turmoil, "I'll look forward to them" He nodded his head politely as he bounded up the stairs, a nervous sweat building up on his skin as he got closer and closer to her bedroom door, the familiar poster of Hannibal stuck there – such a _pleasant_ image before walking into his girlfriends' bedroom – note the sarcasm.

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to control his heart rate as he decided 'to hell with it' and threw the door open, not even taking in the layout of the room before he was rambling, fumbling about with his words like there was no tomorrow.

"Kaylz I know you're going through a lot of stuff right now but you need to listen to what I'm going to say – this is gonna sound cringey and mushy and slightly creepy but I need you okay? I love you more than Reese's, corn dogs _and_ star wars combined and that means you're special okay? I don't want you to leave me because I get overly jealous or… or…" He trailed off, finally taking in the arrangement of her room and… wow… how did he not notice it before.

The lights were dimmed, the curtains drawn, her room was unusually tidy – no books, clothes or bags on the floor – the air had a… floral scent about it, tickling Stiles' nostrils and candles were placed evenly over the bedside tables, drawers and window sills, startling him greatly.

"Uh… am I in the right house?" He muttered to himself, looking around in confusion.

"Absolutely" Kayla's voice drifted to his ears as he spun around, watching her sway from the bathroom into her room wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of cloth shorts and a green crop top, showing off her lightly tanned skin, "I thought I would try something different"

He found himself gaping at her, completely shocked at her choice of attire that, in blatant terms, was hella sexy, his throat closing up.

"Uh… wh-what, um… you-"He coughed to clear his throat, "I thought the phone call was serious"

"It was" She drawled out, taking another few steps forward, her deep green eyes never leaving his, "I missed you" Her hand reached out to place on his chest, her eyes dark with want.

"So… you're… not breaking up with me?" He managed to squeak out, raising his eyebrows as Kayla just stared at him through her eyelashes, slowly shaking her head.

"No… never" She whispered, the same hand that was on his chest moving up to slink over his shoulder and Stiles only had time to think 'oh thank god' before he let out a small gasp as Kayla leaned up, her tongue gliding into the shell of his ear.

"Wow…" He muttered, his eyes sliding shut, "I, uh… was totally wrong when I thought you were gonna break up with me" He added, his hands landing on hips, giving them a tight squeeze, "You booty called me" He chuckled in amazement, "You totally booty called me"

"Hmmmm" He heard Kayla mutter as she trailed some kisses across his jaw line, "I needed you Stiles… really badly" She added as she pulled back, her eyes now glowing this bright, almost neon, green which Stiles just found… wow… endearing… charmful… what was happening to him?

"How-how badly?" He whispered huskily, his mind in a daze as his whole body relaxed as he stared in her eyes.

"On a scale of one to ten?" She smirked, one hand slyly unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them, "Eleven plus" And by that time Stiles was a goner – he just groaned as he felt her hands sliding down into the sides of his pants, pulling them off his hips as they dropped to the floor while Kayla just gazed at him, a flirty look on her face.

"But… Kaylz you're, uh, not exactly the romantic type" Stiles commented, looking around in amazement at the different coloured scented candles around the place, "Are you trying to seduce me? Because you really don't have to… you can just booty call me anytime you want… and anyway, didn't you ban sex for a week" He added honestly as Kayla chuckled, her eyes still glowing that super bright neon green as she pressed herself forward, her lips touching his.

"I love you Stiles" She whispered, "Screw the ban…Make love to me?" And Stiles knew she was acting off… something just wasn't right, it was like she was fuelled by some kind of intense need for him that made her brain all hazy but, as he was about to bring that up, he found himself staring into her eyes and all his worries just… went away, it was like there was nothing else important in this world, he just _needed_ to be with her.

"Absolutely" He found himself replying, nodding quickly as he found himself entranced by her smile, willing to do anything she wanted.

Kayla's hands worked their way up to his neck, pulling him forward to crash his lips to hers in a sensual and heated way, their tongues dancing together while Stiles gripped at her hips desperately before his hands took a journey north, disappearing up the back of her crop top, massaging her skin gently, fingers already trying to unclasp her bra.

"Mmmm" He heard her moan, her hands sliding down to his torso, gripping the ends of his shirt and pulling it over his head, only separating them for a moment though because Kayla's lips were back on his collar bone just a second later, tongue swirling over the flesh as her hands slyly slipped in past the band of his boxer shorts, gripping at him tightly.

He gasped loudly, eyes screwing shut before he let out a loud groan, his large hands immediately landing on her cute backside, giving it a squeeze as he felt her play with him gently, teasing him, getting his blood pumping.

"Stiles" She whispered against his skin, "Being a seductress is in my genes… I can rock your world" And that sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head, "I'll do _anything_"

"Oh… _god_…" He groaned loudly, his fingers tightening around her butt cheeks as he felt the very familiar sensation of himself going rock hard against the palm of her hand that gently massaged his length and, _holy fricking god_, this must be a dream.

"Mm hm" She agreed, pulling her hands out from his boxer shorts as she stared at him, glowing green eyes full of lust, need, mischief and playfulness, "I can tell I'm not the only needy one here"

"Not after that" Stiles huskily replied, pressing his hard length against her as he moved his hands up to her back, taking the flimsy material of a top she was wearing and pulling it over her head effortlessly, leaving her standing there in an unclasped bra that left _everything _to the imagination.

"I just… I need to feel close to you" She whispered as his fingers slowly pushed the bra straps off her shoulders, "I have this… _need_ for you that I can't put into words" She added just as her bra fell to the floor and Stiles bit his lip, his hands slowly gliding down over the curve of her breasts to rest on her waist.

"You don't have to put it into words" He replied gently, pulling her forward so their bare chests pressed against each other and, just like before, when she looked up at him with those… irresistible green eyes that were just… _so_ compelling, he couldn't remember anything else mattered bar the two of them, "I understand"

And he meant it – it felt like just being in her presence was so calming and gentle, that he found himself even more attracted to her if that was possible and he didn't hate that feeling one bit.

Kayla pulled her bottom lip in-between her teeth which sent his mind _reeling_ – he slid his fingers into her hair, pulling it away from her face as he tilted her head up, bringing her lips to his in a passionate embrace, breaths ragged and uneven.

Stiles felt her hands wrap around his torso to grip at his back as he, very slowly, walked them backwards, laying her down gently on the bed as he hovered above her, completely entranced by her everything – her eyes, her smile, her hair, that little freckle that rested on her shoulder, completely _everything._

"Stiles" She moaned as he pulled her leg up over his hip, pressing himself against her, grinding even, teasing them both as he slipped his fingers into the band of her underwear, caressing her inner upper thigh in slow circles, already feeling how warm and wet her skin was for him.

He pushed his hips upwards again, sliding over her as she gasped in pleasure and Stiles wanted nothing more than to just whip off his boxer shorts and tear her underwear off, he really wanted that, but he was so taken by her, the way she moved underneath him to the way she gave a sexy moan when he aroused her, that he wanted to take this slow, to show her how much he loved her with no interruptions this time what so ever.

He leaned down, still firmly pressed against her warmth, dipping his head to her neck as he sucked gently on the skin, tongue continuously swirling, trying to create more pleasure and it seemed to work as Kayla groaned, her nails digging into his back – definitely a good sign then.

"Uhhhh… _harder_" She moaned, her nails trailing down to his lower back, probably leaving scratches as she pushed down his boxer shorts off his hips as far as they would go, squeezing his rear end and Stiles was happy to dish it out– he gave another thrust forward, both groaning as the headboard banged against the wall loudly and Stiles let his teeth sink into her soft skin slightly, knowing Kayla loved that kind of arousal.

Kayla's skin was warm underneath him as she threw her hand back into the pillows, allowing him better access to her sweet spot which Stiles took full advantage of. He placed a few delicate kisses to the, now, red and slightly bruised area, his tongue darting out to soothe the skin before he moved downwards, lips gliding over her tanned skin effortlessly while his hands slowly and gently curled around the band of her lacy underwear, pulling them down her thighs as he nipped at the base of her neck, enjoying feeling every inch of her.

"Mmmm… yes" She moaned quietly, her hands now fisting the duvet tightly, "_Oh god_ Stiles…" And that was exactly the kind of reaction he was looking for. Without pulling back he slid the underwear down the rest of her legs, allowing her to kick them off as he threw his leg over her hip, straddling her, allowing the thin cloth of his boxer shorts to tease them, knowing that was the only thing between skin to skin contact.

He carefully took both her hands in his grasp, intertwining their fingers as he pressed their clasped hands at her side into the mattress, gently holding her down and, when Kayla didn't protest, he grinded over her again making fireworks explode in his brain.

They both groaned and Stiles met her clear gaze as he leaned down, immediately feeling confident and lovey-dovey as her green gaze penetrated his stare and, without further ado, he gently allowed his tongue to roll around the sensitive parts of her nipple, feeling her buck underneath him.

He removed his fingers from hers, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts softly, rolling them around in the palm of his hand as Kayla let out another loud moan, her back arching.

"You're perfect" He mumbled against the skin of her breasts because, in his mind, that was the perfect way to describe her - perfection, "So perfect" He added, giving his hands a gentle squeeze as he placed some soft wet kisses over her plump breasts, loving how she squirmed underneath him in anticipation.

"Keep… keep going" She groaned, her now free hands digging into his shoulder blades, securing them both together and Stiles was sure his dad would think a wild animal attacked him or something but, nope, not important right now… she could do anything she wanted to him, absolutely anything.

'My pleasure' he thought to himself as he allowed his lips to close over one of her nipples, gently sucking them to allow her to get used to the new pressure while his hand kneaded her other breast, finger rolling over her, gradually, hardening nipple.

She bucked against him again, her whole body buzzing and Stiles just groaned as her open legs came in direct contact with his hilt, sending his mind haywire.

He trailed his wet tongue over that breast before moving to the other one, flicking her nipple, before swirling around her breast, feeling her soft warm skin against his tongue.

She groaned louder this time, one hand detaching from his back, disappearing down below and Stiles felt her hand brush against the bulge in his underwear as she tried to increase the pleasure, the feeling obviously being too overwhelming but Stiles just pulled back, sitting up so he was straddling her again, pulling her hand away.

"Wait for me babe… patience" He whispered, slowly bringing her fingers to his mouth, his tongue rolling over her skin making his taste buds tingle as he tasted her, already so ready for him.

"I can't" She replied back heatedly, cheeks flushed "I meant what I said before… _I need you_" She said in a rush jumble of words and Stiles just smirked, his confidence reaching sky high levels as he caught her green stare again, glowing eyes immediately making him spell bound.

He moved downwards, placing some teasing kisses down her stomach as his hands gripped at her thighs, slowly spreading her legs apart for better access as he kissed downwards some more, loving how her whole body was clenching up _just_ by his touch.

"_Fuck_" She groaned as he allowed his tongue to swirl over her clit, skin flushed red and warm as he moved his tongue over her swollen lips and, he had helped turn her on so much in such a short space of time, his tongue could dip into her easily, sliding across her wet walls with no problem.

He heard her let out a small whimper, her fingers clenching around the duvet as he moved his tongue upwards and downwards, making her whole body shake in ecstasy.

He felt close to her this way – In all the time he had known Kayla, it wasn't very often she let her guard down but here, when it was just the two of them, alone, he could see, hear, even _feel_ how vulnerable she got and Stiles loved that, seeing this whole other side to her – although he absolutely _loved_ how she could dominate him he adored when she let herself be the submissive, to allow him to take control and that was _exactly_ what he was doing.

"S-S-Stiles" She gasped, her body thrusting upwards as Stiles used one hand to hold her hips down and the other to softly slip a finger inside her, making her moan.

Suddenly though, he pulled back, only wanting to tease her and not to get her to reach climax and Kayla just let out an annoyed groan, body twitching as she sent him a 'what the hell' stare.

"Warm up for the main event" He whispered, shrugging out of his boxer shorts, his body leaning sideways as he reached into her bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom packet.

"Wh-What are you doing?" She asked as he was about to rip open the packet.

"Uh… covering up… teenage pregnancy and all that" He asked, stopping his whole body movements.

"I went on the pill… remember? I talked my doctor and got the go ahead" She smirked and Stiles just sighed eagerly, looking down at the condom before throwing it away with a thrill, kneeling on the bed as he took a hold of her hips, pulling her forward gently, her legs hanging loosely around his waist.

"Mmmm… you ready?" He asked, even though he was _over_ one hundred percent sure she was because he was tasting her just a few seconds ago but he just wanted to make doubly sure, not wanting to hurt her.

He saw Kayla just nod eagerly, biting down on her bottom lip as Stiles kept a firm grasp on her hips, pulling her lower body up slightly as he pushed himself into her, right up to the hilt, tightening his grip around her.

"Oh… oh… _oh_…" He heard her moan, eyes rolling into the back of her head as he pulled out slowly, watching in amazement because he had the perfect view sitting up like this, watching as their bodies worked together harmoniously, the perfect team.

He moved his grip to her thighs, keeping her legs apart as he used the hold he had on her to slide into her again, starting off slow and sensual, watching as Kayla moaned, her skin getting clammy and, as he began to move faster he watched in awe as the girl he loved more than anything groaned out his name, her fingers clinging to the duvet below as her breasts bounced up and down from the thrusts he was giving her, the headboard now banging against the wall every second, surely alerting the neighbours… or Kayla's mom but, honestly, Stiles didn't care.

He began to slow down again, giving them both a second to catch their breaths as he took a hold of her ankles, pulling them up over his shoulders allowing for a more deeper thrust and, Kayla clearly enjoyed it, because her legs tightened around him and she moaned his name loudly.

Gripping at her thighs tightly, probably leaving marks, he sped up again, keeping her body in place as her hips met his strokes, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing, the sounds of their bodies moving together and the headboard continuously hitting the wall, getting more violent and louder each time.

Stiles felt Kayla clenching, her whole body ready to just give in so, muttering another groan of her name, he gave a deeper thrust in, hands curling around her thighs as he felt his girlfriend reach the blissful heaven like state, body going limp as she enjoyed the feeling.

And Stiles was so totally in love – he knew he was close so he pushed in again in the tight space, pulling out and then thrusting forward again, body jerking as he came, an animalistic groan tearing from his throat as he fell forward, burying his face into the side of Kayla's neck, her legs still hanging loosely around him.

He felt Kayla's hand moving up to caress the nape of his neck, soothing his sweaty skin, "I just… wow…" She muttered, and Stiles just nodded against her skin, gasping for air because, yes, he agreed with her… _wow_…

"I-I love… you" He whispered in her ear, using all his effort as he pushed himself up onto his forearms, staring down into her, still, green glowing eyes, "Like the kind of love where I never want to be far away from you or… or fight with you… I wanna be the person you wake up to every morning"

Kayla just leaned upwards, kissing him softly, enticing him, "Mmmm…" She agreed against his lips before laying back down again, "I can be that"

He smiled down at her, kissing her cheek as he pulled himself out of her, rolling over to the side, his heart still hammering in his chest but Kayla's hands soon landed on his stomach as she sat up, her fingers dancing across his skin.

"You're mine" She whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck, "No one else's… not even Erica's… mine" And Stiles just tightened the grip he had in her hair as she nipped at his neck, his mind slowly coming out of the daze he was in, the fog lifting.

"I love you Stiles… I don't want Erica to have you…" She said and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, his mind getting distracted from Kayla's soft lips dancing along his Adam apple because… what was going on?

His brain started working again, the feeling of being spellbound lifting up and… oh god… no frigging way.

He gently took a hold of Kayla's shoulders, pushing her up into a sitting position as he, too, sat up. Oh my god, he thought, how did he not realise this before – all the research he had done into what 'Encantados' really were and what they were capable of went to mush as soon as Kayla's beautiful green gaze had met his, making his mind go blank because… wow… guess Kayla had unearthed another power… the gene that was residing in her.

Encantado – Sinister creatures with no soul, no thoughts or feelings for other people, incredibly possessive over what was 'theirs' and, most of all, how they seduce people – the green gaze entices people, almost compelling them into anything.

Well, it was clear Kayla wasn't 'soulless' or 'sinister'… _yet_…but she sure was getting possessive and seductive and… holy crap… she literally couldn't keep her hands off him because he, effectively, was hers.

What the hell triggered this?

"Stiles, what-"

"We need to find Scott" he said urgently, suddenly covering her eyes with his hand because, although he loved her eyes, he needed a clear head, "Like right now"

"Why?" She asked, sitting there, not even moving his hand away, "I didn't know you were into the sort of thing but, okay… as long as he remembers that you're mine… _all_ mine"

"What? No, no" He shook his head, even though she couldn't see him, "Ewwwww, _no_, we need to find him because something is up with you and maybe he can help" He replied simply, shaking his head quickly because, damn, his girlfriend was really getting into this whole 'power' thing now…

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><p>If Stiles thought that getting Kayla dressed without looking in her eyes was difficult as she tried to kiss him, touch him, whatever, then he definitely thought again as he tried to smuggle her out of the house. They narrowly avoided tripping down the stairs, meeting Jody who presented them with a tray of chip chop cookies before he raced them into the car, buckling Kayla in and getting into the driver's seat.<p>

Oh… he wasn't used to driving cars but that bitch Erica just had to go and ruin his jeep so there was no other way.

He texted Scott, telling him it was urgent and that he needed to meet them both just on the outskirts of the woods near the school, typing the message in caps lock so he _knew_ to be there and not to just blow him off.

The whole car ride Kayla's hands were landing on his knee, gently squeezing his thigh, trying to feel his torso under his shirt and Stiles tried to gently decline (even though he _loved_ what she was doing) her touches, hoping that she wouldn't receive the power of storms next and run them off the road in anger.

He skidded into the school parking lot, gently batting away her hands that went to untie his zipper, hopping out of the car as though he was on fire as Scott and Allison made their way over, looks of alarms plastered on their faces.

"Stiles, what's the emergency? Is everything okay?" Scott rushed out, frowning at him as Allison looked him over for any injuries.

"Okay? _Okay_? Depending… _I don't know_ I'm not an expert on this"

"Expert on what?" Allison asked and Stiles just pointed to Kayla as she climbed over the seats in her car, throwing open the driver's door, not even closing it before her arms wrapped around him from behind, leaning up to catch his earlobe in-between her teeth.

"This" Stiles replied as Scott and Allison just shared a confused glance with each other and looked at Stiles as if to say 'Really? You want us to deal with your sex life?'

"Stiles… that's not really our department either" Scott shrugged as Kayla moved her hands downwards, rubbing his thighs as she kissed the back of his neck, "We can't help you… you know…"

"'You know' what?" Stiles shot back, his fingers pulling away Kayla's as she tried for his zipper – _again_.

"You know…" Allison trailed off, hiding an amused smirk by biting her cheek, "Getting it up…"

"What? No!" Stiles cried in outrage, "I have no problem with that_, oh my god guys_" He threw his hands up in the air as Kayla's hands continued to roam his body, "My girlfriend is seducing me"

"We can see" Scott nodded his head, "But, uh, that's your problem"

"No" Stiles sighed, "It's _our_ problem, why you ask? I'll tell you why – because my girlfriend is turning into a seductress" He whispered loudly, flinging his arms out to keep their attention, "That whole gene thing she has going on – Scott turns into a werewolf, Kayla wants sex all the time… transitions right?"

"Are you serious?" Allison asked, gaping at them both.

"Does this-" He pointed down to his lower body where Kayla was gently gripping at him, "Look like I'm being serious… the girl can't keep her hands off me"

"Okay, we'll just… lock her up" Scott supplied, sobering up as Stiles gaped at him, "Not in a mean way or anything but like you did to me"

"I don't know…" Stiles trailed off as Kayla walked around to his front, her arms winding around his neck, lips immediately searching for his pulse point as he let out an incoherent noise, eyelids fluttering shut.

"It seems, uh… too….,wow uh… seems too… too… animalistic" He managed to get out before shaking his head, pulling himself from his daydream, trying anything and everything to ignore Kayla's lips gliding over his skin, "Someone just _help_"

"I don't know" Scott cried, "I don't know what to do" And when Kayla heard Scott's shrill voice she turned her head around, glowing green eyes endearing and beautiful.

"Hey Scott" She whispered, hands sliding down Stiles' body, "How _are_ you?" She drawled out in a seductive voice, batting her eyelids and Stiles just gaped, sharing an 'oh my god' look with Allison.

"I… I'm good" Scott replied in a daze, blinking slowly, looking completely captivated by _Stiles' own girlfriend_, "You're…wow…" He trailed off, a dopey smile coming to his face.

Kayla just chuckled, seeming to forget Stiles as she turned around to face Scott, a small smirk plastered on her face, "I don't think my boyfriend likes me anymore… but you look _fun_"

Scott smiled back, eyes glazing over but before he could say anything Allison smacked his chest and that seemed to snap him out of his compelling trance, coming back to reality.

"Gee thanks Scott, _great_ help you are" Stiles said sarcastically, taking a hold of Kayla's hand and pulling her to his chest, tilting her head up, steeling himself when he met her green stare.

"Baby, I do like you you know that but… you're going through something and you're vulnerable right now… it wouldn't be right"

"But I want you though" She whispered, hands sliding up under his shirt, "Right now, against the car, I'll even let you do that thing you wan-"

"Lalalalalalala" Stiles exclaimed covering her mouth with his hand, sharing a panicked look with Scott and Allison because, right now, Kayla was in that dangerous stage where she could _get_ anymore, _compel_ anyone, and she wasn't in the right frame of mind, like Scott in his first transition, and it just wouldn't be fair – they needed to protect her.

"Basement?" Stiles asked, knowing they needed to do something until she 'sobered up'.

"Basement" Scott and Allison agreed at the same time, nodding their heads affirmatively.

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><p><strong>AN) Chapter 69 done already… phew! I hope you all liked this chapter and please review, it would mean a lot – so… Kayla finally adapting to her 'Encantado' genes, what do you think? Interesting? I would love to hear from you you wonderful people so see you next chapter **


	70. Chapter 70 - Love, hate, sex and killing

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"Okay, come on Kaylz… time to go" Stiles said, removing his hand from her mouth and placing his hands on her waist, guiding her around to the passenger seat of her car as Allison and Scott trailed behind them.

"No" Kayla replied stubbornly, sticking her heels into the tarmac before they could reach the passengers' side, "Because you're just going to shut me in some place and leave me" She turned around and gave him a small pout, "And I don't wanna be stuck somewhere without you Stiles" She allowed a small quirk to appear on her lips as her hand slithered up his chest and oh dear god… the whole seductive thing was taking a newer, dangerous route as Stiles felt his resolve crumbling away.

"Um…" He mumbled, whole posturing relaxing as he stared into those bright green orbs and even though he knew that it would be best to try and fight the spell, that it was for Kayla's best interest, the compelling stare that she had was completely overwhelming.

"You can come with me… and then I'll let you tie me up all you want" She whispered, smirking as she leaned forwards, her lips only centimetre's away from his, her warm breath tickling his skin, "Just… don't go" She murmured and Stiles gulped, his mind completely askew as he felt himself nodding because, of course he wasn't going to leave her, best interests or not.

"…Okay" He heard himself saying, a warm blissful feeling settling in his stomach, "I won't go" He promised and just as he was about to swoop down to catch her lips on his, to show that he wasn't going to leave her side, that he was a loyal boyfriend, a stinging sensation erupted on the top of his head and he winced, drawing back from Kayla like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him.

"Stiles, get your act together" Allison told him off sternly as he stared at her with widened eyes because, _ow_, that slap actually hurt, he might even consider getting it an ice pack, "She's making you think with your downstairs brain and not the one that is needed at this precise moment"

"Damn… I fell for it again…" Stiles murmured, cursing himself internally as he felt Kayla's hands slip into the back pockets of his pants as she stepped forward, their chests touching, a playful look of anticipation sketched onto her face.

"Yeah, you did" Allison agreed, giving him a small smile, "But most guys do so…" And with that she shot Scott a teasing glare who just gulped back, shrugging sheepishly.

"Um… Kaylz?" Stiles muttered, screwing his eyes shut as he felt her place some soft kisses to the side of his neck, "You will thank us all for this later but we really, really _really_ need you to just cooperate with us and… tone down the sexy flirtiness okay?" And when he asked that he steeled himself for the backlash, maybe even the anger or the upping the ante of seductiveness but… nothing came. Kayla's lips stopped and he didn't feel their bodies touching anymore.

"Uh… Kayla?" He questioned, peaking out through one eye cautiously, prepared to shut his eyes again if he saw even just the slightest sparkle of green but nope, there was nothing. Well… he said nothing as in he _saw_ nothing but just a second later he felt his button being loosened on his pants and his zipper being undone so he let out a squawk because Scott and Allison were literally _two foot away_ and _holy frigging god_ she really was out of control.

"Ahhh" He let out a small scream as he grabbed Kayla's shoulders, pulling her back to her feet hastily as she just stared at him with wide innocent eyes, as though she wasn't sure what she had done wrong.

"No… no, no, no, no, no, no, _no_, no, _**no**_" He rambled, letting out a nervous chuckle, "We don't do that type of thing in public Kaylz… or in front of certain friends" He told her with a slow voice, as if he was talking to a kindergarten student as Scott just looked to the side awkwardly, obviously not knowing what to do and Allison just gaped in surprise, like she was finally realising the full degree to which Kayla's little 'problem' had increased to.

"Why not?" She questioned, her nimble fingers still trying to tug his pants off, "I seem to recall you liking me doing that to you" She answered as Stiles just let out a nervous noise from the back of his throat as he hurriedly pulled his pants back on properly and, with shaky fingers, tried to tie them back up.

"I do… I do just… not right now okay?" He answered delicately, one hand holding his pants up before they fell off his hips giving Scott and Allison a view of him he was sure they didn't want to see, "Maybe later… when you're actually in your right mind"

"I am in my right mind" She whispered in a hushed voice, leaning forward slightly "I can't stop thinking about you… I didn't know that was a crime"

"It's not, it's not" He rushed out "But… uh… what about Scott and Allison?" He pointed out desperately, intending for it to be a statement about how the lovey dovey couple were just _there_ and probably didn't want to see a live action porn show and it seemed like Kayla sobered up slightly when he pointed that out, her posture relaxing as she stared at her two friends, realisation dawning on her face.

_Yes_… one point for Stilinski… they were slowly but surely getting Kayla back to sane land.

"I think about them too, they can come"

Okay… maybe not.

"No, I didn't mean for that to… never mind" He trailed off, waving his hand because it was a lost cause – how could they fight something that was embedded so deeply in her genes that she was just expressing naturally? Yeah, they couldn't… maybe it was just a case of waiting it out… waiting for that particularly hormonal gene, cell, _whatever_ to just burn out of energy – well… hopefully at least.

Kayla turned around, fixing her hypnotising stare on Scott and Allison and Stiles just cringed, hurriedly racing around to her side, acting like a referee, fully ready to just haul Kayla back kicking and screaming if she even _thought_ about putting the moves on Scott.

"Hi again Scott" She drawled out, giving a flirty little wave in his direction, eyes bright.

"H-Hi" Scott replied, waving back awkwardly but the more he stood there the more Stiles saw him become engrossed in her eyes _just_ like before and Stiles just muttered a string of curse words under his breath because he thought that being a werewolf, a _bitten_ werewolf none the less, having to exercise control and will-power was an everyday thing now so why the hell couldn't he put all that hard months training into use now? Oh _that's right_ *cue the clicking of the fingers* because as Allison had pointed out guys 'think with their downstairs brains'.

"I'm bored trying to get my boyfriend into bed, or rather the backseat of the car… something which I thought would be easy as per usual but…" She trailed off, letting out a shrug "…entertain me?" She smirked playfully, biting her bottom lip and Stiles just blew out an aggravated breath because this was something he did _so_ not want to see right now… or ever, _never ever_ would suit him perfectly.

"Of course" Scott replied and Stiles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest because his best friend would _definitely_ be getting a smack for this later on, "Anything for you" And Stiles just let out a disbelieving noise from the back of his throat as he rolled his eyes - _again_.

"_Anything_?" She asked flirtatiously, taking a step forward, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Anything" He confirmed, his head tilting to the side as he stared at Kayla with something close to fascination and adoration and both Stiles and Allison stepped forward at the same time, Allison grabbing Scott's arm and pulling him back while Stiles just pulled Kayla a step back by her waist, keeping a firm grasp on her in case she decided now was the perfect time to jump his best friends' bones.

"Okay, I know Scott and I are supposed to be broken up but we're not" Allison claimed, stepping in front of Scott, "And I know it's not your fault Kayla because there's something wrong with you but we're locking you up in the basement until you're back to normal and not trying to sleep with every guy you look at" Allison said in a hard voice but Kayla just stared at her in admiration, her head tilting to the side, staring deeply into Allison's eyes.

"Um… okay?" Allison asked uncertainly, beginning to look freaked out, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh Allison…" Kayla purred out, her hand reaching out to tuck some hair behind her friends' ear, "It's okay… don't be afraid…" And Stiles just furrowed his eyebrows as Scott looked on, perplexed.

"I… I'm not" Allison replied slowly, making the mistake of meeting Kayla's compelling green gaze.

"I'm open minded… I don't just look at a guy and want to sleep with him Allison… it's _everyone" _Kayla replied in a quiet voice, "Because everyone is worth it Allison… even girls…" And Stiles was too shocked to say or do anything because what the hell is going on?

"Everyone is perfect in their own way… I'm not just some sex crazed creature of the night you know…" And Stiles watched as Allison nodded in a daze, eyes glazing over as she took in what Kayla said, nodding slowly.

"That… that was deep" Allison murmured complimentary, a small smile appearing on her lips, "…and meaningful" as Kayla trailed a hand down the rest of Allison's hair

"We connect on a certain level, don't we Allison?" Kayla smirked as Stiles' jaw just dropped wider, his grip on Kayla loosening.

"We… we do" Allison replied, taking another small step forward, "I feel that now"

"Good" Kayla replied seductively, cocking an eyebrow, "I'm glad we have a connection"

"A strong one" Allison murmured back, looking completely and utterly out of it, spellbound even and just as Stiles was about to step between the two, maybe find a muzzle and blindfold for Kayla before she could seduce any more of her friends, Kayla's hand slipped into Allison's hair, tilting her head forward, their lips crashing together and… _what_? No, seriously, what?

Stiles' eyes popped out of his head, his jaw almost touching the ground, his whole body freezing up in shock as Allison's hand tangled itself in _his girlfriend's_ hair and… surely this was just his overly hormonal mind imagining things because how was this happening?

Scott seemed to have the same thoughts running through his head because he, too, stood there as still as a statue, his lip pulling up at one side, his forehead crinkling.

"Oh my god…" Stiles murmured, slowly reaching out a hand to grasp Kayla's elbow, his eyes still fixated on how _his girlfriend_ and his _best friends' girlfriends' _lips were still locking together and… what? He seemed to be thinking that a lot but… _what_?

One of Allison's' hands was in Kayla's hair while the other was on the small of her back, pulling her closer as their lips were moulding together, gliding over the others effortlessly like they did this sort of thing every day – well, they might, Stiles didn't know, it could be one of those 'girly' things girls didn't tell guys about.

A few seconds later Stiles gave his head a quick shake, pulling himself from the day dreaming state he was in, strangely, not feeling jealous at all – maybe because he knew there was nothing to it, maybe because Kayla clearly wasn't in her right mind – at all – or maybe it was because Allison was a girl, a nice girl, a nice girl who was also dating a guy, a nice girl who was dating a guy and was best friends with the girl she was making out with… so, yeah, no jealously at all… just slight curiosity – _no Stiles_, he chastised himself, don't let your mind go there.

Stiles snapped out of his shocked trance first, his hand tightening around Kayla's elbow as he jolted her back slightly to his side, leaving a dazed Allison sill standing there, her hand raised like she was still tangling her fingers in Kayla's hair.

"OKAY if someone doesn't take control then this will just turn into a giant orgy and although I'm sure Kayla would love that right now it would just turn all awkward later on so everybody… snap out of it" And they listened to him – by whatever miracle. Scott nodded his head, walking forward to stand next to Allison and Allison, well… she just looked around in confusion, bringing her fingers up slowly to rest on her lips like she couldn't believe what had happened before her eyes widened and she looked between Kayla, him and Scott in astonishment.

"Did Kayla just…?" And Scott nodded, shrugging a shoulder.

"And we…?" And, that time, Stiles just nodded as he intertwined his fingers with Kayla, keeping her pressed against his side, "Yeah… tongue and all"

"Oh" Was all Allison said, standing there awkwardly, her cheeks turning a flaming red colour as she dipped her head, "Um… sorry"

"I'm not" Kayla spoke up as her free hand caressed the nape of Stiles' neck, "You're a good kisser… not as good as lover boy over here but Scott's a lucky guy" She added, leaning up to pull Stiles' earlobe in-between her teeth making Stiles blow out a long breath, his body going against what his mind was telling him was right.

"Um…b-basement still?" Stiles croaked out, looking at Allison and Scott with one eye as Kayla's lips disappeared around his lobe, sucking on the skin slightly as her teeth dug in lightly sending tingles up his spine, "_Guys_" He emphasised the urgentness of the situation with a raised voice in hopes of getting an answer out of them – pronto.

"Uh… yes, yes" Scott nodded, taking a step forward towards the two of them but then he put his hands up, taking two big dramatic steps backwards, "Yeah… uh, you can deal with Kayla before she ends up kissing all three of us"

"Good idea" Stiles agreed because he really didn't want the tally to get up to three in the space of ten minutes, "Um… how?" He added as Kayla still sucked on his earlobe, not sure where to put his hands or what was acceptable in this situation.

"I don't know… distract her?" Scott replied just as cluelessly while Allison rolled her eyes, staring at them both like they were insanely stupid at this moment in time.

"How?" Stiles questioned, "She's like a dog on heat"

"Boys" Allison interrupted, "How did we get into this situation in the first place?" She smirked over at Stiles, speaking before they could even try and answer, "Because Stiles is rejecting her… that's why she's, uh, trying to seduce us" She looked around awkwardly again, "Obviously she hasn't been able to control herself yet so, until we get her home to try and teach her, Stiles as her boyfriend should… uh… keep her occupied"

"Please do" Kayla interrupted, pulling back to wind her arms around his neck, "Occupy me all you want, right now" She muttered, hands running over his hair as she pressed some kisses to his neck and cheek and, oh god, it literally took all of Stiles' self-control to not just give in.

"So is this what it's adding up to now? You two vote against me, make me the target for _imminent death_" He replied dramatically in a hushed whisper, his eyes widening because, seriously, he had been outnumbered – again.

"Kayla's not gonna kill you" Scott chuckled and Stiles just snorted.

"I don't know, she can get pretty rough"

"Stiles, I didn't need to know that" Scott screwed his face up, shaking his head.

"No, you've both got the wrong end of the stick" Allison stepped between the two, holding up both her hands, "I'm not suggesting you have sex with her… just, you know, keep her satisfied…kissing or whatever… unless you really want that giant orgy"

Well that was a huge weight lifted off his shoulders because even though Kayla really was amping the seductive power to a high ten, he didn't want to give in when she wasn't thinking clearly because he knew he would feel guilty afterwards for taking advantage of her - just because she was his girlfriend it didn't mean he could just take what he wanted when he wanted.

"You could have said that sooner" He exhaled loudly, throwing Scott the car keys because kissing? That was something he could definitely do, "You drive I'll do the making out" and then he threaded his fingers through her hair, bringing her lips to his quickly, pressing her back against the hood of the car, keeping the back of his mind fully aware at all times so he could keep himself in control – he thought of anything and everything that was bound to make the most horniest guy to be put off sex forever – mutilated dead bodies, naked old grannies and the first ever made copy of Star Wars, the complete collection, lying in amongst mouldy bread and decaying fruits… yeah, safe to say he was in complete control.

He felt Kayla smile against his lips, her hands gliding down to grip at his back, nails digging in past the shirt material and, see? She could get rough when she wanted to – that would proof to Allison and Scott that he _wasn't_ being completely over dramatic.

He pulled her closer to his body while her hands slid into the back pockets of his pants again, dragging his lower body flush against hers and, oh god, what was he supposed to be thinking about again – oh, that's right – mutilated dead bodies, naked old grannies and the mistreatment of Star Wars dvds… yup, definitely getting turned off now.

"Stiles… unless you want us to attach the two of you to the roof, getting in the car would be a good idea" Scott muttered as he climbed into the driver's seat, Allison racing past them to sit next to Scott, probably afraid she would pick up the seductress 'vibe' or whatever. Stiles just put his thumbs up, still keeping Kayla's lips attached to his as he clumsily guided them both into the backseat but, as he was about to separate their lips to buckle up their seatbelts, Kayla just shook her head, grabbing the sides of his face and dragging it back to hers.

"No restraints Stiles… at least not _now_" She smirked, pushing him back so he was laying on the seat with Kayla spread out over his chest, back to attacking his lips again while Allison and Scott just chuckled from the front seat.

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><p>"That was, uh… surprisingly… easy" Stiles commented, leaning back against Kayla's door to the basement, wiping the sweat away from his forehead because, if he was going to admit it, he thought it would be <em>a<em> _lot_ harder.

Allison and Scott just raised their eyebrows at him in disbelief, both collapsing back against the door on opposite sides to him, "What about _that_ wasn't hard?" Scott demanded, staring at Stiles like he had grown two heads.

"Oh right, you're not sleeping with her, you wouldn't understand" Stiles waved his hand, squinting his eyes as he rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, getting rid of the build-up of sweat, "Well… at least I hope so because that would just get _really_ awkward"

"Stiles… look at the state we're in and tell me that wasn't difficult" And Stiles looked down at his ripped shirt, buttons missing, the pocket in his pants was hanging off, Allison's hair was askew – standing on end worse that Einstein's' and Scott had his hair ruffled, his jacket hanging limply off his body.

"Eh" Stiles just shrugged, "This shirt will just go in the bin… like the other six, I swear to god I'll have none left if she keeps up this pace"

"…Never mind" Scott gave up and Stiles smirked because although this situation was kinda sucky – what with his girlfriend trying to seduce everyone she sets her sight on… it was actually pretty funny too when he thought about it _really_ hard– the car ride here, back to Kayla's house, he had _just_ managed to stop Kayla from removing any of their clothing and by the time they had stumbled into her house she was working on the button of his pants… and he just stopped her in time, _just_.

And then… well, let's just say Kayla's whole 'seductive, hypnotising, compelling stare' thing she had going on was amped up from eleven to one hundred plus… no joke – and this wasn't Stiles being dramatic.

Finally though, after struggling with her for the last half hour, they finally managed to wrestle her into the basement and locked the door behind her. Even though Stiles knew it was in her best interests he still felt incredibly guilty – Kayla was a human being… well… _mostly_… it just didn't feel right to lock her up and throw away the key yet, the more he thought about it, the more he knew, deep down, that it was the only thing they could do to keep her safe from herself.

"Well… what now?"

Stiles just glanced at Allison, letting out a one shouldered shrug because, hand on heart, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Uh… wait it out?"

"And what if it goes on forever? I'm pretty sure there isn't a whole other living quarters down there"

"Actually there is – it's Kayla's training room, fully equipped with a mini fridge, microwave, coffee machine, about six months' worth of dry food, a whole wardrobe of kickass training clothes and a fold out bed… trust me on the last one, _I know_"

"What?" Stiles asked in defence as Scott and Allison cocked an eyebrow at him, "I was helping her train one day, it got all hot and sweaty and the tight spandex outfits just got too much so it escalated from there" He explained, "And don't give me that look" He pointed a finger at the two of them, "Sex in the woods, that's just as classy" He said sarcastically.

"You told him about that?" Allison demanded, looking at Scott in mortification who just grinned sheepishly, wincing slightly.

"That's not the point… the point is we need to do something about this – _fast_"

And just as he said that the front door was swung open and they all jumped about a foot in the air because they certainly were not expecting anyone – least of all Derek.

"Derek" Stiles heard Scott growl menacingly, adapting a defensive stand, "What are you doing here?" And, oh yeah, Derek beat the crap out of Scott at the ice rink yesterday… couldn't forget about that.

"Do you dimwits not pay attention?" Derek shot back, "Kayla and I? Hales, cousins in fact… what are you lot doing here?" And Stiles just started whistling, looking around awkwardly as Derek's eyes fell on their appearances, "What the hell happened? It's not even the full moon"

"Um…" Scott mumbled, staring back at Stiles in panic as Allison just shrugged she, too, looking at Stiles for an 'appropriate' explain and he internally slapped his two friends over the head – oh god…how could he explain this to Derek _without_ getting his arms torn off?

"Well?" Derek demanded, lowering his gaze as he crossed his arms, glaring at Stiles.

"Uh… just… _stuff_" Stiles shrugged, waving his hand in front of him, trying to pass the whole situation off as nothing, "Nothing important" But Derek still looked unconvinced, "Well, uh, we all went to see a… a movie" Stiles supplied but Derek just continued to glare at him, "A 3D movie… there was water and flying acrobatics everywhere hence, uh, this" He pointed to their dishevelled state, "Well, I'll be sure and let Kayla know you dropped by, I'm sure she'll be _thrilled_"

"Not so fast Stilinski… what aren't you telling me?"

"Um… nothing" Though his voice went higher pitched than normal and that combined with his heart rate going through the roof was bound to tip Derek off that he was lying.

"You're lying" Derek dead panned, his stare dead cold, "Look Stilinski, I don't like you but you're dating my cousin and that's just something I'm going to have to accept but if you're holding back secrets about her then, rest assured, you will regret it"

"Okay, okay, geez" Stiles exclaimed, taking a step back, "Would you stop with the death threats already? They're getting old!" But Derek just stared back, unamused.

"Fine" He exhaled, sharing a nervous glance with Scott and Allison, "Kayla is, uh… going through a change… of sorts… I guess" He cringed, not really knowing where he was going with this explanation, "And, well, she's kinda preoccupied right now"

"Preoccupied doing what?" Derek asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

"Herself probably seeming how she can't get us three" Stiles muttered under his breath while Derek just cocked an eyebrow, looking more and more severely pissed off as time went on, "I mean-" he cleared his throat "-Trying to exercise something called 'self-control'… dunno if you've heard of it, mind you it's something all Hales seem to be lacking" And Derek just narrowed his eyes even more as Allison nudged him from behind, the clear message being 'don't piss off an alpha – idiot'.

"She's in the basement" Stiles gave up, letting out a long sigh, "… somewhere everyone should avoid"

"Why?" Derek asked, walking forward, "I know she has a bit of a temper but-"

"_A bit_?" Stiles interrupted with a chuckle, "That's putting it lightly and it's not because of that, it's, uh…. It's because she… um…" He trailed off nervously, the words getting stuck in his throat.

"Spit it out Stilinski"

"She's-trying-to-seduce-everyone" Stiles rushed out, his eyes widening when he realised what he had said, covering his mouth with his hand, "Because, uh… she's changing… into a… a seductress" And Derek just raised an eyebrow in disbelief before he looked at their attire again and frowned, realisation dawning on his features, "But we didn't do anything… she's in the basement for her own good"

"You better not have" Derek warned, his eyes flitting from the basement door and back to him again while Stiles just gulped nervously, sweat building up on his forehead as he realised that, oops, he did kind of sleep with her – okay, not 'kind of' he did and, oh god, Derek was going to kill him.

"What Stilinski?"

"N-Nothing" He stuttered, shaking his head quickly, "Absolutely nothing at all… nada, zilch, _nothing_" Cue the disbelieving and highly threatening glare "I mean… maybe we did it once before I realised but that _wasn't_ my fault" He held his hands up in surrender, "There were candles and floral scented air aroma and those shorts she was wearing were…. Okay, you know what? I'm gonna stop talking!" Stiles nodded his head affirmatively, stumbling back a step or two as Derek's glare intensified by about ten million, "This-" He pointed to his mouth, "Is zipped, forever, see?" He held up his hand and pretended to throw away the key, "Shut" He mumbled, falling in line with Scott and Allison.

"This is all we need" Derek cursed, "Okay… I'll talk to her… she's not going to seduce me… I'm her cousin"

"It's not _just_ seducing though" Stiles stepped in front of him, "She can compel as well… like, literally, she's a walking, talking mind control machine" He rushed out but Derek just narrowed his eyes and Stiles gulped, "Right, key, lock, zipped – got it"

"I can deal with it" Derek replied grumpily, pushing past the three of them, "I've known her sixteen years" And then he opened the basement door and Stiles just rolled his eyes – '_I've known her sixteen years_' he mimicked in his head, giving another roll of his eyes – yeah, sure, he knew her the longest… didn't mean he actually _knew_ her.

But, just as Derek took a step down into the basement Stiles suddenly heard a shrill voice screaming "_I'm going to kill you_" and Derek yelling 'duck' and Stiles would've been too shocked too duck if Scott hadn't grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the floor.

"What the hell?" Stiles muttered, sprawling about on the floor as he looked about in panic at the knife that was lodged into the wall just behind them, "Who's attacking us?"

"Kayla" Derek gasped, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, "I thought you said she was trying to seduce everyone not kill them all"

"She was… _she is_" Stiles insisted, looking at Scott and Allison in confusion, "Ten minutes ago she was trying to make out with Allison – _again_…I dunno… maybe she's PMSing?" He asked uncertainty just as the head of an axe lodged itself in the wooden door right next to Derek's head, just two or three inches away from him.

"Okay… PMSing really badly then" Stiles amended, eyes widening as Derek scuttled back slightly.

"No… not PMSing… I know what this is… Peter warned me about this" He spoke up and Stiles was literally waiting on the edge of his seat for Derek to speak, to tell them what was wrong but, nope, nothing – damn him.

"About _what_?" Stiles exclaimed patiently, "This is turning out like a scene from Friday the thirteenth" And they all jumped backwards just as a ten inch knife lodged itself in the door next to the axe, "Or maybe Halloween"

"He said… he said that the werewolf gene and the encantado gene would 'stick' together or something… creating a serious flaw in judgement"

"Flaw? _Flaw_?" Scott screeched, "A minute ago she was trying to sleep with us and now she's actively trying to kill us – that isn't a flaw, that's a frigging nightmare"

"Well… Peter said it would balance itself out" Derek said, his eyes fixed on the door cautiously.

"Yeah, love and hate, sex and killing… totally makes sense" Stiles said sarcastically.

"And you _jackasses_ just _had_ to lock her in a room full of weapons" Derek spoke up, making them all stop, their hearts skipping a beat, "Well done"

"Oh crap" Stiles muttered, cringing just as a throwing knife lodged itself into the door, making them all jump slightly.

"You know what I'm gonna do when I get out of here?" Kayla shouted loudly, her voice furious, "I'm gonna _pull out your intestines with my bare hands" _And Stiles gulped nervously, these complete 180 mood swings messing with his head because, oh god… what next?

**A/N) Okay, so basically this is Kayla's body's way of dealing with a massive change – complete mood swings, no judgement, it's basically all of the extremes all at once – so… hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please please review, so motivating and I will update again soon my lovelies – please review and see you next chapter **** x **


	71. Chapter 71 - Control

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><p>"Okay Kayla… calm down" Stiles heard Derek say cautiously, watching the basement door with careful eyes as he, too, gulped nervously.<p>

"_Don't tell me to calm down you insufferable man_" Kayla screeched, another blade getting lodged in the wooden door, making them all jump, "_You'll be the first person I skin inside out"_

"Such a lovely image Kaylz" Stiles said sarcastically, "Never knew you had such severe homicidal tendencies" Though, as soon as he said that he wished he hadn't because a) Kayla had turned into a homicidal killing maniac b) She was in a room full of killing weapons and c) Did he mention she was turning into a homicidal killing maniac? Well, yeah, she was turning into a homicidal killing maniac… couldn't forget about that.

Scott gave him a panicked stare as if to say 'way to egg her on', while Allison just cringed and Derek sent him a glare. Except, it seemed to do the trick as no more dangerous and highly deadly weapon's embedded themselves in the door and all fell silent.

"Uh… Kaylz? You good?" Stiles asked carefully, sharing a confused glance with Derek, "You… you doing okay?"

"Okay? _Okay_?" Kayla suddenly screeched loudly making Stiles' heart skip a beat nervously, "I'll tell you something that I'm not and that is _fucking okay_!" She exclaimed loudly, the axe disappearing from the door before colliding back into it again, splintering the wood, "I hate you all and I wish you were _dead_"

"No you don't" Derek said confidently, stepping in front of the rest of them, "Kayla just focus… this isn't you and you know that"

"_Shut up!" _The axe flew back into the door, making the wood crack even more, "As if I'm going to take advice from a _**murderer**_ like you" Stiles heard Kayla scream angrily and his eyes zeroed in on Derek's expression, a hurt look flashing across his face before he composed himself, his eyes hardening.

"Kayla Hale" Derek said sternly, using his 'parent' voice', "You're stronger than this, _focus_, you're just going through a rough patch"

"A rough patch?" Stiles heard Kayla chuckle darkly as the axe splintered some more wood in the door, "You won't be saying that when I _rip your head off_"

"Just try me" Derek replied in a hard voice, his eyes turning red making Stiles' knees shake as he realised the true extent of power the two Hales possessed, "I'm not afraid to play dirty" And then suddenly Kayla kicked the already broken door in, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere as she pulled herself through the hole in the door, ripping the axe from door, her eyes glowing a dull, dangerous green.

"Neither am I" She growled, forehead lowering and Stiles physically gulped, scuttling backwards a few steps because this was so similar to when Kayla was trying to bang them all except way way _way_ more dangerous – she wasn't in the right mind, clearly not thinking properly and way too stubborn to listen to their advice so, just like before, there was probably only one way to fix her – wait it out… Stiles couldn't think of any other way.

"Um… guys?" Scott called out as Kayla and Derek had their staring competition, "Since when did she grow teeth?" And Stiles whipped his head around to stare at her in shock, his neck protesting as it let out a loud click because _what_? Since when did that happen? Not that she didn't always have teeth, well… Stiles would know, he had the marks to prove it, but the way Scott said it he made it out to be that it was something utterly new and something completely _not_ natural – un-natural, _supernatural_ even.

"Oh my god…" Stiles muttered, caramel brown eyes widening as he saw Kayla's lip curl back as she snarled at Derek, her gaze hardening and, oh my, her teeth… Stiles couldn't tear his eyes away. They weren't the usual 'normal' human teeth, no, the whole bottom and top rows had turned into these razor sharp gleaming white teeth that, quite honestly, looked completely **terrifying** – like the kind of teeth that could easily tear skin from bone like in those animal documentaries.

"Um…" Stiles heard Derek stutter, sharing a nervous glance with him and what made Stiles even more nervous was the fact that _Derek_, of all people, looked nervous and slightly put off like he didn't know what to do.

"I guess Peter didn't tell you about this" Scott murmured, grabbing a hold of Allison's' hand and pulling her behind him, probably to protect her and Stiles couldn't blame him… if looks could kill they would all have been dropped dead by now.

"No, he did" Derek disagreed as Kayla swung the axe around confidently, stalking forward, "He mentioned the mood swings, the anger, the urge to kill everyone… but he didn't mention the physical change" Derek said through clenched teeth, his claws elongating as he took a step forward, "Kayla, drop the axe and let's talk"

Stiles bit his bottom lip in worry, watching as Kayla just glared even more fiercely, her eyes narrowing, "How about no" She growled, taking another step forward, her arm swinging out and Derek just ducked in time as the axe buried itself in the wall just where his head was half a second ago.

"_Kayla_ control yourself" Derek snarled back, obviously deciding tough love was the way to go, "Or we'll just have to take action"

"Just try it" Kayla spat, swinging the axe again causing Derek to jump back a step to avoid getting split down the middle, "I **dare** you"

"Don't test me" Derek argued back as Kayla just smirked, shaking her head as she swung the axe again, causing Derek to drop to the floor to avoid the onslaught and for the rest of them to take another few steps back, blood rushing to their ears.

"You think you're _so_ great!" Kayla exclaimed, dropping the axe, her voice coming out more deadly and slightly lispy as her lip curled back over her teeth, "Well let me tell you something _Derek Hale_… you're not" She bent down, grabbing Derek by the collar of his jacket and throwing him into the nearest wall, causing it to dent and Stiles to wince because, ow, since when did she turn into superwoman? "You're just as horrid on the outside as you are on the inside" She snarled, grabbing Derek by his neck, fingers curling around his throat making him gasp for air as she shoved him back into the wall, her free hand whipping out a blade, "Let's see about that shall we?" And, as quick as lightning, her hand shot forward, about to embed the knife deep inside Derek's stomach but before Stiles could even _think_ about doing anything, Scott had grabbed her arm, bending the wrist backwards so the knife clattered to the floor, throwing Kayla off her game as Derek slithered to the ground looking completely shell shocked, the sudden dark blue bruise that was on his neck fading away immediately.

"Urghhh" Kayla let out a vicious sound of annoyance, her fist curling as she whacked Scott across the jaw making him crumple into the wall, Kayla's sudden bout of strength proving to be no match for him, "You're next" She warned, grabbing Scott's arm and flipping him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing and as he gasped on the floor, hand rubbing his rib cage, Kayla stalked forward towards Allison who Stiles saw suck in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the fear in her eyes.

"Kayla… stop" Allison tried reasoning and, as Kayla was preoccupied by trying to kill another one of her friends, Stiles bent down, his fingers curling around a fallen blade as some sort of defence yet, as soon as it was in his hands, he felt sick – he wasn't going to use it, he didn't want to use it and even if Kayla did come at him with her sharp teeth and super strength he knew he wasn't going to use it.. He never would – how could he? Just the thought made his stomach flip.

"_Kayla, stop_" Kayla mimicked in a high pitched voice, her footsteps not faltering, "No Allison… how about _you_ stop with your **god damn whining**?" She demanded, her hand shooting out to stop Allison's punch like it was nothing but a small inconvenience.

"I am sorry for this Kayla" Allison apologised sincerely, her long leg kicking upwards, catching Kayla right in the chest and with proper hunter strength managed to propel Kayla backwards, her body hitting the wooden floor with a thud, her body rolling over backwards before she landed on her hands and knees and, oh boy… did she look _pissed_.

"Allison… I think you just made it worse" Stiles pointed out oh so helpfully, a slight shake to his voice as Kayla threw her head up, hair flying through the air as she narrowed her eyes at Allison, lip pulling back, showing off her full set of razor sharp teeth, eyes now glowing a dark green colour, pupils dilated with rage.

And, just before Scott could get up and grab Kayla, she jumped to her feet, snarling as her hands immediately wound around Allison's arm as she yanked her forward, careening her straight forward onto Scott as they both tumbled to the floor, a tangle of limbs intertwining.

And that was when Stiles jumped forward, creating a barrier between Kayla and the rest of his friends (and Derek) not really knowing what to do but knowing he had to do _something_ – which was stupid really, he was human, he wasn't an alpha like Derek of a werewolf like Scott, hell, not even a kick ass hunter like Allison, he was just plain old Stiles Stilinski but, hopefully, fingers crossed, that was all he had to be at this moment in time.

"Kayla, wait, wait _wait_" He said desperately, holding his hands outwards as she took a step forward, "Just think about this okay? They're your friends, you're _family_, and I know you don't really want to hurt them" He implored and she faltered slightly, her eyebrows furrowing, "Deep down… you love them… even Derek" He joked, taking a small careful step forward.

"Stilinski, stop-"Derek tried to warn but Stiles ignored him, knowing that just talking to her was working, violence wasn't _always_ the answer, "I know you do and _this_? This isn't you" He shook his head, tip-toeing forward again as Kayla just stood still, still glaring at him, "But that's okay, it's not your fault, your body is going against what your mind wants and if you can just… calm down then we can sort this out" He added delicately.

"There's nothing to sort out" Kayla hissed threateningly and Stiles almost took a step back in fear but instead he steeled himself, getting closer to her as her eyes widened slightly in shock.

"Yes there is" Stiles nodded as he heard Scott and Allison clambering to their feet, "And it's okay to admit that Kaylz" And at the use of her nickname he had given her, he could've sworn her eyes began to fade back to normal and she looked a hell of a lot less hostile than before, "Just… let us help you okay?" He asked and then he lowered his voice slightly, meeting her gaze, "I love you... let me help"

And it worked… for all of _two seconds_ – her eyes stopped glowing and they went back to their normal gem coloured green, her expression relaxed as well as her posture and just as Stiles blew out a breath of relief, just about to pat himself on the back for the amazing work he had done, Kayla's eyes travelled downwards, narrowing as they fell on the blade that was still clasped in his hand tightly.

Oh crap.

"No" Stiles claimed, shaking his head rapidly as Kayla's eyes began to glow again, her breathing laboured with rage, "It's-It's not what it looks like… I'm not going to… Kayla, it's fine" He reassured, dropping the blade to show he meant no harm, "We're not going to do anything… you're safe" He tried to calm her down but it didn't look like it was going to work a second time – well, no wonder, her body was only trying to protect itself and there he was wielding an eight inch blade a foot away from her… _way to go Stiles_.

He could practically feel her fury as her lips pulled back, hissing at him through her teeth and, out of nowhere, her hand shot out and pushed him backwards away from her yet, by whatever miracle, he was still standing – because, unlike the attack on the others, she was going easy on him… maybe his little speech had worked more than he thought, maybe the real Kayla was within arm's reach after all.

She let out another throaty hiss, her clasped fist swiping out across the nearby table that sat in the hall full of framed pictures and ornaments, smashing them to bits in anger, her breaths ragged.

"**Kayla**" Derek barked, pushing past Stiles roughly as he grabbed Kayla's shoulders, jolting her forward, "Listen to me, you need to relax… _relax_" He demanded as she bared her teeth at him, breathing heavily, "Relaxing is the only way you can control it" Yet his words of wisdom fell on deaf ears as Kayla tried to lash out again as Scott and Allison came up beside him, eyes as wide as saucers.

"You've left me with no other choice" Derek muttered and Stiles just narrowed his eyes, fear running through his veins because this was _Derek Hale_ he was talking about – that man was capable of anything, "You need to learn control? Learn it the hard way" And then a sudden, ear splitting sound caught between a popping and a snapping echoed throughout the hallway and Kayla yelped, trying to pull her arms away from Derek's grasp but it did no good, Derek was fully in control now.

"Focus on the pain, let it ground you, use it as a base layer" Derek demanded, his hand tightening around Kayla's wrist that Stiles noticed was swollen and out of place, "Let the pain make you _feel_" And Stiles just gaped, anger running through his veins as Kayla let out another cry of pain, tears burning in her eyes but, even though Derek's way of 'control' was painful, mean and slightly sadistic, it seemed to work as Kayla's eyes faded back to their normal green, her teeth returning to their usual shape.

"_Derek_" Stiles snapped, fury laced in his voice as he stalked forward, pulling away from Scott's grasp around his elbow, "You're hurting her… leave her alone" He demanded but Derek just ignored him as he slowly loosened his grip on Kayla, his free hand running over her hair in a very paternal type of way and Stiles saw regret shining in his eyes – but that did _nothing_ for his rage at all.

"Kay… I'm sorry… It had to be done… are you okay?" Stiles heard Derek say in a concerned voice, a thumb gently wiping away her silent tears and before Stiles knew what he was doing he had grabbed Derek's broad shoulder in his hand, using all the strength that he possessed to spin him around forcefully on the spot, his right hand curling into a fist as he punched him square in the jaw… and Derek didn't even move an inch. His head swivelled around but, in all honestly, Stiles thought it did _him_ more harm than Derek.

"Ow… _son of a bitch_" Stiles cursed under his breath, bringing his fist to his chest, "What are you, made from rock?" He demanded before giving him the death glare and turning around to Kayla, one hand gently resting on her cheek, caressing her skin while the other took her swollen wrist in his hand, softly touching the already bruising skin, bones prodding out in ways they shouldn't.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, eyes and voice full of worry, "Kayla… Kaylz…"

"I'm fine" She whispered back, voice croaky, tears drying up, "I'm… fine"

"Yeah… no thanks to _someone_" Stiles said bitterly, curling his lip at Derek.

"You think I wanted to do it?" Derek demanded, a hurt look plastered on his face, "It's the only thing I could think of before she killed one of us"

"I was working on that" Stiles snapped, pulling Kayla into his chest, "You didn't have to hurt her"

"Well you wouldn't have done it" Derek shot back, eyes glowing red.

"Yeah, because I love her" Stiles argued, "And I couldn't bring myself to do it because I _actually_ care"

"And I did it _because_ I care" Derek snarled, "You're just temporary Stilinski, family is what matters"

"Then you've been a severe let down" Stiles growled back, one arm wrapping around Kayla's back protectively but that was the last straw for Kayla – either the fighting or the clinginess, he didn't know, but either way she had reached boiling point.

"Shut up – both of you" Kayla interrupted, pulling back, "Just… stop arguing all the god damn time okay? It's getting on my _fucking_ nerves, making me choose between the two of you, making other people feel awkward" Kayla's eyes fell on Scott and Allison just a little ways a way, "Because let me tell you something, if you two keep going at it like cat and dog then _that's it_… I mean it" She warned, making Stiles gulp, "Derek – Stiles is my boyfriend, either accept it or get lost" And then her eyes met Stiles', "And Stiles, Derek is my cousin and nothing will make that go away or make me want to ditch him – he stays, get used to it" She snapped, breathing heavily, leaving them all speechless, "And would someone, _please_, pop my god damn wrist back into place because it's taking all my effort to not scream the place down" And that sobered them all up.

"We'll get the first aid kit" Scott said, nodding to Allison towards the kitchen.

"And some ice packs" Derek called to them, "Lots and lots of ice packs… and aspirin too"

"No… no aspirin" Kayla shook her head adamantly, eyes going wide, "No narcotics" And Stiles immediately knew why – she didn't want to fall back down that slippery slope again like she had just a couple of weeks ago and he completely understood that, he didn't want her to either, but he also didn't want her to be in un-necessary pain.

Stiles watched as Derek just nodded, resisting saying a scathing comment as he helped her sit down, Derek kneeling down in front of her.

"I'm really sorry you know" Kayla apologised, her voice dripping in guilt, "I don't know why I turned all 'Jason Voorhees' on your asses"

"It's okay" Derek immediately said, taking her wrist gently, being a lot more soft and caring than Stiles was used to him seeing, "It wasn't your fault"

"Yeah" Stiles agreed, "You just haven't learnt control yet but you will and it will get easier" He soothed as he pulled her against his chest, arms hugging her torso, keeping her stable.

"Wow… the two of you agreeing on something, the world must be ending" Kayla joked and Stiles and Derek just shared a stare… a careful stare, a stare which clearly said 'I-want-to-kill-you-but-I-can't' – yeah, _that_ kind of stare.

"Derek… I really am sorry, I don't know why I thought chopping your head off was a good idea" She shrugged and Stiles just muttered under his breath "I do" But Kayla elbowed him gently, the clear warning being to keep his trap shut, "I will make it up to you through, um… pizza with extra pineapple" And Stiles just frowned because what the hell was she talking about? Was it some stupid cousin inside joke thing going on? Derek just gave a small smile, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, because nothing says 'apologies for trying to murder you' better than pizza"

"Well I'm no good at the whole mushy apology thing you know that" Kayla smiled as she sat up, wincing slightly as she took her wrist in one hand, eyebrows furrowing as Stiles immediately sat up straighter, taking her wrist in his hand, cocooning it.

"Um…" She mumbled, meeting his gaze, "First off I really didn't mean to try and seduce you and, uh, try and do certain things in front of certain friends" And then she just furrowed her eyebrows, "Eh…What the hell am I talking about? I probably would've done that anyway, regardless" And he blushed as he caught Derek's mild glare, "The point is… uh… I have a lot of making up to do" She nodded her head, her free uninjured hand coming to rest on his chest, "I didn't hurt you too bad did I?" And Stiles shook his head immediately, one hand tangling itself in her hair.

"No" He claimed but she just raised her eyebrows disbelievingly, "Promise" Cue the even more prominent, disbelieving stare, "Pinky promise?" He proposed, holding out his pinky and Kayla chuckled, her eyes still wet with tears but she looked a lot better as she just shook her head in amusement, her free hand linking their pinkies together.

"You better be telling me the truth" She warned playfully, "Pinky promises are binding… forever… if you're lying it will just come back and bite you in the ass"

"Good job I'm a truthful person then" He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead to let her know that it was all forgotten, there was no need to feel guilty, just as Allison and Scott trailed in rather cautiously carrying the first aid box.

"Um… here" Scott said, sliding the box across the floor towards to Derek as Kayla met their curious gazes.

"Scott, I apologise for having a make out session with your girlfriend… I mean, sure, it was good and all and I understand why you're so smitten with her but, um… yeah… I will refrain myself in the future… it may be hard but, rest assured, I will" She teased and Scott loosened up, obviously realising Kayla was back in control now, "Oh and about trying to sleep with you and the whole trying-to-kill-you thing… that was bad too"

"Just a little" Scott agreed as Allison smiled, "But it's forgotten, a clean slate right?"

"Yeah" Allison agreed, taking Scott's hand, "Forgotten – but, uh, let's not tell Lydia because you know how she gets"

"Deal" Kayla smiled and Stiles caught Derek's eye as he slowly took a hold of Kaya's injured wrist, placing his fingers over the swollen joints, obviously wanting to pop it back into place when she was distracted, "Again… I'm really sorry and if I ever try and murder any of you again you totally get a free hit" She proposed as Scott's eyes widened dramatically.

"_Again_?" He squeaked and Kayla just rolled her eyes good naturedly, turning back around to rest against Stiles chest and that was when Derek added pressure to her wrist, his strong fingers manipulating the bones back into place and Stiles winced as he heard a pop and Kayla flinched, trying to pull her arm back but Derek kept a firm grasp on it, giving the wrist another twist to straighten it out.

"Oh you _bastard_" Kayla cursed loudly, "_I should've just taken your head off when I had the chance_" She fumed, tears stinging her eyes as Derek immediately placed an icepack over her wrist, not even paying attention to her pain filled threat as he began to wrap it up, eyes concentrated and focused and Stiles realised with a start that of course Derek knew what to do – he was an older brother, a cousin, a family man… taking care of people is what he craved to do even if he didn't seem the type.

"All done" Derek announced staring at Kayla in slight worry, eyes careful, "I know you're going to go against everything I say but please be careful okay? No fighting and plenty of rest and for the love of god keep the support on… it's for your own good" And Kayla just nodded, her fingers already trying to peel the bandages off and Derek just slapped away her hand gently.

"What did I _just_ say Kayla?!"

"They're itchy" She complained, "And how am I supposed to shower? You've pinned this thing on with, like, fifty pins" She grumbled before smirking, "Never mind" She patted Stiles' chest and Stiles knew what was coming, the top level of embarrassment so he just prepared himself, "Stiles will help me" And Stiles bit his lip, avoiding Derek's glare.

"Right… well…"Derek said through clenched teeth, obviously trying to keep his composure, "I know that this will only last so long"

"What will?" Kayla asked and Stiles just nodded, agreeing with her because he was super confused right now.

"Your control" Derek answered simply, "You hardly have any as it is and what with your body changing… the mood swings, the sudden 'shark' teeth-"

"Yeah what was up with that?" She asked, frowning, "Since when did I get a whole new set of changeable teeth? I'm telling ya, this shit is making no sense"

"We'll figure it out" Derek replied, "The point is… your encantado genes are still adapting to the werewolf genes… they're squabbling and until we figure out what your control point is, controlling you with pain can only last so long until you become immune to it so someone needs to keep an eye on you"

"I will" Stiles volunteered immediately, "I mean… she faltered in killing me before and I have all your numbers on speed dial so…"

"I don't know" Derek replied uncertainty, staring between the two of them, "The last time I left you to look after her you slept with her" And the silence was deafening after that.

"Exactly" Kayla pointed out, "We're already sleeping together all the time… no harm done"

"Kayla that's not helping" Stiles whispered urgently as Derek fixed him with a glare.

"C'mon Derry… what if I get those sudden urges again… who would you rather I seduce? Scott and Allison or Stiles? It's up to you" She propositioned and Stiles just watched as Derek rolled his eyes, giving in, obviously not prepared to fight with her.

"Whatever – the point is we need to learn you control, and fast, I'll pick you up tomorrow" Derek said and Kayla just nodded, wincing slightly as her arm flared up in pain again and just when she thought things may actually start going right tonight, a shadow caught her eye and she jumped as Peter appeared, a pleasant smirk plastered on his face.

"How many times _stop doing that_" She hissed, ignoring everyone's confused stares, "I'm gonna banish you"

"No you're not" He disagreed, "And anyway….you can't" He added cockily, "But that's not why I'm here – I'm here to give you a little warning"

"A warning about what?" Kayla asked cautiously as Derek frowned, not knowing what the hell was going on because, duh, she hadn't told him yet.

"You" Peter replied simply, "I would like to tell you some good, happy, rainbow coloured news but I can't, because that would be lying and lying is bad" Peter mocked, looking to be holding in his chuckles while Kayla just narrowed her eyes, unimpressed.

"Just spit it out"

"Okay kitty cat… don't get those teeth out again" He held up his hands in fake surrender, "The truth is…" He paused, probably for dramatic effect just making Kayla even more annoyed than before.

"Get on with it"

"The truth is… control is unheard of – I mean… I'll give Derek his due, he's determined, but encantados are much more complex creatures than werewolves or coyotes or leopards… they don't have control in them"

"Then it's lucky I'm not a full one then"

"No you're not" Peter agreed, "But you have the worst gene combination I've ever heard of… werewolves – vicious, strong, bloodthirsty… encantados – dark, tainted, murderous… it's pretty bad"

"Well thanks for telling me something I already know" Kayla said sarcastically, "If that's it…"

"No that's not it" Peter interrupted, "Control for encantados can only be harnessed through a dark act… a sort of realisation I guess… if you want to learn control, to not turn into those dark creatures, slaughtering all your friends and sleeping with random strangers for the hell of it then… then you need to push that boundaries away out so you can't see them anymore"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… if you want to stay sane, if you want to continue being Kayla Hale and not 'Kayla Hale the monster' that, if people found about you you would be hunted all over the globe, then you need to be bad before you can be good again"

"You're talking bullcrap"

"No I'm not Kay… it's the truth, believe me or not but if you don't kill someone within the next week then you may as well just say 'goodbye' to your old life and 'hello' to _really_ being your fathers daughter"

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><p><strong>AN) ohhhh… say what? Ha – the next few chapters is about Kayla finally realising the true extent to who and what she is and the limits she is willing to push to protect herself, family and friends – Hmmmm so please please please review, it would mean the world you lovely people, next chapter out soon **** x**


	72. Chapter 72 - predictions

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><p>If there was one thing Kayla hated people doing to her it was supervising - she just loathed it. Even as a young girl she wanted to be independent, to do things without prying eyes because it just made her feel aggravated and annoyed but now, in this situation, she understood why - she was out of control and, obviously, needed someone to keep a careful eye on her.<p>

But why Derek?

Don't get her wrong, she loved the guy, but sometimes meaning all the time he just got on her nerves - maybe they were too alike, or maybe it was a cousin thing, she didn't know, but either way when Kayla admitted to Derek that Peter just wouldn't leave her alone, he insisted he stay there and kip on the couch and Kayla just couldn't say no.

She wanted to but she was exhausted and in pain and still felt a bit wacky so she just gave up with a sigh because Derek could be just as stubborn as her and she knew it would do no good to argue - yeah, shocker right? Kayla not wanting to argue? That was a sure sign she still felt a bit... Weird? Out of place? Un-natural - like she was uncomfortable in her own skin? Maybe all of the above!

"Fine" Kayla gave in, rolling her eyes, "But you can sleep in the spare room, self-catering, free of charge"

"Thanks" Derek replied sarcastically "But I'd prefer the couch... especially if Stilinski is staying over" And Kayla just rolled her eyes - _again_ - not expecting anything less from Derek - it was a miracle they were even in the same room without any more scathing comments being thrown at each other.

"Okay, whatever you want Der... I'll get the blankets"

"No, it's okay, I'll get it" Stiles insisted, one hand tightening around her hip to stop her from walking, "Don't want you carrying stuff with a bad wrist"

"Thanks" Kayla smiled, not even being stubborn and insisting she could do it herself because she was so Damn tired, "there'll in the-"

"-Cupboard under the stairs, third shelf, got it" he smirked as he finished her sentence, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips warm and welcoming. He just sent her a wink as he turned around, making his way to the stairs as Derek narrowed his eyes as he walked past, not saying anything _thank god_.

"Well, if everything is sorted here then, uh... we'll be off" Scott said, breaking the awkward silence, "But you'll call if anything happens right?"

"Hand on heart, hope to die" Kayla promised, "Again, super sorry for trying to sex you two up and then kill you, that really wasn't on my agenda for today and it was also mega rude"

"Nor ours" Allison smiled, taking Scotts' hand and walking past her and Derek, "But its fine, all forgotten"

"Thank you" Kayla sung, walking with them to do the door, "And stay safe"

"Somehow I think we're safer not being in your presence at the moment - no offense" Allison joked light-heartedly, giving Kayla a playful nudge as they opened the front door.

"That wasn't the kind of safe I was talking about"

"... Oh" Allison hummed, realisation dawning on her features whilst Scott looked away, embarrassed, and Allison stared at Derek nervously, "We will" And then Kayla closed the door leaving just her, Derek and Stiles – how fun.

"Well, this has been eventful-"She was about to waltz past Derek but he reached out and snaked his hand around her arm, pulling her into his chest.

"I want to know everything about Peter… no excuses Kayla" He demanded, dropping the civil act now that they were alone, "Whatever his plans are I _need_ to know"

"Well I don't know his _plans_" She said bitterly, staring into his, seemingly, emotionless eyes, "He only shows up when it suits him to mess with me for entertainment… it's not like we're best buddies"

"Kayla" Derek warned in a low voice, "He was talking to you earlier, he said something, I heard your heartbeat rise from where I stood… tell me" And at that Kayla's blood ran cold again, the memories of what Peter had told her swimming about in her mind.

"…_But if you don't kill someone within the next week then you may as well just say 'goodbye' to your old life and 'hello' to really being your fathers daughter"_

She had tried to reassure herself that Peter was just lying – after all, that was what he did right? Yet at the same time she knew there was a chance he was telling the cold, hard truth. How? She felt it, just like before when she had a glimpse into what other people were feeling and that scared her slightly.

And not in the way people would think – it wasn't the thought that she might have to take someone's life to protect herself and the people that she cared about, no, she was scared because when she had Derek by the throat and was about to beat the crap out of Scott… she actually wanted to.

Don't get her wrong, she didn't have those thoughts now she was grounded but she _did_… she was about to… and that was what she was scared about – that she would end up just like Peter – after all, she did have half of his genes, it wasn't a good indicator that's for sure.

Kayla steeled herself as she looked at Derek dead in the eye, keeping her face straight and serious, "Like I said before… he talks crap, it was nothing I haven't heard before and it's certainly nothing for you to worry about" She said in a hard voice and Derek looked slightly shocked as he gave her a once over, forehead furrowing just as she heard Stiles' footsteps come around the corner and stop, giving them both a careful glance like he wasn't sure whether to just leave them to it or break them up.

"…Okay" Derek sighed, obviously giving up as he let go of her arm, taking a step back as Stiles passed him a heap of blankets and pillows almost as high as the empire state building, "I'll choose to believe you"

"Gee, thanks" She shot back sarcastically, "That makes me feel all warm and loved inside"

Derek just gave her a slightly sassy stare as he walked into the living room, dumping the blankets and pillows onto the pristine white couch as Stiles took his place, taking her good hand in his grasp, intertwining their fingers together as she just sent him a small, tired smile.

"Anyway, where's Jody? I expected her to be here and what with you destroying the house that was bound to alert her to our presence" Derek asked and Kayla just shrugged because sure, her and her mom got on, but they weren't exactly what you would call 'close' – she didn't ask where Kayla went, Kayla didn't ask where she went, it was a two way street.

"No clue" Kayla replied, "Probably at work… wherever that is"

"Hm" Derek just said in acknowledgement, lowering himself onto the couch, posture all stiff and rigid as if he felt out of place and Kayla softened slightly – just _slightly_ mind.

"You look like you have a rod up your back… relax" She encouraged, "You're welcome here… most times" She amended with a playful smirk, "And if you want I can lend you Stiles for a night – he gives good back massages" And she heard Stiles choke slightly, his own posture turning rigid as it looked like he was about ready to bolt and Derek just narrowed his eyes.

"No? Okay then, all mine" Kayla summarised, "There's food in the fridge, help yourself and do what you like" She began to tug Stiles towards the stairs as he flailed behind her, "Night Der"

"Night" She heard Derek grumble back and she just resisted rolling her eyes as she pulled Stiles up the last steps, keeping a firm hold of his hand until they were safely back in her room and the door was locked, just in case Derek decided they needed 'adult supervision' too.

"Do you think he can hear us?" Stiles whispered, wide eyes fixated on the door, face paler than normal and Kayla couldn't help but chuckle lightly because it looked like a scene from out of a horror movie where the girl and the guy hide in the old abandoned house from the chainsaw wielding masked maniac – Derek may be a maniac at times but wielding a chainsaw? Man that image made her laugh internally.

"No" She answered truthfully, shaking her head, "I don't think he's _that_ intrusive" And she just watched as Stiles nodded in acceptance, still looking slightly unsure as he turned around, taking a step forward closer to her, one hand gently coming to rest on her cheek as his other hand landed softly on her injured left wrist, fingers dancing across the bandages.

"Good, because I really wanna punch him _again_" Stiles muttered angrily as he gently overturned her wrist, like he was inspecting the damage, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah" She said, letting out a small shrug because there was no point in lying, "But its fine… I've had worse"

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel better about this" Stiles murmured, "You sure you don't want something for the pain? I'm here… I'm not gonna let you go off the deep again, not again" He added and Kayla felt waves of guilt rolling off him and cringed, immediately shaking her head.

"Thanks but no thanks" She smiled, "Not yet at least… I'm sure the last thing this town needs is a drug addict murderer who wants to bang everyone they see… I'll be fine" She reassured but immediately she knew she let something slip as Stiles' eyes zeroed in on her as he frowned, his butterscotch eyes becoming worried.

"Murderer? Kaylz unless you have some master plan cooking to top off Erica then I'm one hundred and ten percent sure you haven't murdered anyone"

"Plan? Stiles please-"She scoffed, "I wouldn't just have one plan, I'd have many more backup plans and then some backup plans for the backup plans… no I'm definitely innocent in at least that department… for now" She muttered, eyebrows furrowing as her heart felt heavy with…guilt? For what? She had no idea… maybe it was because she knew she was half of Peter, and Peter didn't have a good half, he had two bad halves, so that would make her at least half bad right?

"What do you mean?" Stiles whispered, standing even closer to her if that was possible, his hand threading through her hair, "Is everything okay?"

Kayla just peered up at him through her eyelashes, her posture defeated, "Stiles… do you-do you think I'm like Peter?" She asked gingerly and immediately he shook his head, his wide eyes gentle yet sincere.

"What? No!" He exclaimed wildly, "You're nowhere near being like him, what makes you think that?"

"It's inevitable right?" She chuckled darkly, "As he just _loves_ to keep reminding me he's my dad… my dad is a murdering, psychotic, heartless, crazy, obscene, narcissistic, power hungry, delusional bastard" She rambled, taking a deep breath, "I know that those _traits_ will rub off on me"

"They won't" Stiles insisted, bringing their foreheads together, "You know how I know that? Because you're your own person, you're unique and I have never met anyone else as… as amazing as you and sure, so what, your dad was an awful person, that doesn't mean you will be – you're not his clone are you? Nope, _thank god_ because that would just get weird, which means you choose who you wanna be… not someone like _Peter_" Stiles exclaimed and all Kayla saw and felt was complete and utter honesty – he had faith in her, total belief that she wasn't Peter and that made her stomach flip over in a good way, her heart warming.

"… Thank you" She whispered, her breath washing over his face, "But um… Peter told me that the only way I can control myself is to, uh, commit a dark act" She admitted, watching as confusion glistened in his eyes, "In other words… I would have to kill someone and… and the worst thing is I know that it's gonna happen… it's like-like it's fate"

"I thought you don't believe in fate?"

"I don't" Kayla confirmed, "But it's genetic… and we can't argue with genetics"

"Well I'm going to" Stiles nodded affirmatively, bringing both his hands up to her head, sliding into her hair as he brought their lips together in a slow moving kiss, their bodies pressed firmly against each other, "My dads' the sheriff, I'm a law breaking teenage delinquent, my mom was great at singing, I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it – see? Proof now please babe just… relax" Stiles said comfortingly, "Peter is just trying to mess with you and you're letting him win"

"But he's telling the truth… I _felt_ it"

"You said it yourself, you haven't got your head around your new powers yet but I know for sure he's wrong" Stiles said, "That's not your control, that's _his_ control, not yours, but we'll find it and when we do you'll be back to being Kayla in no time"

She just sighed but nodded in acceptance, allowing herself to believe that Stiles was right – after all, that was what he did best right? Stiles was the smart one, the one that figured out things and she trusted his judgement more than she trusted hers right now _that's_ for sure.

"Hmmm… maybe you're right" She found herself saying, her own hands resting on his forearms as his fingers gently massaged her scalp, "I'm just not thinking clearly right now"

Stiles leaned down again, pressing his lips to her forehead, "C'mon… time for bed, you look shattered" He mumbled against her skin before pulling away and just to back up his point she let out a wide yawn, her eyelids fluttering shut as he gently guided her to the bed, pulling back the covers and laying her down.

"Stiles… don't go" Her good arm shot out to latch onto his and just because she was back in control _now_ it didn't mean that feeling of needing to be with Stiles had evaporated, rather, it just got more intense – but not in the sex kind of way, more in the supportive kind of way.

His eyes softened as he shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face, "I won't" He promised, letting her keep a hold of his arm as he clambered over her, pulling the covers back up as she just hugged his arm to her chest, keeping him close.

"Just, uh, try not to murder me in my sleep" He joked and Kayla just chuckled tiredly as he pressed some feather like kisses to her shoulder, "And if you do get that urge to kill everyone in sight be sure and wake me up before you try so I can run like the wind"

"I will" she vowed as she pressed her back tight against his chest, their body heat warming up the cold covers, "But I would never hurt you" She managed to slur out before her body just gave in to the tiredness and she went out like a light.

If only good things could last right?

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><p>Kayla wasn't a big sleeper – she could live off of four hours sleep a night if she had to and, physiologically, people would say it was because she was afraid to sleep, that she preferred to be in control and not give that up easily, fearful of what could happen – and maybe they were right, but it was also because of the nightmares.<p>

She used to get them a lot, especially after her dad and brothers' death but since moving to Beacon Hills she hardly got them at all – maybe the odd one occasionally and, unfortunately, now was that time.

"_So… who was it you killed?" Kayla slurred, taking another gulp from the vodka bottle, "Anyone important?"_

"_Nah… I didn't know who he was" Aiden replied, waving his hand as he reached for the bottle, "Just some jock that thought he was better than everyone else… no loss there right?"_

_Kayla remembered how she nodded yet really, inside, her rational mind was screaming that no, no, no, it was wrong, this was wrong, being with a murderer was wrong yet it felt… strangely right and distracting, something that she had desperately needed at that time but what with the alcohol, the drugs, the numbing feeling it gave her she found that she didn't really care._

"_None at all" Kayla smirked, leaning forward to straddle his lap, her arms winding around his neck as she pushed his back into the tree trunk, biting her lip, "It's refreshing to see someone who can actually take action instead of just mouthing off like every other guy I know"_

"_Well I'm glad I can live up to your expectations" Aiden smirked as he leaned forwards, their lips brushing together, "Which I'm sure are exceptionally high"_

"_They are" Kayla replied, "And don't act so cocky, you ticked off one box in a whole long list of ones…"_

"_I wanna tick them all off" Aiden said in a determined voice, dropping the vodka bottle and pulling her against his chest tightly, his fingers digging into her back, "Every. Single. One" And with that he titled his head forward, his teeth biting down on her bottom lip, increasing the pressure as his hands trailed down over her waist, down past her hips before gliding over her legs, hands disappearing up her skirt to rest on her thighs._

"_Try" She whispered, eyes drilling holes through his own as he just smirked, letting go of her lip as he pushed her back into the layer of leaves, twigs and needles, breath heavy as he attacked her lips fiercely in a heated and dominated kiss._

"_**For gods' sake**__" Kayla exclaimed, yanking her arm away from Aiden's grasp, "You wanna get angry? Get angry! Just don't take it out on me!" She added, breathing ragged, "Your pack treats you like shit and you come to me, wanting comfort and then hate sex and then a personal punching bag? No!" Kayla shook her head adamantly, "I don't mind offering comfort with a bottle of jack or with my body if that's what you need but I'll be damned if I let you raise your hand to me again"_

"_I… I'm sorry" Aiden apologised, his eyes fading back from the electric blue, "I just… I don't know what else to do"_

"_Take it out on them then" Kayla insisted, "Show them who you really are instead of thinking 'oh, Kayla's not far off, I'll be the good little weak beta and then take my frustrations out on her' cos I'm telling you Aiden, just because I feel like shit, self-loathing and a dollop of bitterness rolled into one it doesn't mean I'm gonna be here all the time"_

"_I know" Aiden nodded and Kayla had watched as tears glistened in his eyes, "And I'm wrong… I'm-I'm sorry" He apologised sincerely, biting the inside of his cheek, "I'm useless"_

"_You're not useless Aiden" Kayla had found herself saying, "They make you feel like you are, just like people made me feel but you're not" She told him, walking forward as she wiped at his eyes, "And I know one day you'll prove to them that they should have never messed with you in the first place"_

"_You think so?" He breathed and Kayla could smell the alcohol on his breath, the strength of it and she knew he was completely out of it – when he was like this he could go from stone cold to red hot and everything in between in the space of ten seconds._

"_I know so" She said in a flat voice, preparing to walk away but Aiden just increased the hold he had on her, pulling her into his chest as he smashed their lips together quickly and roughly._

"_Comfort me?" He asked, eyes trailing down her body hungrily and Kayla just nodded, biting the inside of her cheek because why not? Why the hell not huh?_

She awoke with a gasp, body flailing as she pulled herself up, chest heaving as she tried to get some much needed air into her lungs as stars floated about in her vision, gasping for air – she had no idea where that depressing trip down memory lane came from but she could only assume it was linked to Aiden's surprise visit the other day and internally cursed him – damn him, damn him royally for managing to mess with her again.

"Hey, hey, It's okay, you're fine" A voice immediately soothed, Stiles' familiar arms trying to comfort her, "It was just a dream" She took in another deep breath, struggling to calm down as her mind went into over-drive.

"So-Sorry" She managed to get out as she pulled her knees to her chest while Stiles' hand rubbed circles on her back.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for… just breathe" He instructed gently, whispering soothing words in her ear as she tried to bring her heart rate down to normal.

"You okay now?" Stiles asked hesitantly as she lifted her head up from her knees, blinking blearily and Kayla just nodded shakily, blowing out a long breath as she stared around at her familiar surroundings, reassuring herself that she wasn't actually back there again, that it was all just a terrible dream.

"Yeah… fine" She said, "It was just a nightmare… I dunno where that reaction came from" But Stiles just responded by pulling her body into his arms as they lay down, her head resting on the crook of his neck.

"A bad one?" Stiles asked and Kayla just nodded, fisting Stiles' shirt in her hand as she screwed her eyes shuts, blocking out Aiden's voice as pushed herself further into Stiles' body, breathing in his scent, hands touching him just to make sure he really was there and she wouldn't wake up in the morning and come face to face with Aiden.

Well… she didn't sleep for the rest of the night after that thought.

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><p>"Self-meditation? Are you frigging serious?" Kayla exclaimed, cocking an eyebrow at Derek as they stood in the clearing in the middle of the woods, not far from the Hale house actually, the mid-morning sun beating down on the backs, "You made me skip school to self-meditate when the principle is a psychotic werewolf killer who warned me not to miss anymore school? Wow!" She said, crossing her arms stubbornly.<p>

"Don't do that look Kayla" Derek told her off sternly, matching her stance.

"What look?"

"The one you're doing right now"

"Well I can't see my own face, can I?" She sassed back, rolling her eyes as Derek blew out an aggravated breath.

"You are the worst student ever and we haven't even started" He grumbled under his breath making Kayla smirk.

"Thanks" She grinned before blowing out a long breath, looking around at their surroundings in disbelief, "But, seriously? Self-meditation? How is _that_ gonna teach me control?"

"Trust me, you'll be surprised how much control that actually takes to master that art… and it's only a starting point, we'll move onto focus and anger management later"

"Kill me now" Kayla muttered, rolling her eyes as she dropped her stubborn stance, shaking out her limbs, "Fine, whatever, I'll give it a bash… and see how good my self-control is after when I want to rip you apart limb from limb for making me do this"

Derek ignored her comment as he pointed to the ground, instructing her to sit and Kayla just clenched her jaw because, dammit, she wasn't a dog, but dropped to her knees before crossing her legs, biting her tongue because it was ten in the frigging morning… the quicker they got this over with, the better.

"Okay now just… close your eyes and breathe" Derek instructed gently and Kayla just cocked at eyebrow at him, an 'I am not amused' look plastered on her face.

"Well of course I'm going to breathe otherwise there would be a **serious** problem"

"_Kayla_…" Derek warned, his eyes strict, "Enough with the snark and settle down"

"Okay _dad_" Kayla mocked, shaking her head quickly as she closed her eyes, straightening her posture and breathing in deeply and evenly, trying anything and everything to get rid of her annoyance.

"Now, as you listen to my voice I want you to try and focus on something positive… something that relaxes you…" Derek whispered quietly as he walked around her in circles, his footsteps crunching over the leaves, "What relaxes you?"

"Not you for starters" She grumbled, "You walk like a heavy footed duck… ease up would ya?"

"I said-"Derek exclaimed through clenched teeth, "Focus on something that _relaxes_ you not the _other_ way around"

"Fine" Kayla replied, her mind wandering, "Stiles relaxes me" And there was dead silence from Derek, not even a footstep.

"Stiles? _Seriously_?" He exclaimed in disbelief, "What is it about him?"

"Everything" Kayla replied instantly, cracking an eye open to peer at him, "Now can we get on with this please? Preferably before nightfall thanks" And Derek just narrowed his eyes but carried on.

"Fine" He bit out, "Focus on… _Stiles_… and just let everything float away… like nothing else matters…"

"Nothing else does matter" She replied truthfully, picturing perfectly the way he grinned madly, the way he stuffed his face with Reese's and how he flailed about on the spot when he got nervous, his limbs never able to stay still for more than two seconds.

"I said 'like' Kayla, 'like nothing else matters', it's a figure of speech… not literal" Derek said in an aggravated tone and Kayla just rolled her eyes behind her eyelids because, believe it or not, this was progress with Derek, they were making very very _very_ slow progress.

"Okay what now?"

Silence – "Unbelievable" Derek muttered, "Just… focus on that and when you feel in a more better place… let it go… picture a complete vastness of nothing… tune out my voice… everything..." And she tried, she really did, but she just couldn't – once she had pictured Stiles, remembering him so vividly it was like he was standing right there, she couldn't _not_ picture him – so much for self-meditation huh? It just turned into a Stiles Stilinski shrine or whatever.

She sat there for a good twenty minutes, breathing deeply, trying so hard to empty out all her thoughts but she couldn't, her mind wasn't tuned that way.

Yet, at the same time, she felt grounded and more in control than she had ever felt in the past few days – it was like just imagining him, his voice, his touch, his smile, his dorkiness, made everything better – oh god… such a cliché, cue the shiver.

But Kayla could only sit still for so long without getting antsy and irritated.

"It's not working" She claimed loudly, sighing loudly, "I can't think of 'nothingness'"

"Yes you can" Derek insisted, "You're not even trying"

"I am" Kayla retorted, "I want to be able to control myself but your techniques just aren't working"

"They are" Derek shot back, "How long do you think you've been sitting there for?"

"Twenty minutes, give or take a few seconds" And she saw Derek smirk triumphantly, a smug look making its way to his face.

"Kay… you've been there for the past three hours – if that's not called working then I don't know what is"

"Bullcrap" She exclaimed, "I have not been here for thr-… I've been here for three hours" She amended as she glanced down at her watch, "Say what?"

"I told you, it's about patience and control… something that you're getting bette-"

"Shut up" She cut him off abruptly as she jumped to her feet, looking around in confusion, "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Derek asked cautiously, coming to stand next to her, his eyes flashing red dangerously.

"That… rustling… that I'm ninety eight percent sure of _isn't_ in my head"

She watched as Derek tilted his head forward, straining his ears as he nodded just a second later.

"Yes" He confirmed, "But I don't know what it is"

"Well _obviously_ we're not alone" She shot back sarcastically just as someone literally fell into the clearing, startling them both as the woman fixated them with a hollow yet slightly crazed look, her curly dark hair matted to her head, clothes torn, blue eyes wild.

"So much… pain… pain everywhere" She gasped in a hoarsely voice, stumbling forward on shaky legs, "I saw… I saw… and I had to-had to find you" She gasped, falling forward as she got closer to them, her eyes never leaving theirs.

"Lady… I think you need some help" Derek said as he took a step forward, "We can take you to the nearest hospital and-"

"_Pain_" The woman screamed, placing her head in her hands, screwing her eyes shut, "Pain… so much… blood… blood everywhere, much too young…" She muttered, beginning to cry hysterically and Kayla just frowned at the scene, walking forward so she was standing next to Derek.

"Der… look" She nodded her head to the bracelet clasped around the woman's wrist, "Is that place a mental institution?"

"Eichen house? As far as I know… not a very nice place to be"

"You're telling me" Kayla muttered as the woman just cried even more, "Should we, uh… take her back?" She added quietly but the girl, woman, whatever, must have heard her because she let out another pain filled shriek stumbling forward, grabbing a hold of Derek's arm in a tight grip.

"You… death… death is around you…. can't-can't escape… curse…" She gasped at that must've struck a nerve in Derek because his eyes grew sad and he didn't even try to push the girl away so Kayla just took it into her own hands.

"Okay, you know what? Time to go" She announced, grabbing the girls' arm and pulling her away from Derek but the girl screamed again, her hands now clinging onto Kayla desperately, as if it were a life or death situation.

"M-Meredith is it?" Kayla asked delicately, catching a glimpse of her name on the bracelet, "You need to calm down and-"

"_Pain_" She screamed again, one hand clenching her own jumper over her chest as she stared at Kayla with a frenzied look, "You…you… you…"

"Me… what?" Kayla asked quietly, her heart dropping into her stomach, "Me _what_?"

"I can see it" Meredith mumbled, her expression frozen into fear, "I can hear it… they're telling me things… things… I feel it" Her hand reached out to place it directly over Kayla's heart sending a shiver down her spine, "So much pain… blood… no more… no more…" And Kayla gulped, about to pull away because she was getting _seriously_ freaked out but Meredith's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"They're telling me…. They're telling me I shouldn't say, it's-it's bad but I can feel it… pain…" Her blue gaze was drilling holes through Kayla's, "You're going to die… dead… no more…" Meredith shook her head frantically, her eyes glazing over, "… You're not going-going to reach your eighteenth birthday… just-just like I'm not going to re-reach mine" And Kayla pulled away from the girls' grasp, her head spinning as she felt her stomach drop and the world go dizzy.

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	73. Chapter 73 - Trust is a delicate thing

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><p>Kayla took another step backwards, her mind reeling. Death had never scared her before because, well, she'd been close a few times – okay, <em>a lot<em> of times – and she had always lived through them (obviously) and, well, it seemed like a normal thing that people would live to an old age right? But hearing those words, whether they be true or just crazy mutterings, made Kayla's heart drop, the realisation that death could literally be just around the corner making her feel sick – well, after all, she was a Hale and that gave most people a reason to want her head on a stick… her mom really should've just given Kayla her maiden name of 'Jacobs' - it would've been a hell of a lot easier that's for sure.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Kayla muttered, "You can't possibly know that"

"They told me" Meredith whispered, eyes as wide as saucers, "The voices… I felt it… the pain… right here" She held a hand up to her chest, right next to her heart as she scrunched up her jumper in her grasp, "…So much blood…" Meredith trailed off as Kayla gulped, keeping a neutral look on her face as she glanced at Derek who strode forward so he was next to her.

"Kayla, don't listen to her… I'll take her back to Eichen House" Derek said but Kayla wrapped her hand around his arm, stopping him in his tracks as she stared back at Meredith, an inquisitive and slightly nervous look plastered on her face.

"Wait Der just… wait a sec" She murmured, "Meredith… How do you know I'm gonna die before I turn eighteen?"

"I heard it" Meredith whispered back as she chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously, "… they told me… they-they-they-"

"Who's 'they'?" Kayla asked in a frustrated voice, "Who are you talking about?"

"No, no, no, can't say… can't-won't" Meredith said in a frenzy, shaking her head back and forth rapidly, "Never-never say… no, no, no" She moved her hands to cover her ears as she screwed her eyes shut, "The one you trust… kill you… who you trust the most will-will kill… so much pain" Meredith muttered as she stumbled backwards, face going chalk white, "No… stop, stop… shut up… _shut up_" She kept repeating over and over again, obviously beginning to lose the sanity she had before.

Kayla's heart skipped a beat again as she furrowed her eyebrows, her mouth going dry, "Wait… Stiles? Stiles is gonna… what?" She asked, voice dripping with fear because the one she trusted the most was Stiles – no doubt about that – and she did say the one who Kayla trusted the most and, oh dear god, holy crap.

"Kayla, go back to school" Derek ordered, pushing her behind him as he placed his hands on Meredith's' shoulders, "She doesn't know what she's talking about okay? Go back to school!" And then he began guiding Meredith towards where his car was parked while Kayla just stood there like a complete idiot, eyes glazing over.

She tried to tell herself that it was just some crazy mutterings, there was nothing to them, that they were just the ramblings of a mad person but as much as she told herself that it didn't seem to help – at all - because all she could think was 'what the hell?'

If there was any truth to what Meredith was saying then Stiles was gonna…? No, no frigging way, _impossible_. She literally shook her head, clearing her thoughts – it was just crazy talk, nothing to it, absolutely nothing… right?

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><p>No not 'right' – Kayla thought that a few minutes later she would be able to forget about that whole ordeal, that she would be able to put it to the back of her mind like she did with most other things that were classed as 'important' but she couldn't, it felt impossible.<p>

When she got to school for the last couple of hours and she trailed into Economics class she caught Stiles' eye as he smiled at her, raising his eyebrows in a questioning way, the clear message being 'how did it go?' but she just bit her lip and looked away, keeping her head down as she sat in her seat opposite him.

It was ridiculous the way she was acting, it was, she knew that but Meredith's ramblings were still circling around in her head and making her feel sick with worry, especially the part about Stiles, well who she assumed was Stiles, because out of everyone she trusted him the most – clingy? Hell yeah but she couldn't help it.

Just like she couldn't help but feel cold and worried and on edge when she looked at Stiles… Meredith's ramblings obviously having a bigger impact on her than she thought and hoped.

"Kaylz… hey Kaylz… how'd it go?" He asked, leaning sideways in his seat but Kayla just kept her stare averted downwards, hair falling in front of her face, obscuring her vision.

"Uh… Kayla… you okay?" Stiles asked and Kayla glanced at him briefly, nodding quickly before looking away as coach walked in through his office door, giving each student a brief glare.

"Okay, listen up you little delinquents, the next few weeks' course work is so _extremely_ hard that even the brightest of you hormonal teenagers won't be able to complete it so if you don't think you can put your tiny little minds to it then leave" Coach spoke up in a loud voice, "Go to… biochemistry or whatever the hell you call it" And Kayla felt Stiles' eyes on her, making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she broke out in a cold sweat, making her heart race in her chest.

She was being so stupid… why was she listening to what Meredith 'predicted' when she hardly listened to what sane people said? She didn't know but her words just _got_ to her, piercing through her armour and worming their way into her brain making her feel on edge.

She screwed her eyes shut, pushing away those thoughts as she tried to focus on her work, on concentrating on getting her grades up to at least a decent level but as she felt her heart racing a hundred miles an hour, she also felt her whole skin tingling and heating up like it was being slowly roasted over a barbeque.

Guess Meredith's' words _really_ got to her.

She started breathing heavily, skin warm to touch as her hands curled around the edges of the table, trying to keep herself in control even though it really didn't feel like she was slipping back into her 'crazed monster form' or whatever… no, it just felt like a freak out – as simple as that.

She was freaking over a strangers' words that were most likely untrue – now she _really_ did feel like an idiot.

"Hale – you coping over there?" Coach bellowed, "Or do you think you need to leave and go somewhere else than _isn't_ economics class?" And Kayla just managed to peel her eyes open, head feeling light-hearted and dizzy as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"What?" She gasped, hands gripping the table for dear life as everyone stared at her, "Wha-" Her breath got stuck in her throat as she felt Stiles shift forward in his seat, leaning to the side as if he was about to help her.

"C'mon Hale, don't have a panic attack over it… I'm not qualified to deal with students collapsing like flies, uh… um… anyone got an inhaler?" he asked the class and Kayla just narrowed her eyes as she stumbled to her feet, lungs getting sore, in desperate need of air as she felt her throat closing up.

"No, no... m'fine" She insisted, eyes watering as the panic seeped in that she couldn't actually breathe – it felt like someone was tightening a hand around her throat, someone's booted foot pressing into her chest, cutting off her air supply which was something she really didn't need right now otherwise Meredith's' little prediction may just come true a _little_ earlier.

"I'm just… gonna, gonna… go" She gasped, shrugging off Stiles' arm as she practically fell forward down the aisle, grabbing a hold of coach's desk to stop herself from falling over because, sure, she didn't believe in fate – there was no such thing – but she was a great believer in the supernatural, well she did grow up with it and fully believed in psychics and all other worldly stuff which was why it was affecting her so much… because she had an open mind, her brain realising that it could be true – she could literally be dead around this time next year.

And she hadn't even scored off all the things on her bucket list yet.

"M'fine" She repeated to herself, body beginning to shake as she tried to get the hell away from the room full of students, their eyes on her making it even harder to breathe, "I-I… need to… breathe.." She muttered, pulling away from coach as she fell through the door and out into the corridor, sliding across the walls as everything floated in and out of focus, her movements getting more sluggish as she collapsed through the double doors leading to the stairs, her weak legs slipping off the steps as she fell down, hands gripping the railings for dear life.

"Kayla, Kaylz, can you hear me? Listen okay? You need to breathe – just relax Kaylz" Stiles was suddenly kneeling in front of her, hands resting on her knee's but Kayla just shook her head rapidly because, sure, it sounded easy – breathing – people did it all the time but right now it was one of the hardest things she had ever got asked to do.

"C-C-C-Can't" She gasped, leaning her forehead against the cool metal railings, chest heaving "She told me… told me… that-that I'm gonna… and I do-don't wanna-"

"Relax" Stiles insisted, his hands threading through her hair as he pulled her head back up, "Look at me Kaylz, you're going to be fine but I need you to relax… you're safe here" He told her, his clear caramel gaze piercing hers, "Just focus on breathing… nice and slow okay?"

If only it was that easy.

She shook her head, trying to pull away from him as her skin flushed, an uncomfortable heat settling over her body, forehead getting clammy because it wasn't as easy as that – someone tells you you're going to die, it's not like it's an everyday thing… maybe every week for her but those were just threats, threats she could deal with, predictions she couldn't.

"Kayla, look at me" Stiles demanded softly, keeping a firm grip on her, "Easy, deep breaths… for me okay?" He asked and Kayla just nodded dizzily, her chest wheezing as she closed her eyes, focusing on Stiles' voice, her previous coldness towards him dissipating almost immediately once she felt his touch on her, so soft and comforting.

"See? You're doing great" Stiles encouraged, keeping his tone light-hearted even though Kayla could feel the worry rolling off him, "You're doing great, don't worry" And she found herself worrying less and less each second, her lungs beginning to fill up with some much needed air as Stiles' fingers stroked her cheeks and now she realised she was being incredibly stupid - how could someone as loving and gentle as Stiles kill her? It was ridiculous, he loved her, she knew that, and Stiles wouldn't be the type of person to take someone's life, he was more likely to save them, and that thought relaxed her greatly.

She felt dumb for obsessing over it because Stiles was her boyfriend and she trusted him so much she knew he wouldn't hurt her… she knew it in her very bones and internally punched herself for not realising that sooner.

"Good girl" Stiles praised as her breathing slowed down to normal speed, her head clearing slightly as she took in some air with ease now, her chest not feeling quite as tight as before, "I knew you could do it"

"Sorry" she apologised, opening her eyes to meet his stare, "I didn't mean to just… fall apart"

"It's okay" Stiles immediately said, softly stroking her cheek, "There's nothing to be sorry for but… if you want to tell me what's got you so het up I would really appreciate it" He sent her a small smile, "Anyone's asses needing kicking?"

She let out a small chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "No" She told him honestly, "It was stupid… it doesn't mean anything"

"What doesn't mean anything?"

"Meredith" Kayla told him as he kept his careful gaze on her, "Some random girl… I dunno why but, uh…" She trailed off, taking another gulp of air, "She told Derek that he has a curse on him, that everyone dies around him" And she watched as Stiles furrowed his eyebrow in worry, "And I'm gonna die… which is inevitable, everyone dies but, uh, pretty soon I guess" But she scoffed lightly, "I just let it get to my head that's all"

"It's not true" Stiles immediately insisted, his eyes wide and truthful, "You're not gonna die anytime soon… I mean c'mon – you're as hard headed and stubborn as anyone else I have ever met before" He let out a small chuckle. "I promise you, on my life, that you're gonna live to a ripe old age and still be kicking some serious ass with your walking stick… that I can guarantee you" He leaned forward so their foreheads were almost touching, "Do you believe me?"

And there was just something about Stiles that made her feel at ease and comfortable, something that grounded her that she couldn't help but believe his words – maybe it was because she felt the truth behind them, maybe because she was so completely in love with him it made him easy to trust but either way he was the one that broke through all the chinks in her armour and saw the real her, the temperamental, agitated, anger fuelled if not slightly sassy, sarcastic and emotionally detached Hale and guess what? He was still here, if that didn't give her warrant to trust him then she didn't know what did.

"Yeah" She told him quietly, her breathing now back to normal, "I trust you" She muttered honestly and she thought she saw something flare up in his eyes, a flash of guilt maybe? Regret? She didn't know but a second later it was gone and Stiles' usual smirk was back on his face as he gave her a comforting kiss, making her feel more at ease.

"Good… because you can – 100%" He muttered but Kayla ignored the twinge in her stomach that said he was lying about something because she was all over the place just now and knew it was just her body's hormones playing havoc with her because, she thought with a soft chuckle, there was no one as trustworthy as Stiles Stilinski.

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><p>"Yeah – I trust you" Stiles remembered Kayla's word perfectly and immediately a whole boat load of guilt settled in his stomach – it jolted his heart because he knew that by keeping this secret he could be destroying that trust she had in him, the connection they had, the bond that was so strong he could help her control herself in ways that others couldn't.<p>

But he knew he was doing it to protect her… well, he _thought_ he was doing it to protect her – she had too much to worry about already and telling her this would just add another thing on the extra-long list and although he had complete faith in her, he honestly didn't know if she could handle it now.

At least that was what he told himself to reassure himself that the lie he was telling was beneficial and not just him lying for the fun of lying.

"Stiles… you need to tell her, she's gonna find out eventually" Scott insisted, keeping his voice lowered as they stood in the school parking lot.

"Not yet Scott" Stiles replied, "We need to give her time to get used to the new changes of her body, not bombard her with more worries about what she _might_ or _might not_ do"

"And if you don't tell her then she won't be prepared" Scott said and Stiles just blew out a long breath, running his hand down his face, "People find out, they always do"

"I know" Stiles sighed, watching the students leaving the parking lot in a rush, "I know that – I do – but…" Stiles just shrugged in defeat, "I can't, not yet, I just need more time"

"How much?" Scott asked in worry, "Because if she finds out that you knew, that _we_ knew, it's not gonna be pretty" Scott warned, "Kayla's a truthful and blunt person… I don't think she'd feel too happy about her boyfriend lying to her"

"It's not lying" Stiles immediately insisted, "Well, kinda… I'm just not telling her the whole truth" Stiles added, trying to lessen his own guilt, "This is something she needs time to process, we can't just drop a bombshell like that"

"Whatever you say Stiles" Scott sighed, still looking unconvinced, "I still think it's gonna blow up in our faces but if that's what you want to do then… then that's what we'll do"

"Thank you" Stiles said, patting his best friends' shoulder, "And I will tell her just… not yet, she's not ready"

"Okay" Scott nodded in acceptance as he picked up his bike off the ground, throwing his leg over the seat, "I'm gonna be late for work so…"

"Yeah, see ya" Stiles nodded as Scott cycled away, legs pumping faster than Stiles had ever seen as he skidded around the corner, out of sight.

Don't get him wrong, Stiles didn't enjoy lying, or not telling the whole truth, whatever, but recently he had become an expert in that department – lying to the school, his peers, his dad, the whole of the law enforcement – It had just become routine.

But this was different – he had never lied to Kayla before and this time it was really taking its toll on him – he could just imagine how broken and angry she would be if she found out, how she would try to get her head around it all and just _thinking_ about that outcome made Stiles practically feel her trust in him breaking apart, the cracks never being able to be glued back together again.

Maybe he was being dramatic but earlier, when Kayla was having that panic attack, feeling how she literally put her life in his hands, knowing how much she trusted him to be straight with her, made his heart clench in the worst way possible.

God, he really was a terrible boyfriend right now.

He let out a tired sigh, turning around to climb in his jeep and go home, maybe read a book or two on how to regain someone's trust after screwing things up royally, just about to open the door when someone tapped his shoulder making him jump about a foot in the air.

"Erica" Stiles exclaimed in shock, breathing heavily as he turned around "Wh-What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" She retaliated with a smirk, "This is a school parking lot Stiles… I'm a student… you do the maths"

He just narrowed his eyes at her, "Okay Erica, nice talking with you but I really should be-"

"Not so fast" Erica interrupted, grabbing his shoulder and slamming him back into his jeep door, "I heard someone's been a bad boy" She smirked as she tilted her head to the side, "Lying to your girlfriend… that's not exactly the signs of a healthy relationship"

"What? How-how do you know?" Stiles gaped in shock as Erica just laughed lightly.

"You and Scott can talk pretty loudly and let's just say I got the full scoop" Erica shrugged, a menacing smirk plastered on her face, "She will not be happy with you… not one little bit"

"You don't know what you're talking about" Stiles snapped back, "I'm doing it because I care… something that you know nothing about"

"Tsk tsk" She waggled her finger in front of his face, "liar liar, pants on fire" Erica sung as she placed her hands on either side of his head, leaning forward slightly, "but it's okay… Stiles Stilinski has a dark side… kinda hot if you ask me"

"Well I didn't" Stiles replied back, unable to move as Erica had him pinned against his jeep.

"Well now you know" She smirked back, "And maybe things will all work out in the end – you two could never last, you could have someone _way_ better and then maybe Isaac could have his chance at her… he's been lusting over her since _god knows when_ – or how about this? When you break her heart with all your lying I'll make sure Isaac is the first person she sees, a shoulder to cry on, a nice warm bed to climb into… sounds like a number one plan to me" Erica smiled and Stiles just bit down on his tongue, trying to hold back his fury at the mention of Isaac – _again_ - "Maybe it's time to put it into action" She muttered and then suddenly Stiles felt Erica's lips on his own before he could even contemplate what was going on.

**A/N) UH-OH… what is Stiles hiding? Ahhh, you'll just have to wait to see – sorry it's kinda short, I started a new job and am super tired all the time so I thought I better put something up – well I hope you liked it and please please leave your thoughts below, they mean the world and cookies for all who review – haha, see you next chapter! X **


	74. Chapter 74 - Guilty conscience

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If Stiles had thought Erica was going to do _that_ of all things then he would've prepared himself – but he didn't, and it came as a complete and utter shock. Her lips were soft, if not a little sticky from the pink lip gloss she was wearing as she pressed herself against him, hands coming to rest on the sides of his neck.

Before he would've relished in this, in the fact that someone was actually kissing him but now it just felt weird and un-natural.

To put it simply – she wasn't Kayla.

Kayla was his first everything really – his first kiss, first time, first _real_ love and Erica kissing him felt wrong and out of place, like they weren't compatible.

With Kayla it felt insanely right, like how their lips would work together perfectly and fit well with his, this just felt… strange… for lack of a better word. Yet, despite knowing this, realising that what he was doing was wrong, Stiles didn't pull away straight away – why? He had no idea, maybe it was the thrill running through his veins, or maybe it was because he felt appreciated, desirable, something that at times had been seriously lacking during these last few months.

Lydia hadn't even given him so much as a look the whole eight years he was pining after her, he had watched as everyone else seemed to have someone and he didn't, and had watched his own girlfriend kiss Isaac when she was completely out of it – guess all of that combined had knocked his self-confidence and just knowing that Erica had harboured feelings for him this entire time gave him some self-esteem.

His hands tangled in her hair just as his head cleared and he realised that what he was doing was wrong, actually scrap that, it was terrible because two wrongs don't make a right.

He pushed Erica back by her shoulders, taking in a big gulp of air as he internally kicked himself, the guilt making his heart pound in his chest.

Crap… what had he done?

He heard Erica chuckle as his wide eyes met her sly ones, a smirk dancing across her lips.

"Well… If I had known how good you were I would've done that sooner" She said in a seductive voice and Stiles just shook his head, panic flaring up in his chest, heart racing a hundred miles an hour as he heard a deliberate cough to the side of him, recognising it immediately.

"Um…" Scott muttered awkwardly, "I left my work keys in your jeep" He told them, dropping his bike to the ground, his eyes darkening as he looked at Erica, "Don't you have to be somewhere" He told her purposefully as Stiles leant back against his jeep, hands shaking as he fully realised the true extent to what he had done.

"No" Erica smiled, not backing down from Scott's intimidating stare.

"Well I say you do" Scott told her in a hard voice as he walked forward, "I'm sure Derek is looking for you"

Erica's playful gleam in her eyes turned more stoic as she glared at Scott, her eyes flashing dangerously, mouth screwing up.

"Actually, I do" She told them both, her head swivelling around to stare at Stiles, "Derek's always curious to know what I've been up to… today I've actually got something interesting to tell him" And Stiles' stomach dropped to his feet, his hands getting clammy.

"E-Erica you can't" He claimed, taking a step forward to wrap a hand around her arm, "It was a mistake, a really _terrible_ mistake… you can't tell Derek"

"Why not?" Erica demanded, eyes sadistic, "Afraid he'll tell Kayla?" And at that Stiles' heart skipped a beat, his forehead crinkling in worry and fear, his guilt consuming him because, holy god, what if Kayla found out? It would crush her.

"You could ruin everything" He told her desperately, sharing a fearful glance with Scott, "Erica – please" He implored, hoping to target at least some of the humanity in her and not the power hungry stroppy teenager she had become, "I love her"

"Then you shouldn't have kissed me back" She shrugged simply, beginning to walk away, "I'll be sure and let Isaac know, and just in time for Valentine's Day too – what a treat"

Stiles hadn't felt this level of desperation in months, years even, because he really, really, _really_ didn't want to lose Kayla – not now, not ever, and knowing that Isaac wanted to get with _his_ girl, that if Kayla found about this then that could well happen, made his blood boil and his skin to break out in a cold sweat.

"And Derek?" Scott called out as Stiles stood there in shock, breathing heavily, "He warned you didn't he? Because if I know Derek then he would get angry at you far quicker than he would Stiles" And that stopped Erica in her tracks, giving Stiles a glimmer of hope that they could get through to her, "He's your Alpha… what do you think he would do to you if he found out?" And Stiles watched carefully as Erica just screwed her face up at Scott, sending him a furious glare.

"Fine" She snapped, narrowing her eyes at both of them, "It can be our little secret" She began to walk away again only to look over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows at them, "…For now…" She amended and that put Stiles on edge.

The fact that she could hold this over his head made Stiles lurch because _oh dear god_… he had made a gigantic mistake, a mistake far bigger than any skyscraper he knew. He had a weak moment, that was no excuse, but he indulged in something that he shouldn't have and, holy crap… he kissed someone else… he literally used his own lips to kiss someone else that wasn't his girlfriend… this was bad, this was really really bad.

Scott must have had the same idea because he strode forward and whacked his arm, his eyes wide and demanding, "Stiles what the hell was that? Have you lost your mind?"

"Don't tell Kayla" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth, "Scottie, please… It was a mistake" He met Scott's eyes, "… She has so much to worry about already"

"Stiles, she'll find out" Scott said, "Just like she'll find out you're already lying to her about-"

"Keeping things from her, not lying" Stiles immediately corrected, biting down on his bottom lip in worry.

"Whatever" Scott sighed, "The point is Stiles… she'll find out, either way, and I know that if you don't tell her now it will just get worse"

Stiles nodded reluctantly, his head swimming with guilt, "I know" He accepted, "But I just need a few days, a few days and then I'll tell her – about everything, give her time to get control of herself because otherwise the outcome will not be very nice – if she beat Erica to a pulp just because she tried to touch me then what do you think she'll do if she knows we kissed?"

"Good point" Scott sighed, looking undecided, "But, Stiles you-"

"I know" Stiles cut him off, remorse written all over his face, "I know Scott… I made a humungous mistake, but I'll make it up to her"

"I know you will Stiles" Scott smiled lightly, "I just hope you know what you're doing because Erica has it in her head to destroy the two of you and… well…" He trailed off awkwardly, biting his tongue and Stiles deflated, a miserable look appearing on his face.

"And I'm making it easy for her?" Stiles finished Scott's sentence as his friend nodded reluctantly and Stiles just let out a loud whoosh of air, running a tired hand down his face, contemplating everything.

"What have I done Scott?" Stiles muttered, the guilt eating away at him as he met his friend's sympathetic look, "I've ruined everything"

"Ruined what?" A familiar voice piped up and Stiles stood up straighter, whirling around on the spot, his eyes widening as he saw Kayla standing there an open look on her face, eyebrows furrowing slightly, "Everything okay you two? You look to be conspiring some kick ass master plan"

And Stiles just gaped, his heart beat picking up, legs turning shaky as he took in Kayla, his girlfriend, the one he should've been kissing instead of some blonde werewolf that was turning more into Derek every day, his girlfriend that he knew would be hurt a hell of a lot if she knew.

"Um…" Stiles muttered, not able to take his eyes off her, already going through all the things he could do to make it up to her, "Kayla… I…"

"Stiles just messed up on a pop quiz… thinks it's gonna ruin his final grade" Scott made up and Stiles secretly thanked him, "That's all, nothing else, just simple school work worries" And then he secretly kicked his best friend because that didn't sound suspicious _at all._

Stiles watched as Kayla furrowed her eyebrows at Scott before meeting his gaze, her forehead rising as if asking him to clarify this and… oh god… she trusted him and he was going to lie to her? Oh dear god… this physically tore his heart in two.

"Y-Yeah…that's all" Stiles gulped, whole skin turning sweaty as Kayla just nodded in acceptance quickly, trusting him enough that all she needed was his word and this guilt was gonna kill him wasn't it?

"I wouldn't worry about it" Kayla shrugged, walking forward to join them, "You're like a hotter version of Einstein, you'll ace it" She sent him a playful wink as she leant up to press a kiss to his cheek, "Anyways… Tabby was gonna skype me after school and I'm already late so… catch up later?" She smiled making butterflies erupt in his stomach because if this mistake could cost him her then he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"…uh, Stiles?" He heard Kayla ask but he couldn't look away from her, afraid that this could be the last proper chance he got even though he knew he was being ridiculous – he would get Valentine's day out the way first, help Kayla curb her natural instincts so detached heads weren't being found down every street and then tell her, quite calmly, about Erica and then about the other thing – couldn't forget about that.

Her forehead was crinkling in this adorable way, a cute little uncertain smile on her lips as she looked at him and Stiles cursed himself because what the hell? What the holy hell? How could he almost ruin what he had with someone as amazing as _Kayla frigging Hale_ with someone as vindictive as _Erica Reyes_ – it made no sense what so ever.

"Stiles… everything okay?" She asked again and Stiles just nodded quickly, pushing the guilt to one side as he grabbed her, crushing her into his chest tightly, arms winding around her torso as he buried his face in her long hair, immediately calming him down.

"I love you…you know that right?" He mumbled, catching Scott's eye over her shoulder who just stared back, giving a small nod.

"Of course" She chuckled, "You tell me almost every day – kinda cringey and gooey but I'm learning to deal with it" She added humourlessly and Stiles just screwed his eyes shut, hugging her tighter, "Well I do, I love you"

"Three times in one day, almost a record" She joked before pulling back, sending him a slightly confused stare, "So… if everything's okay then I'm gonna go"

"Yeah…" Stiles agreed, physically shaking himself, "Uh… yeah, of course, say hi to the little squirt for me"

"Will do" Kayla chuckled, "See ya later boys" And they watched her leave, twirling her keys around her index finger as she walked before throwing the car door open and jumping in, not even looking where she was going as she reversed backwards, slamming the brakes on just before full on colliding with Mr Harris' car, bumping into the bonnet causing the teachers' car to blast it's alarm.

"Crap" Kayla cursed, winding down her window, "Urghhh… now I'm gonna have to go to the mechanics… Mr Harris-ass should learn to park his car properly" And despite everything Stiles found himself laughing because even when he felt like clawing his own face off in guilt, she could still make him laugh.

"He's parked properly Kaylz" Stiles called over to her, "You just suck at reversing"

"I do not" She claimed stubbornly just as they all heard Mr Harris' shrill voice demanding to know what was going on, "Ha, see ya later suckers… I'm not getting detention" And that was her idea of a goodbye as she whizzed off, skidding out of the parking lot at full speed and Scott and Stiles just shared a nervous glace before simultaneously going their each way, Scott riding away on his bike, not even bother to stay and get his keys, and Stiles jumping into his broken down jeep that was only temporarily fixed, the exhaust chugging away in its effort to keep him on the road.

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><p>"Lydia" Kayla sighed, shutting her locker, "Can't you take Allison dress shopping with you? You know I hate it – actually, no, I <em>loathe<em> it"

"Allison can't… she's busy with her parents tomorrow – please? I'll buy you one, no cost spared"

"No thanks" Kayla declined with a smirk, "Knowing you Lydia you would want to dress me up in something floaty and florally and girly and no thank you"

"Fine" Lydia said with an aggravated sigh, "I'll buy you some… _converses_" Lydia spat the word out like it was an awful killing disease.

"Add in a coffee and however many muffins I want and you got a deal" Because, c'mon, if Lydia was gonna drag her around god knows how many shops then she was going to milk it up as much as possible – compensation for the trauma and all that.

Lydia narrowed her eyes, giving her the once over before reluctantly nodding, "Okay, okay… we have a deal… the things I do for you"

"No, the things I do for you" Kayla retorted playfully, "You should be glad I'm not suing"

"Ha-ha" Lydia said dryly, rolling her eyes just as Kayla felt someone come up behind her and turned around to see Stiles there, a beautiful open expression on his face.

"Hi" Stiles greeted with a heart-warming smile, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek, "Here you go" He extended his hand towards her, a purple coloured envelope clasped in his hand, "Just the best for the best" he smiled even wider if that was possible, enjoyment gleaming in his eyes as Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, eyes flitting up between the card and his caramel brown stare.

"Uh… what's this?" She asked cluelessly, taking the card from his hand, "My birthday isn't for a few months yet"

"I know that… It's May the second, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't know that?" He asked rhetorically, letting out a chuckle, "C'mon Kaylz, it's okay, don't pretend you don't know" He smirked and Kayla just frowned even more, looking at Lydia in puzzlement but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I don't know though" She replied, shaking her head because, hand on heart, what the hell was going on?

"Seriously?" Stiles exclaimed in shock, his jaw slackening, "Kaylz… I know you're different to other girls but it's a famous day like… July the fourth or Halloween… how do you not know about it?"

"Know about what?" Kayla asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Okay, babe… what's the day today?" Stiles asked, placing his hands on her shoulders, talking nice and slowly making Kayla just roll her eyes.

"Wednesday… no wait, it's Thursday… no it's Wednesday – crap… I dunno, a weekday" Kayla replied, her forehead crinkling as Stiles just bit the inside of his cheek, stopping the laugh that was no doubt bubbling from his chest.

"Actually it's Friday but that's not important – what's the date?"

"The fourteenth" Kayla replied certainly, nodding her head, "I know that because I tick off the dates on my calendar every month"

"Then how do you not know the day?" And just as she was about to reply Stiles took a hand off her shoulder and placed two fingers over her lips, "Never mind, okay, what's the month?"

"When did I suddenly resort to a five year old? February, I'm not stupid" She shot back, raising her eyebrows at Stiles while Lydia just looked on, amused.

"Exactly" Stiles explained happily, spreading his arms out, "Finally we're getting somewhere – February the fourteenth" He smirked as Kayla just frowned, still not getting it, "Happy valentine's day" And Kayla just 'eh'd', her lip pulling up in confusion.

"Um… no it's not Stiles" Kayla replied stubbornly, "Valentine's day is June the fourteenth… four months away, you're a bit early"

"No it's not" Stiles argued back in amusement, "its February – today – I mean… do you not pay attention to your surroundings?" He chuckled, taking a hold of her shoulders again and spinning her around on the spot so she was facing the corridor, his head resting on her shoulder as he pointed towards some heart-shaped banners being strung from the ceiling, "Hearts everywhere… what else could it possibly mean apart from valentine's day?"

"Oh…" Kayla hummed in realisation, "I thought it was to raise awareness for heart disease"

"I thought I taught you better than that" Lydia sighed as Kayla stared at her helplessly because Valentine's Day? Crap – she didn't know or even realise… what were people supposed to do for it anyway? A card? Present? How extraordinary? What was classed as too much? Kayla had no idea – best stick with sex, plain and simple but something that Kayla knew Stiles enjoyed – _a lot_.

"Well, I'm glad that at least one of us is having a successful relationship because it'll be just me, a bottle of wine and 'The Notebook'" Lydia spoke up, beginning to walk past them, "And remember what I said Stilinski, that-"

"-Unexpected romance is the key" Kayla heard Stiles finish Lydia's sentence, "Got it"

"Good" And to say Kayla was confused would be a _severe_ understatement.

"Wait… Lydia Martin helped you plan this?" Kayla asked, pointing to Lydia's retreating figure, "Because if you took all her tips on board then I may be tempted to escape through the nearest window"

"Not all" Stiles smirked, "There's a few Stiles Stilinski originals in there" He sent her a wink, "I'll pick you up at seven… wear as much or as less as you want" He pressed a kiss to her forehead and not to her lips as usual which made Kayla frown because something was up with him, she just didn't know what.

"Are you over compensating for something?" She chuckled light heartedly and watched as Stiles' playful look was washed away, replacing it with a more serious one, "Because you're feeling… guilty over something?"

"Not at all" Stiles claimed though Kayla could hear a small shake in his voice, "Just, uh… the usual worries… nothing that you need to know-I mean, worry about… nothing at all" He gave her hand a small squeeze, "No worries, nothing, nada, zilch"

"Okay Stiles" She chuckled, "I'll see you later" And he pressed another kiss to her hand and Kayla tried to ignore her instincts telling her that something was up with him because he would tell her right? He had never kept things from her in the past and the trust she had in him was absolute so, yes, she chose to believe him.

She smiled at his retreating figure, shaking her head in amusement and she practically ripped the envelope open as gracefully as ever, the card now resting in her grasp as she took in the cute little white cartoon rabbit on the front with a purple background, the caption reading '_Some bunny loves you"_ and that made Kayla chuckle at its cheesiness even though it was such a _Stiles_ thing to do.

She opened the card, her quick reflexes grabbing a hold of something as it fell out, turning it over in her hand in confusion before her mind clicked onto what it was – a key, a house key to be more specific… Stiles had given her his house key.

Her heart swelled as she smiled at the small object, fingers dancing across the tag attached to it and in Stiles' familiar scrawl it read '_Because I want you to stay'_ and, wow… he really knew how to melt her heart like no one else could.

She stuck the key in her jeans pocket, the small gesture meaning a hell of a lot to her as she read the writing that Stiles had put on the inside of the card.

_Kaylz,_

_It's hard to know if you're gagging right now or smiling at the mush but I really hope it's the latter._

She was definitely smiling – no doubt about that.

_The truth is I'm not very good with words but I just wanted you to know how much I value you, and I do, I really do, I'm so completely in love with you, all of you, even your sassy and temperamental self that I've never felt more alive._

_The key? Well… that's for you (obviously) because to me home is wherever you are and when you're not there next to me it feels strange and wrong so at least this way you can be – there I mean, with me… wow I'm messing this up huh?_

That made Kayla chuckle because even in writing Stiles was still, well, Stiles.

_The point is Kayla… I love you, irresistibly and whole-heartedly, and I want to be with you, I want to watch the sun set with you, I want to watch night fall by your side, I want to attend awkward family dinners and angry family confrontations with you, I want to resort to being a third grader again and hold your hand, I want to give you playful piggy back rides, I want to watch corny movies with you, I want to learn things with you, I want to bake with you, dance with you, laugh with you, argue with you, I want you – no one else._

_I'm not perfect Kaylz, I'm going to make mistakes but just remember than it's you, its __always__ been you… ever since you walked through that classroom door…_

_Your beauty got my attention, your friendship got my interest and your personality stole my heart,_

_Love you loads,_

_Stiles xxx 3 ;)_

And… wow, was there air con on in here because why was her eyes watering? Damn… no one had ever done something so… sweet for her, no one, and wow… she kinda liked it?

_P.S) be ready for seven… just in case I forget to tell you!_

_P.S.S) Turn off your phone – I want you all to myself for one evening._

_P.S.S.S) No high heels – I know you probably won't but just in case Lydia tries to coax you into it._

_P.S.S.S.S) Uh… no I think that's it - =)_

Kayla chuckled to herself, placing the card back into the ripped envelope and pinning it up on the inside of her locker door… her only thought being 'awwwwww'!

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><p>Stiles had been nervous all day… and not just because it was Valentines' day, but because he was scared about Kayla finding out about the kiss between him and Erica from anyone but himself – he was going to tell her, he was, he hated keeping secrets but he wanted her to be more herself if that made sense – he didn't want to bombard her with a hundred things at once, especially things that would break her heart.<p>

He rung her doorbell, standing there in a pair of black dress pants and a blue plaid shirt, a light coloured tie in place as he gulped back the humid night air greedily, already feeling his palms getting sweaty.

He just wanted one perfect day and night, a perfect memory before he tore her world down around her – that was okay wasn't it?

Just a few seconds later the door opened and there stood Kayla, her chestnut coloured hair floating down around her shoulders, a dark blue off shouldered top in place accompanied by a short black skirt and a pair of flat shoes and… wow… um, what was he saying?

"Uh… whoa, um…uh… Kayla you look…" He took in another gulp of air, "You look _amazing_"

"Thank you" She smiled, stepping out onto the porch, "Well after your little cryptic message I didn't know what to put on… and I figured my PJ's may be a bit inappropriate so…" He took her hand that was still covered in thick white bandages, kissing the side of her head because at the thought of kissing her properly it sent guilt swirling in his stomach – he still tasted Erica's lip gloss on his lips and that made him shiver.

"You look beautiful" He whispered truthfully, staring down into her emerald coloured eyes, wondering how on earth someone as protective and caring as Kayla was destined to kill someone… and someone was putting it lightly – a whole bunch of 'someone's' if his research was right.

And yes… that was the big secret, the one he wasn't telling her – that Peter's little bombshell was actually true, that it wasn't just a lie created by him to control her, to warp her into being another younger version of Peter Hale.

And that wasn't all – did she need to do it for control? Yes, but she also needed to so she wouldn't die… shocker right? And if Stiles had to choose he would choose her over any person that needed to be done away with, as long as she was still there next to him, breathing.

He knew he should tell her, he knew that but at the same time he was only human and wanted to protect her in any human way he could – he didn't want her stressing over it, not yet at least.

"You look pretty dashing yourself" he muttered back and Stiles smiled, yearning to kiss her, to feel her soft lips on his but he refrained himself, the guilt flaring up again – no, this evening was about her, he was going to make her feel special, show her how much she was worth.

"Well…" Stiles opened with, turning around, "Hop on"

"What?" She chuckled, her laugh light and breezy.

"Hop on" He repeated, "My jeep is bust so I'll be your ride for tonight" And that just made her laugh even more but, none the less, she jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck as he tucked his hands around her bare thighs, holding her close to him.

"I still think this is incredibly cliché but I'll suck it up for one night"

"That's a relief because I have a strict schedule for tonight" He replied back in a daze as he felt her breath wash over his cheek. He would take her to the clearing in the woods, the one his mom used to take him to and call it their 'secret' place, it would be surrounded by fairy lights hanging off the overgrown branches and different coloured candles would light the ground – fingers crossed not starting any forest fires – he had cooked dinner, probably be crappy but he spent a whole afternoon trying to get it just right and for dessert there would be strawberries and melted chocolate, followed by some star gazing and a back massage and afterwards he liked just laying with her, sometimes resting his head on her chest to listen to her heart beat and feel it fluctuate with just the simplest of touches – to him that was the perfect evening, the closeness, the intimacy without _actually_ getting intimate.

Don't get him wrong, he loved being with her in that sense but since kissing Erica, well… he couldn't, his guilt was already bad enough and sleeping with his girlfriend before she knew about what he did would just feel wrong and too presumptuous.

"That I don't doubt for a second" Kayla whispered in his ear before resting her head on his shoulder and Stiles was glad she couldn't see his eyes at the moment – he tried to play it cool but the guilt was getting harder and harder to hide.

Not only hadn't he told Kayla about what she would become, about something that was embedded in her genes, about something she _deserved_ to know, but he also hadn't told her about Erica or, like icing on the cake, about the protectors – about how they were out of jail and, to put it frank, were out for some blood, whose blood you ask? The Hales, and guess what? His girlfriend was a Hale.

That was three things he was keeping from her – three – one was bad enough but _three_? He knew it would blow up in his face but just seeing her worry free and smiley for one night knocked his confidence in telling her because how could he destroy her happiness? He couldn't, as simple as that.

But yes… it **would** blow up in his face and a little ways down the road Stiles would've wished he could've just gone back to this night and told her the truth… it could've saved his relationship _and_ someone's life.

**A/N) Uh oh… rough patch coming up because Kayla does not like being lied to so *ouchie* ha – hope you all enjoyed it and please please review, they mean the world and I will update soon, see ya next time **** x :)**


	75. Chapter 75 - I trusted you

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me – a massive shout out to suntan140, VampirePrincess11, BriancyyD, Luna888, lose-your-mind, Guest, PassionForWritingAlex, Guest, Ayine, HanoonAli, CupCakes24 and MateriaGirl16 – you all rock, enjoy this chapter **** x :)**

"Stiles… what… this is… um, wow…" Stiles heard Kayla mutter in shock as she slid down his body, stumbling forward to stand in front of him as her eyes trailed over the surroundings – the small clearing was overgrown with long grasses and wild flowers, the hanging branches from the nearby tree's created some privacy and from the branches hung some glowing fairy lights; purple, pink and blue candles littered the ground around the clearing and right in the middle there was a soft, fluffy green blanket with a wooden basket just to the side of that filled with delicious goodies.

"And I mean… wow" She murmured, a small smile lighting up her face as she turned around to stare at him, "Valentines' Day must really mean a lot to you huh?"

"Before? Not really… but now that I have someone to share it with? One hundred percent" He answered truthfully because, deep down, he really was a romantic, "Figured I should pull out all the stops because you are quite a woman to surprise you know"

"Oh really?" Kayla smirked stepping forward so their chests were touching, "So you're saying I'm hard to satisfy?"

"Maybe a little" He smiled back, hand reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind her ear, "But that's what I love about you… you don't settle for anything less"

"Well-"Kayla chuckled, one hand slithering up his chest, "-if it's any consolation you satisfy me _very well" _She smirked at him and Stiles' heart pounded in his chest as he felt her hand come to rest on the side of his neck just like Erica had done yesterday and he felt panic flare up in the bottom of his stomach – why? Because the crazy part of his mind thought that Kayla would be able to sense or feel that Erica had touched him there, that she had left some sort of mark, but if she had Kayla never picked up on it – _thank god_.

He let out a nervous chuckle, awkwardly dodging sideways and pulling Kayla into a hug as she tried to lean up and kiss him and Stiles' heart went into overdrive – no, that couldn't happen, no, he still tasted a very faint tinge of raspberry from the lip gloss Erica was wearing and if he could then Kayla certainly would be able to… and that was something that couldn't happen, she couldn't find out like that, she would have to find out from him – he deserved her that at least.

"Ah… huggie, huggie, huggie" He muttered, slowly rocking her back and forth, keeping her pressed against his chest tightly, "I love hugs, don't you? Lots and lots of hugs… they're my favourite, I could just keep on hugging all day and night" He rambled, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead, "Just… keep on hugging!"

"Since when did you turn into a hippy?" He heard Kayla chuckle in confusion as he tightened his grip on her, willing away the guilt because although he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to feel her, to show her how much he actually loved her, he couldn't – he just couldn't bring himself to do it… it felt like he was taking advantage somehow? That's what lying felt like to him – that he was taking stuff without permission, like a thief, a really bad and terrible thief that deserved a life sentence.

"C'mon then" He told her enthusiastically, leaning back and grabbing her shoulders, quickly guiding her over to the blanket before he fell for her seductive gaze or luscious lips, "Dinner is served"

"You cooked dinner?" Kayla asked in shock as Stiles plonked himself down next to her, "Like…actual cooking? No microwavable meals or take-away?" And Stiles just shook his head as he opened the wooden basket, producing two plates covered by a silver top to keep it warm.

"None of the above" He replied with a bright smile, "Fully cooked, a Stilinski original recipe" He winked, opening up the dinner revealing a, hopefully, full cooked lasagne with some herbs on top.

"Not too fancy because I know how you loathe that kind of food… well, my grandparent's 'caviar' was bad enough"

"Oh yeah, the fish eggs" Kayla hummed in realisation before screwing her face up, "Ew… no, those were disgusting, eeeeeck" She physically shook her head as Stiles watched on in amusement, "No… no way, never again – just for future reference if you ever try and cook me 'caviar', or fish eggs, whatever the hell they are, just know we would be on a rocky road my friend" She said light-heartedly, accepting the cutlery Stiles gave her but, unbeknownst to her, Stiles' hand got even more clammier than normal when she mentioned them being on a 'rocky road' because, deep down in his heart, he knew they would be sooner or later.

"But, seriously, hand on heart… it looks amazing" Kayla smiled at him as she placed her plate on her lap, "You're talented with your hands y'know?"

"Am I?" Stiles smirked back flirtatiously, "These skinny little guys?" He dangled his hand in front of him and Kayla just nodded, already digging into her lasagne.

"Hmm Mmmm" She agreed, "In _all_ areas" And with that she took her first bite and he sat there, on the edge of his seat… okay, not seat because they were on the ground but you got the picture right? He raised his eyebrows, keen eyes watching her reaction as it changed from shock to pleasant surprise to pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as she let out a loud moan.

"Mmmm… mmmm… this is so _good_" She exclaimed through a mouthful of lasagne, her eyes opening wide as she met his stare, "And I'm not even lying, this is like… amazing" She swallowed, her fork digging back into the pile of food hungrily, "I'm having a food orgasm" She added, her fork disappearing back into her mouth faster than Stiles could keep up with and he just smiled, watching her with awe.

"So… I guess you like it then?" He chuckled, not even eating his own food just… watching Kayla, watching how she seemed totally engrossed in the food and her pleasure seemed real – no, scrap that, didn't 'seem' real, it was real, he could tell.

"Hmmm mmm oh god _yes_" She exclaimed-slash-groaned, letting out another moan and Stiles really thought she was going to have a food orgasm – however than worked, "Mmmmm you not gonna eat yours? Because, warning, if you don't I will"

And Stiles just laughed, shaking his head at her as he tasted a bit of the lasagne, mentally preparing himself just in case it did taste rank and Kayla was just trying to spare his feelings but he was mildly shocked that, wow, it did actually taste good – no, not just good, _amazing_.

"Oh god… I can cook" He mumbled through the food, "I can actually cook"

"Hmmmm" Kayla agreed with a small smile, "Just don't keep on getting any better because I may just swap you for your cooking" She warned playfully as Stiles oh so gracefully stuffed another heap of food into his mouth.

"Why? The food giving you better orgasms than me?" He joked, sending her a wink.

"Hm, I dunno" She hummed, sending him a playful look, "Nah, probably not… you still have that title"

"And that's one I will cherish forever" He teased back and the rest of the conversation over the dinner was very limited – a few noises of appreciation and a couple of mumbled words of interest but that was about it, the food was just too damn good.

After three more helpings they were both, finally, full up to the gunnel, something Stiles thought would never be possible the rate they were both going.

"Well Stilinski" Kayla opened with, an amused gleam glistening in her eyes, "You can go right on and add 'cooking' to your endless list of talents" She smirked from beside him, her hand reaching out to touch his, their fingers intertwining and along with the buzzing feeling that he always got when she touched him, Stiles swallowed back the guilt that was erupting in his throat, determined to just get through this evening.

"You're being extremely complimentary today…" He hummed, playfully narrowing his eyes, "What do you want?"

"Me? Nothing" She shook her head as she laughed making Stiles' heart skip a beat at that airy laugh, the one that was so carefree and flirty, "And I can be nice… most of the time"

"Hmmm" Stiles just hummed as he chuckled lightly, "Okay Kaylz… if you say so"

"You don't think I can be nice?" She smirked, tightening her grip on his hand.

"Yes, you can be nice" He agreed, "To people you care about… otherwise you're very outspoken and, uh… how can I put this? Snappy, sarcastic and borderline psychotic"

"You paint a lovely picture of me" Kayla laughed, "What are we? Boyfriend and girlfriend or sworn enemies?"

"Hopefully the first one and I mean it all in the fondest way possible" He told her with a laugh, "You're the one that told me you said you hoped Erica would get hit by a truck then a bus and last but not least a double decker one… you're just digging yourself into a hole babes'"

"And I still stick to that comment" She agreed, giving her head a firm nod, "Only now I wish she would get hit by them repeatedly… maybe even add a lorry in there too, just to be fair"

Stiles found himself laughing, face lighting up because he really did have a great time with Kayla – and those slightly psychotic threats and side comments that she dished out more often than not were actually kinda cute believe it or not.

"What? It's true… we don't want the lorry to feel left out in a brutal murder now do we?"

"We certainly do not" He chuckled, meeting her gaze and everything just seemed to stop as he stared at her, lost in her eyes as Kayla gave him a small smile back, leaning forward to presumably give him a kiss but just before she could Stiles ducked sideways causing Kayla to clumsily fall forward into his shoulder as he enthusiastically raked through the picnic basket.

"I hope I'm as good at melting chocolate as I am at cooking because I know this is one of your favourites" He rushed out in a jumble of words, trying to ignore what had happened, "Strawberries and chocolate, so incredibly cliché I know but they taste good and that's the main thing" He sat back up properly holding two boxes in his hands as Kayla just gave him a dubious glance, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

And that, in turn, made Stiles' heart race in his chest because he honestly thought it was game over – Kayla was good at judging people, at figuring out their tells but just as he was about to fumble out a useless excuse she gave her head a small, almost un-noticeable shake, sending him a heart stopping smile.

"I can deal with clichés for one night" And Stiles blew out breath of relief, his fingers slightly shaky because she knew something was up, that much was obvious, he wasn't very good at covering things up but she shook it off, probably thinking her judgement was way off because she trusted him, she _trusted_ him, and that felt like a sledge hammer to the heart.

He just smiled, picking up the strawberry by the green stem and dipping it in some warm melted milk chocolate, swirling it around so it was fully covered in the delicious substance and, keeping Kayla's even stare, he raised it to her mouth as she slowly leaned forward, opening her mouth, lips closing over the strawberry as she pulled it off the stem, her tongue darting out to wetten her lips and… wow… how could something so simple be _so_ sexy?

"You sure know how to treat a girl Stiles" She commented lightly, "Just as long as you don't start taking me to fancy, classy restaurants and do the whole door-opening and seat-pulling thing because that is just plain cringe-worthy"

"Some people might call it being 'gentlemanly'" He chuckled, picking up another strawberry and dipping it in the chocolate.

"Well I call it 'degrading'" She shot back playfully, opening her mouth for Stiles to put the strawberry in and he watched, fascinated, as she chewed, vibrant green eyes light, and then swallowed loudly – like, _really_ loudly, whatever wildlife was out here would definitely be awake now.

"I hate it when guys do that… it's like women can't even do a simple task without the help of a man well that is just _ridiculous_ – we can you know, we can do stuff… and that's one of the reasons I love you" And Stiles was hanging onto every word carefully because, although he knew Kayla loved him, she didn't express it in the same way he did – when he told her he loved her a third of the time she would make a playful comment, another third she would just simply say 'I know' and then the other third she would reply with a 'I love you too'.

But he accepted that, knowing it would take more time for her to be comfortable doing 'coupley' things like showing 'cliché' signs of affection, and he understood – he _had_ met Aiden after all and had a pretty good understanding of what their twisted idea of a relationship was – drinking, drugs, sex, violence, fights, verbal abuse, parties, more drinking, more sex and probably even more violence and just thinking about that made a pit of fire erupt in his stomach – he hated the idea of that happening, he hated the mere thought of it, actually, he hated Aiden more than he had really hated anything before, even Jackson.

"I love you because you just… get it, you know?" She asked, tilting her head to the side in this adorable way, "You're not one of those guys that just loves to dominate everything… you don't smother me either, you just… get it" She smiled and Stiles just smiled back, awkwardly at first but soon proudly, "I don't say it enough do I?"

"Say what?" Stiles asked cluelessly as she sent him a serious look.

"Say 'I love you'" She answered back, looking slightly guilty, "I mean… I think about it all the time but the words just don't come… I dunno why but I do, love you that is… I really, really do… more than I thought I ever possibly could, especially after Aiden…" She trailed off, looking up at him through her eyelashes, "The point is I need to say it more, show you even… not just assume that you know and for that I'm… I'm sorry" She apologised and Stiles just shook his head, immediately reaching out to clasp her hands.

"Don't be" He told her gently, "I know you do… I know you well enough that if you didn't you wouldn't be here putting up with me" He let out a small chuckle, "And like you said earlier, I do get it… I don't expect you to just get over the terribly bad picture of what relationships should be like from Aiden… that would just be stupid"

"But you're not Aiden and I _know_ that" She exclaimed, starting to sound frustrated, "You're way better than him… I really am sorry"

"I know" He muttered, "But you don't have to be"

"You're way too nice sometimes Stiles" She smiled lightly, "But just so you know I love you… almost as much as chocolate" She joked in a teasing voice making Stiles chuckle.

"That's a very high compliment then" He told her honestly, giving her hand a squeeze and just as she was about to lean in again, Stiles dropped his head, pretending to fiddle with the picnic boxes and third time not so lucky because Kayla clicked on that something obviously wasn't right.

"Okay… cut the crap Stiles, what's up?" She asked as he met her gaze, "You've been acting off since yesterday and now you won't kiss me, something that you always used to be up to, hell, kissing is like your thing, you want to do it all the damn time" She commented, "So, c'mon, tell me… what's wrong?"

"Nothings' wrong" He lied, trying to sound reassuring, "Everything's fine, everything is tip top"

"Everything is not 'tip top'" She disagreed, staring at him carefully, "What's going on through your head Stiles?" She implored and Stiles honestly thought that maybe now it would be a good time to tell her… to tell her the truth before someone else did.

"I, uh…" He started off saying, fumbling over his words, "I just… um-" He stared at her as she cocked her head to the side, encouraging him to go on, "I did… I…" No he couldn't do it, as much as he wanted to he just couldn't, it was like the words got jammed in his throat.

"Nothing – I promise" He vowed, "I've just been worrying about school – I mean… all this werewolf and giant lizard drama is bound to mess with my grades" He lied, trying to sound as smooth as possible, "I shouldn't take it out on you"

"Are you sure that's all it is?" She questioned in a dubious tone and Stiles just gulped but nodded all the same, sticking to the lie he was telling.

"Absolutely" And he watched as Kayla just raised her eyebrows, giving him the once over before nodding and giving him a smile.

"Okay" She gave in, "But like I said yesterday – you're a hotter version of Einstein, you will get your grades back up because you're super smart, just like Lydia"

"Thanks" He smiled, giving her a nod as she tilted her head forward, stopping just before her lips could touch his, raising her eyebrows at him as if to double check that it was okay for her to do that, to kiss him, and Stiles just took the lead, dipping his head forward and catching her lips on his, forgetting his guilt almost immediately as soon as her soft lips touched his.

One hand slithered into her hair and the other caressed her upper thigh, moving his lips more quickly over hers as the kiss become more heated and intense, the past two days of having hardly any contact at all catching up to him as he gently pushed her down to the ground so she was sprawled out over the green blanket and he was on top of her, hand squeezing her thigh, lips attacking her hers like there was no tomorrow.

"Stiles, wait" She mumbled, hands pushing on his chest, detaching his lips from hers, "This is a complete 180 to a minute ago when you would hardly even touch me… you sure everything's' okay?"

"Perfect" He muttered, staring down at her lips hungrily because doing this, being with her, didn't add to his guilt like he thought it would, it actually helped – a lot – because she was so comforting and open with him.

"I want you" He whispered, one hand holding himself up while the other trailed down her thigh and then back up again making her shiver, "I need you" He added quietly and honestly, resting his forehead on hers as he heard her let out a loud gulp, keeping her eyes focused on his.

"Okay" She murmured back, nodding slightly and Stiles took that as a golden opportunity, swooping down to press his lips to hers, using one hand to hold her two above her head, pressing her into the blanket as he trailed some soft and urgent kisses down her cheek and across her jawline, feeling how her skin flushed just by his touch.

He used his free hand to grip at her thigh tighter, pushing it to the side so he could settle himself between her legs as he nipped and sucked at her neck, his guilt ridden thoughts of Erica now completely washed away because right now there was only Kayla in his mind, no one else could compare.

He heard her groan, tilting her head back to give him better access – something that he took great advantage of. He felt her raise her legs up on either side of his hips, pulling him closer as he grinded against her feeling the familiar tightening in his dress pants increase and he was sure Kayla could feel it to by the way she moaned and moved her hips underneath him.

"Stiles" She gasped as he pulled back, breathing heavily as he stared at her right in the eyes, her stare burning, "I love you okay? And I'm gonna make sure I show you" He gave her a small smile, lips aching and tingling for her touch as he pressed against her, tongue darting forward to sweep across her bottom lip, "Starting from now" She whispered against his lips and suddenly they were flipped over – Kayla used the leverage of the grip she had around his hips to push him around so she was now straddling his waist and he was laying flat out on the ground on his back.

Quicker and smoother than Stiles thought possible she had pulled her top over her head, throwing it to the side and leaving her in a dark green lacy bra that complimented her eyes very well, as well as her figure, showing off her perfect cleavage that did absolutely nothing for Stiles' self-control.

He let out a loud groan, pulling her back down to his chest to kiss her urgently, his need only continuing to grow.

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><p>"Girls, these sessions will just continue until you sort out your differences" Ms Morrell commented as she sat in-between Kayla and Erica, probably as some sort of shield in case they threw themselves and not in the sexy way either, no, in the 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-way'.<p>

"Then we'll all be dead by then" Kayla commented dryly, crossing her arms stubbornly as she bounced her leg up and down in boredom, trying to keep her temper in check before things got nasty – like shark teeth and glowing eyes kind of nasty.

Since Stiles' valentines' date night on Friday which resulted in them eating more food than all of America put together, 'rendezvousing' four times in a row without so much as a break – great exercise routine though – hey, 'sexercise' what a perfect name, was she right? Yeah definitely right – A groan-worthy back massage and then they just lay there… Stiles continuing his task that he set himself at the Grand Canyon to teach her star gazing but not long into it Kayla had found herself falling asleep, nuzzled into his chest which was weird – she wasn't even tired at the time – but she had still blacked out almost immediately but passed it off as nothing because when she awoke the next morning she felt fine – better than fine, _amazing_ was a better word.

And now it was Monday and, conveniently enough, another therapy session between her and Erica – _how fun_, she thought dryly.

"Someone will be" Erica glared at her and Kayla just glared back, narrowing her eyes.

"Enough" Ms Morrell commanded in a deeper voice than usual, "We are going to get to the bottom of this and that's final"

"I doubt it" Kayla said, "And, truth is, I don't want to 'get to the bottom of this', I just want Erica to get her head outta her ass, that's all"

"That's rich coming from you" Erica spat back, curling her lip in distain.

"Girls" Ms Morrell said sternly, "You're both being stubborn and all over a boy… have you ever thought that if you take Mr Stilinski out of the question then you two could be friends?"

"NO" They both replied quickly at the same time, "No way in hell" Kayla added, shaking her head, "She's the one that told the whole school that I had an abortion… and that's not something I'm just going to forget"

"You seem to have though" Erica snarled, "Forgotten that is… you don't seem to care"

"Shut up Erica" Kayla shot back heatedly, "Like you would understand you narrow minded cow_"_

"Stop it right _now_" Ms Morrell told them off, "Okay… now we're getting somewhere… Erica, I know it's hard to move on but, in my opinion, you should – accept that Kayla is with Stiles and Kayla… you really need to control your anger" And at that Kayla rolled her eyes because, little did she know, what could happen if she didn't learn to, "Your responses are encouraging Erica"

"Maybe" Erica smirked, "And I've moved on from that musky scented and pepper minted breathed boy onto men… every guy in this school, in this town even – the world is my oyster" Erica nodded her head as she sent Kayla a smirk, "At least now I know that he likes tongue" And Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, her heart sinking to her stomach because she knew that look, the look Erica was giving her – it was filled with proudness and had a slightly sadistic nature to it.

No way… no frigging way.

Stiles wouldn't do that – he was the nice guy, the good guy, the guy that wasn't supposed to break her heart, the guy that wasn't supposed to fall for Erica's stupid advances.

"Erica…don't" Ms Morrell warned in a low voice but Kayla hardly heard her as her eyes started watering, the final bit of Erica's sentence confirming her worst fears – when she mentioned how Stiles smelt and what kind of toothpaste he used she thought 'maybe', but she pushed that doubt to one side because this was Stiles they were talking about – he wouldn't do such a thing.

But Erica had basically confirmed it.

She just bit the inside of her cheek, grabbing her bag from the floor and storming from the room before Erica could make any more digs at her which used up all of her self-control, she had none left, good news for Erica, bad news for Stiles.

She took long strides down the hallway from Ms Morrell's office, hearing the bell ring overhead for next period as she pushed past a group of students, spotting Scott and Stiles at their lockers, an intense conversation passing between them.

She took big strides up to them, long legs eating up the floor as she grabbed a fistful of Stiles' sleeve, spinning him around angrily and slamming him back against the lockers.

"Is it true?" She demanded in a low voice, tears blurring her vision as she took in his shocked look and Scott taking a step forward, like he was going to intervene, "I said _is it true_?"

"Kayla what-what are you doing?" Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "Is everything okay?"

"Don't play dumb Stiles" Kayla commented in a hurt voice, dropping the grip she had on his sleeve, "Did something happen between you and Erica?" And she watched as Stiles' eyes went bug eyed, his jaw dropping as he shared a glance with Scott, eyes wide and terrified.

"Kaylz, look, I can explain-"He tried to reach out for her but she took a step backwards, betrayal written all over her face.

"No" She said sternly, shaking him off, "Just tell me the god damn truth… did something happen?"

Stiles just sent her a guilty look, sadness evident on his facial features, "…Something did happen" he admitted in a small voice and Kayla's face just fell, stumbling back a step.

"You… you slept with her?" Kayla whispered in shock, hurting tearing through her stomach and chest, "You and… and Erica…"

"No" Stiles shook his head fervently as Scott took a step back, staring between the two like he didn't know what to do, "Kaylz I would never… we… we just kissed"

"_Just_?" Kayla screeched, "Stiles… you…."

"I know, and I'm sorry" He apologised, taking a step forward, "I'm really sorry… it shouldn't have happened, I didn't want it to happen… I'm really sorry, please Kaylz, I love you… don't let Erica do this to us"

"Stiles… it's not that she kissed you" Kayla mumbled, watching as his forehead crinkled, "I knew she would try… it's that you didn't tell me" She shook her head, blinking rapidly to clear her eyesight, "Why couldn't you have just told me in the first god damn place? I trusted you" She added quietly, taking another step backwards.

"Kaylz, please…" Stiles pleaded, "You still can… it was just a mistake…"

"Maybe it was" She agreed, "But you could've told me – I thought we were being truthful with each other" She muttered, shaking her head, "You were the _one_ person I trusted, the one person out of everyone that I trusted more than anything, I took your word on things… what else are you keeping from me?"

She watched as Stiles' eyes got misty as he gulped loudly before muttering a "Nothing", giving her an honest look.

"Funnily enough… I don't believe you" She told him in a hurt voice, yanking her arm away from him, "Just leave me alone Stiles… go back to Erica, you two are a match made in heaven" She added spitefully, bitterness and hurt welling up in her chest as she turned around on the spot quickly, prepared to just storm away, anger taking over the hurt, fully prepared to rip that bitch's throat out now, not caring of the consequences because she was not going to get away with this, not again, she had done enough and coming onto her boyfriend just took the trophy.

However, just as she did, she got a sudden sickness in her stomach and fatigueless, similar to what happened on Friday night only much worse, like it was amped up several levels, causing her to stumble, her muscles not working properly as her vision faded out of focus and she blacked out completely, Stiles' quick reflexes managing to grab her just before she hit the floor.

**A/N) Hey guys… sorry it's a tad short, work is kicking my ass – ha, well, hope you all enjoyed and please please review – they mean the world – and what's happening to Kayla? Hmmmm… well, remember what Stiles revealed that if she doesn't take someone's life then hers would be taken from her? And Peter's threat about only having a week to complete the task? Shit is going down – so please leave your thoughts and I will see you next chapter **** x**


	76. Chapter 76 - Tabby

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Stiles reached out instantly, almost as if it was a reflex, immediately grabbing Kayla under the arms before she hit the hard floor, keeping her up right. He thought they'd have more time, more time to figure out all this crap, all they needed was more time – why couldn't they have that? Judging by the way Kayla was blacking out he knew things were speeding up now – he saw her over the weekend and she seemed a lot more tired than normal, a bit more out of it and he thought 'maybe' but now… now she was beginning to black out and he knew they only had a few days at best.

A few days before she died.

His heart raced in his chest frantically as Scott stepped forward, his large brown eyes wide with panic as he instantaneously reached out, helping Stiles carefully move Kayla towards the row of lockers, away from prying eyes.

"Stiles is it happening? Is she okay?" He asked in a hushed whisper as Stiles adjusted Kayla in his arms, pulling her up towards his chest as her limp legs sprawled out around her.

"No" Stiles replied, tears stinging his vision, "She's not okay Scott" He mumbled against Kayla's hair, his stomach plummeting as it hit him – _hard_ – that all this crap he researched, all the things Peter said, were true – he knew it in the base of his stomach but he had tried to convince himself that it was just lies, just old folklore but now that it was happening in front of his eyes? It made his whole body buzz with worry.

He finally felt her stirring in his arms after what felt like an eternity and his arms tightened around her, helping her stand on her own two feet as Scott hovered close by, arms outstretched like he wasn't sure whether to help or just leave it be but having Scott there as back up helped calm him down - slightly.

"Hey Kaylz, it's okay, you're fine" He immediately said even though it was a complete and utter lie, she was far from 'fine', "Can you stand?" He asked in worry, keeping a firm grip on her forearms, steadying her.

"Ummm…" He heard her mumble as she got back her bearings, running a shaky hand through her messy hair, "Yeah… I'm fine" She finally said in a bolder voice, standing up straight and meeting his worried gaze.

"Are you sure?" He asked in denial, tightening his grip on her, "You look pale" He observed, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he took in her chalk white appearance and sickly looking skin, "C'mon… I'll help you to the nurse's office" He said, trying to take her hand but she pulled it away from him, shaking her head.

"I said I'm _fine_"

"Kayla c'mon… don't be stubborn" He encouraged, reaching out for her again but she just took a shaky step back, eyes getting fiery again, "I said no" She snapped before shaking her head, picking up her bag from the floor and slinging it over her shoulder, "I don't need your help and I certainly don't want it" And that felt like a knife to the heart… even if he did deserve it.

"…Okay" He muttered in defeat, watching as she just threw him a hurt glare before angrily spinning around on the spot… and stumbling sideways into Scott who helped stabilise her.

"Are you _sure_ you're okay Kayla?" Scott asked, needing the reassurance as his hand landed on the small of her back, obviously not wanting to cross the boundaries.

"Yeah" Kayla replied in a softer voice, pulling away from Scott, "Never better" And with that she walked away from them, not even looking back as she turned the corner and disappeared from his sight and Stiles let out a frustrated noise, angrily kicking the lockers causing a few people to send him cautious stares.

"Go on, say it" Stiles said to Scott as his best friend just raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Say I told you so because you did and I deserve it"

"I'm not going to say it" Scott shook his head, "I want to but I don't like kicking people when they're down"

"Well… _go me_" Stiles said sarcastically, "Go Stiles for screwing up just about everything I touch"

"You don't Stiles" Scott shook his head, "Kayla will forgive you and I know that"

"But what about the other thing?" Stiles replied dubiously, "She won't be able to forgive me if she's dead"

"Stiles don't say that" Scott said in a hard voice, "Are you really going to buy into thousands of year's folklore? Times have changed… and anyway, Kayla isn't full encantado – maybe it doesn't apply to her"

"It does" Stiles nodded, his stomach churning with worry, "Hell, you saw it Scott, she's already starting to get weaker and I, being the best boyfriend in the world, haven't told her" He let out an aggravated sigh, "I'm lying to her and I kissed someone else… this is just _perfect_" He added sarcastically, shaking his head as he bit his lip, trying to push the guilt away.

"The same thing happened to me" Scott shrugged, "I lied to Allison about the whole 'werewolf' thing and I kissed Lydia and Allison and I are still together… just give her a few hours okay?"

"A few hours?" Stiles laughed ironically, "Did you not hear what Kayla said or is your werewolf hearing on the blink? She trusted me and I betrayed her, she's not gonna forget about that overnight" He snapped, feeling even more guilt as he took in his best friends' hurt look and sighed, "Sorry Scott… I shouldn't take it out on you"

"It's okay" Scott replied, giving Stiles the once over, "But, a bit of advice… tell her before she finds out because kissing Erica is going to seem minor when she finds out – and yes 'when' Stiles, not 'if'"

"I will" Stiles nodded, "If she ever talks to me again that is – any tips?" He asked lightly, "I mean… what are we going to do – my maybe-still girlfriend has got a week – tops – before… y'know…" He trailed off, not wanting to say it again, thinking it was bad enough.

"I'm gonna ask again… are you sure?"

"Yes" Stiles said confidently, "That witch-doctor-guy from the Brazilian borders said so… don't know how he got cell reception that deep into the woods but he's more expertness – is that a word? - than us… he said once the blackouts start coming well, uh… you know the rest…"

Not long after Kayla started trying to rip his and their friends' clothes off he had managed to get in contact with a witch doctor who 'specialises' in the supernatural – he was an expert at all the things herbal and, in fact, it was his great great great great great whatever grandparents that first dealt with the first half human-half encantado baby… just like in Jane and Jody's story all those weeks ago. Anyway, he had told Stiles _specifically_ that killing someone was a sort of initiation – it had to be done to sustain the pressure of the genes… At first Stiles thought 'had to' was a bit of an exaggeration but now? Well… now he knew it wasn't, in fact, he thought 'Affonso' was going easy on him, sugar coating the truth just by a _tad_.

"She'll be fine Stiles… I mean, she's a Hale, she's related to Derek… we'll figure something out"

Stiles sent Scott a small smile as his eyes travelled down the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kayla, hoping that she actually changed her mind but no such luck – there was no sign of her and Stiles just sighed guiltily, running a tired hand down his face as he walked away, thinking through all the things he could do to make this better.

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><p>"Are you almost done yet?" Kayla shouted over the sound of the engine being revved, "I literally only needed a new bumper and a touch up paint job so don't go pulling all that fancy car knowledge crap into making me believe I need a new engine or something" She grumbled as the guy came out from behind her car, giving her a sly smile.<p>

"I checked – seems to me you need a new line running from your engine… there's a leak"

"Really?" Kayla said sarcastically, crossing her arms, "Because this is a new car with a 1.8 engine and all the lines are running perfectly fine"

"I disagree" The mechanic said, "It seems you've been putting diesel in the car instead of gas… a bad combination sweetheart"

"Don't call me that" Kayla said, walking forward towards him, "And I'm not a dumb female teenager – I can clearly see the tanks labelled 'gas' and 'diesel' because, newsflash, I have eyes so if you're done with the bumper and paint job I'll be leaving" Kayla dug her purse out of her bag, searching through it for the right credit card – the ones that she hadn't maxed out – "Here… take this and charge me for just that, no extra"

The mechanic took the card and gave her the once over, "New cars always seem to have a problem with the spark plugs… they might need changed"

"Either take my money for the paint job and bumper or leave it – your choice" She bargained, cocking an eyebrow not backing down and the mechanic just blew out a breath but nodded, taking her card from her grasp, "Fine sweetheart… that'll be $1200"

"Ha… yeah right" Kayla scoffed, "I could get one on eBay for a fifth of that price… and I also know it shouldn't cost more than $800 – paint job included… seriously dude, you're messing with the wrong chick here"

"Okay" The mechanic said exasperated, "$800 it is" He then strode away to his office and Kayla just rolled her eyes because this was the god knows how many times someone had tried to 'do her over' because she was female and apparently was seen as dumb to the male race – she knew her way around a car from _bleeding_ sake.

"Yo… anyone here?" She heard a familiar voice call out, "Someone busted some random part of my jeep and it's, uh, failing… I need it fixing" She turned around on the spot, eyes widening as she saw Stiles walk in cautiously, "And I would really appreciate it if you could, um…" He trailed off as he met her gaze, "Oh… Kayla"

"Stiles" She replied curtly, "it's okay, I'm done here" She said before walking forward and knocking on the mechanics office door, "You done yet? It doesn't take that long to process a credit card" And he walked out soon after, handing it back to her, "Finally – and here I thought you were trying to steal my money – _again_"

"Not without your permission sweetheart" He smirked and Kayla just rolled her eyes, yanking the card away from him because, urghhh, guys were _so_ annoying.

"Don't try that" She warned, "I'm sixteen and unless you want a restraining order I suggest you keep your hands to yourself '_sweetheart'"_ She imitated, "Okay – goodbye" And then she started walking to her car, the keys already in there waiting for her but Stiles raced to her side just as she had gotten into the car, buckling up her seatbelt.

"Kayla, c'mon, open up – I just want to talk" He called through the window, "Please Kaylz?" And she just sighed, keeping her gaze to the front as she rolled the window down, avoiding his gaze, "What do you want Stiles?"

"To talk" He answered, leaning down to look through the window, "You know, in private"

"Why?" Kayla asked, putting the car in reverse, "So you can lie again? Yeah, no thanks"

"Kaylz please" He begged, holding onto her car before she could reverse, "You know I don't like Erica, it's always been-"

"Don't say her name" Kayla warned in a deadly low voice, "In fact, don't even mention her to me again, actually – better yet – don't talk to me… that would save us both the trouble" She began reversing but Stiles just held on, jumping about randomly so she didn't end up running over his toes.

"Kayla, wait-wait-wait" And she slammed on the brakes because, although she was still hurt and slightly mad, she didn't want to accidentally hurt him – well, that and the fact there was still something about his voice that brought her to her senses.

"What Stiles?" She asked exasperated, "Just say it – no bullshitting around" He cast a nervous glance over his shoulder at the mechanic that was watching them curiously, "Uh… not now… it's kind of, um, supernatural related" He whispered the last part before giving her a small hopeful smile, "And I just really want to talk"

"Okay" She relented, tightening her grip on the steering wheel, "Fine, whatever, stop by later – my mom's not in so…"

"Good, yeah, okay, yeah, that sounds good, _really_ good actually" He gave her a nervous thumbs up as she just rolled her eyes, about to pull away but the mechanic piped up with a dubious "The two of you…? Like, you two? A thing? Mate… _how_?" He gave Stiles a surprised look, "She's like an eleven and you're a seven - at best"

"Funny" Kayla commented dryly, "You can add that to your thieving and underage flirting record that will definitely become real if you don't keep this-" She pointed to her lips "-Shut – okay? Goodbye" She rolled her eyes, giving Stiles a nod as she finally managed to reverse from the garage, revving away because right now she just felt icky and faint and her bed seemed so nice right about now.

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><p>Did Stiles show up? The answer to that was no. Why? She had no idea! After she got home and had another fainting episode halfway up the stairs resulting in her twisting her ankle and almost breaking her neck she had waited for him… until three in the morning and when he <em>still<em> didn't show up, well, she went to sleep – because since when did Kayla Hale wait around for a guy? The answer to that was never.

So, safe to say, she was just a _tad_ irritated at school the next day because Stiles was supposed to be reliable wasn't he? Clearly she was wrong but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt because this was _Stiles_ they were talking about… something must have happened, something important, if he didn't show up.

And just as she got there before first period she bumped into Stiles, literally _bumped_ into him as he ran from the schools' entrance, sweat running down his face colliding into her almost sending them both flying.

"Ow… Stiles… what are you doing?" She asked, rubbing her torso because there was nothing like an elbow to the rib cage to wake you up in the morning.

"Oh my go-… Kayla I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He rushed out, looking at her in mortification, eyes wide, jaw agape, "I didn't mean to- ahhh, I'm _so_ sorry"

"It's fine" She grumbled, bending down to pick up her belongings from the ground, "Why you in such a rush anyway?" She asked, avoiding his gaze because she was still slightly pissed at him for kissing Erica – and slightly was putting it lightly, she loathed the idea of her boyfriends' lips touching someone else's, especially that someone else being her enemy, and was not ready to just get over that anytime soon.

"I'm a messenger" He replied, "For Romeo and Juliet"

"Okay" She replied, about to walk away but he reached out and took her hand, "Kaylz I'm really sorry about not showing up last night – believe me, I wanted to, I really did but there was that lizard thing and the mechanics' gruesome death and my jeep is being compounded and, well, it was a crazy night"

"Are you okay?" She asked quickly, forgetting that she was pissed at him for a second, "It didn't hurt you did it?"

Stiles seemed shocked at her concern but he just shook his head slowly, looking at her in shock, "Um… no, I mean yeah… well, I got paralysed for a bit but I'm all good now"

"Positive?" She asked, giving him the once over because if she didn't want to kill this lizard creature before she certainly did now – Stiles seemed to be fine but she knew it would've scared him a hell of a lot – dammit, why couldn't she have just pushed past her stubbornness and stayed behind? She could've helped.

"Positive" He confirmed, "Um, listen… can we talk later? I'm just, uh, busy with the two lovebirds, is that okay?"

"I guess so" She shrugged, letting go of his hand because it still hurt to think of him with Erica, "I'll see you at the game" And with that she walked away, pushing past the nausea that built up in her stomach because, holy god, why now? Why was she getting these fainting and dizzy spells? Why did she feel like absolute crap and why did it feel like she was dying from a terminal disease?

As she contemplated these things she stumbled to the side and fell into some random guy, legs giving way underneath her as she collapsed to the ground, making a fool of herself – _again_.

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><p>After she had finished assuring the school nurse that she was absolutely fine for the past <em>god knows how long<em> and that she wasn't anaemic as far as she knew and definitely wasn't pregnant, drunk or on drugs, she was finally able to leave and just prayed that she had no more fainting spells.

And her wish was granted… partially.

She didn't have any more fainting spells but she sure as hell felt way worse than before – like she had some stupid stomach bug times a hundred – perfect huh?

She didn't see Stiles for the rest of the day – maybe because she skipped chemistry and at lunch she sat in her car, head on her steering wheel, trying to get a grip on herself because, hand on heart, how could someone feel so crap?

She had seen Allison, however, who told her of their plan to get the bestiary from her grandfather and also ran into Lydia who, as Lydia-like as ever, commented on how crap she looked and she wouldn't be seen with her in public.

And now it was evening, night had fallen and the game of lacrosse was over and as everyone departed – Scott with Allison and grandfather (that was bound to end badly) and she still couldn't see a single sign of Stiles and the little bit of concern was amped up to full blown worry because, oh dear god, nothing could happen to Stiles, no, no way, she wouldn't allow it.

She stumbled tiredly through the corridors, trying to think like Stiles and figure out where he might've went but it was only when she heard a loud animalistic roar that she dropped her bag and full out sprinted towards where the indoor pools were, fear clenching her heart because… oh no…oh hell no.

She slipped and slid her way over the wet tiles, chest tightening like she couldn't get any air into her lungs which was weird… she was quite fit and relatively healthy… a minute sprint shouldn't kill her – theoretically.

She placed her hands on her knees, gulping back some much needed air, clearing her vision just as she heard…Derek? Yes, Derek shouting her name and looked up, blinking rapidly to keep her vision in focus and saw both Derek and Stiles stuck in the middle of the pool, Stiles keeping Derek afloat and she would've laughed, in fact, she wanted to but thought that to be a _smidge_ inappropriate considering there was a lizard-man-creature-whatever the hell it was called in front of her, snarling, baring it's row of sharp teeth.

"Aw crap" She cursed, taking in another deep breath, "Just my frigging luck…" She added, ducking quickly to avoid getting torn apart, kicking her leg upwards and hitting the lizard creature in the chest, causing it to stumble backwards slightly.

"Kayla… get in the water, the _water_" Stiles screamed at her and she just frowned, her vision getting hazy again, hearing getting worse as she strained to hear what he was saying.

"What?" She asked, eyes squinting, "What… um…" She blinked rapidly, the exertion being too much as she fell forward, just catching herself before she fell to the ground.

"Get in the water Kayla… _now_, come on" She vaguely heard Derek insisting in panic but she was completely out of it, heart racing in her chest as her lungs stopped working, but was soon shocked out of that when she felt one of the lizards' clawed hands swiping across her torso, scratching her stomach and looked up, meeting it's cold gaze in shock.

"Um…" She muttered, looking down at the small congealment of blood, "Why isn't it paralysing me?" She muttered to herself in confusion as the lizard just watched her with careful eyes, like it was waiting for the effects to kick in but, alas, she felt fine – well, obviously not 'fine', she felt like collapsing on the spot but she didn't feel paralysed, in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect – she felt more awake, more alert as the toxins ran through her system, more herself and certainly _not_ paralysed.

"Strange" She told herself, taking a step back, tuning out Stiles' and Derek's' shouts of warning as the lizard followed her, hissing angrily.

"Well this is going to end badly" She said just as the lizard jumped forward, clawed hands sweeping out and hitting her shoulder, lifting her off the ground and throwing her head first into the wall and she crumpled to the ground, completely unconscious for, it seemed like, the hundredth time this week.

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><p>"Oh" Kayla muttered a couple of hours later as she sat in Stiles' passenger seat as he drove her home because, according to Derek, 'the head injury she had could cause her to have an accident' so Stiles offered to drive her home, told her it would give them a chance to talk – only now she wished she hadn't taken him up on that offer because, wow, bad news alert.<p>

"A-Are you sure?" She asked – just to double check.

"Yeah" Stiles muttered, sending her a sympathetic glance, "I talked to that witch doctor guy, did a lot of research and, um… what Peter said is definitely true – he wasn't saying it to control you, for once, he was actually telling you the truth"

"How long have you known?" She asked, catching his gaze as he drove, "I mean… how long have you been keeping this from me?"

"Kayla-"

"No Stiles, a straight answer, _please_, just be straight with me this _once_"

He gave a quick glance at the road, biting down on his bottom lip nervously and Kayla's stomach dropped, already knowing the answer was going to be bad.

"A… A week" He muttered and Kayla just gaped, "Give or take a few days, but Kaylz-"

"Don't 'Kaylz' me" She snapped, sending him a glare, "You don't have to keep things from me to protect me okay? I mean it Stiles, I hate it and right now I kinda hate you" She added angrily, "It would've been nice to know a bit sooner than I'm dying, geez, thanks Stiles"

"Kayla, I'm sorry… I was trying to figure out what to do, what we could do"

"Well that's great – and since you've been brainstorming I've been _dying_ – thanks a lot" She snapped, folding her arms across her chest, her mind reeling, "Wait – 'we' what do you mean '_we'_?"

He sent her a guilty look, eyes welling up with tears, "Me… Scott, Allison…uh, I told Derek yesterday"

"You have got to be _kidding_ me!" She screeched, slamming her palms on the dashboard, "You all knew, _you all knew this_ – **Jesus Christ**" She exclaimed, shaking her head angrily and turning her stony gaze out the window, "Can I not trust anyone around here – is there anything else you're keeping from me?"

Silence.

"Stiles? Is there anything else you're keeping from me?"

"No" He eventually said, "No that's all" He claimed even though Kayla, now, began to trust her instincts when it came to Stiles and she knew he was lying - _again_.

"Whatever" She muttered, avoiding his stare as she scooted away further from him, "But just so you know I'm not killing anyone just so I can live so unless there's a god out there listening then I would really like to die in peace thank you very much" She said, too angry and hurt to know what she was saying because if she was in her right mind then she wouldn't have said that – she didn't want to hurt Stiles, she loved him, even if she was pissed at him and she certainly didn't want to die but it seemed there wasn't a winning situation here!

"Kayla, please-"Stiles tried to say as he drove up her driveway but Kayla cut him off by leaning forward, fear settling in her stomach as she saw her Aunt Jane's car.

"Wait… what's Jane doing here?" She muttered, terrified of the answer because if Jane was here then something must be wrong, something must've happened because she would've called first, she _always_ called, "Oh god…" She added, not even letting Stiles stop the jeep before she was out and running into the house as quick as a flash, her previous crappy feeling forgotten leaving only pure and raw worry settling in her chest.

"Mom, Jane…. _Jane_… what's going on?" She shouted, vaguely hearing Stiles stumble in after her, "Guys, you're scaring me… what's happening?" And she met them coming from the kitchen, her mom had aunt Jane in her arms, consoling her, trying to stop her from crying as her moms' own face was red and blotchy from crying.

"Kayla, honey… It's Tabby" Her mom said and Kayla gaped, tears welling up in her eyes as she slowly walked forward, fear running through every vein in her body, "She's gone"

"Gone? What do you mean gone? She's five, she can't just be _gone_" Kayla exclaimed loudly, a single tear running down her cheek.

"Th-They left this" Her aunt Jane hiccupped, her shaky hand passing Kayla a crumpled, tear-stained note, "They've taken her Kay, they've taken _my daughter_" Jane wailed and Kayla glanced down at the note, seeing a somewhat messy scrawl on the paper.

_We eliminate threats before they can start,_

_Your daughter is from an ancient line of 'encantados' – dangerous, blood thirsty and murderous – you'll never see her again… this time next week you'll find her body._

_It may seem harsh to take it out on such a young girl but it's our job – we do what we must to protect our town and every other town in danger, she won't be young forever and when she grows up she won't be a sweet little innocent girl anymore – she'll be an abomination._

_I repeat – 'we do what we must' because we are The Protectors,_

_The rest of you will be next…_

After reading each word Kayla's heart dropped a little bit more, not for herself, not for her friends, not for her family, no, it sunk to her stomach and clawed her chest open because Tabby… oh god… Tabby was gone, they had taken her, they had taken a five year old girl from her home to torment her just because of her genes.

"No" Kayla shook her head in denial, tears running down her cheeks, "It can't be the protectors…. they're in jail, right Stiles?"

Silence. Again. It was beginning to be a habit of his.

"Right Stiles?" She looked at him, hoping he would nod his head and reassure her that they were safely away in jail, tucked away, not able to hurt anyone else and that they would get Tabby back but judging by the guilt ridden look on his face and the tears glistening in his brown orbs, she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"You liar" She accused quietly, voice brimming with anger, "You idiot, _idiot_, how _dare_ you" She screeched, angrily hitting his chest with the palms of her hands, tears running down her face, "This is all your fault, you _bastard_" She hit his chest one last time, pushing him away from her, "Tabby is gone and this is _all_ your **fault**"

"Kayla, I'm sorry… I'm _really_ sorry" He apologised, trying to reach out for her but she pushed him away again, hurt welling up in her chest and spreading to every nerve in her body.

"Don't you _dare_ touch me" She spat out, taking a step away from him, crinkling up the note in the palm of her hand, her fists curling, "You have done enough… I'm going to clear up _your_ mess" She added cruelly, throwing him a glare as she turned around, tears cascading down her cheeks as she felt a sudden bout of anger overtake everything – she was still worried but she would _kill_ anyone that so much as _touched_ Tabby – no more civilities – Tabby was five years old, _five for crying out loud_, she had nothing to do with this, she was innocent, and Kayla was going to get her back – no matter what.

"I'll get her back" She vowed to Jane and her mom, who just looked at her tearfully, "No one touches Tabby and gets away with it" She added, pushing past Stiles, almost sending him flying as she raked through the small cabinet in the hallway, pulling out the shelves, throwing away useless stuff as her hands finally landed on what she was looking for – she felt the smooth cold metal, the ridges, the handle, the sleek design; she felt the threat and power it possessed.

They weren't licensed to own a gun but to hell with it – Tabby was not going to die, not if Kayla had anything to do with it.

"I promise" She muttered in a daze and slight shock, the tears still falling silently, "I don't care how"

**A/N) UH OH…. Crap… ha! Well, I hope you're all liking the progression of this story – and the drama, cant forget the drama, ha, so please please review and I shall see you next chapter my lovelies – leave your thoughts, cookies for all! Ha! X :)**


	77. Chapter 77 Robin to the rescue

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><p>Kayla quickly put the gun in the waistband of her jeans before her aunt Jane or mom could see – they would say she was being unreasonable, that this was out of her depth, that she was acting crazily, but she wasn't, in fact she hadn't thought so clearly before.<p>

Someone had Tabby – Kayla had to get her back… simple – no matter _what_ or _how_.

"Jane… Jane, look at me" Kayla commanded softly, trying to stay strong for her aunt Jane because the poor woman had just been told her daughter, her only daughter, her pride and joy, was taken by a bunch of ruthless hunters – she must be going through hell, "Tabby is gonna be fine okay? Okay? Do you believe me?" She asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she stood in front of Jane and her mom who was holding her up, supporting her, trying to keep her stable.

"Kay… don't" Jane whispered, "We'll call the police, let them know what happ-"

"No" Kayla cut her off sharply, "Tabby wasn't kidnapped by some random creep okay? These are professional supernatural hunters… it's out of their league but I'll get her back safely, I promise" She vowed and she would, she would get Tabby back – no matter how annoying the kid could get with her silly Disney films and barbie dolls, the fact was she was Kayla's younger cousin and she cared for her more than she did a lot of people, just the thought of someone hurting her made Kayla's heart sink to her stomach and her blood to boil.

"Kayla-" Her mom tried to reason with her but she was having none of it – for Christ's sake Tabby was their _daughter_, their _niece, _why weren't they doing anything? Why weren't they wanting Kayla to do anything? Didn't they understand that Tabby could die? _For the love of god_…

"_Mom_" Kayla interrupted with a growl in her voice making her mom look at her in shock as she felt her eyes glowing a dark green, overcome with irritability and anger, "I said I _will_ get her back – don't try and stop me" She warned, her forehead lowering as her mom gulped, nodding shakily as she turned on her heel, a mission orientated vibe oozing from her as she physically shoved past Stiles, throwing him back into the wall as she reached for the door knob but, suddenly, just like the hundred other times it had happened she felt dizzy, sick, nauseous and death warmed up all rolled into one and stumbled forward, grabbing the door to stop herself from collapsing on the spot.

"Hey Kayla, relax would you and we'll-"

"Don't touch me" Kayla snarled, tearing her arm away from Stiles and standing up by herself, using all her will power because she was not going to accept help from him, Tabby was gone because of him, she couldn't even look at Stiles without feeling bitter and resentful, "There is no 'we' got it?" She demanded, glaring at the heart broken boy in front of her, "You, Scott, Allison, _Derek_ - you can all shove your help up your asses you complete and utter liars"

"Kayla… I… I…" Stiles tried to say, his eyes welling up with tears, "We-we were going to tell you but… but we can help okay? I'll call Scott and Derek, get them to use their super werewolf powers and track her scent, Tabby will be fine, I swear"

"Don't promise me that" She muttered, shaking her head, "Not you of all people Stiles – before? I would've believed you, no doubt about it but now? Now I look at you and just see another deceiving guy" She shrugged tearfully yet her fists were balling, "But I swear to god Stiles, if they even touch one blonde hair on her head…" She trailed off, not even needing to finish her threat as she saw Stiles gulp nervously, his brown eyes full of remorse and regret as he nodded and that was good enough for Kayla – if they wanted to help then fine, let them, but Kayla would have nothing to do with it, she would do anything to get Tabby back, _anything_, there was **no** limits, and they would just slow her down, try and get her to calm down and Kayla was not in the mood for that, not when Tabby's life was in danger.

She threw the door open, pushing past the tiredness and aching muscles because Tabby _needed_ her – now more than ever – and she needed to be in her best form, at the top of her game if she was going to get Tabby away from those sociopaths. And at that moment a sort of epiphany occurred to Kayla – it was all about Tabby… it was very rarely she felt so completely invested in something that there was no barriers, nothing stopping her from her task, not even Stiles.

She would get Tabby back no matter what – was it necessary for Kayla to carry on living after? Not completely, it would be nice but Tabby was more important – she was the innocent one, the one that needed to be okay… no one else mattered, not in this moment.

She pushed herself down the porch steps, yanking open the car door and jumping in, forcefully slamming it shut before Stiles, Jane or her mom even had a chance to stop her and without so much as a second thought Kayla had shoved the key into the ignition, moving the gear stick into reverse and stepping on the gas, spinning around over the gravel and was off, zooming down the road.

Maybe she was over-reacting with Stiles back there, being over dramatic even, but at the same time she knew she wasn't because he and just about everyone else in their little 'clique' had been lying to her, keeping things from her and that not only resulted in Kayla possibly ending up on her deathbed but Tabby too and that was something that Kayla would have a hard time forgiving – hell, she still hadn't forgiven her mom for lying for the first sixteen years of her life about who her real dad was – tried to move past it? Sure, but forgiven? No – if there was one thing Kayla hated in someone was how they lied – there was no need for it – why not just be straightforward with those they 'claim' to care about? Exactly – idiots.

Just as she skidded around a corner her phone started beeping, text message after text message coming through all at the same time and she grabbed her phone from the passenger seat, scrolling through them all, her heart racing when she took in what they said.

'_24 Hamilton Drive, East park'_

And the worst thing about that text was the crypticness, the mystery, the heart pounding fear of the unknown – Kayla's stomach sunk as she realised this was exactly what the protectors wanted, they took Tabby to lure them all to where they wanted them to be, to their battleground – her, Derek, Scott, any other 'betrayers' to the human race so maybe it was best her friends had no idea where she was heading, that she left them in the dust.

To put it simply – she didn't want them to get hurt, not over her dead body.

She knew where that address was, in fact it wasn't far from where Derek and his three little beta's were slumming it – a few streets over in the abandoned buildings near the steel estate and… crap… it was a trap – a probably very well thought out trap.

Yet Kayla found herself not caring – not one little bit.

So she just hit the gas pedal even harder, more determined than ever.

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><p>In the time it took to drive, or rather race there, Kayla had a total of thirty four missed calls – a few from Jane and her mom but the majority were from Stiles' number and she just let out an aggravated sigh as she pulled herself from the car, seeing Stiles' name flashing up at her <em>again<em> accompanied by a goofy faced picture and, wow, didn't he get the message by now? She didn't want to speak to him.

"_What_?" She snapped into the phone, knowing that he would just keep calling if she didn't at least pick up, "This better be important Stilinski" And usually when she called him that – his last name – it was in an affectionate way, a playful and teasing way but now it was just out of annoyance and anger.

"Kayla, _please_, just listen to me for a minute okay? One minute, that's all I need" he rushed out, probably afraid that she would hang up on him and she sure as hell was tempted to.

"You have ten seconds" She deadpanned, glaring at nothing in particular as she rooted around in the backseat for her stash of weapons, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Okay, okay… look, I know you're mad and upset and super worried right now but I can help you – _we_ can help you – Scott and Derek are tracking Tabby's scent and I'm researching into what properties Brian's parents owns so Kaylz, please… don't do anything stupid"

"You're a fine one to talk" She spat out, balling her fists as she pulled out a heavy handled blade from under the backseat, hooking it into her belt, "Don't lecture me on not doing stupid things – I'm going to get my cousin back and that is certainly _not_ stupid"

"It is if you get yourself _killed_" Stiles exclaimed from the other end of the line, sounding panicked, ""I know you want Tabby back, I do too but if you let us help then there's a better chance of that"

"You don't '_too'_" She snarled, "Because if you even cared about me or her in the first place then you would've told me the truth from the start but, hey ho, you didn't" She slammed the car door shut, hurt and betrayal tearing through her stomach making her feel sick to the core "Tabby is gone… she's a little scared five year old who got torn away from her mom by a bunch of murderers… I'll never forgive you for this" She whispered the last part, the hurt and anger clouding her vision, making her say stupid things, "_Now stop calling_" And with that she clicked the phone off angrily, running her free hand through her hair, her breathing pace picking up.

This could not be happening, no way… it was like some kind of insane nightmare.

Tabby was innocent and pure and just the thought of her cute round face turning white with fear and wet from tears, her straight blonde hair matted and knotty made her stomach twist in the worst way possible.

Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't they have taken her instead? Tabby had done nothing wrong, why couldn't the protectors come at her, Derek or even Scott? At least they all had a chance to protect themselves – Tabby didn't.

Kayla wiped at her eyes again, letting out an angry sound of frustration as the phone started ringing and vibrating again and, without thinking, only knowing she needed Stiles to leave her alone, that she needed a moment of silence, she gripped at the phone tighter in her hand, spinning around on the spot and lobbing it into the wall of the nearest run down building, hearing it crack and split apart on impact.

Why? _Why_? _**Why**_? _**Why**_?

She couldn't think straight, it was like every thought was getting derailed and destroyed, her mind a jumble of broken thoughts and scenarios, every single worry and pain prodding away at her brain, making her heart feel hollow, numb and fiery all at once.

She let out an angry whoosh of air, her eyes falling on the abandoned warehouse – a few stories high, stone walls crumbling, broken windows, doors off the hinges; a covering of dust and dirt accumulating in the cracks and crevices and the whole place had a… a bad vibe to it, like it was haunted – stupid thought, but it definitely felt like enemy territory.

She narrowed her eyes, stepping over the remains of her broken phone, not even looking at it twice as she headed towards the warehouse taking long, confident, mission orientated strides because, dammit, no one touches Tabby and gets away with it.

"Nice to say you're seeing a grey area" A sudden voice popped up but Kayla found herself more used to it now – she didn't even jump, just turned her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, too fed up to deal with his shit.

"I always see a grey area" She replied in a dull voice, "Now leave Peter… or else"

"Threatening" He quipped, walking along beside her, "Look… at least let me give youa few pointers, maybe a quick lesson on how to-"

"Shut up" She interrupted, "Now is not the time for a father/daughter bonding session, especially considering one of us is dead"

"And the other one of us will be if you don't start focusing Kayla" He replied, stepping in front of her, obviously trying to slow her down, "This is your problem… you're rushing into things, letting your love for that cousin of yours to cloud your judgement – Tabby is it?"

"Don't even say her name" Kayla growled angrily, her eyes beginning to glow with rage, "You know nothing so how about you go back to rotting in the ground… and if I join you then so be it" She pushed past him, kicking the warehouses' door open, the onslaught of dust making her cough as it caught her throat.

"The worst thing is… I can't tell if you're bluffing – wow, your mom and Aiden really messed you up huh?" And Kayla threw him another glare as she walked into the open space, seeing the concrete floors, the wide open space, the broken pillars _just_ managing to hold the place up, "You should be wanting to kill them, not just roll over like a dog wanting its stomach scratched waiting for death… where's your fight kid?"

"Right here" Kayla responded, pulling the gun from the waistband of her jeans, "Now stay the hell away from me so I can do my job and save Tabby… and trust me when I say I _will_ handle it – no matter what the cost" And then she turned her back on him, tuning out his arrogant voice as she stored through the building, keeping her eyes peeled though she could've sworn she saw him smirk triumphantly, as though he was getting what he wanted all along.

"Okay, I'm here… by myself… now give me Tabby or the outcome won't be pretty" She warned threateningly, meaning it fully because she was serious when she said she didn't care how she got Tabby back, as long as her little cousin was back home safe and sound, "I mean it… give her to me"

"No deal" A voice said to the side of her and Kayla spun around on the spot, immediately pointing the gun in the direction of the voice, "I would rather have the both of you than exchange one abomination for the other" Brian's dad told her as Kayla's eyes focused on him, his large lumberjack hands holding a small blonde haired girl against him, keeping her in his grasp, "But how about this? You come quietly and I'll make sure the little bitch here goes as painlessly as possible"

"You let her go" Kayla snarled, her heart clenching as she saw Tabby's tearstained and terrified face, "She has nothing to do with this"

"She has everything to do with this" He snapped back, hands tightening around Tabby's dainty shoulders making her cousin cry out in pain, "She's just like you… not entirely human… and anything not even remotely human is a disease, we're doing the world a favour"

"You're deluded" Kayla breathed out, keeping a steady hand pointed at the protector, her finger on the trigger, "She's five years old for _god sake_"

"Age is not a factor" He replied in a hard voice, "In fact… I like killing them young" He smirked and Kayla's blood boiled as Tabby stared at her in fear and expectation, her large blue eyes silently begging Kayla to do something – _anything_ – and in that moment there was no doubt about that, she would do anything to get her cousin back safe and sound in her moms' arms.

"Bastard" Kayla snarled, her lip curling as she saw red, "You won't be hurting anyone ever again" And just as she was about to push the trigger, she felt a thin, cold metal blade pressing into the side of her neck, drawing blood.

"You didn't really think it would be that simple did you?" She heard Mary chuckle sadistically as she leaned up to Kayla's ear, "You really are dumb aren't you… _filthy mutt_"

"No I didn't" Kayla disagreed, quite calmly, as she slowly lowered her arm, "In fact… I was hoping you would be here too" Kayla let her own smirk dance across her lips because, finally, she got to confront these two jackasses – the ones that taunted her about her dads' and brothers' murders, tried to kill Lydia, hurt her friends – it was like a twisted dream come true.

Without warning Kayla had raised her arm, knocking Marys' arm away from her as she spun around on the spot, grabbing the older woman by the throat, her grip tightening as she felt her anger overtake every cell in her body.

"_Don't_ mess with my family" She snarled, pushing Mary back against the nearest pillar, a loud thud echoing around the empty space which gave Kayla a kind of intense satisfaction, knowing that she was back in control – at least for a little bit.

"_You messed with mine_" Mary shouted back, or rather choked out considering the death grip Kayla had around her throat, "Tell her Dave, tell her what she did"

Dave, Brian's father, just narrowed his eyes, watching them carefully, his shaggy blonde hair messy, eyes wild.

"I didn't do _anything_" Kayla growled menacingly, her eyes growing that dull, angry green, especially after she heard Tabby cry out for her, "Don't blame me for my fathers' mistakes" And with that she grabbed a fistful of Marys' dark hair, using her weight as leverage to spin her around on the spot and smashed her head against the crumbling pillar, feeling satisfaction running through her veins as Mary stumbled to the ground, falling down on all fours, a steady flow of blood running from her forehead.

"Tabby didn't kill Brian, I didn't kill Brian… Peter did, and he's dead" Kayla explained, her fists curling at her sides as she slowly walked forward towards Dave and Tabby, her forehead lowering, energy buzzing through her veins, "Leave. Her. Alone"

"No" Dave replied sharply, his fingers digging into Tabby's' shoulders as he pushed her sideways – his strong, muscly, broad, six foot whatever frame proving to be no match for Tabby's' not even four foot, skinny frame as she fell sideways, skidding across the floor, rolling and stumbling, crying out in pain.

"In fact… I'm going to enjoy this" He began rolling up his sleeves, his eyes drilling holes through her own as Kayla's whole body itched to just hurt him _real bad_ as she saw Tabby sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, hiccupping through the tears.

"Me too" Kayla replied, closing her eyes briefly, mustering up all her strength, focusing on the whirlwind of emotions churning in her stomach, begging to get put to good use, needing to show those damn protectors that no one, absolutely _no one_, gets away with hurting Tabby.

When she opened her eyes again they were glowing even more dangerously, a black ring running around the outside of the sclera of her eye – the white part – proving that right now she was not to be messed with and her teeth became more jagged, more threatening.

"When I say leave her alone… I mean it" She snarled, pulling the blade from her trousers, whipping it out in front of her and sending it spinning through the air but unfortunately Dave was a good hunter with amazing reflexes because he ducked quickly, just narrowly avoiding the blade as it lodged itself in the pillar behind him.

"You're going to pay for that girl" He spat out before pointing at Tabby who was curled up on the ground, shying against the wall in fear, trying to go un-noticed, "Starting with her" And when he started in Tabby's direction Kayla completely lost control.

Fear and guilt gripped at her heart making it impossible to breathe, compete terror running through her veins as she saw Dave move towards tabby, his large hands reaching towards her as she squirmed away from her, screaming for help, screaming for her, for Kayla, and Kayla just… ran.

In that moment she completely lost control, nothing could've stopped what she did because, in the end, it was to save Tabby's life and that was all that mattered… right?

She propelled herself forward, leaping onto Dave's back, her hands roughly grabbing his neck and twisting it to the side as she heard a sickening crack echo throughout the warehouse, bones breaking and crunching together as the life completely drained away from him and Kayla felt, underneath her hands, his bones misshapen, neck getting floppy as he began to sink to the floor, Kayla sliding off his back as she watched him fall, in slow motion, crumpling in a twisted heap on the ground, eyes wide open, dead brown orbs landing straight on Kayla's.

Not even having a chance to realise what she had done, Kayla heard a broken wail from behind her and turned around, watching Mary stumble to her feet, a heart broken look on her face as she cried out for her, now, dead husband.

"_Noooo_, no, Dave…. _David_" She wailed, clinging to her chest as she turned her furious eyes to Kayla, "You killed him… you killed my Dave… _you ruined my family_" She screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bent down, picking up Kayla's fallen gun from the ground and, without proper aim, had pointed the gun at her and fired… straight at her.

Well… she thought it was straight at her.

She was still in shock, not able to get her mind and body to do what she wanted to so she didn't move, just stayed there as the bullet propelled itself forward but the impact, the pain she was expecting, didn't come.

And that was because someone had stepped in front of her– someone wearing light brown pants and a plaid shirt…

… Someone that shouldn't have been there in the first place but, magically, was.

Someone she had pushed away in anger and hurt, someone who she didn't want to get caught up in all this mess…

… Someone she never wanted to get hurt, someone she wanted to protect – just like Tabby.

"S-Stiles" She gasped as he stumbled backwards, letting out a small sound of pain as Kayla immediately caught him, holding him under the arms as he fell to the ground clumsily, Kayla falling with him as she pulled him back against her chest, her hands quickly going to his side that was pooling up with blood where that bitch had shot him.

No… no… it should've been her, why wasn't it her? Why did he do that? Why did he do something _so_ stupid _and_ completely life threatening?

"…Oh god…" She mumbled, her heart dropping because… oh no… oh god… Stiles has been shot, he had been shot trying to protect her when it should've been _her_ protecting _him_ – he was human… so fragile, so easily breakable and yet here he was, bleeding in her arms as he leaned back against her chest, wincing in pain as he caught her hand in his, holding it against the wound.

"I'm-I'm fine Kaylz" He muttered, his face screwing up, "I'm fine" He tried to tell her as tears began leaking from her eyes because, if it was worth anything, he was far from okay.

**A/N) Uh oh… bet you didn't expect that – I just love hurt stiles and the drama and angst that follows and there wasn't enough hurt!Stiles in season 2 so… here you go, ha, hope you all enjoyed this chapter, sorry for the wait, but I have the next of days off work so hopefully I can write more – anyway, please leave your thoughts below, I would really appreciate it, so motivating and see you next chapter **** x**

**ALSO – remember that one shot I told you about called 'bedroom adventures'? Well I'm extending it into a mini series just of you wanted to know – peace out x **


	78. Chapter 78 - One way ticket

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"You idiot" Kayla found herself saying in near hysterics, keeping her fingers linked with Stiles', feeling his warm blood coat both their hands while she cringed, her brain in turmoil, "Why-why did you do that? You could've _died_" She exclaimed, feeling tears of worry, fear and panic run down her face as she hugged him closer, their heads pressing together.

"We-well I didn't… alwa-always look on the b-bright side of things… r-right?" He let out a chuckle but Kayla could hear him wince in pain as he gripped her hand tightly, obviously looking for a release from the pain and Kayla just let out an incoherent noise, pressing her hand more tightly against the wound, trying to keep the blood loss to a minimum because if she lost Stiles… the thought was unbearable.

"Idiot" She just re-emphasised with a watery chuckle, keeping Stiles secure as she twisted her head around, panic flaring up though her stomach and into her heart because, oh god… Tabby… there was Tabby and Stiles to protect against a gun wielding maniac with bullets faster than Kayla could run and if she couldn't protect Stiles in the first place then how could she protect both of them at the same time?

"Tabby" Kayla exclaimed in panic, seeing her younger cousin cowering against a pillar, knees scraped, eyes red and swollen, cheeks blotchy, small choked sobs emanating from her throat, "Tabs… come here, quick" she nodded her head over to her and Stiles, desperation running through her veins at the thought of Tabby getting hurt.

"Tabs… please, _quick_" She said, fear oozing from every pore in her body as she saw Mary from the corner of her eye, still pointing a gun in their general direction even though she looked to be in shock, her wild eyes landing on her dead husband, her whole face looking dejected and heart broken. But Kayla didn't have time to feel pity, sympathy or even regret, not even guilt over the fact that she took someone's life – even if that someone was a bad person – because two people she cared about most were in danger, there was no time for mistakes or chances to overthink.

But Tabby didn't respond, in fact, she looked completely terrified and Kayla was about to reassure her that everything would be okay, that she would protect her, whatever the cost, but just as she was about to open her mouth she realised with a jolt that Tabby was scared… of her? Her younger cousin wasn't looking at Dave, Mary or even Stiles, no she was quivering and shaking as she stared at Kayla with wide terrified eyes, bottom lip quivering.

And that tore Kayla's heart into a million pieces because, oh god… she had traumatised Tabby, made her completely and utterly terrified, she had killed someone in front of her, had become someone she never wanted to become – she had become Peter… and all in front of Tabby – the poor kid was scared to death of her.

"…Tabby…" Kayla said in a quiet broken voice, trying to keep Stiles supported, "It's me… It's Kayla…" She said softly but that just seemed to make Tabby even more scared as she quivered back against the pillar, hugging it for dear life.

"You're going to pay for this" She heard Mary say in a furious voice, limbs shaking with sadness and fury, "You're all going to pay for this" And her tone of voice had an underlining threat to it, like she was ready to kill them all where they sat and Kayla didn't doubt that for one second – she had murdered her husband, of course she would be raging – if Kayla was in her situation then she would be too, in fact in a way she was, she felt murderous towards Mary for shooting Stiles, even if the injury didn't seem life threatening – at least, at a glance.

Mary twisted around so she was facing Tabby, keeping a shaky hand with the gun in it pointed at her as she, slowly, began to walk towards her, her lip curling and Kayla was stuck between a rock and a hard place – she had to choose between staying with Stiles and helping him stop the blood or abandon him and try and save Tabby from a murderous, psychotic bitch – what the hell was she supposed to do?

"Kaylz… go" She heard Stiles mutter as she adjusted him leaning against her chest, "Get Tabby, go… I'm fine" But she just bit her lip, already beginning to regret her grip around him slackening, "I'm fine – _go_" He exclaimed and Kayla just nodded, quickly kissing the side of his head before she was up, as quick as lightning had raced over to Mary and before she could even think about laying a hand on her cousin Kayla had grabbed her shoulder and, using all of her strength, had pulled her backwards before shoving her sideways, causing her to fall roughly to the floor.

But Mary was quick and had the gun pointed at her again as she jumped to her feet but Kayla was quicker – maybe it was the anger, or the protectiveness, or maybe even her new abilities resurfacing again but, either way, Kayla had given a sideways kick, knocking the gun from her hand as it clattered to the ground, leaving Mary slightly shocked.

"Not my cousin" Kayla hissed between clenched teeth, feeling the unusual sharp shape of them, her eyes glowing furiously, "Not her" And then Mary pounced, trying to grab Kayla around the neck but Kayla just responded by tackling her to the floor, feeling the satisfaction of Mary's ribs breaking underneath her.

And Stiles felt completely useless half laying-half sitting there, unable to really do anything as Kayla tried to fight Mary off, trying to protect all three of them but, in Stiles' mind, he wouldn't have it any other way – he knew what he was getting into when he stepped in front of Kayla, he knew what could happen but he would take anything happening to him as long as Kayla was fine.

And she was – for now.

At the start the pain was very little – probably due to the adrenaline running through his veins - but now it was burning red hot, the pain almost paralysing as he felt his blood coat his hands but he was still breathing, thank god, and didn't feel dizzy or sick, in fact he felt very coherent and that was a good sign right? It meant he wasn't dying…_right_?

He winced again, slowly peeling away his hand from his side, cringing as he saw and smelt the dark red blood, feeling the bullet lodged inside him but he heard a small cry just to the side of him and looked up, immediately forgetting his own pain as his eyes focused on Tabby, the one person that they all did this for, the one person that if Kayla lost, Stiles knew there was no coming back from that.

"Tabby… Tabby" He called out to her, feeling his heart clench as he saw her tearstained face, "Tabs… c'mere squirt" He encouraged, trying to ignore the slight croak in his voice because, no, he was _not_ going to pass out – they needed to make sure Tabby was safe, that was the goal, the mission, if they failed then it was all over.

Tabby looked up at him, her wide blue eyes watering and Stiles raised his left arm towards her, holding in the cries of pain because Tabby was a five year old – they needed to protect her and she had already seen too much, if she saw Stiles in pain then it would only cause her fear and confusion.

And Tabby didn't even hesitate – she ran over to him, collapsing at his side and burying her head into his chest, muffled sobs tearing through her throat and Stiles just winced as she jolted him backwards slightly but thank god he got shot in his right side because Tabby was clinging to his left side for dear life and Stiles just responded by threading his hand into her long blonde hair, keeping her head pressed into his chest, blocking her from seeing Kayla fighting with Mary, Dave's dead body and the blood that was streaming down his side.

He spared a glance at Dave's body, seeing it sprawled out over the dusty concrete ground, his large eyes wide with anger and slight terror, neck twisted to the side – completely broken – and Stiles just shook his head though he was unable to look away.

He saw it happening… Dave's death – he couldn't bring himself to call it 'murder' though because, in his eyes Kayla didn't murder him, she did what she had to do to protect her family – surely that was worth something right?

And as soon as he heard that awful sound of bones snapping he knew that Mary would do whatever it took to avenge her husbands' death – so he acted as quick as he could, hoping it would work.

And it did – the only downside was he was beginning to bleed to death and it took all his willpower not to collapse right there because Kayla needed him to stay alive, he needed to protect Tabby and he needed to be right by Scott's side, kicking his butt on a daily basis.

A snarl from Mary brought Stiles back to his senses and out of his trance, refocusing on Kayla and Marys' fight – they exchanged viscous kicks and punches, both no doubt covered in bruises and he caught a glimpse of Kayla's dark green glowing eyes, proof that she meant business.

And he knew that she would do whatever it took – at least in this moment.

"D-Don't look Tabby" He whispered quietly, trying not to stutter due to the pain and nervousness, "it's okay… everything okay" He vowed, just hoping he would get to keep that promise – lately his promises had just been going down the drain.

"Kayla… Kayla scared me" He heart her mutter against his shirt, "She's scary Stiles" And Stiles honestly didn't know how to reply to that – sure, she could be but Tabby was a five year old and how could he explain to a five year old that Kayla had hurt someone to the point where they would never wake up to protect her? He couldn't… at least not yet as he felt his head beginning to get dizzy, his vision beginning to fade slightly.

"Ta-tabby… promise me… promise me that if I tell you to… you-you'll run?" He questioned, his voice getting more quiet and croaky, "That you'll listen to what I say?"

Tabby pulled back, looking at him with wide innocent eyes, "Yes Stiles" She answered truthfully with a slight lisp and Stiles realised that since the last time he had seen her she had lost a baby tooth, her tongue getting wedged in the small space between the teeth on her bottom row and… how cute – he understood why Kayla would do anything for this kid – he would to – she had so much potential and when he looked at her all he saw was purity and positivity, something that was definitely needed around here.

"G-Good" He nodded shakily, feeling sweat breaking out on his forehead, his skin getting pale as he gently stroked Tabby's hair, bringing her head back to his chest, trying to protect her from the horrors of the world.

He spared a glance to the side of him, keeping his hand securely in Tabby's hair and by now Mary and Kayla's fist fight had escalated to the top of a rickety rusty metal staircase – Stiles could see it wobbling from where he was sprawled out and his heart stopped for a second as he saw Mary slyly slipping a hand into her back pocket, her fingers clasping around a dark metal object and before he knew what he was shouting he was hollering out a loud "_**Gun**_" because if the same thing happened to Kayla that happened to him… then that would be it, he couldn't take it anymore.

Kayla looked around in bewilderment and panic at his voice, losing her rhythm as she met his panicked gaze and guilt gripped Stiles' heart because, as she searched for his voice, obviously wondering what was wrong, Mary had whipped the gun out and pointed it straight at Kayla's chest and Stiles was about to leap to his feet, to try and help, to try and do _anything_ but he winced, collapsing back down to the ground as shooting pains worked their way across his torso and down his spine.

He watched with baited breath and watery eyes as Kayla just managed to grab the gun, yanking it upwards towards the ceiling as the shot rang out, almost deafening them all and Stiles just had time to think '_thank god'_ but that was soon washed away when the bullet dislodged a giant wooden beam overhead, one side loosening as it careened downwards, smashing straight into the already unstable staircase, practically smashing it to bits as both Mary and Kayla got knocked sideways, both collapsing with the broken remains of the staircase, falling a good fifteen foot to the concrete ground below, dust and dirt billowing out around them.

And now Stiles' pain was practically non-existent, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the heap of metal collapsed on top of them both, a pile of metal suffocating them both and Stiles tried to move forward but the pain stopped him, well the pain and a little five year old clinging to him, wailing for her mom, so he just settled back, eyes wide with unshed tears, calling out Kayla's name in hysteria just as the door to the warehouse got thrown open again and Stiles whipped his head to the side, relief and gratitude coursing through his veins as he saw Derek (never did he think he would _ever_ think that) followed closely by Scott, Allison, Jody and last but not least, Jane, her eyes wild with panic but they soon settled down when she saw Tabby safe and sound… well, _safe_ at least.

"Tabby" Stiles heard Jane exclaim loudly, holding out her arms and Stiles loosened his grip on her, allowing her to stand up and run straight into her mom's outstretched arms, the scene making his heart feel warm.

But not for long.

He swivelled his head back around, breathing heavily as Derek raced forward past him and Scott and Allison skidded down beside, panic and fear evident on their facial features.

"Stiles, oh my god… we need to get you to-"

"No" Stiles gasped, pushing away Scott's arm as he tried to help him, terror lacing his voice, "No… where's Kayla? She fell and… gun, bullet… fell-"He rambled, not making any sense as his clothes got soaked with blood and sweat, his heart racing.

"Kayla's fine" Allison tried to reassure him as she gently stripped off her jacket, pressing it tightly against his wound.

"Yeah" Scott backed her up, keeping his side pressed against Stiles', his arm winding around his shoulders, keeping him stable, "She's with Derek" And then Stiles blinked rapidly, clearing his foggy vision as he refocused on the broken remains of the staircase, watching Derek help Kayla try and stand up as they hovered over a dark, almost unrecognisable, figure sprawled out on the ground and that was good enough for Stiles – she was fine, that was what mattered.

"Good" Stiles croaked, relaxing back against Scott's chest, "Huh… only a matter of time before I got a battle scar right?" He choked out, letting out a small chuckle before he completely blacked out.

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><p>Kayla had absolutely no adrenaline left in her body – the anger, fierce protectiveness, energy and rage she had felt before were gone leaving only an empty space that was filled to the brim with guilt – she was consumed by memories, thoughts of what she had done, thoughts of Tabby's terrified face, thoughts of how bad Stiles was when they brought him in and now they were playing the waiting game.<p>

The waiting game with _everything_.

The doctor had said Stiles was fine, or as close to 'fine' as someone who got shot could be – they removed the bullet successfully and luckily it didn't damage any internal organs – just scraped some muscle and caused a lot of blood loss and they had to perform an emergency blood transfusion before he slipped into shock – right now they were preparing to move him into recovery and, according to the doctor, would be out of it for a few hours and, when he came to, would be more dopey and confused than anything – so just a normal morning then?

But right now she was sitting on a hard plastic seat furthest away from their small group, knees brought up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting atop her knees, tears blurring her vision as she listened in to her mom and aunt Jane's conversation, her sensitive ears picking it up from over twenty five feet away.

"Jane… she killed someone… and it wasn't an accident, Tabby is petrified of her, we're in a bad situation" Her mom stated in a quiet voice and Kayla heard her aunt Jane sigh tiredly as she held Tabby to her chest.

"I know she did Jody but, in my mind, she did it to save Tabby and I owe her for that – if she didn't Tabby might not even be here, she doesn't need us reminding her of what she did"

"She didn't break a television or steal a car… she's a murderer Jane, my daughter is a murderer"

"Stop it" Jane scolded, and Kayla heard her adjusting Tabby so she could cover her ears, "Those protectors are the bad guys and Kayla did what she had to do… don't take the moral high ground Jody" Jane warned as Kayla just bowed her head.

"One more and she's a serial killer" Her mom whispered, "I love Kayla, I do, I would do anything for her but…"

"But not help your own daughter through something like this right?" Jane shot back, "Jody, look, Kayla's a good kid – she's made bad decisions but look at her now… a nice group of friends, a boyfriend that would do anything for her _including_ getting shot, her grades are picking up, she's on the right track Jody – we can't let something like this ruin that streak"

"I just… I just don't know how I can ever look at her the same way again" Her mom admittedly sadly, tearing Kayla's heart in two, "I don't know what I prefer – the moody, drug addicted emotionally stilted teenager or… this-this creature that is slipping away from me"

"Jody" Jane warned again in a low voice, "She's your daughter… don't talk about her that way"

"She's also Peter's" Her mom whispered back like it was something awful and scandalous, "She's half Peter… she's him Jane"

"No she's not" Jane exclaimed louder than usual, her voice hard and determined, "She's her own person and that person is pretty special – stop categorising her Jody"

"I'm telling the truth" Her mom snapped back and Kayla was beginning to shake her head, unable to hear anymore, "I just… John was the old fashioned one with old fashioned values, Dylan was the mischief maker and I was the laid back one but Kayla… Kayla never really fit in"

"Because you never let her" Jane hushed whispered back as a single tear rolled down Kayla's cheek, "John, even after everything you did, accepted her, he let her in, treated her like his own and better, Dylan adored her, he would've done anything for his little sister, even I saw her as a special little girl and Peter's genes had nothing to do with it but you… it was never the same for you was it?"

"I love her" Her mom claimed but this was getting too much for Kayla, "I do but… but I'm scared-I'm scared of who'll she'll be – especially after tonight, _for god's sake Jane_ she snapped a man's neck – do you know how much brute strength and willpower that takes? And that woman… she was practically mutilated"

"Wasn't Kayla's fault" Jane argued back, "She did it to protect her younger cousin and the boy she loves and that woman had no chance with that amount of metal falling on her, Kayla got out lucky… just be glad she's still alive – I am"

"And I am" Her mom said back sadly, "I really am but… but I just wish Dylan was here… and John… I would do anything for them to be here" And although Kayla was about sixty percent sure she didn't mean it in that way – the way which sounded like she wished Kayla could just be turned into a gift exchange and swap her for her dad and brother but, right now, to her, that was what it sounded like and that was when she hit breaking point.

It was bad enough to hear what your mom _really_ thought of you, to hear her say all those things that, although true, hurt a hell of a lot but to hear her imply she loved Dylan and John _more_? That was like the final nail in the coffin.

She stood up quickly, the plastic chair toppling over as everyone turned around to stare at her, eyes curious and sympathetic as a few tears rolled down her cheeks as she glared at her mom, her blood boiling.

"I get it okay? I'm a disappointment, a mistake… but I thought you were supposed to be my _mom_… unconditional love and all that – clearly not" Kayla let out a bitter laugh, rolling her eyes as she strode forward so she was standing in front of her, "Go on, keep on wishing I was dead – it might just be granted" She said spitefully and angrily, wiping away the tears as she pushed past her shell shocked mom, ignoring Jane calling out to her as she pushed open the door leading to the roof, disappearing through it, jogging up the staircase, just in desperate need to get the hell away from there – from everyone because, right now, she felt like a ticking time bomb, not knowing whether she was going to explode or burst into hysterical tears.

How could her mom say something like that? Okay, she got it, she was disappointed and mad but she was still her daughter – didn't that mean anything at all?

She sucked in a deep breath as she reached the roof, running a shaky hand though her hair, breathing in the cool night air, whole body raked with worry.

"Hey Kayla, wait up… wait two seconds… _wait_" She heard a sudden voice shout and turned around from the ledge, wiping her eyes and raising her eyebrows when she saw Scott run up after her, his hands outstretched cautiously.

"Kayla… don't" He said as calmly as he could and Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, looking around in confusion, "Just… step away from the ledge and we can talk okay? Okay?"

Despite feeling like actual crap, the emotional turmoil over the past few hours, days, weeks, months, years really, finally overloaded and she burst out laughing, a stitch flaring up in her side because, wow Scottie, over dramatic much?

"Relax Scott… I'm not going to jump" She sobered up, sitting on the edge of the roof, nodding him over, "I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought about it before but, no, I just needed some fresh air – I hate the smell of hospitals"

"…Oh" Scott murmured, slowly walking over to her, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "Um… sorry, I just thought that back there… and now… crying and ledges and… I'll shut up now"

"Thanks for the concern" She said genuinely as Scott took a careful seat next to her, swinging his legs over the ledge like her, "Glad to know someone cares"

"I do" Scott immediately said, "You're my friend and I know we don't hang out a lot except when supernatural beasts are trying to kill us but I _do_ care" He nodded and Kayla just sent him a small sideways smile, staring down at the ground below, lost in her thoughts.

"Stiles will be fine" Scott piped up, making Kayla stare at him curiously, "And I know that even _without_ listening to the doctors… he's a fighter and I know that right now you're blaming yourself"

"Of course I am" Kayla immediately replied, "It was my fault – Stiles is laying in a hospital bed because of me… he could've died and, for what, _me_?" She let out a sarcastic chuckle, "Not worth it"

"I think Stiles will disagree" Scott smiled lightly, trying to cheer her up, "And I also know that he wouldn't change a thing because, if I was in the same position, I would do it for Allison – a hundred times over" Scott added truthfully, "And I also know that if you had the chance to step in front of a bullet for Stiles you would take it"

"All the time" Kayla replied, "Without a doubt"

"Exactly" Scott smiled, "So if I would do it and you would do it… why wouldn't Stiles?" And Kayla got where he was coming from, she did, Stiles loved her – she knew that – but it didn't make the guilt ease up any less.

"Shut up" She mumbled as light-heartedly as possible, not ready to admit he was right, "And what you doing hanging out with depressing old me? I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time"

"Nope" Scott shook his head, "I'm hanging out with my friend – and that's important right now"

"Cheesy" Kayla muttered, mustering up a small smile as she sent him a small nudge, glancing down at the ground again, hair falling in front of her face.

"And Kayla… um…" Scott started off uncertainly, "What, um… what your mom said back there, it uh… isn't true" He told her truthfully, "She's just in shock… she'll come around"

"No she won't" Kayla shook her head, "And that's okay… I prefer her to just tell the truth anyway instead of living a lie – she hates me and, strangely, I'm fine with that" She glanced at Scott curiously, "Is that wrong?"

"Yes" Scott answered immediately, "But you'll both come around to each other, just give it time"

"Maybe" Kayla hummed, tucking some hair behind her ear, "But… a few years back Dylan, my brother, went through a really bad change… like, super bad… he was out of control" And she heard Scott gulp from beside her, "No one could stop him and… and he escaped from the basement, tore a woman apart who was walking back from the grocery store and do you know what my mom did? She hugged him, told him everything would be okay and that it wasn't his fault" Scott couldn't take his eyes off her by this point "She helped cover the death up, threw the police off his trail and what does she do to me? Abandons me" She shook her head, glancing sideways at Scott, "Anyway… we should probably get back to Stiles… just in case he wakes up early" She stood up, dusting off the back of her pants as she outstretched a hand to a, still, shell-shocked Scott.

"Uh… okay" Scott nodded, accepting her hand graciously but a cough made them both stop and turn around, seeing Derek standing there, arms crossed.

"Kayla… I need to have a word with you" He opened with, forehead all lower-y and broody and, oh god, what _now_?

"Uh… I'll just… leave you… to it" Scott nodded at her, sharing a careful glance with her before walking past them, giving them some privacy.

"Derek, can't this wait?" She asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "Stiles is gonna wake up soon an-"

"Here" He suddenly thrusted something into her hand, making her look down at it curiously.

"Derek this… this is a plane ticket..." She stated in bewilderment, raising her eyebrows in confusion, "Why are you giving me a-"

"You're leaving" He told her in a hard voice though pity shined in his eyes, "I booked you a last minute flight to Brazil – that witch doctor, Affonso, knows you're coming, he's waiting for you – I've packed you a bag, there's instructions in the backpack on how to get there, some money in an envelope and-"

"Wait" Kayla interrupted, holding up a hand, her mind too slow to pick up what he was saying, "Wait-wait-wait-wait… I'm leaving? Since when?"

"Since now" He replied, "I thought that maybe I could help you, _we_ could help you, but you need expert help Kay, someone to teach you control before a repeat of tonight happens"

"It won't Derek" Kayla promised, "It was a mistake and I regret it"

"I know you do but the only way I can protect you is if you accept my help… do you trust me?"

"Sort of" She answered shrugging, "But… why leave? My life is here"

"Start a new one… and let me help you from a far okay? I'll deal with what happened tonight – don't worry about it"

"Derek this… this is a one way ticket" She observed, panic lacing her voice, "How long do I have to…?"

"I don't know" Derek replied helplessly, "As long as it takes" He suddenly took a step back, giving her access to the roof door, "The car's waiting outside"

"What? No!" Kayla exclaimed, shaking her head, "I can't leave now… what about Stiles? I need to make sure Stiles is okay"

"Stiles is fine" Derek soothed, "The flight leaves in an hour… it's make your mind up time Kay" And Kayla gulped nervously, eyes swimming with tears, "Accept help and learn control or… or we'll have more repeats of tonight – it's up to you"

**A/N) MUHAHAHHHAHA – evil I am, Evil – ah well, I hope you all liked this chapter and please please please leave your thoughts below, so motivating, next chapter out soon my lovelies, **** don't forget to review x :)**


	79. Chapter 79 - Look out for him?

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><p>"No" Kayla said, shaking her head in denial, "You can't make me choose Derek... you <em>can't<em>"

"I have to" He replied back helplessly, giving her a pitying look, "And hate me for it, curse me out but in the long run you'll know I was doing it to help you – protect you" Derek told her honestly as Kayla just shook her head slowly, mind in turmoil.

"Derek... it... it was an accident" She whispered, tears blurring her vision, "He shot Stiles, he was going to kill Tabby... I didn't have a choice"

"I know you didn't" He replied, cocking his head to the side as he stared at her, "You did what you had to do but-" Yet she interrupted him, trying to convince him that she was fine, she didn't need help, she wasn't weak.

"And Mary... I didn't kill her – it was my fault but I didn't kill her... Derek _please"_ She pleaded, staring at him with wide eyes, "I can handle it"

"Is that a chance you're willing to take?" Derek asked her openly, "I believe you can but... but what if you can't, what if things just get _too_ much, are you ready to be responsible for more deaths?" And that made Kayla cringe, guilt flaring up in her stomach as she saw Mary's mutilated body, Dave's empty eyes staring back at her, her body screaming at her that it was _her fault_ – she had failed to save Brian from Peter and then had caused the death of his parents – what were they now, some kind of father/daughter killing duo? 'Hale Assassins'? Was that what it was coming to?

"I know how it feels" Derek added when she just stood there, absorbing his words, "I do, I've been there and trust me when I say the worst is to come – the guilt, the nightmares, the pressure-"

"Thanks for that" Kayla chuckled sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "Full of positivity you are"

"-And-" He carried on talking as though she had never interrupted him, "And I know that if I had a chance to take help then it would've made things simpler – trust me on that"

"But I still _can't_" She exclaimed loudly, heart beating wildly in her chest, "Leaving would just be running away, taking the easy way out and leaving other people to deal with my crap!"

"Or it's called letting go of your pride and stubbornness and admitting that you need help, that by doing something for yourself it could and would help you in the long run" Derek said, his eyes never leaving hers, "Just... trust me – it's your best option"

"And what about Tabby? Or Stiles? This stupid kanima business?" She asked, desperately trying to think of a reason why she should stay in Beacon Hills, to convince Derek that she was more needed here than she was stuck in the middle of some rainforest.

But of course, Derek being Derek, had to reply to her question – he had probably planned the whole damn speech, "The Kanima won't be a problem for much longer – I'm working on that, Tabby needs some time to recuperate and maybe a bit of time away from you will help, give her time to bounce back and Stiles, well..." Derek trailed off as he glanced back at the roof door before meting her gaze again, "He's alive isn't he? Isn't that enough for now?"

And, damn, he had some valid points but still... why did he have to be right?

"It'll never be enough" She muttered under her breath because, hand on heart, watching Stiles get shot _just_ to protect her made her blood race through her veins, her heart beat a hundred times a minute, it made her legs feel weak and for worry to reside in every cell in her body and watching Tabby shy away from her in terror, well... that was like a knife to the heart, there was no other way to describe it.

"I'll give you a minute – think things through" Derek instructed, beginning to walk back towards the roof door, posture all broody and pensive.

"Are you really giving me a choice though?" Kayla asked to his retreating figure, "Or was this just an order?" And Derek stopped just short of the door, hand resting atop the knob as he sent her an undetermined look over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow in an obvious way.

"Thought so" Kayla muttered, turning around so her back was to him, staring out over the ledge, crossing her arms over her torso as she watched from afar the buzz of Beacon Hills, feeling an ache in her stomach at the thought of not being around anymore, that she would be gone away from somewhere she _actually_ wanted to be.

She heard Derek leave, the door slamming shut behind him as she blew out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair because _what the hell_ was she supposed to do? Was it selfish leaving when shit was going down here? Was it selfish staying when she could be putting the people she cared most about in danger?

And as she thought about it more, that was what made up her mind – not Derek pressurising her, not the guilt or the worry, no it was that instinct to protect those she cared about most – Her friends, Tabby... Stiles.

From who? Well the answer to that was easy – herself.

If she stayed and they got hurt or killed then it would devastate her – forever – and there was no coming back from it when it happened, surely it was better to nip it in the bud, right?

"Fuck everything" Kayla muttered quietly under her breath, anger beginning to slowly stew in her stomach, "Screw it all" She added clenching her fists, breathing picking up as she looked towards the darkened sky – she didn't exactly believe in god but surely there had to be someone or something up there? A force of good? A leader? _Something_ surely.

"You hear that?" She asked loudly to the open sky, "Are you even listening to me? – screw whatever 'higher power' is up there, screw you _all_" She spat out, getting progressively loudly, "You took away my _family_ from me, my _cousins_, my _dad_, my _brother_... you're now taking away my mom and Tabby, my friends, _the person I love._.. I hope you're happy with yourself" She added bitterly, anger boiling over because it _wasn't fair_ – as simple as that - "You _bastards_" She fumed, shaking her head, using every ounce of willpower she had to keep her temper in check, "From now on I don't want you're so-called _help_ - whatever the hell you are can _rot in hell"_ She added, banging her fists on her thighs, "Just_ rot in hell_" And with that final shout she spun around on the spot, striding away from the roof and down the stairs, breathing heavily as she burst through the door, straight into the middle of their small group – the only person missing was Mr Stilinski and that was probably because he was either speaking with the doctor or trying to sort out an insurance plan – another thing for Kayla to feel guilty about, the cost of healthcare – _fabulous_.

She didn't even spare a glance at anyone else, just met Derek's inquisitive gaze and steeled herself internally, pushing her fear and guilt to one side as she let out a small, almost in-distinctive, nod – letting him know that, for now, she was going against what she wanted to do and was agreeing with him.

Why? She just had to... if she could learn control then she could be saving lives, not putting the people she cared about most in danger which was something that scared her ever since almost chopping Derek in half and attacking her friends – that in a moment's notice she could have her friends and family's blood on her hands.

She had to think of that, not what she wanted.

Derek just sent her back a small, almost concealable, smile of acknowledgement back, twisting his head towards the exit, the clear message being 'okay, let's go' but no, Kayla wasn't leaving until she did something – she owed it to him, especially after putting him through the ringer these past few days.

She shook her head, eyes going wide with unshed tears as she bit her lip, praying Derek would get the message, that he would understand, and by whatever miracle he did because, contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely heartless like many believed him to be – he was actually one of the most caring people she had ever met.

His eyes slid past her, down the hall to Stiles' recovery room as he just nodded, not meeting anyone else's gazes as he glanced down at his watch quickly, checking that they were still in good time, "I'll be in the car" He told her from across the hall and Kayla caught glimpses of everyone's confused glances, obviously wondering what the hell was going on – something that, on some level, Kayla was also thinking too because this was all happening so fast, leaving her mind whirling, "Just... don't be too long okay?" Derek asked/warned, giving her a stern yet sympathetic look and Kayla just nodded, lowering her head as she walked past her friends, ignoring her mom trying to reach out for her because she could not deal with her on top of everything else – no frigging way.

She yanked her arm away from her, not even stopping to say anything as she strode away, biting her lip before pushing open Stiles' hospital door, steeling herself as she entered, quickly closing it behind her before someone saw her because she was one hundred and ten percent sure that the doctors and nurses wouldn't let anyone in to see Stiles until he was completely stabilised but Kayla was prepared to break the rules – just like always... a stupid doctor wasn't going to keep her from saying goodbye, she owed him that.

She took a deep breath, facing the bed, preparing herself for the sight. He was hooked up to different monitors, an IV sticking out of his hand, his skin was almost as pale as the sheets around him, eyes closed and from a distance it looked like he was sleeping, napping even, apart from the fact he wasn't snoring or his mouth wasn't hanging open, drooling.

And she almost chuckled at that image – almost.

She tottered forwards a few steps, covering her mouth with her hand as she watched Stiles' heart monitor bleeping away normally and never did she think she would listen to something that sounded so much like blissful music to her eyes – for a while back there in that warehouse she thought Stiles would be a goner, especially after he blacked out in Scott's arms, but Stiles being Stiles pulled through – well, of course he did, he _was_ Stiles after all.

"Safe to say you look awful" She opened with, tilting her head to the side as she pulled up a plastic chair to beside the bed, sitting down and taking a firm grip of his hand, tightly squeezing it, "And I said it before but you're a complete idiot, you know that Stilinski?" She let out a watery chuckle, her eyes focused on his cute little upturned nose, the way his lips moved from each breath he blew out, the slight fluttering of his eyelashes as he no doubt tried to fight the drugs that his body was pumped with.

"I mean... taking a bullet for someone – cliché much?" She smirked, "And If you were awake I would be slapping you silly for that you know" She just gave a small smile as her free hand moved forward to rest on the side of his head, her thumb stroking his cheek, "But thank you... and I really wish you were awake to hear this" She bit her lip, glancing down at the white night gown he was wearing, the duvet pulled up to his stomach, "Thank you for everything Stiles... you saved my life and I promise I will make it up to you... one day, I owe you that" She whispered, giving his hand another tight squeeze, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Can you hear me?" She muttered, leaning forward so she was closer to him, "Because you're stubborn Stiles, a small dose of drugs won't keep you down" She gave him a small smile, "Just... squeeze my hand if you can" And she waited, literally on the edge of her seat, for him to reply – well not 'reply' but just move, twitch a finger, hell anything would be good at this point, and just as she was about to give up, to sigh and feel herself deflate she felt a very small, almost unnoticeable, pressure tightening around her fingers and she snapped her head up quicker than she thought possible, her neck clicking.

"Stiles" She murmured, glad he was at least responsive even though completely out of it, "You're putting everyone through hell out there you know – who knew Scott had a nail biting habit? Not me" She chuckled, keeping a tight grasp around his fingers, "Look... we've both made mistakes, probably because we're so new to this but... but I need to make one more" She told him honestly, her thumb still gently stroking his cheek, "And I know that you're going to hate me for it and I don't blame you... I would get angry too but... but I can't kill anyone else Stiles... what I am, well, it shouldn't even exist, _I_ shouldn't even exist and I have to put it right... or at least try and make up for what I did... do you understand?" She whispered the last part, hoping for a reply but of course she didn't get one – he was out of it, completely and utterly.

"I hope you will" She told him, "I mean... if I hurt anyone, Tabby, Derek, Scott, Lydia, Allison... _you_ then... then, well, I _can't_ let that happen – I need to protect everyone, I need to protect you Stiles" She felt tears returning to her eyes as she took away her hand from his cheek, wiping at her eyes because she didn't deserve to be weak, not now, not when this was her fault.

"I know you were involved in all this crap before I came to Beacon Hills but that was only because of Peter – Peter bit your best friend and that's where it all started and, well... Peter's not here now but I am and, uh... he's my dad, as much as I try to deny it, he is and I have to take responsibility for him... I owe you that Stiles... okay?" Still no answer – obviously.

"Maybe it's easier that you're not awake" She hummed, "Because you would try and stop me, tell me how irrational and stupid I'm being" She let out a small laugh even though she wanted him to be awake, just to see that he was alright, to see his caramel brown eyes again – just one last time.

"And I probably am being – irrational and stupid that is but... but you getting shot proved something to me" She leaned forward again, eyes never leaving his closed lids, "That you're gonna get caught in the crossfire... could be tomorrow, could be a year from now, but one day... something will happen – could be a fight gone wrong, you could be in the wrong place at the wrong time, hell, as far as I know you could get taken advantage of from whatever supernatural creature we're fighting next – a ghost, spirit, _whatever_, but the point is I don't want it to get that far" She told him honestly, "I will do anything for you Stiles... And I need to be in the right frame of mind to protect you, to protect Tabby... I just _have_ to be"

Still no response. Kayla just tightened her grip on his hand, letting out a small cry as it hit her that she was really leaving – not for good, god no, but she was going away... she was leaving Stiles and her friends behind because she messed up – guess she was paying the price, huh?

"I'll be back though" She vowed, nodding her head determinedly even though he couldn't see her, "I'll work hard, I'll concentrate, I'll do _whatever_ it takes to come back... even if by the end of it you don't want me to"

She loved him and it absolutely _killed_ her inside to imagine the betrayal he would feel, the anger, but in her mind him hating her was better than him ending up dead by her hands – she could live with that but she couldn't if he ended up six feet under.

She felt the tears prickling her eyes, beginning to slide down her cheeks, an ache coming from the back of her throat as she tried to hold back her sobs at the sight of the broken boy in front of her.

"I love you Stiles" She whispered tearfully in his ear as she leaned down, her long hair falling over his face, "I love you more than I thought possible and I'm really sorry... I'm _really_ sorry" She cried, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, the warmth of his skin sending tingles up her spine.

"Do you hear that Stiles?" She questioned, "I love you... I love you, I love you, I love you and I'll say it more often just... just remember that" She told him quietly, dipping her head to press another kiss to his still lips, a random thought occurring to her as she remembered they joked about this – Kayla being Stiles' prince charming at the hospital when they were looking after Lydia and Stiles had replied that a kiss would 'definitely' wake him up but when she pulled back, hoping to see those familiar whisky flecked orbs staring back at her, she didn't and her heart crushed a little inside.

"I'm sorry" She whispered again in a croaky voice, giving his hand one last squeeze before dropping it gently to the bed, turning away and walking away before she could change her mind and not go, give in to her feelings instead of what her head was telling her.

She yanked open the door, wiping her eyes before anyone could see her crying, her heart dropping to the base of her stomach. She sniffed once more, straightening her posture as she turned her head to the side, seeing her friends all crowded in one corner, her mom, Jane and Tabby huddled just to the side of them, Tabby sound asleep in her mom's' arms and, just when she thought she could slip away unnoticed, avoid the confrontation and the questions, she caught Scott's eye who was staring at her in pity, disbelief and confusion, slowly shaking his head and, duh, of course he would know what was going on – he had super werewolf hearing, he probably heard every word Derek said to her and every word she said to Stiles.

And the way he was looking at her hit a nerve – it was like coming back to earth with a bang but she knew she had to do this, that it was best for all parties involved even though on the inside she was screaming in guilt and pain.

Kayla just shrugged back helplessly, tears glistening in her eyes because what else could she do? She could stay, be a burden to everyone and possibly lose control or she could get help, real help, and be more of an ally to her friends instead of a nuisance.

Scott stared back, his eyes flitting between her and Stiles' room but before he could say anything Kayla just gulped, mouthing a quiet 'sorry' before turning around and striding down the hallway, throwing open the double doors at the end of the corridor, blinking back the tears as she escaped, her breathing shallow, trying to push away how frail and fragile Stiles looked, trying to forget all the nasty things her mom had said and also Tabby's petrified look – she would fix it, she would fix it all, no matter what.

She reached the parking lot, eyes flitting around for Derek's car and when she located it just to the left of her, she sighed heavily as she saw Derek and his little pack huddled around it, intense conversation passing between them.

She resisted an eye-roll, too tired and fed up to have to deal with their crap as she slowly walked towards them, drawing them from their discussion.

"You made the right choice" Derek opened with, slowly nodding his head as Erica, Isaac and Boyd flanked around behind him, like they were the pawns and he was the king in a chess game, "I know it's hard but-"

"You don't know anything" She interrupted him, startling him slightly, "Look... are we leaving or playing the awkward silence game? Because _apparently_ I have a flight to catch"

"Okay" Derek agreed, turning back around to his beta's, "Go home and stay there until I come back" And Kayla watched as the beta's nodded, beginning to trek away but Kayla jumped forward quickly, grabbing Erica's arm.

"Erica, wait" She said, watching as the girl turned around, staring at Kayla in something caught between disapproval and confusion, "I, um..." She gulped, ignoring everyone's eyes on them, "I... this whole thing has made me realise that... that this rivalry thing we have is stupid – in fact, it's so _far_ beyond stupid it's loony and petty and way below who we are, in fact, if it wasn't for that we could've been pretty good friends so..." She trailed off, removing her arm from Erica's, watching as Isaac looked on, gob-smacked, and Erica looking at her like she had lost the plot, "Truce?" She asked, holding out her hand.

Erica looked down at her hand then back at her again, blinking slowly as if she couldn't grasp a hold of the fact that Kayla was offering peace but she glanced at Derek, watching as he nodded before looking at Kayla and, very slowly, inching her hand forward to take ahold of hers.

"Truce" Erica confirmed and Kayla gave a very small smile back, taking a step closer to her, lowering her voice to a gentle whisper, keeping the others out, "And... look out for him?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows, "Because I know you care about him Erica just... _please_ make sure he's alright?" And for the second time in the space of a minute, Erica stared at Kayla like she was bonkers and was seriously considering booking her a place in the loony bin, but when Kayla just sent her a pleading and sincere look, Erica must've realised how serious she was being because she nodded, relief flooding through Kayla's veins.

"Thanks" She muttered, pulling back and walking over to Derek's car, her heart tearing in two.

"Wait – how come she gets a truce? Don't I get a truce?" Isaac called out, a small whine in his voice and Kayla didn't even bother turning around as she shouted back a blunt "No", disappearing inside Derek's car, taking a long deep breath, getting her bearings back.

This was it... she had made her mind up,

But, at the same time, this _wasn't_ it – she **would** be back, as soon as possible... hopefully only a few weeks, maybe a month or two but that was _it_ – no more, she wasn't prepared to deal with it... she would come back to Beacon Hills, even if it killed her.

**A/N) Sorry not sorry, ha, but look on the bright side of things – Kayla's trip means more knowledge about who she really is, some more ancestry, south american cultures and also some depressing Stiles – how fun, ha, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please leave your thoughts behind you lovely people next chapter out ASAP and remember to review, love you all x :) **


	80. Chapter 80 - I wish

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"This is so gonna bite me in the ass" Kayla mumbled as she stood beside Derek as he pulled her bags from the boot of his car – it only consisted of a small carry on bag, much like a rucksack, and her large gym bag which was stuffed to the brim and Kayla just sighed as he handed them to her – she wasn't exactly materialistic, as long as she had food, clothes and a good supply of horror movies to watch then she would be fine... yet something told her there would be no wifi or telly access in the middle of the bloody rainforest.

But just because she wasn't 'materialistic' it didn't mean she wasn't freaking out on the inside because she was – big time, not knowing what to expect or how to live.

"It's gonna bite me in the ass and haunt me till the end of my days I can just feel it" Kayla added, throwing them over her shoulder, staring into Derek's clear green eyes, "They're gonna hate me you know"

"'They' meaning Stiles" Derek dead-panned, raising his eyebrows, "And no he won't"

"Yes he will" Kayla contradicted stubbornly, cocking her head to the side, "But I get it – I need to go away just... don't cause too much trouble" She warned, trying to sound light-hearted, "I mean it – just because I'm hundreds and thousands of miles away it doesn't mean I still can't kick your ass"

"You can't kick my ass now" Derek argued back, a playful glint retuning to his eyes.

"Can so" Kayla shot back, a small smile working its way to her lips, "Professional ass kicker right here Der"

"In your dreams Kay" Derek replied back, actually full blown smiling for the first time in god knows how long but soon that got washed away as he stared at her seriously, his head tilting to the side.

"I'm gonna miss you" He finally settled on saying, bobbing his head slightly, "Miss you being a pain in the ass that is"

Kayla just chuckled watery, shoving at his chest lightly, "Likewise" She smirked before glancing down at her bags, frowning as she realised with a jolt that Derek had packed, Derek Hale had packed a frigging bag? Surely the world was ending because the Derek Hale she knew had never packed a bag in his life – she would put a bet on it that he had forgotten at least _something_.

"Everything you need is in there" Derek told her, obviously guessing what she was thinking, "Clothes, toothbrush, medicine, uh... other products" He muttered the last part awkwardly, his cheeks tingeing a deep red, "Your cell charger is in the rucksack"

"Uh... that's great and everything but I broke my cell – again" She shrugged sheepishly as Derek just raised his eyebrows in questioning, "I was mad and took it out on the phone, my bad" She just cringed.

"I should have guessed" Derek smirked, "Just... watch out for yourself kiddo" He warned slowly, eyes wide and serious.

"Yeah, don't want to get eaten by crocodiles or gauged to death by wild jaguars – you are aware you're sending me into a minefield right? Surprisingly, I'm pretty sure Beacon Hills is safer"

"Affonso is there" Derek said as if that would make _everything_ better, "He and his people have a camp near the Amazon so maybe a crocodile attack is more likely" He joked, trying to sound more upbeat even though Kayla could see he was beginning to regret his decision about sending her away, "But, seriously, don't worry – I have things covered here"

"That's what I'm worried about" She replied, "Derek... how suspicious is it going to look if I just up and leave the exact same night two people died? The answer to that is very... _very_ suspicious okay? I'm gonna end up like you and be running from cops for god knows how long"

"Trust me – I've sorted it" Derek replied, his eyebrows lowering in that really obvious way, that obvious way which stated that he cleared everything up – how? No blinking clue and Kayla was damn sure he wasn't about to tell her any time soon.

"Okay... okay" Kayla just shrugged, giving up, "So..." She let her eyes trail to the buzz of the airport, people coming and going every which way, "I should probably... go..."

"Wha- Yeah, yeah um-" Derek coughed, straightening out his posture, "You probably should" He confirmed, giving her a definitive head nod and, once again, the awkward silence was deafening.

"So we gonna hug or what and get rid of this tension?" Kayla smiled, wanting to end things on good terms with some people – first Erica and now Derek, she was definitely on a roll.

Derek just laughed, holding out his arms as Kayla slammed into his chest, her and her heavy bags colliding into his rock hard chest, almost sending them both off balance but, Derek being Derek, kept them steady, his arms winding around her back.

It was silent for a few seconds as Kayla bit her lip, trying to stay strong because she never thought she would say this but... she _was_ going to miss him – Derek that was – like... _really_ miss him, miss arguing over little things, their silly little training sessions, hell, she would even miss his over-protectiveness – just stupid little things she would miss but, hopefully, it would get better.

And then Derek whispered something in her ear which settled her nerves greatly and made this whole decision way easier, "I'll look out for them... Tabby and Stiles" He confirmed, nodding his head against her hair, "I won't let anything happen to them" He vowed and Kayla believed him – 100% - because that's who Derek was... a protective person, she trusted him fully with matters like that.

"Thanks" She sniffed in confirmation, pulling back, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes, "I'll see ya around Derek" She sent him a small half smile, adjusting her large gym bag and ruck sack on her shoulders, taking confident strides towards the airport, determined not to look back because if she did then she would surely change her mind, run back to Derek's car and plead with him to just take her back to the hospital so she could see Stiles, try and convince Tabby that she wasn't the monster that, in actual fact, she was trying to protect her from the actual monsters.

But that never happened because she didn't turn back – not even once.

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><p>"Would it be possible to maybe, I don't know, work out a payment plan?" The sheriff asked the hospital insurance lady, Jean, nervously because they were on a budget anyway without having to pay for expensive hospital bills.<p>

"That would be possible" She confirmed, not a strand of blonde hair falling from her bun as she nodded her head, "I understand that this is a difficult time and we don't want these bills to increase your worry"

And she was damn right – it was a worrying time – his son had been shot at for god sake, he could've _died_, and where was the sheriff to look out for his son? Not there to help him – he would take out that gang if it was the last thing he did – judging by the descriptions Scott had given him it sounded like low life thugs, the sheriff already had an EPB out on them.

"Thank you" He muttered, running a hand through his hair, "It's just me and him and... and money is tight enough..."

"It's okay" Jean smiled politely as they sat in her office, her behind the desk, flicking through various amounts of colourful folders, "Looking at your annual wage we could settle for... $339.49 a month... does that sound reasonable?"

Did it sound reasonable? Not really but if he had to choose between tightening his belt or making sure his son got the care he deserved then he would choose Stiles every damn time.

"Yes... yes that sounds fine" The sheriff sighed, "Should we set up a direct debit and-"

"Oh" Jean muttered in surprise, frowning down at her folder, "Well this is very unexpected but it seems like your sons' existing medical bills have been paid for" And the sheriff's eyes went bug eyed, "By a Hale"

"Kayla?" The sheriff asked automatically, not doubting for a second that she would probably do that, pay for the bills, judging by how serious things were getting between her and his son, "How could she afford to-"

"No, no Mr Stilinski – A Mr Hale" Jean corrected, showing him a slip of paper signed by scruffy handwriting, "A Mr Derek Hale" And... wow... what?

"Are you sure there hasn't been some kind of mix up?" The sheriff finally muttered, slowly getting over his shock induced state because what was it with the Hales and giving him coronaries?

"No" Jean confirmed, shaking her head, tapping away at her computer, "It's all official – the amount of $6836.45 has been charged to his credit card and accepted – you must have some very good friends Mr Stilinski" But the sheriff just gaped, still in surprise that Derek Hale of all people offered to pay – why would he do that? How could he do that?

"Are you still sure though?" Sheriff asked, slowly shaking his head, "We tried to arrest the man for murder, he lived in an old burnt down house... how could he afford nearly $7000 dollars?"

"Well he did" Jean just shrugged, "And, in my experience, it's better not to know how and focus more on the why" And that did get Sheriff Stilinski thinking – why did Derek do that? What was his reasons? Was there something going on that the sheriff didn't know about? Probably yes to the last one but he sure as hell was going to find out.

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><p>Kayla had literally just handed over her ticket to one of the airport workers, prepared to take a trip through the terminal before boarding her flight but snapped her head up when she heard someone calling out her name rather loudly, probably alerting the whole airport.<p>

"Kayla, Kayla... wait, wait, wait... just wait a minute" Scott shouted, skidding up beside her, "Don't do this, I'm asking you not to"

"Sir, please back away from the entry way if you are not in possession of a ticket" The female door worker warned, looking like she was about to call over security, "If you don't I will be forced to call security" And see? She was right!

"Okay okay" Scott rushed out, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from the entry way, "Kayla just listen to me for a minute – you don't have to go... remember Dr Deaton? My boss? Well he knows about all this supernatural stuff and he said he could help you Kayla – that way you don't have to leave"

"Could" Kayla highlighted what he had said, "'Could' Scott... not would... do you know how it feels to have killed someone?" She whispered, keeping her voice hushed so no one else could hear, "To feel their life draining away from them? I'll let you in on a secret – not good" She shook her head quickly, "I don't want to go but... but if it means no one else dying then surely it's worth it"

"No" Scott immediately replied making her raise her eyebrows, "I mean yes, yes of course it'll be worth it but not if there's an alternative method – which there is"

Kayla just sighed deeply, giving a slow shake of the head, "I wish I could but... but I can't" She adjusted her bags on her shoulders, giving Scott a one shouldered shrug, "This is best"

"Kayla, please... don't" Scott said, tightening his grip on her hand before she could walk away, "What about school? Your friends? Family?... Stiles?" Scott asked, "I know your mom just wants to make things right and we're all here to help and Stiles, well... it'll crush him" Scott said innocently, his eyes adorably wide, "He's head over heels for you – don't do this to him"

"I'm doing it _for_ him" Kayla exclaimed, breathing heavily, "He got shot because of me and if this whole thing is gonna work out then I need to be able to protect him, not hurt him" She was aware of a few people's eyes on them, watching them curiously, "And... and...and if you can look me straight in the eye and tell me you don't feel any resentment for me at all after murdering someone in cold blood then I will consider your offer" She bargained, watching as Scott raised his eyebrows in shock, his mouth gaping like a fish and that made up her mind for sure – her friends may still be her friends but she still killed someone... how could they forgive her so soon for something as terrible as that? The answer to that is they couldn't and that was okay, Kayla understood.

"Kayla-"

"Scott" Kayla interrupted, taking his large hand in her two palms, "It wouldn't be fair if I just got away scott-free... pardon the use of your name but this is something I have to do" She gave a small lopsided smile, "I don't want to but I have to"

"Flight 292 is getting prepared to leave – terminals are closing, would all those in possession of a ticket please board your flight"

"Scott... I gotta go" Kayla excused herself, beginning to walk away from Scott, "I'll see ya in a bit – and that's a promise"

"Kayla... Kayla, Kayla" Scott called out to her but she carried on walking, showing the attendant her boarding pass and passport, "What am I supposed to tell Stiles?" And that stopped her, making her breath get stuck in her throat because, for the last hour, she had tried not to think about him.

"You're welcome to go aboard miss" And Kayla just nodded in acknowledgement as she swivelled her head around, staring at Scott dead in the eye.

"Tell him to check his voice-mail" She answered cryptically, hating the fact that there was tears in her eyes as she said that before turning around and disappearing down the tunnel, gripping her bags for dear life.

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><p>When Stiles came around later that night, close to one in the morning, he had felt groggy and tired, his movements sluggish yet, thankfully, there wasn't much pain – probably because he was pumped to the brim of pain medication and neurotics – something he was incredibly thankful for right now.<p>

"All your vitals are fine, blood pressure is getting back to normal – any dizziness, sickness?"

"None" Stiles answered immediately, rubbing at his eyes, "Can I go home yet?"

The doctor just laughed, "Not yet I'm afraid – you're still recovering and are incredibly lucky – if the bullet was fired just two centimetre's downward then it would've pierced your lung so just rest up and we can talk about discharge in a few days, how does that sound?"

"It would sound better with some Reese's and hot chocolate" And his dad lightly hit his arm, "What? Just to wash down his words!" He answered defensively as the doctor just chuckled.

"I'll see what I can do" He smirked before exiting the room, "I'm glad you're okay son" His dad said truthfully, patting his shoulder, "I'm just going to phone your grandparents – let them know you're coherent"

"Okay dad" Stiles replied tiredly, nodding his head as his dad left and he lifted up his gown, seeing his side covered in a thick white patch that was being held by a wad of white bandages and he cringed as he began poking and prodding at it, unable to help himself because although it was beginning to throb it still fascinated him – how could something so small cause so much pain?

"Wow Stiles... I know you get bored easily but that will just end up getting infected" A somewhat amused voice commented and Stiles looked up, eyes widening as he saw Scott standing in the doorway, holding up a tired Tabby who sat on his hip.

"Hey Scottie" Stiles croaked out, giving him a smile, "Hey squirt... how's it going?"

"Stiles" Tabby exclaimed, her tiredness suddenly forgotten as she squirmed from Scott's grasp, full on pelting towards him and Stiles only had a second to prepare himself as she barrelled herself onto his bed, slamming herself against his chest, "I misses' you"

"Missed" Stiles immediately corrected, wincing slightly as she nudged his side, unintentionally of course, "Not misses"

"That's what I said – _misses_" She lisped and Stiles just smiled, completely forgetting about his pain as he gave her a one armed hug, "I missed you too trouble"

"I'm not trouble" Tabby said as she pulled back, kneeling beside him, her eyes innocently wide, "Mommy says I'm a good girl"

"Are you sure about that?" Stiles just teased back as Scott pulled over a seat and sat opposite them, "Because I have Santas' number on speed dial... I could call him and-"

Suddenly Tabby started laughing, "Silly Stiles... Santa isn't real" And Stiles just cocked an eyebrow – the kid was five, Santa should be like the saviour to most kids that age, "Kayla said he only gives presents to bad kids and his reindeer are evil aliens" She explaining, playing with the sleeve of his gown, "And I don't want to give carrots to evil aliens when I can feed them to the bunnies"

And Stiles laughed, staring at Tabby in amusement, "Maybe you're right there and, uh, speaking of Kayla... where is your cousin anyway? Is she not here?" And from the corner of his eye he saw Scott stiffen, glancing down at the floor awkwardly and Tabby just furrow her eyebrows.

"I don't know... her and aunt Jody argued and then I fell asleep" Tabby answered simply, "I'm going to go get some gummy bears... I'll get you some too" Tabby exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together as she placed a very wet and childish kiss to his forehead, "Gummy bears here I come" She did the superman pose before darting off the end of his bed and racing from the room as if she were on fire – the little squirt was fast, _that_ was for sure.

"That kid deserves her own show" Stiles commented light-heartedly, watching as Scott just nodded in confirmation, not looking in his eyes and that was when he knew for sure something was definitely up – something that Scott wasn't telling him.

"What is it?" Stiles questioned,"Scott, is everything okay? Did anyone get hurt? Is Allison okay? Kayla, is she okay? Scott, what is it? Tell me!" He demanded, worry lacing his voice as he waited on edge for an answer and he briefly saw his heart monitor spiking, his heart racing.

"Stiles, calm down, everything's fine" Scott reassured him, "I mean... not Dave or Mary but everyone else is fine – Derek cleared up the warehouse, I don't know what he did with the bodies and I'm not sure I want to but it's been sorted... apparently an armed gang of thugs attacked us so, uh, make sure you have your story straight when your dad gets back"

"Did, uh, did Mary die as well?" Stiles asked carefully and Scott just nodded solemnly, "Oh god... this is bad Scott, this is very very not good" He mumbled, his eyes going wide, "Wait, they didn't arrest Kayla did they? Because it was self defence and-"

"No, no, it's sorted, she's away, don't worry"

"Wait... wait, wait... away... away where?" He asked, his heart dropping, "Scott..."

And Scott explained – everything – about what Derek had told him about 'Affonso' – the witch doctor that Stiles had first contacted, the plane ticket, the order to get some help and, worst of all, about how he didn't know when she was coming back.

And it rung a bell with him – he felt like Scott was repeating those words and he had a vague memory of Kayla's voice drifting to his ears but he had thought it was a dream, his delusional mind conjuring up a mad illusion or something but if that was true... if she said goodbye to him when he was out of it...

"No" Stiles muttered, shaking his head in denial, "No... that's not true"

"I'm sorry" Scott just said, "She didn't want to Stiles but she's trying to protect us – protect _you_ and maybe it will help"

"No, because _we_ could've helped her Scott, dammit, why did you let her go?"

"I had no choice Stiles, she's a free woman, what did you want me to do – chain her to the car door?"

"_Yes_" He exclaimed wildly, eyes going wide, "Yes, chain her down, _hell_, knock her out if you have too just don't let her leave"

"She's coming back though" Scott implored as Stiles just fisted the bed sheets in desperation, worry, fear and panic racing through his veins, "She is Stiles... she wouldn't leave you"

"But she has" Stiles said in a broken voice, "She's gone" He muttered to himself, eyes glazing over in realisation that Kayla was miles and miles away from him and there was nothing he could do about it.

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><p>The next few days were rough – and rough was putting it lightly.<p>

Stiles was glad to get home, his whole skin was just itching to get back in his own bed instead of that scratchy white sheets the hospital had and on the fourth day that happened.

He was still sore and achy and in a mood with just about everyone but he was home and that was bound to help right?

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! And wrong again!

Scott helped him up to his room but left rather promptly when Stiles made it clear he was not in the mood for talking or getting watched over – but had muttered that he was just downstairs if he needed anything.

He sat down on his bed carefully, wincing as pain flared up in his side, not knowing what to do with himself as he stared out at the empty room.

His room was kind of untidy and when he adjusted himself on the bed his hands landed on a silky smooth material and, upon further investigation, it was Kayla's navy blue silk crop top that she must've left here one night and that just sent Stiles on another downward spiral.

"You didn't have to go" He muttered to himself, his hand clenching around the material, "Out of all the things I expected from you this was not it" And he let out a quiet cry, biting down on his bottom lip to stop from completely breaking down, "This was not it"

He let out a distressed noise, throwing away the top from him, the idea of having something that belongs to Kayla so near to him making him feel upset and angry all at once, "You didn't have to go... you _didn't_" He said to himself in a much harder voice, "You had a choice and you made the _wrong one_"

"Dammit Kayla" Stiles explained loudly, standing up, winding an arm around his torso as he staggered over to his desk, eyes quickly scanning for anything that may belong to Kayla because, right now, he felt angry – the brokenness he had felt before had been replaced with hot white rage.

"You think you're helping don't you? **Don't you**?" He demanded to the empty air, "Well, newsflash Kalyz, you're not, you're just making everything worse" He added bitterly, picking up some of her maths textbooks she had left from their previous study session and threw them across the room so they hit the door with a loud thud, "God Kayla, why are you acting so selfish?" He added aggressively to no one in particular, his fists curling, "You ran away... you _ran_" He stated in a snarly voice just as Scott threw himself into the room, eyes wide.

"Stiles... what-what are you doing? You should be resting!"

"Don't tell me what to do" Stiles snapped, pointing an accusatory finger in Scott's direction, "This is your fault too, if you had just gotten a _bit_ tougher for **once** in your life then this wouldn't have happened"

"Stiles, I..." Scott trailed off, his face sympathetic, "I... have you checked your voicemail yet? Kayla said she left you a message"

Stiles just let out a sardonic laugh, his face twisting up, "Oh, a message did she? Because a damn voice message is going to comfort me _so_ much" He added sarcastically, balling his fists, "I don't care anymore, I don't care about the excuses or the lies and I certainly don't care about a stupid voice message" He shouted, slamming his fist onto the desk.

"Stiles-"

"Screw you Kayla" Stiles muttered to himself, the anger and heartbreak at getting left behind tearing his heart in two, "I wish I never started to care in the first place"

"You don't mean that"

"Don't I?" He chuckled bitterly, sending Scott the death glare before looking around at the empty room, imagining Kayla was listening in, the hurt making his brain go all fuzzy, not fully realising what he was saying in the heat of the moment, "This pain I feel Scott... the pain at knowing someone I love just up and left because it suited her... it makes me feel like absolute crap" He exhaled loudly, tears blurring his vision, "You hear that Kayla?" He shouted, "I wish I never fell in love with you in the first place... everything would be so much more easier" He muttered tearfully, shaking his head slowly, "I wish you could've just stayed the _hell_ away" And with that he pushed past a bamboozled Scott, an arm firmly wrapped around his torso, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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	81. Chapter 81 - Kayla who?

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"You must be Miss Hale" A voice commented from beside her and Kayla looked up, wiping her brow as she let out a long sigh because _thank god_ she had come across civilisation – eventually.

"Kayla" She corrected, running a hand through her wild hair that was all knotty and covered in leaves and twigs, "Uh... 'Miss Hale' sounds too _bleh_"

A man with light chocolate covered skin came up beside her, holding out his hand, "Affonso" And she shook his hand politely, "I was beginning to think you had gotten attacked by the wild monkeys"

"There's wild mo...?- of course there's wild monkey's" She corrected herself, rolling her eyes, "We're in the middle of a blooming rainforest – what _isn't_ there?" She muttered to herself sarcastically, looking around in displeasure at her surroundings.

When she got off the plane she had to pay for a taxi to take her to the closest village before haphazardly throwing her belongings on her back and over her shoulder before trekking five hours through an overgrown jungle – or rainforest, _whatever_, but jungle was more accurate – following a scribbly map Derek had given her and hoping to god that she didn't get lost because she was super sucky at following directions.

In fact she did have quite a few head scratching moments trying to figure out if she was even _going_ the right way but if the man in front of her was anything to go by then she was in the right place.

He had coloured skin, long black hair that was all braided down his back, a few wrinkles covering his face and if Kayla had to guess she would say he was about... forty, give or take a few years with light beige slacks and a thin purple striped shirt on...

...compared to Kayla whose jeans were torn, vest top and hoody were covered in mud and leaves and her hair was surely sticking on end worse than Einstein's – her usual long chestnut strands were tuggy and now not even long – they were bouncing around her shoulders, probably looking like she had an afro.

The man – Affonso – just smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement and mystery and Kayla just gulped, giving him a careful once over because what if this was just some great master plan? 'Affonso' claims he wanted to help her, to guide her, whatever, but what if he just lured her out here to kill her?

It would make sense – or maybe it was all just some sick joke and, trying to be discreet, she looked around her for hidden camera's... honestly though she would prefer he try and kill her than try and get her on national TV, at least killing her would be direct.

Affonso just chuckled, spreading his arms wide, "Don't worry child – I'm not the enemy here"

"Really?" Kayla chuckled disbelievingly, "Because it seems most people that know about the supernatural world want to kill those in it... what makes you any different?"

"I see the grey area" He replied, "Me and my people don't see supernatural creatures as the bad guys just because they're different – we see them as... protectors" He told her and she sensed he was telling the truth, or at least partly the truth.

"Protectors..." Kayla muttered to herself, eyes glazing over because she had been trying to put it out of her head that people's blood was on her hands, that she was solely responsible for taking someone's life – her breath hitched as she felt herself slumping forward slightly, avoiding Affonso's gaze.

"I know all about that situation, your cousin told me" He explained, his large brown eyes not judging or pitying... no – there was a hint of understanding buried deep in there, "And like I said before, we see the grey area – did you murder someone? Yes" He told her rather bluntly causing Kayla's stomach to churn, "Was it necessary? Completely – now let's not encourage the feral monkeys to attack and let's get going" He took a step forward so he was closer to her, holding out his hand, making her raise her eyebrows in a questioning way.

"I'll take your bags Miss Hale" He said and Kayla just sighed at the name, "I mean... Kayla" He amended, sending her an apologetic glance.

"I've got it" Kayla replied stubbornly, adjusting them on her shoulder even though that offer sounded deliciously good – she had been trekking through the Amazon for the past five hours and these bags were heavy, the red marks on her shoulders proved that but, no, she still didn't trust the guy and certainly wouldn't let him take away the only defence she had.

"If you insist Miss Ha... Kayla" He nodded his head politely, "Let me show you to our camp" He nodded his head for her to come forward so she tottered a few steps forward, looking around curiously – the large tree's made a never ending canopy above them, creating at least some protection from the beating sun shining down on them, there was a constant buzz of wildlife around them in the form of countless insects and chirping birds and, thank goodness, no feral monkeys – yet.

"We're a small camp... around thirty of our people live here though we do share connections with other camps around the area - I am head of this camp with my wife Kian and three sons and we do hope we will be able to help you, my ancestors first dealt with your kind and have since passed on documentation from which we learnt from" He explained, trudging through the overgrown shrubbery, his accent quite thick yet understandable.

"We?" Kayla asked, trying to keep up with his pace though keeping a safe distance just in case he did try something – like try and kill her for example, "Derek and-and uh, Stiles... they said it was just you, that you were the 'witch doctor' or whatever"

"I am" He confirmed in a deep voice, "But of course I train the others in our camp – voodoo, meditation, ancient practises, ceremonies"

"Oh" Kayla muttered oh so intelligently, "So...So I guess you would know about different mythologies, different creatures?"

"Yes" He replied, his pace stopping so Kayla almost collided into his back, "When we get to my camp please excuse their fascination with you – until recently a lot of people believed this tale to be a myth because encantado's are so rare, I wouldn't be surprised if they started treating you like our new queen and saviour"

"Not really queen material – I watch way too many TV shows and do far too many inappropriate things"

Affonso just chuckled deeply, his eyes rich and warm as he extended his hand towards her, palm turned upwards and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow at him as she, unsurely, placed her hand in his, wondering what an earth was going on.

He graciously took her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her fingers.

"A unica encantada" He muttered quietly, "You have it in you to do spectacular things, good things, we just want to help you get there"

"Then thank you" Kayla muttered, taking her hand back, "And I mean it"

"How much do you know about yourself?" Affonso asked curiously, tilting his head to the side, "How much have you experienced?"

"Not a lot" She answered truthfully, "But I guess I got the full set of razor sharp teeth and stupid glowing eyes and, uh, let's just say my boyfriend got the brunt of my sexual advances until I tried it on with his best friend and then his best friends' girlfriend so... uh... I guess it's starting"

"And it's a good sign that you've been able to control it thus far... you must be pretty strong willed"

Kayla just shrugged, not sure how to answer that question when there was so many other things going through her head.

"About before... when I asked if you knew about other supernatural creatures... well, um... can people, special people, predict death?" She asked curiously, needing to know an answer to this question because she had been dying to know for ages – pun intended.

"It's possible" Affonso replied, looking at her curiously, "Certain mythologies have omens of death, their shrill scream able to alert people when another death is about to take place – _screamer da morte"_

"And what does that mean in English?" Kayla asked softly, hanging onto every word he was saying.

"It means banshee" He replied, raising his eyebrows, "They have the power to predict death, feel death – they even have an insight into the spiritual world depending on how advanced they are... why, have you met one?"

Kayla just gulped nervously, praying her ashen face and dreaded look didn't give anything away because, holy frigging god, Meredith was a banshee? She wasn't just crazy? There could be actual truth to her ramblings?

"Um... no" She lied, trying to give him a comforting smile, "I just... saw a film, got curious"

Affonso gave her a dubious look like he didn't fully believe her but Kayla was far too worried to care if he thought of her as truthful or not because holy frigging god... it was true, what Meredith said was true... she predicted it.

How could death be around Derek? She knew their family had died but was this a prediction or an observation? Would more people Derek cared about die? Did he actually have a curse on him? Could it mean he could die too?

And did that mean Meredith saw and felt Kayla dying – she seemed pretty insistent on it when they met, even going as far as going into details about "so much blood"

Was she and Derek just destined to suffer? Was it in their genes?

She didn't know but if there was one thing she was certain of it was that Meredith may be a little crazy but she meant every word she said...

… and that scared the bejesus out of her.

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><p>Stiles rubbed at his eyes tiredly, beginning to see stars as he looked around at his dim room in boredom, beginning to feel a slight ache in his torso as he reached for his pain medication, eagerly popping a couple of pills – anything to distract him from the niggling pain.<p>

So far he had only been out of hospital for three days and he was already beginning to lose it – his dad had taken fewer shifts at the station to keep an eye on him and even Scott had skipped school to kip on his couch, insisting that he wanted to be there despite the back pain that was bound to follow from sleeping there and even though Stiles had been in no mood for company what-so-ever.

He refocused back on his chemistry homework that Allison had brought back for him, saying that Mr Harris wished him a 'speedy recovery even though he was dreading his presence back and that getting shot was no excuse to fall behind on school work' – or something along those lines.

And maybe getting shot wasn't but being thrown into the deep end of all this supernatural crap combined with the gruesome deaths of several people and the fact that his girlfriend had skipped town definitely was in his eyes.

He let out an aggravated sigh, fed up with everything as he screwed the sheet of paper up in his hand and lobbed it at the wall, letting out a small wince as he pulled his stitches slightly, his annoyance only creeping up further – he needed sleep... maybe sleep could bring him some peace...

… of course, but then there were the dreams...

A hesitant knock sounded at the door and Stiles just ignored it, leaning back in his computer chair, running a tired hand down his face – it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the help his friends and dad was giving him, because he did, but at times it could become so smothering and at times like this, times when he just wanted to be left alone, it actually became infuriating.

"Stiles... I know you're in there – can I come in?" Scott's voice drifted through the wood and Stiles just sighed again, screwing his eyes shut to tune out his voice – he didn't want to snap at Scott, not after everything they had been through.

"Stiles... I just want to check in..." Cue another sigh from the youngest Stilinski, "I'm coming in!" And then the next thing Stiles heard was his bedroom door being thrown open and, upon opening his eyes, he saw Scott just raising his eyebrows at him, a worried look shining in his eyes.

"What?" Stiles snapped, a bit more harshly than he would've liked, "I haven't overdosed on my pain meds, no need to keep checking up on me _mom_" He commented sarcastically, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"Stiles... I know you're hurting but-"

"I'm not" Stiles dead-panned seriously, "In fact, any hurt I had has been replaced by bitter rage so no Scott, you don't know that I'm hurting because you don't know how I feel" He told him in a hard voice, his fists clenching around the arm rests of the chair.

Scott sent him a sympathetic glance, shutting the door behind him as if the conversation they were about to have was top secret – like CIA serious - "I do know you're hurting, I can smell it all over you"

"Not creepy at all" Stiles muttered under his breath, resisting rolling his eyes again.

"But once you're better things will have to go back to normal – school, socialising-"

"-Casually fighting off hunters that are trying to kill off every supernatural creature they can get their hands on, you know, the usual" Stiles interrupted with a dubious laugh, "Scott, nothing can go back to normal"

"Because Kayla's not here?" Scott asked rather nervously, raising his eyebrows at him and there it was, there was the tabooed name. Stiles just simply sent Scott a serious look, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Kayla who?" He questioned, rolling his eyes.

"Don't do that Stiles, don't pretend not to care because it's not going to work – it will just make everything a hundred times worse"

"Like you know" Stiles murmured under his breath, ignoring the hurt look that flashed across his best friends' face – well? It was true!... yet, maybe it wasn't – Scott did have his dad walk out on him but still, this was a completely different situation with completely different circumstances.

"You're hurting and don't try and deny it" Scott told him in a warning voice, walking forward and perching himself on Stiles' bed, gazing at him with his warm brown eyes, "Why don't we... you know... talk about it?"

"Talk about what? Kayla is god knows where doing god knows what with god knows who and we're here dealing with the biggest pile of supernatural crap ever known - I doubt a therapy session will help" He said truthfully yet with a hint of bitterness and sarcasticness buried deep in his tone.

"Maybe it will" Scott implored, always thinking positively, "I mean... that can't be healthy" Scott added, nodding his head towards a small pile of objects thrown into the bin that was situated in the corner of his room – Kayla's maths' books, her leftover clothes, Kayla's favourite plaid shirt of his, her writing equipment, a random bangle she had left on his desk a few weeks ago and some other knick knacks that belonged to her, "And if it's effecting your sleep then, yeah Stiles, we do need to talk about it" Scott told him softly, raising an eyebrow at the duvet and pillows that were shoved off the end of his bed.

"_She_ left _me_ Scott – I just don't want to be reminded of her everywhere I look, especially in my own frigging room which was all mine before she came along" He raised his voice slightly, trying to get his point across that he was fine – he just wanted to be left alone, "And as for the sleep... the duvet smells like her, how am I supposed to sleep with that annoying summer-fruit smell clogging up my nostrils?"

Scott seemed stumped for a moment until he finally got control of his jaw again, his eyes soft and pitying, "I don't pretend to be an expert at this but-"

"-Maybe because you're _not_" Stiles interrupted, giving Scott an obvious look.

"_-But" _Scott carried on, as though he had never been interrupted in the first place, "It sounds like you just miss her – which is understandable, in a weird way I do too so I can't imagine what it's like for you but Stiles, seriously... if and when you look past your anger and hurt you'll realise that you just want her back" Scott told him, sending him a small smile as he handed Stiles over his phone, "Don't be stubborn – listen to the voice-mail okay?"

"Why should I?" Stiles retaliated rather defensively, "There's no reason for what she did"

"There's hundreds of reasons" Scott corrected, "And most of them probably include you and... and I heard what she told you in the hospital and if the voice mail is even worth a penny of that then it's worth listening to, okay Stiles?"

"Why? What did she say at the hospital?" He asked curiously, unable to quite remember the words she had said, only recalling her upset voice and the firm pressure around his hand.

"Everything" Scott answered, standing up from the bed, looking about ready to leave.

"Well that narrows it down, thanks Scott" He answered sarcastically, letting out a loud huff of air.

"She explained Stiles... she explained stuff that I wouldn't be able to tell you just... listen to the voice-mail okay?" His friend just sighed sadly, "I'll get some new bed sheets for you and your dad says dinner is in half an hour, that okay?" And Stiles was too busy thinking over everything in his head to really understand what he was actually saying but he nodded all the same.

"Wha- yeah, yeah fine" He muttered, eyes glazing over in thought as Scott trudged from the room and, without much thought, he reached for his phone, biting his lip as he turned it over in his hand, head swimming with both good and bad thoughts.

He honestly thought that by pushing it away, by pushing away his feelings that everything would be okay but in reality it was just getting worse – he was becoming isolated and bitter, something that was so unlike his usual self.

He tried forgetting about Kayla but the more he tried the more he thought about her – it was like a vicious, never-ending cycle.

He was angry and hurt but most of all confused – he just didn't understand _why_! Why she had to travel thousands of miles away when _he_ could've helped her – and he would've done, helped her that was, he would do whatever it took and surely getting shot proved that, proved that he was willing to do anything.

Not to sound big headed or arrogant but he _was_ her anchor – it had been proved hundreds of times over and then some that she needed him just as much as he needed her... why didn't she just let him help?

Then, of course, there was the hurt – hurt that she didn't even wait for him to wake up before doing a vanishing act on him, hurt that although it may have been for the best he still felt like second best and hurt that he never got to say goodbye.

Then, worst of all, the anger.

It had consumed him for the past week, turning him into a raging, bitter, lonely guy – anger at himself, Kayla, Scott, Derek, the hunters, the protectors, hell, anger at everyone really.

And to top it off like a cherry on top – the guilt.

He was human, he couldn't stop much, hell, sometimes he couldn't even protect himself let alone those he cared about but he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could stop his best friend and girlfriend from going off the deep end... well, he may have helped Scott but Kayla was in a bad situation, no doubt about it, and he felt responsible for not helping more, for making her lose her trust in him... he knew the protectors deaths wasn't his fault entirely but that didn't make the guilt go away.

"What do I do mom?" Stiles found himself whispering to the empty air, completely lost, "What am I supposed to do?" But, of course, there was no answer, not even a sign and maybe it was for the best because if someone's voice _did_ answer back then you could count him in as terrified and mortified for, well, _forever_.

His mom was always kind – to everyone – no matter what and he knew that if she was here right now she would lean down and run her hand down his hair and press a soft motherly kiss to his forehead, her gaze never leaving his and she would say 'everyone makes mistakes but, sometimes, people do them for all the right reasons'.

He just knew that would be her advice because that was the kind of person she was.

"Thanks mom" He mumbled quietly, steeling himself as he punched in the numbers on the keypad to take him straight to voice-mail, his heart racing like he was doing the most strenuous activity known to man.

"You have... one new message" The automated female voice told him, "Press one to listen or two to delete" And that was when Stiles completely froze. For the past few days he had wanted to just delete the damn thing, get rid of it out his mind but now...? Now he wanted to listen to it, needed to even, he even craved to hear Kayla's voice no matter how much he told himself he was angry at her.

"To listen to those options again please press three" The voice encouraged and Stiles just sighed, pulling the phone away from his ear and pressing 'one' quite hesitantly and nervously, scared about what he was going to hear, especially after all of the forced thoughts of hatred and anger he had for her the past week.

"Before you hang up on me like I know you want to do right about now just... hear me out... please?" Kayla's urgent voice floated through the phone speaker and, without meaning to, Stiles felt a small smile appearing on his lips because, hand on heart, he really had missed her.

"I, um... I don't know what to say... shocker right? A Hale not knowing what to say!" And he heard her let out a quiet, nervous chuckle, "Well... I guess there's plenty of things I could say but if I start then I won't be able to stop and then I'll miss my flight and Derek will be pissed and... okay, I'm gonna stop rambling now" And at that he did smile watery, his heart strings being tugged.

"The thing is... I really don't want to go" He heard her admit quietly, his own heart clenching, "I've told myself that it's for the best but it doesn't make it any easier ya know? The point is... if I could I would stay there with you... you have to believe that Stiles but... deep down I know that by doing this I could protect a lot of people... especially after, um... the things that happened in the warehouse" And he heard the guilt and grief that lined her voice, making tears prickle his eyes.

"I just... I hope you're doing okay... when I saw you got shot my heart just sunk to my stomach and... and it was the worst thing to witness because you're... _you_... you're not supposed to get hurt... not ever – I know Scott will look after you, and your dad of course... you're lucky to have them you know Stiles and believe me when I say, if I could, I would be there nursing you back to health...I would – there's no place I'd rather be"

"And... and I understand if you hate me, I'll give you a free pass, and if you don't wanna wait for me then that's fine... um... oh who am I kidding it won't be fine, at least not for me... I never thought I would ever feel like this Stiles, feel so... taken with someone and if by the end of all this you wanna break up then I would be devastated... but I would understand, there's only so much a person can take right?"

"So just... be careful, _please_... for your dad... I can't imagine what he's going through right now but, if by some miracle you're still listening to this and not hating me then... I love you... so much... " And just as Stiles was eagerly waiting for more, craving to hear her voice she must have cut off because the message went dead and, instead of Kayla's voice, the automated voice was back.

"To listen to that message again please press one, to return to the home me-"

But Stiles didn't even give the robot woman a chance to finish reading out the options because he had quickly pressed one again, leaning back in his chair and listening to the voice mail on repeat.

And that was how his friend had found him fifteen minutes later, probably expecting to see Stiles moping about in his underwear and refusing to eat or drink anything but Stiles was glad to say that his best friend looked pleasantly surprised.

"Um... sorry... I, uh... didn't mean to interrupt" He said awkwardly, looking at the phone pressed to Stiles' ear, "I just brought some... fresh... sheets..."

"No, it's okay" Stiles declined politely, his change in attitude apparent, "I like summer-fruits" He muttered, standing up shakily and walking over to his bed slowly, Scott helping him move the duvet and pillows from the ground to the bed, "And... I think I'll take a nap... regenerate my batteries"

"Good idea" Scott exclaimed looking relieved and happy all at once, "I'll go, you sleep... just keep sleeping okay? Sleep sleep sleep" He chanted, sounding excited that Stiles was actually beginning to look after himself properly.

Stiles just gave a small smile back, slowly leaning down so he was laying in the middle of the bed on his good side, bunching up the covers to his chest, the smell of summer-fruits drifting to his nostrils.

He still felt hurt and angry – that didn't just magically disappear but he heard the sincerity in her voice and knew she was telling the truth and, finally, he actually saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

**A/N) Sorry this took so long to get up – I've had a few thirteen hour work days recently and ahhh chaotic ha! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I promise the next chapter will be up soon – and I really can't wait to get onto season 3 because OMG, so please please review and I will see you guys next time x :)**


	82. Chapter 82 - Chaos is indestructible

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"Has everyone been welcoming to you?" Affonso asked curiously as he wandered through the tent and Kayla snapped her head up quickly, hurriedly stuffing a photo back into her bag in a rush, shocked at his sudden appearance.

"Has anyone ever suggested you wearing a bell" Kayla muttered to herself, surprised that she didn't hear him coming – hell, she didn't even hear his bare feet padding across the leaves and sticks.

"Light footed – comes with living in the rainforest... so many dangerous creatures you want to keep your bearings with you and stay hidden" Affonso told her truthfully, keeping his eyes locked on hers, "But that didn't answer my initial question" He gave her a small smile, handing her an empty coconut cut in half, filled to the brim with a mysterious liquid.

"They've all been great" Kayla smiled, accepting his offer, "Very nice" She added before cocking an eyebrow at the coconut, obviously a hollowed out hard fruit was their version of a normal, good old American mug, "Uh... what's this?" She tried to be polite and not show her slight disgust – oh, who was she kidding, whatever the hell it was smelt horrible and way too herbal.

"Camomile tea" Affonso replied making Kayla raise her eyes disbelievingly – no way was this camomile tea "Maybe with a few added Brazilian herbs" He amended, quirking his lips.

"Trying to poison me already?" Kayla joked, swirling around the dark liquid in the 'cup', not expecting his serious nod, causing her to gape.

"In a good way" He told her, "In with the tea is Curare – a poisonous toxin that has, in the past, been used as a paralysing poison and used to shoot monkeys from the trees" He explained as though that was the most normal thing in the world to say.

"Okay... still not really understanding what is good with that" Kayla muttered, still swirling around the dark liquid in the coconut shell, the strong bitter smell tingling her nostrils.

"In your culture, your ancestors used this as an ancient form of neurotics – basically, drugs" He explained, taking a seat next to her on a near by hammock, "It didn't cause paralysis or poisonous effects, more of a... a high" He told her, "And this is your first lesson – so we can fully understand how to help you, we need to learn how your body works, how much of you is actually an enchanted one"

Kayla just glanced down dubiously, her face screwing up, "Not to doubt you or anything but... but what if it goes wrong?" She asked, "And plus I kinda have a weak spot for drugs and don't want to get back into that... it took all my effort to pull myself from it the second time and without Stiles here..." She trailed off, pushing thoughts of Stiles to one side because it hurt too much to think about him right now, "I dunno if this is the right way to go"

"It won't be like human neurotics" He disagreed, "It's not addictive – we just need to know how your body reacts to all the Brazilian herbs – which ones are good, which ones are bad so we can figure out a plan"

Kayla just hummed quietly and, for whatever reason, Affonso seemed like a genuinely nice guy and relatively trustworthy... much like a mentor and, even though she had only known him for a few hours, she felt like she had known him her whole life – as bizarre as that sounds.

She really hoped he was right because she wouldn't let herself go down that path again – the first time was bad enough – the endless hospital visits, therapy sessions, the sleepless and pain filled nights and the second time was geared up to be just as bad - the guilt and loss, the feeling that she was failing everyone that she cared about but before she could fall again Stiles had picked her back up and steadied her but he wasn't here now... he was thousands of miles away dealing with a bunch of crazy supernatural shit that was enough to give anyone a headache as he recovered from a bullet wound... how did everything become so messed up?!

Her eyes slid to the photo she had hurriedly stuffed back into her backpack, the image being primarily of her, Allison and Lydia pulling stupid faces at the camera – Allison was in the middle and had her eyes wide open and her mouth slack, Lydia was pulling a duck face, her lips pouted and her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline and Kayla was sticking her tongue out, her head tilted to the side so hers and Allison's heads were touching – it was a stupid photo, just a silly photo that they had snapped but, right now, it really meant the world to Kayla.

She missed Stiles – but that didn't mean she didn't miss her friends too.

"Fine" Kayla sighed, "I guess the quicker we figure out all this crap the quicker I can go home" She sighed once she realised her mistake – she didn't exactly have a 'home' – after what her mom said Kayla never wanted to speak to her again – she had an affair with Peter for crying out loud, lied to her about who her dad was, kept the whole 'enchanted' thing a secret and even though Kayla had tried to move past that all and forgive her mom for all of _**her**_ mistakes, she had practically abandoned her in a rush of agitated and hate filled words because Kayla had done what she thought was best at the time. So no... she didn't have a home because she would never go back to that place, she was done with her so-called '_mom__'._

"I'm glad you agree with me" He told her, holding out his hand, encouraging her to drink, "The taste will be quite bitter and strong, maybe metallic but the more you drink the better" He told her and Kayla just nodded in acceptance because although everyone at the camp had been welcoming, hell, even going as far as beginning to worship her, she needed to be back in Beacon Hills – the sooner the better.

She raised the coconut shell to her lips, gulping down the bitter and strong liquid, coughing and spluttering her way through, trying to keep her head in the game and focusing on getting back to Stiles, picturing all the ways she could make it up to him, trying to help Scott who always had way too much on his shoulders, taking up Allison's offer of teaching her how to use a bow and arrow, hell, even Lydia's countless demands to go shopping with her sounded like heaven right now.

Once every drop was emptied she coughed again, screwing her face up as she felt the bitter liquid burning it's way down her oesophagus, her stomach rolling over as she started to feel sick.

"Uh... not so good" She muttered, wrapping an arm around her torso, "If I hurl it will _totally_ be all your fault" She warned, leaning forward in the hammock she was sitting on as Affonso knelt down in front of her, his eyes shining with concern.

"How do you feel?" He uttered quietly, glancing at her in worry.

"Like I'm gonna hurl" She replied, "Didn't you hear that before?" She asked in a slightly irritated voice, screwing her eyes shut until, suddenly, she erupted into a small giggle fit, shaking her head, "The word hurl is so weird... h-u-r-l-" She drew out, furrowing her eyebrows as she chuckled, "Hurling sounds like curling y'know... and I never really liked that sport, I mean... is it even a sport?" She mused beginning to feel out of it as Affonso just stared at her, his face morphed into thought, "It's like bowling... how is that a sport? I don't think it should be... I mean... uh... I'm just gonna lie down" She smirked, leaning back on the hammock but, not used to the

wobbly and unstable position that a hammock was in, she rolled straight over it, landing painfully on the ground below though didn't feel a thing because, well, she was completely out of it.

"Ow" She chuckled, throwing an arm over her eyes as Affonso gently placed a hand on her forehead, probably checking her temperature but she lightly batted his hand away, muttering out a half hearted "tired" before loosing consciousness.

"I don't know... I don't know... I don't know, I can't understand you" An agitated voice startled Kayla as she peeled her eyes open and found herself standing in the middle of the school corridor in-between the two rows of lockers and not far from the double door entrance. The place was completely deserted – or at least at first glance... through the dark glare of the school she saw a brief outline of someone and furrowed her eyebrows, squinting her eyes as she saw the silhouette at the end of the corridor.

"Hello?" She called out uncertainly, raising her voice over the person's ramblings, "Who's that?" And then she cursed herself because what _idiot_ calls out 'who's there'? - it was like a cliché scene from a horror movie just before the chick dies bloody.

"I mean... what the hell are you doing?" She amended, "And what the hell am I doing in school?" She added in afterthought, looking around in complete confusion.

"He's coming..." The same voice muttered, tottering forwards a few steps towards her, "darkness is coming... drawn like a Beacon... so many screams... so much blood..." And that familiar phrase triggered something in Kayla because, now, she knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

"Meredith?" She called out uncertainly, "What are you talking about?" There was something so mysterious and compelling about the girl that, at first glance, appeared completely insane but Kayla knew she was different, Meredith knew what she was talking about even if she couldn't fully understand it herself, what she said was the truth – she was so engrossed in finding out what Meredith knew that she didn't even bother inquiring about the crazy, deluded dream-slash-vision she was having because curiosity was getting the better of her.

The girl continued to walk forward slowly, stopping a few feet in front of her, the moonlight hitting her face from the window and Kayla was shocked to see tears glistening in her wide, terrified eyes, her expression frozen.

"Just r-remember... remember 't-the one you trust the m-most will kill y-you'" She muttered, reaching forward and grasping Kayla's hand in a tight, almost inseparable, grip, "I-I've told you... I've told you..."

"Not this again Meredith" Kayla said, beginning to get fearful and aggravated, especially since finding out she's a banshee – death was basically her thing, "Stiles isn't going to-"

"Shhhh" Meredith cut her off in a desperate whisper, placing a hand over her mouth, "he's here"

"Who's here?" Kayla mumbled against her hand, feeling her fingers turning white by the sheer force Meredith was gripping them with, "Meredith – what the _hell_ is going on?"

"Darkness" She muttered, "Death...blood..." She turned her fearful eyes to Kayla, "... so much pain..."

"Meredith... relax" Kayla tried to reassure her, "No one is here... nothing is going to happen"

"Don't be so sure about that Hale" A dark and threatening voice uttered, the male voice floating down the corridor, a voice so eerily familiar it sent shivers up her spine, "Chaos is making a comeback"

"No, no, no, no, no" Meredith muttered, trying to tug Kayla down the corridor, "No... not now... not again..." She muttered in a frenzy, desperately trying to pull Kayla away but she dug her heels into the floor, eyes scanning the dark vastness in front of her, "What do you want?" Kayla asked stubbornly, not backing down.

"Chaos" The voice repeated, "I want chaos" She saw a dark outline of a shadow making it's way forward, "Pain... I need the pain..." The voice was getting closer and closer, "And for now... yours will do just fine" Kayla could practically taste the smirk in the things' voice – a voice that she knew, a voice that she knew so well but at the same time knew that it just _couldn't_ be right, her mind was just playing tricks on her.

"You're crazy" Kayla muttered, stumbling back a few steps at the sheer force Meredith was yanking her back with, "And so am I for thinking these things – it's just some whacked out hallucination" She told herself as she gently grabbed Meredith, staring into the girls' eyes, "It's not real Meredith"

"Maybe not" The same voice echoed, a dark and sinister tone evident, "But it will be... this is the way things will end up" And Kayla just shook her head frantically, her heart beating wildly in her chest, "I will be the one in control... and you'll all perish" The voice snarled and the figure stepped out of the shadows, his hands clasped behind his back, forehead lowered, skin pale, dark shadows littered the skin under his eyes, his usual warm caramel coloured eyes were verging on pitch black, irises filled with blood-lust – or, really, instead of 'he' she should really be saying 'Stiles'.

Suddenly, as Kayla was gaping, unable to move or speak, Meredith let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so high-pitched it sent Kayla's mind reeling and her ears ringing as she covered her ears, wincing as pain flared up in her skull because, _damn_, that girl could scream.

He, Stiles, whatever the hell it was that looked like the guy she loved, just chuckled menacingly as though the scream of a banshee just delighted and amused him, tilting his head to the side, "Now now... don't be difficult"

Meredith was beginning to hyperventilate as her wide, terrified eyes met Kayla's and Kayla tried to reassure her, tell her that this whole thing wasn't real – that she was in Brazil and Meredith was back in Eichen House and Stiles was still firmly planted in Beacon Hills but she just... couldn't, she couldn't stop thinking about that _thing... _the thing that pretended to be Stiles.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and that distracted Kayla for a moment, just a moment, as she redirected her eyes to the ceiling, blinking against the bright bulbs that pierced her vision but as quickly as it started it had finished – the lights cut out again, leaving them in almost total darkness and when Kayla focused on Meredith again she saw _**him**_ behind her, his dark threatening posture being immediately flagged as 'dangerous' but before Kayla could even think about doing anything, _Stiles_', _**his**_, _**it's**_, arms shot out and quickly and efficiently snapped the poor girls' neck like it was nothing – like it was a mere inconvenience.

Kayla gasped as she watched Meredith drop like a fly, her electric blue eyes frozen into shock and fear as she crumpled at _his_ feet.

Terror gripped at her chest like a hand tightening around her heart making her head swim and tears blur her vision as she met Stiles' cold hard eyes – no, not Stiles, she had to remind herself that – whatever this _thing_ was it was not her boyfriend – Stiles was sweet and kind if not slightly, and by slightly she meant _a-lot,_ sarcastic, whatever was wearing and using his meat suit was so definitely not the guy she had fallen for – impossible.

"I wanted this to be just between the two of us" He muttered, his head tilting to the side in a way that Kayla had always found adorable – especially if Stiles was confused or inquiring about something, but now that one simple head movement looked sinister and calculating.

"You're not Stiles" Kayla claimed, balling her fists, "This is my fried brain just.. being stupid... you're _not_ Stiles" She added, her voice getting louder and louder, "Stiles wouldn't do _**that**_" She nodded her head down to Merediths' dead body, "_You're not Stiles_"

The _thing_ just stared back, his eyes piercing hers as he smirked, an eerie translucent glow coming from his pale skin, his spiked hair looking intimidating. He didn't say anything, just started stalking forward, his hands still clasped behind his back causing Kayla to stumble backwards too, trying to find her way from the school in the dark but she couldn't breathe properly and her mind was spinning with worry and fear – fear for Stiles, fear for what was going to happen...

"You think you can run from me? _Me_?" He demanded, a hard edge to his voice, "Others have tried... it hasn't worked" And just to prove his point Kayla tripped over something and, as she collapsed to the ground, she hurriedly tried to pull herself back up but made the mistake of looking downwards... downwards into Derek's dead, cold, green eyes.

Kayla let out a small gasp, tears springing to her eyes as she knelt on the ground, arms shaking as she saw blood pooling around Derek, so much blood...

"Too weak to stand against me" Stiles – no, the _**thing**_ told her, "They were all too weak.. too courageous that it was borderline delusional" He told her and Kayla wiped at her eyes, letting out a small sob as she turned around and saw Allison lying on her back, a hand to a stomach wound that proved to be fatal and Isaac just beside her, his head completely bashed in, mouth dripping with blood.

"All of them were foolish Kayla" He said as she let out another broken sob, stumbling to her feet and almost falling over again as she spotted Lydia crumpled against the lockers, completely limp, her dead eyes unseeing, "They thought they could beat chaos... chaos is indestructible"

"Stop it!" She screamed desperately, shaking her head, "Stop it, stop it, _stop it!_"

"**No**!" He hollered back just as loudly, a dark glint in his eyes as he stepped over Derek's dead body, his pace quickening to catch up with her, "This _will_ happen... and so will this" He leapt forward, grabbing her arm and yanking her sideways so she hit the lockers with a bang, crumpling down next to Scott who was lying in a heap, battered and broken.

"You're his weak spot... his clarity... and that I can't have" That thing muttered, bending down to speak to her, "The last thing I need is some lanky human trying to break free"

"Leave them _alone_" Kayla sobbed-slashed-shouted desperately, "They didn't do _anything_"

The thing didn't answer, he just merely grabbed her arm in a tight grip and hauled her up, slamming her back into the lockers as he pressed his body forward, keeping her in place as he raised a pale hand, gently and almost tenderly wiping some strands of wild hair away from her wet face as she stood there, shaking, at the images of her dead friends, forever burned in her brain.

"You smell so deliciously good" He muttered quietly in her ear, his hot breath washing over her cheek, his strong hands moving downwards and holding hers at her side so she couldn't move – hell, she probably couldn't even if she tried, she had no energy left, "The pain... and the fear... you're scared for your friends... for him... it's admirable but useless" He taunted her as she screwed her eyes shut, tears leaking from her eyes, "You can't win... you'll all fall" He added quietly, their chests touching as he tightened the grip he had on her, "You're going to die and he'll blame himself... We're going to kill you" He sing-songed in her ear, obviously referring to both himself and Stiles – the doppelganger twins, "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it" He snarled the last bit in a dangerous and deep voice, his grip around her wrists tightening to the point where she could hear bones snapping and her chest ignited in fireworks of pain, her heart burning, her breaths coming out in quick pants...

…...

… she woke up screaming.

"Yeah?" Stiles called out distractedly, a pen stuck between his teeth as he furiously wrote useless stuff down in his chemistry jotter, his mind somewhere else completely – he vaguely heard his bedroom door opening but was too distracted to turn around – it was either his dad or Scott, no doubt about that because it was _always_ those two that frequented his bedroom now-a-days.

He was getting better – mentally and physically – day by day... he still took moments where he wanted to trash his room and burn the house down (Okay... maybe not 'burn'... but something on a similar scale) but if he ever felt like that he would just listen to the voicemail again and a sort of calm would wash over him... he heard the sincerity in her voice, the note of sorry and regret and even though he was still pissed and hurt he knew she only did what she thought was best – just like when he kept all those secrets from her, the only reason why they were in this situation in the first place.

He couldn't wait for her to come back – just so he could see for himself that she was okay, that she had fixed things and secondly so he could chew her out and tear her a new one, show her how worried and hurt he was... how terrified he was of everything.

A deliberate cough made him spin around in his seat, expecting to see either a worried best friend or frantic dad but, no, what he saw made his eyes widen and stomach drop.

"Erica... wh-what are you... get out!"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist Stilinski, I won't be long" She announced, slamming the door shut behind her, "I want to be here just as much as you want me to be"

"Then go" He winced as he stood up, splaying his hand out over his torso, "I mean it Erica... I'll... I'll..."

"You'll, what? You look like you could barely kill a fly" She chuckled sarcastically, "Just hear me out"

"No" He replied defiantly, shaking his head, "No way, not after everything-"

"That's why I'm here" She interrupted him, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "Keeping an eye on you"

"Why?" Stiles asked, a slight snarl in his voice, "You're just a vindictive stuck up newbie wolf – and selfish, can't forget about that" He thought he briefly saw hurt flare up in Erica's eyes as she listened to him but just a second later it was gone, making Stiles think he was just seeing things.

"Fine... _if_ you don't want my help then... _fine_!" She declared and Stiles just glared at her, silently telling her to just go, get the hell away from him and she got the hint, thankfully, spinning around on the spot and strode towards the door.

"Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out" He called but before the door could slam, Erica was back in his room, glaring at him.

"You know what Stiles, this isn't about you – I'm keeping an eye on you, meaningless threats or no threats"

"Why... **why**? Give me one good reason why you would even _care_"

"Because-" Erica blew out an aggravated breath, looking like the next thing she was going to say would be painful – like razor blades stuck in the throat painful, "_She_ asked me to"

"She who?" Stiles asked, completely bamboozled as Erica just quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed, clearly saying 'duh, who do you think dumb ass' in her head, rolling her eyes.

"No way" Stiles claimed, shaking his head rapidly, "Kayla hates your guts even more than I do... especially after the other week when you, oh yeah, _kissed me_... she wouldn't ask for your help"

"Well she did" Erica contradicted, "I'm not saying we're new BFF's and gonna braid each other's hair but I hate her slightly less than I did before... that and you're just a measly, weak, lank-"

"Geez thanks, flattering descriptions" Stiles interrupted sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"You're human" She dead panned, "You can't exactly do much so we're all keeping an eye on you - me, Derek, Boyd, Isaac and-"

"Isaac?" Stiles chuckled bitterly, "Like I want help from him, he can shove it up his a-"

"Stiles, let it go" Erica told him bluntly, "So what, he lip locked with your girlfriend, big deal" She shrugged as Stiles glared at her for the _fabulous_ reminder, "So if you want, throw a hissy fit, act like an idiotic five year old for all I care but we've gotten our orders... orders from Derek to keep you safe so just accept it and move on" Erica gave him a stern look, "Goodbye Stilinski... stay outta trouble" And then she was gone, blonde hair flying out behind her.

Stiles just blew out a huff, feeling aggravation running through his veins and, not knowing what else to do, he threw his pen at the door – a bit of a useless offence but he was seriously getting pissed off.

Why would Kayla suddenly just call 'truce' with Erica? It made no sense – he felt her anger and it was pure and raw... not something a simple apology could amend so, seriously, what the hell was going on?

**A/N) Phew... sorry for the late update, hectic life ha but I hope y'all liked it – Kayla's trip to brazil with dive into the fire, more about encantados and banshee's, even future storylines as seen here (ha – nogitsune Stiles, dont kill me :) ) so I hope you all liked and please pelase review, they mean the world and are so motivating, so you fabulous readers, I shall see you next chapter :) x**

**Also, I'm updating 'bedroom adventures' regularly and have published a pres-series fic if you want to check it out x :)**


	83. Chapter 83 - The 'not-so-good' reunion

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"Stiles... _Stiles_... ahhhh" Kayla heard herself screaming at the top of her lungs as she flailed around on the ground, limbs flying every which way, "Derek... Scott... _no_, no leave them alone... _**Stiles**_" She found herself shouting loudly, body flooding with worry and grief, eyes wet with unshed tears as her hands clung to her chest desperately, as if double checking there was no more heart gripping pain or hot sticky blood.

"Kayla... Kayla..._ Miss Hale_, you're fine" A deep, familiar voice commented and Kayla peeled her eyes open, veins still running with fear and pain as Affonso grabbed ahold of her shoulders, gently shaking them to wake her from her delusional nightmare, "Miss Hale, focus, you're fine" He repeated again as she quietened down her screams, looking around in a frenzy.

"But...but...Stiles" She croaked out desperately, "He... and Meredith... they're all dead, he-he killed them..." She whispered, quickly looking around in panic, "I-I need to go... I have to go" She muttered, stumbling to her feet as Affonso clambered up after her, "I have to save them..."

"Miss Hale... Miss Hale" Affonso called out after her as she made her way through the tent, legs weak and wobbly as the shock came and went and in its place was left a churning pit of worry and fear in her stomach, slowly spreading through out her body, "Kayla..." she heard Affonso call out in a desperate plea and that stopped her in her tracks, her whole body freezing up.

"There's no need to leave... I believe I know what's going on" He told her in a calm and collected voice as Kayla spun around, her green eyes sparkling with tears.

"Then what the _hell_ is going on? Because I just saw the bodies of all my dead friends and Stiles, he... he killed..." Kayla bit down on her bottom lip as she remembered Stiles' cold, heartless, emotionless eyes, the sound of Meredith's neck snapping, Allison and Lydias' limp bodies, Derek's empty eyes, Scott's blood... everything was assaulting her memory making it hard to breathe – it was like she was reliving it all again, being back there... oh god, what if that happened? Oh god... what if they all died? What if they were all dying now?

"Listen to me" Affonso commanded softly, his hands landing on her shoulders again, his deep brown eyes drilling holes through her own, "Those herbs I gave you... they must have triggered a certain type of vision far beyond what any normal person can understand"

"Just stop talking in _riddles_" She exclaimed, her voice going higher pitched in pure frantic worry, "My friends they... they were killed and I need to stop it" She said in a determined voice, trying to pull away from him, "I need to go and help them and-"

"-And you will" He insisted, pulling her back, "What you saw was real... at least to a certain degree" And Kayla just blew out an aggravated breath, confusion and fear evident on her features, "Encantado's were powerful creatures – clever, dark, scavenger creatures but powerful none the less, they had a sixth sense of sorts – similar to banshees – they can sense, or on some occasions, _see_ what the future holds"

"So... So what I saw... that's going to happen?" She asked meekly, her posture slumping as the full force of what she saw hit her – her friends deaths seemed far too imminent now.

"Maybe" He replied mysteriously, guiding her over to a near by hammock, "From what I've gathered encantados minds are incredibly complex yet twisted but, yes, the main idea is real but the finer details are less... less accurate" He told her, his face sympathetic yet curious, "May I ask what _exactly_ you saw?"

Kayla's heart skipped a beat, her friends dead eyes haunting her mind as she placed her elbows on her knees, heels of her palms digging into her eye sockets as a stress headache assaulted her, making her head spin.

"I... I..."

"It's okay, take your time" He advised, placing a gentle hand on her knee and Kayla looked up slowly, tears glistening in her eyes as she met his curious gaze, "I was at my school... it was dark and M-Meredith was there-"

"Is Meredith your friend?" Affonso interrupted, obviously wanting to get all sides of the story.

"No" Kayla shook her head, "She's a resident in a mental institution" She explained, "That's why I asked about banshees before – because I think she is one"

"You met a banshee?" Affonso demanded, his eyes going wide, "What did she say?"

"It's what she _didn't_ say" Kayla muttered, "She told my cousin that 'death was all around him' and... and in the dream she was warning me about someone... or something... something dark..." Kayla gulped, nervously intertwining her fingers together, "And then I saw them – all dead... just lying there... their eyes... it was like they were telling me I didn't do enough... or that-or that I could've saved them" She muttered the last part of her sentence, trailing off in a quiet voice, still trying to get her head around it all.

"What aren't you telling me?" Affonso asked gently as Kayla met his gaze, her heart pumping furiously as he caught her out on her lie – or rather, lack of information, "Something else happened... I need to know..."

"Uh..." Kayla said cleverly, her mouth going dry as she realised she would have to face _that_, "Nothing" She stated, immediately forgetting her own fear and worry as a burning feeling of protection flared up in her stomach – she didn't want to paint Stiles as the bad guy, she needed to protect him... no matter what the cost.

"You can tell me" He claimed in that deep voice, "Together we can figure out what this message means and what the banshees words could uncover" He added, tilting his head to the side, "Don't you trust me?"

"I've known you for, like, an hour... doesn't exactly spark a trusting relationship" She snarked, even though her gut was telling her that 'this man was good, this man was trustworthy' her head was warning her to 'be careful, tread lightly'.

"Trust your gut" He encouraged, leaning forward and taking a hold of one of her hands, clasping them together, "Your instincts are good – you can feel a wide spectrum of emotions, of intentions... tap into that well of power... open the gate and _feel_ it" He told her and Kayla just gulped, not fully concentrating because she needed to get home or at least _warn_ them – bloody hell.

"Look... I appreciate your help but-"

"Feel it" He told her, ignoring her protests as he gripped her hand tighter, "Listen to my voice and feel what your body is telling you"

"My friends are in danger, don't you get that?" She demanded, her frustrations getting the better of her, "My cousin, my boyfriend, for god's sake-"

"Use your own emotions to spark it" He encouraged, completely ignoring her, "Allow those wavelengths of truth to penetrate you, _feel_ Miss Hale"

"Look, I don't have time to-"

"_Feel_ Miss Hale" He demanded softly, his grip getting tighter around her hand and that was when Kayla exploded – she felt responsible for looking out for them, her friends, Derek, Stiles, seeing them like they were made her feel hollow and empty yet full with worry, her heart hammering in her chest.

"_I can't_" She shouted, frustration leaking from every pore in her body, "And for the love of god it's **Kayla**" And as she screamed that she felt a wall falling down around her, imaginary at least, a tingle of sorts erupting in the pit of her stomach – much like a jingle, reminding her of Christmas day and somehow she just _knew_ he was telling the truth... how? She would like to know too but she did trust her gut and it was telling her he meant well.

"See?" He asked gently, "You're more powerful than you know... and that's why you must stay – it's safer for you and those you care about"

"But... what if something happens?" She asked, quickly shaking her head, "What if that vision is happening now and-"

"I need the full story Kayla" Affonso insisted, giving her a sympathetic glance, "I can help – we can help... knowledge is invaluable, especially in situations like these... tell me" He added and Kayla met his eyes, her body deflating.

"Stiles... he, uh... he wasn't himself" She started off saying, her stomach dropping to her feet as she felt that monsters' hot breath on her ear, his hands causing nothing but pain, "It's like he was possessed or something... he killed them all and then promised to kill me" She explained, heart gripping with grief, "Just like what Meredith said"

"Wait... the banshee predicted that?"Affonso asked, dropping his unfazed appearance, his eyes going wide, "What exactly did she say Kayla? This is _incredibly_ important, I need to know what she said" And the seriousness and severity in his voice shocked Kayla – while she was freaking out he was the calm one, the level headed one taking control of the situation and now he looked as though the walls around them were crumbling apart.

"Just what I said... that Stiles was-"

"_Exact words_ Kayla" He interrupted, sweat breaking out on his forehead, "What was her exact words?"

"Um... 'that the one you trust most will kill you'" She replied, foot beginning to bounce up and down nervously, "And that I won't reach my eighteenth birthday" And she watched as realisation dawned on Affonso's, his whole posture rigid.

"Why are you looking like that?" Kayla asked cautiously as Affonso met her gaze, looking at her like she was already dead and he had to put the last nail in her coffin, "Why are you looking at me like that?" She corrected her sentence, "Do you know something I don't?"

And Affonso knew he should tell her the truth – that was what he was supposed to do, as a trainer, a leader, a witch-doctor – it was his duty to look after his trainee's, to guide them, help them and as he looked into the girls' clear green eyes he just... couldn't.

He always told the truth – no matter what – but he knew that it wasn't his duty to inform her of her fate this early on, as a witch doctor he recognised the importance of letting things take their course – things always happened for a reason... they would just have to wait to find out why.

"Nothing" He lied, well aware that he was sweating and looking pale, "Banshees can get confused easily, especially ones as fragile as your friend" He informed her, standing up shakily, "As for your vision... don't fret over it" He told her, even though he knew she had every reason to fret over it, "Sometimes visions have a completely different meaning to what you think" And that was true except, in this case, the meaning was straight forward – something dark would come to her home town and threaten the safety of those she cared about and herself... she mentioned the banshee within the vision? A death omen – for sure!

"Affonso... wait, wait" He heard her calling out as he turned around, preparing to leave, overcome with emotion, "Do-do you think they'll be okay? My friends?" She asked and Affonso internally winced, sensing a lot of loss in this girls' future, "What's going to happen to Stiles?" And he wanted to answer her truthfully so badly but he knew that the negatives far outweighed the positives – if he breathed a word he could change the whole course of the way things were supposed to turn out and that could just make things a hundred times worse... a lot more people could die.

He met her gaze again, softening his stare, "I'm sure they'll be fine for now... the threat that you explained is a while off, that much I know, as for your partner..." He trailed off, well aware he had to choose his words carefully, "I sense a lot of struggles in his future" He told her truthfully, walking forward as Kayla's eyes filled with pure raw worry again as he gently took her palm, staring curiously at the lines on the palm of her hand – it was an ancient practice, that you could see a whole person's future just by these simple lines on one's hands yet what he saw made his whole body freeze.

"He'll escape the darkness" Affonso said, nodding his head as he saw Kayla let out a visible sigh of relief, "Of course, things can change quickly" He warned, trying not to get her hopes up, "He'll need you all to be there for him" And tried not to gulp at the word 'all' – not all of them would be and that could be detrimental.

He dropped her hand rather quickly after that, refusing to inspect any closer, the feeling of dread spreading through his veins as he used his secondary sight to delve into the girls' life – past and present... whatever was going to happen sometime down the line, could be months, could be years, surely involved darkness... lots and lots of darkness and pain, but the darkness was most evident – Affonso felt it prodding the walls of his mind, tainting him almost and refused to spark that inside her, at least... not yet.

"So... what are you saying?" She asked him and Affonso steeled himself, feeling like a failure already.

"I'm saying that things always happen for a reason... and everything will work out" He said, partially telling the truth as he gave the girl a reassuring smile, "Try and get some rest, you've had a long trip, we'll start the lessons tomorrow" He requested, nodding his head in a formal goodbye before exiting the camp-site – or a better explanation would be a tent... a tent made up of rickety planks of wood and animal skin but to him it was home.

He increased the speed of his footsteps until he was at the fire where, overhead, was a skinned boar turning, cooking – that was their dinner for tonight. Affonso blew out a breath, catching his wife's eye from across the camp who just raised her eyebrows in a questioning way, silently asking him what was wrong but Affonso didn't know how to answer.

Well... how could he?

He turned his head around, watching as Miss Hale – no, sorry, _Kayla_, she hated the name 'Miss Hale', looked around the tent, obviously lost and still worried about her friends and family back home and he couldn't blame her one bit.

But he was more concerned about her right now and was using all his self restraint to control himself in not slipping her the truth, that Meredith was one hundred percent right – as banshees usually were - and that if self preservation was important to her then she should stay well away from Beacon Hills and that boyfriend of hers but something told him that, even if he did tell her, she would do the complete opposite.

He just hating losing them young.

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><p>"Right, that's it, stop tailing me" Stiles called out in an aggravated voice, spinning around on the spot on the deserted side-walk, "I'm going for pizza, not out on a danger quest" And raised his eyebrows expectantly as Erica and – <em>oh joy <em>– Isaac appeared behind him, smug looks on their faces.

"Just looking after our investment" Erica shrugged, cocking her head to the side.

"Investment?" Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "Do I have a price tag on my head now?"

"Boyd thinks you're so fragile that you're bound to injure yourself one way or another – there's $300 riding on this experiment"

"$300? Experiment? _Seriously_?" He asked exasperated, "You're wasting time being my own personal group of stalkers for $300? I'll give you double that to just leave me the hell alone"

"No can do Stilinski" Isaac grinned, chamming on chewing gum as Stiles gritted his teeth at the taller boy, "Derek will tear us a new one if we don't – I never knew a _normal_ highschool boy could warrant this much level of protection" He commented sarcastically and sardonically, emphasising the word 'normal' probably just to make Stiles even more wound up.

"I don't – so _go_" Stiles waved his arm out in front of him, "Go back to your caves or wherever you've set up camp, I'm fine"

"For now" Erica grinned slyly, "You are aware there's more out there right? More protectors?" And Stiles just glared but nodded all the same, "Yeah – no thanks to that _girlfriend_ of yours they're even more riled up"

"Erica – shut up" Stiles dead-panned, "That wasn't her fault"

"What show have you been watching?" Erica scoffed, "You see, from _our_ perspective, she killed mommy and daddy dearest while her psychotic father murdered little baby Brian... no wonder they're flooding into Beacon Hills"

"They're here for the Kanima" Stile glared at her, "Now leave me alone and don't pretend you're trying to help – you were going to kill Lydia!"

"Honest mistake" Isaac smirked, shrugging lightly, "No harm done"

"No harm do-? eurghhh" Stiles let out a frustrated noise, rolling his eyes, "Go away" He demanded, striding away from them but he heard footsteps behind him and knew they were still tailing him.

"I didn't know annoying you could be this fun" He heard Isaac comment and gritted his teeth, wishing he had his trusty bat to just beat the guys' head in.

"And I didn't know he looked quite this good from behind" Erica laughed and Stiles just sighed, walking even faster away from them.

"You know Stilinski... just accept we're here to help, it will make everything easier" Isaac advised and Stiles scoffed loudly, spinning around on the spot.

"You're here for a stupid bet and because your big, bad Alpha ordered it, not for any other reason" He said bitterly but watched as varying expressions flitted across the teenagers' faces and just snorted at how transparent they were being right now.

"Wait... that's not just it is it?" He questioned, putting them on the spot, "You're hiding behind those reasons – no, Erica you're here because of whatever hopeless thing you feel for me and Isaac... you're here because it was what she wanted"

"She who?" Isaac asked, looking completely bamboozled and just as he was about to start laughing, probably just to humiliate Stiles, Stiles met his gaze and said "Kayla"- as simple as that.

"What? No!" He scoffed, pointing a finger at Stiles, "You're an idiot Stilinski – I don't care what she wanted, I'm here for Derek"

"Stop lying" Stiles huffed, "You care... at least a little bit"

"You're wrong there"

"Am I?" Stiles chuckled disbelievingly, shaking his head at his rival, "So toffee popcorn and mint choc chip ice cream means nothing to you?" And watched as Isaac's eyebrows shot to his forehead in shock, "Because Kayla still claims that's the best homemade pudding in the history of the world – something I didn't get, still don't, but you do don't you Isaac?" The boy seemed completely thrown off by Stiles' observation, his jaw going slack as Erica watched closely, folding her arms across her chest,

"Erica... move on" Stiles advised, "You're a new person, there's plenty out there for you but that doesn't include me and Isaac... I used to be so jealous of you" He chuckled to himself, "Still am – but I guess it's better for you to care about her than to not give a rat's ass" He sighed to himself, shrugging light-heartedly, "I'm not strong enough to help everyone – it's nice to know that you'd have her back if push comes to shove" And Isaac was sending him a confused glance, a protective and dubious glint shining in his eye, "So you two can choose to pretend _not_ to care but, truth is, you do" He stared between the two, "And that's why you're here" He concluded, obviously stumping the two with his rather deep speech.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel a meat feast coming up" He told them before screwing his face up in realisation of what he had said, "I mean a pizza – _just_ a pizza, no giant gay orgy's are involved – purely mouth watering pleasure" And damn, he was just as bad as Kayla at times, "I mean – ah, screw it" He muttered, turning around and striding away from them, smirking to himself in triumph as he heard footsteps behind him – obviously he was still helluva annoyed at the fact that they were following him around like a lost puppy but satisfaction over-rode that feeling because he was right... they did care... they weren't that heartless after all.

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><p>"I called for back-up" Stiles heard Derek insisting as he got thrown back into the wall next to Stiles, Scott and Allison trying to clamber up too as one of the protectors from out of town hit Erica around the head with a metal barge pole, knocking her to the ground.<p>

"I think we'll need a lot more than 'back up'" Stiles quoted sarcastically, staying seated on the ground in the empty warehouse (yes, a warehouse _again_), fearful to aggravate his bullet wound any more even though it was healing away quite nicely, "A blooming army would be more useful" He added, just as Isaac leapt through the air in full werewolf mode but, before he could sustain any real injury to the group of protectors, he got zapped by a stun gun, sending him straight to the ground next to Erica.

"Great... just _fantastic_" Stiles nodded, winding an arm around his torso as he tried to pull himself up, "You better have a plan Derek" because, god knows, did that man ever have a plan... on anything? Still, Jackson hadn't been contained and Peter had miraculously returned from the dead... Derek's plans just didn't pan out – at all.

"I do" Derek huffed out, "I called for back up" He only further insisted just as the large row of windows opposite them cracked apart, glass raining down in a shower of glitter as a body got thrown through the air before slamming to the concrete many, many feet below before rolling over god knows how many times in a row and Stiles just winced, mentally thinking 'ow'.

"_That's_ your back up?" Stiles asked Derek dubiously because, no offence, getting thrown through fifteen foot high windows wasn't a good start though he soon found himself biting his tongue as the figure, whoever the hell it was, flipped to their feet, immediately kicking out and sending one protector flying through the air and straight into the pillar, knocking him unconscious.

Stiles now recognised the figure as a girl dressed in dark khaki pants and a fitted green V-neck T-shirt, decked out in a pair of boots, similar to the army style, with shoulder length wild, choppy hair that obscured most of her face.

The girl, whoever she was, ducked an oncoming attack, her arms latching onto the protectors jacket as she flipped him over her shoulder and he landed with an ear-splitting 'crack' though was obviously far from done as she bent down quickly, grabbing a fallen pen knife and, without even taking proper aim, had spun the knife through the air so it managed to hit another female protector right in the shoulder blade – not enough to seriously injure her but enough to cause a hell of a lot of pain.

Stiles gaped, his eyes widening as he watched this girl kick some serious ass – knocking back protectors like she was just swatting flies away and even when one of the last men standing jutted his arm forward, stun gun in hand, Stiles really thought it was game over but, no, he was wrong again because as the lasers came in contact with her skin she just flinched like it was nothing and knocked the mans arm away, her right fist swinging out and swiping him across the jaw, swiftly followed by a series of punches that sent the man tumbling to the ground below, completely dazed.

"Uh..." Stiles just gaped, looking around at his friends who were wearing exactly the same expression as him.

"You sure know how to make an entrance kiddo" Stiles heard Derek speak up, small smile appearing on his face as he slowly walked forward and Stiles frowned... what? What was going on?

The girl relaxed her defensive stance, choosing to run a hand through her shoulder length choppy hair to clear her vision and... wait a minute... that looked all too familiar... far too familiar...

"You called" She said, turning around to meet Derek, "So I came" And then Derek engulfed her in his arms and Stiles literally couldn't move... or speak... or think... after all his worrying and fretting, his own feelings coming under turmoil, all it took was a stupid phone call from Derek to bring her back? No way... no frigging way...

"Better late than never" Derek smiled and that shocked Stiles even more because...since when did Derek smile? He pushed himself to his feet, his jaw beginning to clench as he looked sideways at Scott and Allison, taking in their gob-smacked appearances and to Erica and Isaac who just watched the reunion with careful eyes, as though unsure what to do.

"Sorry – we were blowing up at monte caburai, had to trek back and then I missed my flight and... long story" Kayla just shrugged, still looking like his Kayla only a lot more controlled – well, that and the hair cut as Derek raised his eyebrows in a questioning way, "Blowing horns – not each other" She corrected with a slight chuckle, "So... what have I missed?"

But before anyone could utter a word – Stiles exploded.

"I'll tell you what you've missed" He shouted incredulously as she swivelled around, shock lighting up her features, obviously unaware that he was there, "_Everything_ – it's been over a month Kayla... A _month_" He raged, his fists balling as she stepped away from Derek, her expression soft compared to a minute ago when she looked fierce and deadly, "And you think it's okay to just waltz back here like nothing happened?" He demanded, shaking his head.

"I didn't expect that" She replied, "Stiles-"

"_No_" He shouted, interrupting her, "No way... you can't do that, you can't leave and then just when I'm beginning to get used to you being gone, come back... you _can't_"

"Stiles, just cool down and we'll-"

"Me cool down? _Me cool down_?" He demanded, getting hysterical, "I'm cool – at least I was until you showed up again" He said without even thinking, watching as hurt flared up in her eyes and her posture slumped, "You know what... I can't do this" He shook his head, "I'm not doing this now, no way" He muttered, flinging out his arms in a very final way before huffing out an angry breath and striding away.

"Stiles, wait I-"

But he cut her off by slamming the large metal door to the warehouse shut behind him with a bang.

**A/N) OOOOOOH – ha, dont worry, stayla will be back shortly after they have time to figure things out and also, in the next few chapters, there will be flashbacks to what happened in that month between Beacon Hills and Brazil – so hope y'all enjoyed and please please review, so motivating, and I shall see y'all next chapter :) x **

**Also... a little foreshadowing with Affonso there, ooooooh... but that's for season 3 MUHAHA x :)**


	84. Chapter 84 - Clean break

**Teen Wolf does not belong to me – a massive and thankful shout out to toridw317, Luna888, AlexS-95, VampirePrincess11, BriancyyD, neverforgetme12, MateriaGirl16, Kayela-Brown-1228, AmyRoxx123, TWS4 and Ayine for reviewing – you all rock so much, enjoy this chapter :) x**

"Stiles, wait... I..." Kayla trailed off helplessly, letting out a tired sigh as the door stayed shut yet it vibrated against its hinges, trying to stay together at the sheer force Stiles had slammed it shut with. She honestly, hand on heart, didn't know he was there – she just got a call from Derek requesting her presence back in Beacons Hills _if_ she felt she was ready (A.K.A not going to have a total breakdown and/or go breaking more people's necks – she could read him like a book) and she felt like she was... or had been at the time.

Over a month she was with Affonso and his clan, a month living and surviving in the rainforest, dealing with mosquito's, killer piranha's, alligators, the beating sun and dealing with no chocolate – which was, by far, one hundred times worse than hunting down deadly anaconda's and vampire fish... hell, the only thing she _didn't_ encounter in that murky water was sharks which was a bit of a let down but, hey ho, couldn't see everything right?

It was in that month she realised how inexperienced she was – she could deal with the werewolf gene because, well, she grew up around werewolves, she knew how they ticked, she knew the tricks and the trades but learning all the information that Affonso had given her about encantado's was mind blowing.

Learning about her ancestors (who was utter dicks by the way), trying to control the natural instincts in her, using all her energy in 'focusing' and 'concentrating' whilst she mastered what she was really capable of and, oh yeah, almost dying a few hundred times... couldn't forget about that.

"_Remember what I told you" Affonso warned as they trekked back through the rainforest, heading towards the nearby village so Kayla could get a taxi to the airport to return home, "No matter what happens, or who tries to work their way into your pack, don't-"_

"_-Don't trust them, yeah I know" Kayla nodded, "But you still haven't told me why you're warning me... or how you know"_

_Affonso's eyes just darkened as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "Call it intuition – and common sense – if people learn of the banshee, the encantado, the alpha and the beta's are congregating in Beacon Hills then it's almost guaranteed you'll all be seen as threats and, for lack of a better word, exterminated"_

"_What are you, part dalek?" Kayla joked even though she knew he was holding back something – he knew things that he wasn't prepared to tell her... and a part of her thought that maybe it was better she didn't know, "But, yeah, I get it... be careful"_

_Affonso sent her a brief smile before his eyes got that guarded look in them and Kayla dropped the subject – knowing it would do no good to push him any further._

"Damn" She muttered under her breath, biting the inside of her cheek as she felt, _really_ felt, how hurt and betrayed he felt – even after he left, stomping off to god knows where, it still left an impression in the base of her stomach, an uncomfortable tingling sensation spreading throughout her veins.

She wasn't going to lie – as soon as her eyes fell on him and she saw the pure frustration burning in his honey brown eyes, her heart skipped a beat as she flashed back to the monster in her vision and, she hated to say it, but she saw the similarities between the two – his rigid posture, glaring eyes, how what he was feeling actually made her stomach churn... it did stump her for a moment.

"_How can I stop it?" She asked Affonso, holding her head in her hands, "Make it **stop**"_

"_You have to focus Kayla" He encouraged, towering over her as pain throbbed across her skull, black spots appearing in her vision, "The only way to stop the pain is to control the emotions – put up a wall, block out what the others are feeling before it consumes you"_

_Kayla sucked in a deep breath, trying to push past the pain and imagine a wall coming up around her, blocking out the rays of pure, raw emotions of others than came zig-zagging to her, straight into her mind, but it was hard, incredibly hard... trying to stop feeling what others felt? It required a lot of effort, effort that sometimes she got too tired to use._

In fact, trying to master that ability was still the hardest out of all them – her charm speak? No problem, it came naturally, her voice coming out soft and lulling, all it really required was putting belief into her words and the use of intense eye contact.

"_Try it" Affonso encouraged, pointing to his grown up son who stood in front of them, looking completely unfazed, "Males are naturally susceptible to a seductress's charm, you could say they're an easy target"_

"_And you're okay with this?" Kayla asked, cocking an eyebrow at his son, Pedro, who just shrugged lightly, smiling at her – he was always the friendly one, "of course" He replied, his accent thick, english not quite as good as his fathers, "What is the word? __'__Help__'__, I believe, I want to help" He said honestly and Kayla just __nodded, sucking in a breath as she allowed her eyes to glow bright green, focusing on making her voice velvety and convincing, believing in her words __as much as possible__._

Of course, it was tricky, all of it was tricky – not a day went by she didn't wish her relatives weren't crazy dolphin people who abducted women but, hey ho, she promised herself she wouldn't complain – she was stuck with the genes now, may as well put them to good use in protecting her family and friends.

She just stood there, posture defeated as she heard her friends beginning to walk forward, their curious voices hitting her ears as guilt ate her up inside, especially after knowing she had hurt Stiles in one of the worst ways possible.

She turned around, blowing some short hair away from her face, "Well... I really screwed up that huh?" She muttered to no one in particular, sighing loudly but, not wanting to make a scene, she just shook herself off, rushing forward to grab Erica's forearm, helping the blonde girl to her feet.

"Hey... steady now, that guy bashed your head pretty hard" She warned, stabilising her, "You okay?"

Erica met her eyes cautiously, like she was unsure if she was _actually_ Kayla offering her help, "Uh... yeah... totally cool"

"You'll heal" Kayla told her, opening a pocket on her pant legs and pulling out a wad of bandages, "Here – use this to soak up the blood until you heal, don't want you bleeding to death now do we?" She let out a forced chuckle, pressing the bandages into Erica's hand.

"Who are you and what have you done with Kayla Hale?" Erica muttered, "The girl who wanted to rip out my throat not too long ago?" And Kayla's eyes just glistened lightly as she sent Erica a knowing look.

"Um... thanks for, you know, looking out for him" She choose to say, ignoring Erica's blatant question, "It means a lot" She smiled at the girl who looked back, confused, "Now, seriously, bandages – clean up the blood, it will help a lot" She ordered in a doctor-y way before abruptly turning around on the spot, pushing the thoughts of Stiles from her mind, trying to be strong in front of her friends, not willing to break down and admit defeat, "Now, seriously, what have I miss- _oomph_" She muttered as Allison collided with her, almost sending them both sprawling.

"I missed you" Allison muttered in her ear, "Things have been hectic and crazy and I really wanted to call you but I couldn't and now Jackson is the Kanima, Matt is a creep and Peter used Lydia to bring him back from the dead and now-"

"Wait... _WHAT_?" Kayla shrieked, pulling back from Allison's hold, eyes frenzied as both Scott and Derek winced, as if they weren't ready to tell her all that quite yet, "Jackson? _Jackson_?" She demanded, her voice going considerably higher, "And I _knew_ there was something up with that kid apart from his freakishly good hair and _Peter did __**what**__?_!" She practically screamed, "I knew there was a reason he went mute" She muttered furiously under her breath, shaking her head, "And that's why he encouraged me to go wrestle with an alligator" She added in after thought, remembering how he applauded Affonso's crazy ass plan to test out her strength on an eight foot bloody Alligator, insisting it would give him the 'last ghost entertainment he would experience" - and now she finally knew what he meant.

"You wrestled with an Alligator?" Scott whistled, looking mildly disturbed yet appreciative.

"Peter's _alive_?" She shrieked again, completely ignoring poor Scottie and causing everyone to cover their ears with their hands, "That _bastard_" She fumed, scrunching her face up.

"Yeah..." Allison nodded in confirmation, "But I'm just glad you're back" She smiled but Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, her mind going over all the hints Peter had dropped about his plan – hints that she was too idiotic to pick up on, "I'm going to kill him... where is he?" She demanded, spinning around in a circle, "That devious, good for nothing smart ass" She raged as Derek walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Kay, relax, we'll sort it" He told her before his eyes got soft and caring, a sympathetic glint shining in his pale green orbs, "Hey, uh... how about you take five minutes, we'll deal with them" He jutted his head towards the fallen protectors, "And then after we'll properly fill you in – no details spared"

"I don't need '_five minutes_'" She quoted heatedly, "I am calm" She insisted but was one hundred and ten percent sure no one believed her, "I'm _calm_" She emphasised, widening her eyes to create this innocent look she had perfected over the years.

Derek just smiled back briefly, "Nice to know you haven't changed Kay" He whispered before looking towards the warehouse entrance, his eyes softening considerably, "But, seriously, go find Stiles... the kid looked pretty heartbroken" And that one statement brought her back down to earth with a bang.

She bit her lip, looking towards where Stiles had stormed off to, her eyebrows knitting together as she remembered how betrayed and angry he looked, "Honestly, we've got it here" Derek said, tucking some hair behind her ear, "Go get your boyfriend" And Kayla looked up, meeting Derek's gaze, slightly shocked that he had referred to them as a couple – he had never done that before.

"Uhhh... okay, yeah sure" She muttered, nodding hesitantly, "I'll just, um-" She pointed behind her, "Go" smiling awkwardly, already dreading the confrontation that was bound to come next.

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><p>"Stiles?" She called out rather hesitantly, her eyes immediately zeroing in on him sitting on a bed of leaves, leaning back against a tree trunk, his forearms resting on his upraised knees as he stared at nothing in-particular, chewing on his bottom lip. He reacted to her voice, lifting his head up to meet her gaze, giving her an impassive look before he went back to glaring at the ground as if he was blaming it for all his problems.<p>

"Go away Kayla" He muttered, keeping his head down, "I'm not in the mood"

"I know you're not" She replied, feeling the sting of how fed up and betrayed he felt, "But... I don't think leaving you here to stew is such a good idea either"

"As if you would know" He spat out bitterly, his foot angrily kicking out and hitting a pile of dead leaves, "You left – you have no idea how I felt... how I _feel_" - if only he knew how wrong he really was, she could feel how hurt he was, how mad, yet she also felt hope buried deep underneath that outer layer, giving her some faith that he didn't hate her entirely, "I mean it... just... just _go_"

"No" She replied stubbornly, walking forward slowly as the trees creaked above her in the wind, the moonlight shining through the tops of the trees creating eerie shadows on the ground, "I wanna put this right – I wanna put _us_ right" She implored gently, meaning it fully because knowing Stiles despised her at this moment actually felt like a knife to the heart.

"You're the reason '_us_' is like this" He shouted back at her, pulling himself to his feet, eyes wild, "We could've worked through everything if you had just stayed Kayla" He told her, shaking his head, "But instead you ran"

"I didn't _run_" She exclaimed desperately, beginning to get het up, heart racing.

"You _ran_" He insisted, his face twisting up, "And that was something I didn't think you would do – _ever_..." He shook his head at her and for once Kayla was glad there was a good few feet between them at this moment, memories of his evil twin pressing to the front of her mind, "I made mistakes – I shouldn't have lied to you and I definitely shouldn't have kissed Erica but I felt bad about it, it made me sick to think of hurting you... but you don't seem to care" He muttered the last bit in defeat, eyes gleaming with tears.

"I care" She whispered, throat breaking, "I didn't want to go to Brazil but... but Derek was right – if I had stayed other people could've been hurt, I could've hurt _you_ and I couldn't let that happen"

"Well, it didn't work, you hurt me" He said with a humourless chuckle, spreading his arms wide, "Congratulations Kay, you failed"

"I'm-I'm sorry" She muttered, dipping her head slightly, "I'm sorry for everything...I really am"

"No you're not" He said, "This past month I actually saw some light at the end of the tunnel, I thought that when you came back we could go back to normal but..." He shook his head sadly, meeting her gaze.

"I wanted to say goodbye" She whispered, her voice floating through the still night air, "But maybe it was better that way... a clean break" She added tearfully, coming to the conclusion that Stiles was far too hurt to even _think_ about forgiving her.

"Maybe" He agreed, though he sounded bitter, "Urghhh... _dammit_ Kayla" His fists curled, "Why do you make me feel like this? Why do you make me want to still keep caring even though I'm trying to hate you?" He questioned angrily, starting to stomp forward, "Make me hate you... what do I have to do to make you make me hate you, eh?" He demanded, getting closer and closer to her as she stumbled backwards a few steps, her back hitting a tree, "_For god sake Kayla_ just stop it, stop trying so hard, stop being so understanding... be a Hale" He started shouting, looming over her, his hands finding their way to her wrists, his fingers tightening around her dainty joints "Be a selfish, arrogant Hale and make me want to never lay eyes on you again" His hot breath was washing over her and she could feel the fury in his voice, she could feel by the way he was gripping at her, his hold around her borderline painful, "Please just... just do something" He muttered, his hands dropping her wrists that flared up with pain, palms of his hands now holding the sides of her face as he leaned his forehead against hers, eyes boring into her own, "Make me stop loving you" He whispered and Kayla bit the inside of her cheek, desperately trying to stop from crying because seeing Stiles look so desperate and heartbroken? It made her whole body scream with agony, second hand hurt tearing through her gut.

His hands threaded into her hair as he pushed her back into the tree, his body pressed against hers tightly, "Please" He whispered, body shaking and Kayla hated to say it but he was acting a little terrifying right now – the way his eyes seemed wild, out of focus even like everything that was happening was beginning to take its toll on him, how his hold was just that _little_ bit too tight, how, for no apparent reason, she felt claustrophobic with him keeping her still despite the fact she knew he would never hurt her, he wasn't capable of that – _yet..._

"Stiles..." She whispered, closing her eyes briefly, about to push him away because he was acting a little crazy right now but, before she could, she felt his lips smash onto hers, his hands tangling themselves in her short... well, _shorter_ hair, his chest pressing against hers as he clung to her like there was no tomorrow and Kayla just... froze.

First he was ignoring her, then he was shouting at her, then accusing her that she never cared at all in the first place before almost _pleading_ with her to make it easy for him to stop loving her and now he was kissing her... Kayla almost sobbed at how confused he must be, hell, how confused he _was_ – she could feel how raw his emotions felt and that threw her off balance, making _her_ confused.

His lips were moving over hers quickly as Kayla just stood there, not sure what to do because she knew he was acting a little off... he was confused, stuck between his feelings and she got that... but she also got that they needed a little time apart, time to get their head around things, time to adjust and he was just kissing her because he was lost, unsure what he was really feeling.

"Stiles" She mumbled against his lips, her hands pushing at his shoulders lightly, "It's okay... it's okay" She reassured him, allowing her eyes to cloud with tears as she saw how unsure and heartbroken he really looked, his guard slipping away, "Just say it... say it" She whispered as Stiles' face crumpled, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he shook his head slowly, dread filling his features.

"I-I can't" He muttered, bottom lip quivering as he shook his head, his hands dropping to the sides of her neck, his hold now gentle and not as tight as before.

"Yes you can" She encouraged, her hands gliding around to the nape of his neck, "I get it... and so do you... I know you do" She added gently, "It's two words Stiles... two words that you _need_ to say"

His eyes met hers, his face paler than she had ever seen before as he glanced down, his posture slumping, "We're... we're over" He whispered croakily, wet eyelashes brushing against his cheek, looking uncertain until he picked his head back up, staring at her dead in the eye, "We're over"

And Kayla just felt herself nodding in acceptance, a ball of hurt erupting in her stomach yet she realised it was for the best – at least for now.

"Okay... okay" She muttered, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips, trying to hold back her tears because she needed to focus on other things right now – focus on trying to stop Jackson, the protectors and on top of that the crazy hunters... after they sorted out _that_ then they could sort out _them_... and she would, she would fix them, no matter what.

"I'll sort this Stiles" She promised, nodding her head at his heart broken look, "I'll fix us – I promise" She vowed, using her thumb to wipe a tear from his cheek, "Whatever it takes" She added, pressing another kiss to his cheek before letting him go, side-stepping around him, now fully prepared to give him some space that he very obviously needed.

She kept her back turned as she strode away from him, not really sure where she was going, only knowing that she needed some space and definitely knew Stiles needed his.

When she was far enough away from Stiles she allowed the tears to pool in her eyes because she didn't need to be strong anymore – she put on a brave face, allowing herself to believe that everything was okay, that everything would be alright but now she wasn't so sure.

She leaned her shoulder against a near by tree, fingers wiping away her tears because _what an idiot_ she was being... it was mostly her fault this happened, she had to take responsibility for it.

"Stilinski's an idiot" A familiar voice said from out of nowhere, "If I had ahold of someone like you then I wouldn't let go – least of all over an extended vacation" Isaac smirked, appearing from a thick cluster of trees though his eyes seemed... soft, "You okay Hale?"

"Never better" She chuckled ironically, "And were you listening the whole time?"

"Nah" He waved his hand in front of him, "Only since he started loosing the rag over how you, apparently, didn't give a damn about his feelings"

"So... basically...since the start?" She asked, letting out a loud snort.

"Basically" he confirmed unashamed, emerging from the tress fully so the moon shined down on him, "Mind you... it was kind of hard not to hear"

"Whatever" Kayla muttered, sniffing loudly as she wiped at her eyes again, gathering her composure, "I've gotta go" She muttered, excusing herself.

"Hale, wait" Isaac called after her but she carried on walking, wrapping her arms around her torso as the chilly night air assaulted her bare skin, wishing she wasn't wearing just a T-shirt, "Kayla" She heard Isaac shout and that made her stop, turning around and meeting his eyes curiously.

"Look... I get it, you hate me, I don't blame you but just... hear me out?" he requested, walking forward slowly, "I... I didn't know you had a drug addiction, if I had I wouldn't... I wouldn't have taken you down that road... it just felt so good to be back in control of my own life again – my dad had controlled it but for the first time in years I was back in the steering wheel, I had power... I guess I got a bit cocky"

"Just a bit" She muttered back sarcastically, staring into his sincere deep blue eyes, "But... what's this all about?"

"I just want to fit in" He shrugged, "I took the wrong approach but I'm trying to make up for it now..." He trailed off, looking like an innocent little eight year old again, "I just want to be your friend" And... wow... he actually meant it – she sensed how truthful he was being, borderline desperate actually, but there was no hidden agenda's (at least that she could feel) and here he was, the boy she knew was buried underneath that arrogant façade that he hid behind... she knew he wasn't that far away.

And Kayla had no more room for hate or bitterness – she had wasted a lot of that on Erica for no reason and was fearful she could end up doing that with Isaac – holding grudges was her weak point, one she was determined to fight.

"Then friends we are" She sent him a small smile, about the only one she could muster up at this point.

"Really?" He asked in shock, "Because I honestly expected you to slap me... _again_"

"The night's still young" She joked, walking over to him, "Just... don't try and kiss me again – other than that I'm sure things will run smoothly"

"Deal" He smirked, walking along beside her, "And anyway, I think this could be cool, all of us working together, kicking ass... we would make a pretty good team you know?" And Kayla just smiled briefly, falling back into silence as they walked through the woods, not really sure where they were going.

"You know, Derek's not all that bad to live with like you said... he likes to boss people around and-"

But her arm shot out and latched onto his, interrupting him and stopping him mid step, her whole body slipping into 'alert' mode.

"What? What is it?" He whispered, eyes darting around nervously.

"Didn't you hear that?" She asked back quietly, hand tightening around his forearm, "That noise?"

"What noise?" He asked in bewilderment, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I'll take that as a _no_" She mumbled, rolling her eyes as she scanned their surroundings, trying to quieten down the sound of her racing heart, striving to focus.

"Kayla, there's nothing th-"

"_Shhhhh_" She cut him off in an agitated voice, narrowing her eyes, ears straining to pick up even the slightest noise, "Shut up"

"You shut up" Isaac replied back, "You're the one talking" He added childishly, making her roll her eyes – _boys_.

"Don't be smart" She warned, gripping at his wrist just in case they had to run and as a few seconds went by Kayla begun to think she really _was_ loosing the plot, the night's emotional turmoil finally taking it's toll... that was until she heard the familiar sound of a gun being loaded and clicked into place in the distance and... holy crap... what now...?

"Okay... I definitely heard _that_" Isaac mumbled, gulping loudly and, without even thinking, Kayla shouted out a loud '_duck_', dragging Isaac to the ground and just in time too as shots fired overhead as they got ambushed.

**A/N) Muhaha, sorry not sorry – so... what did y'all think? There will be lots of Stayla in the future but they need to go through this rough patch first – I hope you all liked and please please please review, they mean the world and is great encouragement – see you next chapter :) x**


	85. Chapter 85 - Something lurking below

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"What the _hell_?" Kayla heard Isaac exclaim through a mouthful of dirt as they both face planted the ground, desperately trying to avoid the onslaught of gunshots that fired overhead, only narrowly avoiding missing them, "What is _happening_?"

"We're getting shot at – _obviously_" Kayla sassed, eyes flitting around for the source of all the commotion – she vaguely saw faint outlined shadows behind a cluster of trees and gulped, wishing more than anything that guns were not involved – guns were harder to fight, harder to run away from.

"Oh, _really_? Wasn't like I could tell by all the _bloody_ noise Hale"

"Then don't ask stupid questions" Kayla snapped back, quickly crawling across the ground to reach a near by tree, pressing her back against the trunk and breathing heavily, Isaac not far behind her as he slumped down just across from her, his eyes as wide as saucers. After a few more seconds and a lot of ear splitting sounds being heard, the gunfire abruptly stopped making Kayla raise her eyebrows.

"Why would they just stop?" She mused to herself, her eyebrows furrowing, "It doesn't make any sense – we're easy targets"

"Speak for yourself Hale" Isaac fumed, his eyes glowing bright amber, "I'll show them who they're dealing with" And just as he sprung to his feet, looking ready to attack, Kayla grabbed his wrist and hauled him back down next to her and just in time too as several more shots got fired in their general direction, hitting the trees just behind where they were crouching, bits of bark being thrown aggressively at them.

"Don't be such an _idiot_" Kayla chastised as Isaac pressed his back against the tree, their arms brushing together as she threw him a stern look, "They can see us, we can't see them _and_ they have guns with bullets that travel as quick as lightning, do you _have_ a death wish?" She demanded in a hushed whisper, heart racing in her chest.

"No" He shot back quickly, "But what do you propose we do? Sit back and get a bullet between our eyes?"

"I'll put a bullet between your eyes if you don't shut up and let me think" She snapped back, the shots quieting down making Kayla believe they, whoever the hell they were, were just buying their time, playing the cat and mouse game, biding their time, enjoying the sick pleasure it obviously gave them.

"Hale, just-"

"_Shhhhhh_" She cut him off in aggravated voice, clogs in her mind turning quickly as she peaked out behind the tree, calculating distances and theories, possible escape routes and plans of attack – if any were possible – knowing that they had a severe disadvantage cowering behind an old oak tree.

"Women are so infuriating" She heard Isaac mutter under his breath angrily but tuned him out, eyes zigzagging rapidly – if they could find a weak spot in their defence then they may have a chance to fight back, but that was unlikely considering they were most likely outnumbered and the darkness that settled over them like mist made it nearly impossible to see clearly, except for the moonlight that shone down on them but even then that was limited – the thick canopy of trees blocking most of it out.

No, they only had one option if they wanted more than a one percent chance of survival – run and hope for the best. Now, Kayla wasn't a runner, she was a fighter through and through, it was embedded far too deeply in her genes to think otherwise but spending a month away made her more... controlled? She was still impulsive, just not as much as before, managing to work out things in her head before she did them.

"We have to run" She whispered, facing a shell-shocked Isaac, "They're coming from the north-west and judging by the way the bullets are embedded in the trunk behind us they have at least forty percent of that area covered with men, now if we run south east then that just gives them clear sight to where we are, but if we go-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down Hale" Isaac muttered, shaking his head, "You're talking a ton of crap that I don't understand a word of" He said as Kayla sighed loudly, quickly letting go of her aggravation as she heard heavy boots trampling over the dead leaves, straight at them, "They're expecting us to run away from them, but if we run towards them and dodge to the right, heading to the east then that gives us an advantage"

Isaac just cocked an eyebrow, looking slightly impressed yet lost all the same, "I still say we fight and rip their heads off"

"No one is ripping any heads off" Kayla said, slowly pulling herself to her feet, back pressed tightly against the trunk, "At least... not yet" She amended, knowing her plan could go wrong and they would have to fight to escape but there was no other choice – if they fought, how long would they honestly survive against god knows how many guns and armed men? She wasn't stupid, she knew the odds.

"I knew there was a reason I liked brunettes" Isaac smirked, probably just to get under her skin and it worked as she threw him a glare, her eyes narrowing.

"Chestnut actually you colour blind _moron_" She hissed between her teeth, hearing the footsteps get closer and closer and, not wasting anymore time, she grabbed Isaac's sleeve, pulling him forward yelling 'run', taking off faster than lightning.

He stumbled behind her put soon had found his footing, running along just behind her and she dropped his sleeve – he was a big boy, he could look after himself and plus if he fell Kayla didn't want to get tugged down with him, incapacitating them both and vice versa.

The attackers, whoever they were, Kayla didn't recognise them from anywhere, seemed a bit shocked at their choice of direction – exactly as Kayla had predicted – and before they could run full fledge into the line of men armed with hefty looking rifles and hand guns, Kayla veered to the right, flying past them in a flurry of limbs, Isaac bringing up the rear.

This part of the woods was familiar yet slightly disconcerting – the trees were huddled a lot closer than usual, roots clogging up the ground making it hard to remain steady footed as they ran full pelt but, somehow, they managed not to fall over or crash into each other as they dodged the trees in the dark, seemingly popping out of no where.

Kayla's legs and lungs ached as she pushed herself forward, not daring to stop or look back as she heard more shots being fired in their direction, hitting the trees around them but, thankfully, avoiding them.

But that could only last so long.

Kayla skidded to a stop as she heard Isaac let out a roar of pain, his body colliding with the ground, rolling over painfully as he came to a stop and Kayla looked ahead of her nervously, seeing the shadows of their enemies creeping towards them faster, their heightened cheers making it obvious they were delighted in bringing one of them down, and then she looked behind her, the escape so tantalising she could almost taste it but knew she couldn't leave Isaac – apparently they were on good terms now, that and she knew he was a good person deep down, she couldn't just leave him for dead.

"Oh, screw it" She muttered, racing back towards him and skidding to her knees, grabbing his shoulders to haul him into a sitting position.

"C'mon Lahey, it's a bullet, you'll heal" She encouraged, trying to take his hand, "But we won't if we-"

"I can't" He gasped, face screwing up in pain as he grasped his right shoulder, blooding coating his pale long sleeved shirt, "It's a-It's a wolfsbane bullet" And Kayla gaped, "Or at least a coated wolfsbane bullet, I can feel it in my blood already"

"Oh... this is not good, this is so not good" Kayla muttered to herself, eyes falling on the wound that, now, was definitely fatal, especially if it was Wolfsbane, "Okay, okay... just let me think-"

"There's no time for that" He gasped, trying to stay upright, "I'll just slow you down – you go one way, I'll go the other and-"

"No" Kayla refused shaking her head adamantly, hearing twigs and branches breaking as the enemies got closer and closer, "We stick together and that's final" She stated in a hard voice, "And no arguments"

"Women" He muttered under his breath, "But you're signing you're own death here Hale – I-I can't fight... I feel as weak as a kitten" He warned just as the group of men broke through the barrier of trees keeping them guarded, eager smiles lighting up their faces.

"Oh bloody hell" Kayla cursed, standing up slowly as seven guns were pointed at them, bearded and slightly psychotic men glaring at them, "Two hours – I've been here _two blinking hours"_

"Two hours too long" One snarled, smirking at her as he pocketed his gun, the other men doing the same, following his lead, "Now I wonder what we can do with you two... Oh I wonder..."

"If you're going to kill us just get on with it and stop stalling" She blew out a puff of air, holding her own, "You're voice is enough to send anyone running off a cliff"

"Sassy little thing aren't we?" He chuckled mockingly, the others doing the same, "But, no offence sweetheart, you look about one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet – punching above our weight are we?" He continued to stalk forward, obviously thinking she couldn't fight back, just run.

Kayla rolled her eyes just as Isaac groaned, holding his shoulder in pain, "Come a little closer and we'll test that theory" She demanded, her eyes narrowing as he got within a few steps of her, "And, for the record, it's one hundred and sixteen pounds actually" And with that she kicked out, lifting her leg high in the air and successfully hitting his oesophagus with her heeled boot, sending him flying backwards, choking for air, "wanna retract that statement?" She asked sarcastically as the other guys gaped for a few seconds before gaining their composure, their stares hardening.

"Isaac, get a head start, get Derek, he'll know what to-" But she had to stop mid sentence as another bulky guy charged at her, causing her to quickly sidestep and duck, avoiding his curling fists that swung at her desperately.

Another guy charged at her and Kayla just ducked, causing the stranger to fall over her and then she stood up, throwing his body over hers so he crumpled in a heap on the ground. The bearded guy that she had side stepped threw a kick at her torso, causing her to stumble backwards, gasping for breath, feeling her stomach groan in pain, slight dots blinding her vision.

But she had to regain her bearings quickly as another man ran full pelt at her, his hands trying to grab her but Kayla was quick and slid inbetween his legs, flipping to her feet behind him and jumping on his back, grabbing his neck and tightening her grip, causing him to flail around in terror at loosing his air supply but Kayla just held on tighter, even when he slammed her back into a tree, one last desperate movement to dislodge her but it didn't work – the guy soon crumpled to the ground, unconscious, a bruise already forming around his thick neck.

Her back ached, her stomach fought desperately to just empty it's contents, but she stumbled forward slightly, ducking another blow that came at her from out of nowhere.

She heard a battle cry of sorts just to her left and risked a glance, seeing the guy she had kicked in the oesophagus angrily use the butt of his gun and hit Isaac over the head repeatedly until he slumped to the ground, blood pouring from his wound.

And for some reason that just angered Kayla even more – they were doing nothing, minding their own business and they get herded like sheep and almost gutted like one – it wasn't right, it was so totally stupid.

A large hand grabbed her forearm and yanked her forward, throwing her head first into a tree trunk and Kayla just groaned, head splitting in two as stars covered her vision, everything out of focus.

"Contain her" She heard hollared and the next second felt hands grabs her arms and legs, hoisting her into the air as she struggled wildly despite the pain coursing through her body, knowing that whatever they had planned was definitely not good – she had to get back to Derek, see if Stiles was okay, she had to-

She gasped in pain as the grip on her ankles got tighter, the man holding her deciding it was a good idea to twist her ankle to the side just for laughs and she furiously kicked out, body flailing even more as she tried to escape their iron wrought grip.

"You're a feisty one" A voice commented and Kayla just narrowed her eyes at the man she had kicked in the throat and the one who had knocked Isaac unconscious, "And I admire that – I do"

"Again, your voice, cliff, you see where I'm going?"

The guy just narrowed his eyes, his posture rigid as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head backwards as Kayla coughed, gasping for breath.

"Enough of your smart words kid" His hot, rotten breath washed over her neck as he leaned down to talk in her ear, "Just because I haven't killed you yet it doesn't mean I won't" He warned and Kayla just bit her lip, ignoring the way his breath felt on her skin, their hands felt on her.

"Dose her up – don't want the feisty thing kicking and screaming the whole way there" And that statement, of course, made her try and struggle her way out their grasp even more, whole body flopping around like a fish out of water because 'drugged up'? That did _not_ sound good, in fact, she would rather they just try and kill her... she wasn't prepared to deal with this yet.

It took another two men to come and keep her as still as possible as the drug, whatever the hell it was, was administered into her hip, knocking her out immediately.

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><p>A sudden surge of shock and fear ran through Kayla's body as she woke abruptly to the sensation of ice cold needle pricks prodding every inch of her skin and when she opened her mouth to let out a shriek of surprise, nothing came out, but something cold rushed down her throat, her breathing stopping.<p>

She flailed about for a moment, vision blackened out as she kicked upwards, desperately trying to reach the surface of the freezing water and when she did she gasped in some air, still kicking about madly, not knowing where she was or what the hell was going on.

"What... the... hell...?" She choked, looking around madly, "What the _fuck_?"

"I should be the one saying that" Isaac managed to get out, his eyes bugged, "I thought you were dead Hale"

"What's happening? What's going on? What the actual frigging fuck is frigging going on?" She demanded, kicking about, trying to keep herself afloat in the subzero water, wiping at her eyes to clear her vision and look around.

"You... you didn't come up for air, I thought you had drowned-"

"_Isaac_" She interrupted him, meeting his wide eyes stare, "I'm fine" She stated, "But what is happening?" She questioned, leaning back against a limestone crumbling wall that was rounded, about twelve square feet in diameter and then looked up, seeing the wall go on for ages, at least a good twenty feet high and Kayla could see a sliver of the moon over head. She kicked out, keeping a hand on the ridge of the wall as she calmed down her racing heart, "It looks... It looks like we're in a _well_?" She asked, surprised, glancing at the dark, murky water that they were in, dead leaves and insects buzzing about on the waters' surface. "Please don't tell me we're in a well"

"We're in a well" Isaac confirmed, looking around dauntingly.

"_Great_" Kayla said sarcastically, "If we don't drown then we'll freeze to death... that is if we don't dehydrate first" She grumbled, her fist curling around on the ridge of the wall until Isaac groaned, his head slumping down slightly and Kayla looked at him... no, _really_ took a look at him – he was pale and shaky, body sweating even though it was bloody freezing, dark patches smudged under his eyes and, wow, he looked _terrible_.

"Isaac?" She called out hesitantly, trying to stop her chattering teeth, "How you doing over there?"

"N-Not so good" He muttered, meeting her concerned gaze, "But it can take up to forty eight hours to kill me right? We have time"

She didn't want to crush the poor boys hopes but, maybe, they had fort eight hours, her best guess would be at least half of that – if they were lucky, "Maybe" She settled on saying, floating over to him and grasping the other wall for stability, "Now take off your shirt"

"Th-That's a bit forward is it not?" Isaac chuckled tiredly, "I get it, we're dying, one last rendezvous and all that but-"

"What? No!" She exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "I may be able to help stop the poison spreading – _maybe_ – but it will hurt like a bitch"

"I like my option better" He replied bluntly and Kayla just raised her eyebrows in a 'really' way, cocking her head to the side as the boy just smirked but started struggling out of his shirt, looking like it took all of his energy to just do that simple task but Kayla helped tug it from his body, throwing it over a ridge on the wall, trying to keep it as dry as possible even though it was futile – they were in god knows how many feet deep of water, they were soaked to the bone.

"Bad?" He asked quietly and Kayla just gave him a reassuring smile even though she was wincing inside – that was one powerful wolfsbane bullet that's for sure – the skin around the wound was red and gaping, black veins beginning to run from it but Kayla tried to remain optimistic – Derek would find them, he would know they were missing and track their scents... he would, she had to believe that.

"Nothing that someone as amazing as me can't fix" She joked, trying to lighten up the situation as she reached down, pulling a zip lighter from her pocket that, thankfully, was working and then a small pen knife from the side of her boot, brandishing them like they were something nice and sweet such as flowers and chocolate.

"Whoa, no way" Isaac shook his head, "That is not a good combination"

"It will keep you alive longer" She replied bluntly, "Now keep quiet and stay still – I know what I'm doing"

"I sure hope so" Isaac muttered as she lit the flame, making the metal on the knife burn bright red and ultra hot, "Oh god, you're going to kill me"

"I will if you don't stay still – a simple slip could pierce through your chest bone and rupture your heart" A pale blank look stared back at her, "But don't worry"

"Don't worry? Don't worry? All you fricking Hales are bloody crazy, you can't just stick that thing in me and-_**ahhhhhhhhhh**_" He cut himself of with a scream, body jolting back against the wall, kicking out violently as Kayla wedged the red hot knife in the point just opposite his collar bone, digging it into the bloody wound, causing the skin to sizzle.

"Ow... ow... AHHHHHHH" He screamed loudly, trying to push her away but Kayla put one hand against his bare chest, using all her strength to keep him still as she dug the knife further in, sterilising as much of the wound as she could.

"Isaac... sit _still_" She shouted over his screams, "Trust me" She shrieked, batting away his arm and he seemed to calm down a bit after that – he still screamed and fought but he seemed coherant at least, trying to stay calm to give her more time.

She just needed a few more seconds – a few twists of the knife to try and burn some of the wolfsbane away and when she knew she had done enough, she had pushed Isaac to his limits, she yanked the knife away, grabbing his shirt and pressing it against his wound, stenching the blood flow.

"Sorry" She gasped for air, swiping at her forehead as Isaac jolted, "I'm sorry... it had to be done otherwise the poison would've spread faster" She used her free hand to tilt his head up, meeting her gaze, "You okay?"

His face screwed up in pain, sweat trickling from every pore in his body but, somehow even in a time like this, he still managed to make a joke out of things.

"Never did I think that when I was half naked in front of a girl for the first time she would be attacking me with a knife" And she just rolled her eyes, "But, hey, I'm not complaining"

"Ha-ha, so funny" She commented, tucking away her pen knife, "But, seriously, does that feel better?"

"Apart from the paralysing pain – sure" He commented sarcastically and Kayla just hit his good shoulder lightly, rolling her eyes good naturedly, "Okay, okay, yes... fine... well, slightly better at least... thanks"

"No problem" She sent him a small smile, "But don't be lulled into a false sense of security – it's temporary, will buy you a few hours more" She told her, letting out a shiver as the ice cold water hit her right in the bones, whole body clenching up to try and stay warm, arms wrapping around themselves.

"Hey... what happened?" Isaac asked curiously, his hand taking ahold of her wrist, "Is it sore?"

Kayla glanced down, completely forgetting about the pain in her body due to the bloody freeing temperatures they were trying to survive in but winced as her wrist joints screamed out in pain before settling down again.

"Uh... nothing" She said, taking back her wrists, meeting his curious gaze, "Usual wear and tear"

"Don't lie Hale – I can hear your heartbeat" He warned, holding himself steady by the wall, "Did Stiles do it?"

"Don't" She warned, throwing him a glare, "It's nothing"

"Kayla, if-"

"_Isaac_" She growled, "Drop it, I don't want to talk about it" trying to forget about everything that had just happened – Stiles' heart broken look, his misery, hurt, anger, pain... how he was borderline terrifying back there, how he did hurt her – without meaning to obviously, emotions were just running high, "I mean it" She added in a hard voice, throwing him a look as she kicked back, swimming the short distance over to the other wall opposite him, holding a small ridge to keep herself steady.

Isaac gave her a careful glance, like he was debating whether to listen to her but when she just narrowed her eyes he threw his arms in the air in an 'I give up way'.

"Fine, whatever, have it your way Hale"

"Good" She said, avoiding his gaze because it was such a small space, if she so much as looked the wrong way he would accuse her of 'checking him out' – which she would so not do, like ever, "And put your clothes back on!"

"You sure?" She could practically taste the smirk in his voice, "Because if we huddle together with no clothes on we'll warm up" And Kayla just sent him an obvious look but, soon, unwillingly, smiled and chuckled lightly, shaking her head.

"That rule doesn't apply to underwater Lahey" She told him, "And if you don't then next time I won't save your ass – twice" She smirked playfully as he just rolled his eyes, struggling with himself to pull his shirt back on, mumbling about 'girls and their stupid scary threats'.

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><p>"I'm going to kill him" Derek fumed, clicking the phone off angrily, "forty two missed calls is maddening" He exclaimed, stuffing his phone back in his pocket, "And you're sure you haven't heard from him?"<p>

"_No_" Erica exclaimed, looking ready to tear her hair out as they stood outside the school with Boyd just before first period, "Just like I hadn't the other hundred times you asked"

"Cut the snark" He demanded, "Scott... Scott... here, _now_" He demanded, watching as the younger boy flailed at his voice, eyes narrowing before, grudgingly, coming over, his side kick trailing behind him miserably.

"Yeah Derek?"

"Where's Isaac?" He just came straight out and said it, "He didn't come home last night and now he's doing a no show – where is he?"

Scott just looked at him, confused, sharing a 'what the hell look' with Stilinski, "Uh... I don't know, how the hell would I know?" And Derek listened to his heartbeat, heard how rhythmic it was – he was telling the truth.

"Just a long shot" Derek explained, sighing loudly, his betas could and was a lot to handle, even at the best of times, "I told him to stay close"

"Well he didn't listen" Boyd piped up, "he'll be back sometime, let it go" He suggested and Derek was about to, realising Isaac, even though a werewolf, was still a teenager and teenagers did irrational things.

"Fine" Derek dead-panned, folding his arms across his chest, "But when he gets back..." He trailed off, leaving his threat in the air, slyly warning the others not to do a disappearing act like a certain Mr Lahey that they all knew, "And Stilinski" He called out, watching as Stiles let out a dejected sigh, turning around to face him, looking gloom, "Where's Kay? I need to speak with her"

"And how would I know?" The kid grumbled and Derek furrowed his eyebrows, confusion evident on his facial features because that kid should be jumping for joy – he's been moping around for the past month and now he finally had his girlfriend back... there was no pleasing some people.

"I just figured you two had, uh... 'made up'" He twisted his face up at the meaning of those words, still not ready to digest his cousin was in an actual full fledged adult relationship, like, no way, "Uh, never mind... I'll track her down and-"

"We actually broke up" Stiles stated bluntly causing Derek to raise his eyebrows in shock, completely speechless.

"Well maybe the two missing teens held hands and skipped into the sunset together" She snarked as Boyd elbowed her, Stiles threw her a glare so hard it made Derek shiver and Scott just looked around awkwardly, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What? I'm joking" Erica defended her, "_Jeez_... lighten up"

But something about what Erica had said triggered something in Derek's mind and he lost all the colour in his face, daunting realisation filling his entire being.

"Oh no..." He mumbled, terror running through his veins as everyone stared at him, varying degrees of confusion and fear showing on his face and just as he said that a howl tore through the air – a howl so full of pain, sorrow and fear rang through the air, all the wolves immediately picking up the sound, their ears hurting, bodies paralysed.

"That's Isaac" Scott mumbled, sharing a dreaded look with Derek.

"Yeah, and they're in trouble" Derek stated, his eyes glowing red with anger without even noticing, adrenaline pumping through his veins, all thoughts of reason disappearing as soon as he heard that one howl – no one touches his beta and cousin and got away with it.

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><p>Kayla's teeth had stopped chattering about an hour ago... her shivering stopping not long after that and she knew that was a bad sign – shivering was your body's way of fighting back the cold, trying to keep your body at a reasonable temperature, but once it stopped... well, your body was basically saying 'ha, time to give up, hypothermia is coming for you'<p>

Well shit.

The water was freezing, so so so cold and the fact that they were in a well didn't help any – it just made the air cold and damp so there was no escape from the biting, freezing temperatures, except now she could hardly feel it, her body numb.

And Isaac wasn't fairing any better.

The wolfsbane was slowly making its way round his system so he kept dropping off and Kayla had to stay by his side and hold him up, trying to keep them both afloat even though she knew it would be a lot easier to just give up, at least that way her muscles wouldn't be screaming in agony...

… but giving up wasn't in her dictionary – pfttt, who wanted to take the easy way out anyway?

"Isaac... Isaac, c'mon, stay with me, I can't keep lugging your ass up every time you need to take a power nap" She gasped, legs kicking out to keep them afloat, "_Isaac_"

"Wha... sorry" He mumbled, face so pale it was eerily translucent as he lifted his head from her shoulder, "I'm just so t-t-tired... and c-c-cold" His teeth chattered – a good sign, a sign that his hypothermia hadn't kicked in – at least one of them was lucky.

"Derek will find us" She said truthfully, believing her answer, "He will"

"I h-hope s-s-s-so" He chattered, dipping his head on her shoulder again and Kayla just kicked her legs out, pulling them over to the wall and trying to keep them both steady.

Suddenly though, she felt something slide along her leg, gentle at first, jolting her.

"Isaac... I never thought I'd say this but _please_ tell me that was you feeling up my leg?" She questioned, gulping, scared to admit she was absolutely terrified at what could be below the water.

"N-Not this time H-Hale" He stuttered and Kayla gulped, using her sluggish arms to hoist Isaac over to the walls, adjusting his fingers on the ridge, "Keep ahold of the wall Isaac – do you hear me? Hold on and don't let go and for god sake don't go to sleep – I get it, your tired, but you sleep you drown, okay?"

"Y-Y-Yeah" He answered, peeling his eyes open tiredly as Kayla jolted again, a long object sliding over her calf muscle. She flailed about for a moment, flapping about in the water as quickly as she could but her body was numb and she didn't move very far, her head dipping under the water before she could regain her balance.

"W-Whar's h-h-h-appening?" Isaac asked, looking around nervously, "What's-"

Kayla let out a small sound of surprise, falling back against the wall opposite Isaac, body shaking with fear.

"I think... I think there's something in here with us" She whispered, her wide eyes meeting his terrified ones, "It's in the water"

They both stayed silent, breathing laboured as Kayla watched as ripples showed on the surface of the water and she just gripped at the wall, pulling her top half out the water because that was all the strength she had left – she was done, she couldn't go any further.

"K-K-Kayla" Isaac stuttered, looking just as terrified as Kayla felt but before she could reply something wrapped around her ankle and she let out a terrified scream before being pulled under the murky water, Isaac's panicked shout was the last thing she heard.

**A/N) MUHAHAHAHA … sorry, not sorry – so, not a lot of stayla but there will be progression don't worry :) anyway, I hope you all enjoyed and please please leave your thought below, they mean the world, and I shall see you next chapter :) x**


	86. Chapter 86 - Friends?

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Her scream was cut short by the murky cold water starting to gush down her windpipe so Kayla did the only reasonably not-stupid thing she could do at that moment in time – she closed her mouth, holding in all the oxygen her body had stored even though she already felt her chest constricting with lack of air.

The pressure around her ankle increased, whatever the hell it was tightening around her joint as it pulled her down the never ending supply of water as her limbs flailed around her uselessly, unable to put up much of a fight, hypothermia already set in and taking its toll on her body.

However, she mustered up as much strength as she could and kicked her leg out, hoping to loosen the grip the thing had on her leg but no such luck – the thing had a grip as tight as steel, there was no escape possible.

Stars appeared in her vision, making it near impossible to see, the dirty water stinging her eyes as she desperately searched for a way out of this sucky situation they were in - both her and Isaac. Kayla's heart ached knowing that, now, she was pretty much useless in trying to help save Isaac – she saw the state he was in, the shakiness, the paleness, the fading in and out. The wolfsbane bullet was poignant and strong and was intoxicating his body more bit by bit.

Her best guess was he had an hour – tops.

She didn't know how long they had been in that well... maybe thirteen hours? Fourteen hours? All she knew was that the sun had set when they were thrown in and it had risen about five hours earlier... and still no Derek.

Kayla screwed her eyes shut, bubbles escaping her nose as her chest filled with pain, her body needing nothing more than a great big gulp of air but if she did, if she succumbed to that urgent need, then the water would just gush down her windpipe, choking her to death.

Safe to say that put her off breathing for quite a bit.

Her thoughts turned to Derek... and Boyd and Erica, as well as Isaac, that little pack that she hated for so long actually warmed her heart when she thought about them – why? Urghhh, she had no idea and that irked at her slightly.

She suddenly jolted to a stop, hanging there useless as the grip tightened around her ankle, her sight declining rapidly as the murky depths invaded her vision, making it impossible to see, well... anything at all – all she could really see was the dust particles in the water and that was about it.

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, full fledged panic set in – not that she wasn't panicking before but she had minimised it, knowing that she would get out of this seriously shitty situation – it was all about belief, controlling the mind, whatever Affonso had told her, but now she had stopped moving, hanging there by the ankle and holy shit... she was stuck.

She kicked her leg out, trying to thrash through the water, panic and fear seizing her chest but the grip around her ankle didn't budge – in fact it just tightened all the more, keeping her in place.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crapity crapsticle – no way in frigging hell was this going to be it – not drowning for gods sake – she figured that if and when she had to meet the sticky end it would go down fighting and kicking ass, not helpless under water, struggling to breath.

Her lungs ignited with pain, arms sluggish as she tried to fight her way to the top, whole body aching and pleading for some air but it was clear that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

She screamed for Derek in her mind, shouting his name over and over, screwing her eyes shut, imagining her vocal cords ripping and tearing at the sheer volume she was shouting his name, putting all her energy into screaming his name over and over again, pure desperation running through her veins before she blacked out.

_The heat was unbearable – it made her skin feel hot, sticky and clammy, her body ached as the heat seared across her skin and shot down to her very bones, turning her limbs to jelly._

_What the hell was happening? This couldn't be happening, no way, this was over, it was nothing, it was just a memory, that was all._

_Kayla let out a choked gasp as she pressed her back against the stone wall, lungs breathing in smoke as she glanced around quickly, seeing herself back in the basement of the Hale house as the flames licked at the walls, smoke rising, people coughing._

"_Georgie... George I'm so scared" Kayla heard Charlotte yell desperately as she clung to her brother and she looked to the side, shocked at seeing her younger cousins slumped against the wall under the metal railing not two foot away from her, "I want mommy"_

"_I want mommy too" She heard George admit in a heartbroken and aching voice causing Kayla's heart to clench, "But I'm here, Georgie's here" He comforted, hugging his sister to his chest as he covered her in his jumper, protecting her from the smoke and the threatening flames inching their way forward._

_Kayla let out a quiet sob, covering her mouth with her hand as she dropped to her knees, desperately crawling over the blackened ground, her fear suddenly non existent as she saw her cousins slowly beginning to fade away – wanting nothing more than to protect them._

"_George... Char..." She gasped, "What... please come with me" She pleaded, reaching out her hand, not ready to lose them twice, "Please" But they didn't hear her – it was a memory, a vision, a bit of both that she saw in her mind as she drowned._

_Charlotte coughed loudly, blood seeping down her chin as she buried her head in George's chest who just cradled his sister, tears streaming down his grubby cheeks._

"_C''mon... c'mon" Kayla tried to urge, reaching out her hand and trying to grasp ahold of their jumpers' but her hand just passed through them – she could've been a ghost, completely useless._

"_Twinkle twinkle... little... star..." George sung quietly, gripping at his sister tightly as the smoke clouded over them, creating a thick poisonous fog, "How I... wonder... w-what you... a-are..." He got quieter and quieter, his eyes sliding shut as he cried, choked gasps coming from his throat and Kayla sobbed louder, angrily hitting the palms of her hands against her thighs, unable to help._

"_Up above the world so high... like a d-diamond in the sky" Charlotte sniffled, wiping her eyes as _

_she clung to her brother, curling her legs up as the flames began to lick across the floor._

"_Georgie... it's y-y-your turn" Kayla watched as Charlotte nudged her brother but Kayla knew it was too late – poor little hard headed George was gone, way up in the stars now, his head dipping down onto his sisters, his chest still._

"_No... no... not again... please" Kayla cried, wanting nothing more than to ta__k__e her cousins in her arms and never let go, __shield__ them from the smoke and the flames __that was inching closer and closer._

"_Georgie" Charlotte gasped, peeling her head off George's chest and shaking him, "George... wake up... it's your turn" But he didn't answer and Kayla's hear__t__ broke in two._

_Kayla tried to tune out Charlotte's scream of agony, screaming for her twin but it was no use – her pleads fell on deaf ears, just like the shouts from her other family members, they all fell on deaf ears because no one could hear their screams._

_Kayla coughed loudly, falling backwards as she scrambled away from the scene in front of her – away from George's limp body and __Charlotte's small body keeling to the side because no, no way... this wasn't real, it was over, it was done._

_She scrambled backwards, hands slipping across the ground as her body collided with a lump on the floor and Kayla held back a gasp as she saw Rose, George and Charlotte's mom, lying in a heap on the ground, breathing still._

"_R-Rose?" She asked tearfully, her hand reaching out to grasp her shoulder __but it just passed straight through._

_Kayla didn't know what to do – she was trapped in a haunting memory, whole body shaking and wracked with sobs._

"_No... this isn't real" Kayla muttered out loud, stumbling to her feet and pressing her back against the slowly blackening wall, "It's not real... it's not real... wake up Kayla" She demanded of herself, covering her ears and shaking her head, "Wake up Kayla... wake up... for god's sake __**WAKE UP**__"_

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><p>Isaac was completely and utterly terrified – totally scared of dying... he knew it was possible, he knew the dangers that came with this supernatural crap but actually facing it? It scared him shitless.<p>

"Kayla?" He called out desperately, hanging onto the ridge for dear life, heart hammering in his chest, "Kayla?" He shouted again, hand skimming the water, searching for a head of brown hair... no sorry, 'chestnut', but nothing, he couldn't even see with his werewolf sight.

"Oh god..." He muttered, wincing as his shoulder flared up in pain again and his whole body slumped, his arms shaking, hand loosing it's grip around the ridge, "Hale?" He practically muttered, his whole body turning to jelly, his eyelids fluttering shut – he didn't realise how exhausting it was trying to keep his head above water, to keep himself coherent – well, how would he? The whole time he was enjoying a power nap while Hale held him up and kept him breathing, no wonder she was absolutely exhausted.

Isaac felt himself slipping, his clammy fingers letting go of the ridge as he fell, his head dipping under the water yet he fought his way to the surface, limbs flailing to fight to stay alive yet his body was screaming with exhaustion, pain consuming every particle in his body.

He took in a deep breath, using all his willpower because he really didn't want to die – or Hale to die – that would really suck, so using every ounce of energy he had he let his eyes turn amber before letting out a loud, devastated howl that tore through the air, causing goosebumps to erupt over his skin before he slipped under the water, loosing consciousness.

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><p>Derek felt desperation running through his veins as he raced through the woods, pinpointing Isaac's urgent howl of need, his betas not far behind him before he suddenly stumbled to the ground, body flailing as a painful searing sensation tore through his skull.<p>

"_Derek... Derek... Derek... DEREK" He_ recognised Kayla's terrified and desperate voice ringing in his ears as he held his skull, groaning in pain as his whole body tingled, knowing that if his ears could bleed, they would.

"Ahh" He groaned, gripping at his head as his betas fluttered about him nervously, unsure what to do but Derek knew... Derek knew loud and clear what to do – Isaac's howl combined with Kayla's voice in his head pinpointed exactly where they were, exactly where he _needed_ to be.

He let out a loud growl, picking himself up off the ground and running like the wind, eyes glowing blood red.

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><p>Sometime, Kayla must've let the water in because she woke up spewing the filthy stuff back up, coughing and spluttering, chest heaving with gasps as she rolled onto her side, trying to get some air into her lungs.<p>

Coughs hacked her frame as she got up onto her hands and knees, dry heaves tearing through her body, the thought of the murky, dirty, dusty, bug invested water sitting in her lungs made her heave all the more, trying to dispel it all.

She gasped again, taking in a gulp of air as she looked around in confusion – one moment she was holding up a dying Isaac, the next she was getting held under the water by _something_ and now she was sprawled out over the forest floor, twigs and leaves sticking to her wet clothes, hair plastered across her face.

…What?

She coughed again, pulling her tired and aching body up into a kneeling position, trying not to let her eyelids close because she felt so god damn tired... and numb... and she still wasn't shivering...

Holy shit – she looked around desperately, eyes searching for Isaac because he was literally on deaths door, she had to save him, she couldn't let anyone else die.

And her tired eyes spotted him a few metres away, sprawled out on the ground, pale as snow, chest still.

No way. No frigging way.

"Isaac?" She called out desperately, clambering over to him, using all her strength to turn him over on his back yet, when she did, she just looked at him... knowing what she had to do but unable to do it.

For some reason she felt like just laying down and looking up at the blinding sun, letting the heat try and warm her freezing skin – all rational thoughts left her mind as she fisted Isaac's shirt, blinking rapidly... not thinking clearly.

But as each second passed she knew she was wasting time – her body was slow and numb, her mind wasn't working with her yet she _knew_ she was being stupid – it's just the cold, she scolded herself, it's not making you think clearly.

She physically shook her head, eyes falling on Isaac who looked worse than she did – his skin was translucent, eyes closed, eyes smudged dark and he looked somewhat skinny compared to his usual bulky, muscularly frame and that snapped her into action.

She moved forward, laying him flat and tilting his head up, making sure there was a clear way to his airwaves.

"Wake up Lahey... c'mon" She urged numbly, hands clasping together as they pumped at his chest, using all her strength to try and get his heart beating again, knowing that the combination of the whole drowning incident and the Wolfsbane bullet was taking its toll.

"Wake up... wake up you idiot" She muttered, clasping his nose and leaning down, their lips touching as she blew as much air as she could down his throat, making her dizzy but she pulled back, continuing to pump his chest but still no response.

"Lahey... get your lazy ass up right now" She demanded, voice crackling – she had just witnessed her family burning to death _again_ not that long ago and now she was going to lose Lahey? They weren't exactly best buddies but he was an alright guy...definitely _not_ deserving to die.

She leaned down again, pressing her mouth to Isaac's and blowing as hard as she could and, like a miracle, she felt him stir underneath her - his lips parted against her own just as she pulled back, helping turn him on his side as he gushed up pintfuls of water, coughs raking his body.

Kayla let out a sigh of relief, swiping a hand across her forehead as she gently rubbed his shoulder, letting him silently know that it was okay, that he was safe.

"You sure like being dramatic Lahey" She muttered as he fell on his back, heaving in gasps of air hungrily like they were gold.

"Says you... who got drowned – again" He whispered in a husky voice as she chuckled lightly yet he winced, face screwing up with pain.

"We have to get you out of here" Kayla said, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up but her limbs failed her and she stumbled to the ground, completely exhausted as Isaac groaned, holding his shoulder in pain that was still bleeding, black veins showing on his pale skin as he began muttering a name over and over again in his delusional state – Camden, Camden, Camden.

However, a blissful sight showed through the trees – Derek tumbling through the line of shrubbery, Erica and Boyd not far behind him.

"What happened?" Derek demanded instantly, worry lines showing on his face as he skidded to a stop, kneeling down next to her, his hands finding their way to her face, urging her to look up at him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" She lied, well aware that her body was numb and she couldn't feel her legs, "Get Isaac" She croaked, nodding her head over to the boy that was wincing in pain, throat gurgling, "Wolfsbane Der... they shot him with Wolfsbane" And that spurred him into action.

He gave her one last worried look before kneeling down next to Isaac, hands checking over his wound as Kayla stumbled to her feet, backing up from the scene, giving them some space.

Everything was getting blurry as she leant back against a tree, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to warm up her chilly skin just as Scott emerged, tugging behind an exhausted Stiles who was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down every pore in his body.

"Wh-What's happening?" Stiles gasped, swiping his hand across his forehead, squinting through the sweat that stung his eyes, eyes furrowed in concentration, tongue sticking out slightly and Kayla actually felt... awkward? Wow – that didn't happen often.

She averted her eyes back to Isaac who Derek was attending to, worry flaring up in her stomach as she felt Derek's' nervousness and fear rolling off him in waves and knew it was bad.

"Kayla?...Kayla?" Scott asked, coming to stand next to her, Stiles staying back at the edge of the scene, "What happened?" He asked in concern, touching her bare arm before flinching, pulling his hand back, "You're stone cold"

"I'm-I'm fine" She nodded in a daze, "M'fine"

"No you're not" Stiles' blunt voice drifted to her ears as he appeared beside her, shrugging out of his shirt, draping it over her shoulders and gently taking her arms and putting them through the holes, "Scott – give me your jacket" He demanded as Kayla just watched blearily as Stiles wrapped Scott's jacket around her, looking far too big on her small frame, "You're freezing – early hypothermia already set in, if we can get you shivering again then-"

"-Then that's the body's way of a heating mechanism" She finished his sentence automatically, eyes glazing over, not realising the way Stiles' eyes lingered on her, complete worry showing on his features as he held her arms, rubbing them slowly to try and create more friction to warm her up.

"Yeah" He muttered quietly, nodding his head in agreement, "And then-"

"How's Isaac?" she interrupted, worry chewing her insides, "He wasn't breathing and then he was, but that thing pulled me under and the wolfsbane... he couldn't hold on and... and the walls were so slippy and the colour of the water was bad – bang, walls closing in and then the fire and-" She was making completely no sense what so ever, mumbling incoherent things as her brain went to mush.

"Shhhh... shhhh" Stiles mumbled gently, his hands landing on the sides of her face as he pulled her down gently so she was sitting instead of standing, "Relax"

"It all went crack and bang and no more Rose – except nothing went crack, it was just whoosh and then clatter and so much air... no, that's not right, what was I saying?" She muttered as she saw Stiles' worry increase tenfold as he frowned, his hands trying to warm her up.

"Should we take her to a hospital?" She heard Scott asked in concern as he dropped to his knees next to Stiles as she looked at nothing in-particular, mumbling to herself.

"I-I dunno..." Stiles trailed off helplessly, knitting his eyebrows together, "Kaylz... can you hear me?"

"Too much noise... clatter, bang whoosh" She whispered, "Or-Or maybe it's crackle" She added in thought, "I should go to the supermarket... dad likes spicy mustard – I should go get him spicy mustard" She said in a daze, trying to stand up but two pairs of hands steadied her, keeping her seated against the tree.

"Wh-Why... what are you doing?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at Stiles, "You're not supposed to be here, you left" His eyes flared up with guilt, "Or did you...no, I left... it's so colourful and painful..." She added as Stiles tried to get her to concentrate on him, his voice not managing to pierce through her confused exterior, "Don't let the chaos in Stiles... don't let it" She warned, suddenly getting herself het up again, limited breathing irregular, "Promise me... promise me... promise me" She demanded, using all her strength and gripping at his arms, nails biting into his skin, "You can't, it's twisted... you can't let the chaos in Stiles"

"I won't" He vowed, looking completely and utterly confused, "I promise"

Kayla sighed, eyes drifting shut as she suddenly begun shivering violently, teeth chattering together loudly and she saw both Scott and Stiles sigh in relief before everything, again, became incoherent.

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><p><em>She found herself running down a dark hallway, her bare feet padding across the wooden floors as her heart hammered in her chest, breathing irregular.<em>

"_You can't run forever Hale" A voice as sinister as the devil sung from behind her, a note of amusement buried deep in the velvety folds, "No little friends to help you anymore"  
><em>

_Kayla kept her mouth shut as she blindly stumbled down the never ending hallway, hands reaching out and searching for something, anything, to help her but it was pitch black, the eerie emptiness was unsettling._

"_All alone with the big bad wolf" He whistled, gaining on her by each step, "Always alone..."_

"_Shut up" Kayla screamed, shaking her head as she continued to stumble forward, "You're wrong"_

"_Am I?" He chuckled and Kayla could practically feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, "Look around you sweetheart – darkness, lonely empty darkness... they left you here – he left you here for **me**" He snarled and then Kayla lost her footing, disorientated by the darkness, falling down a flight of stairs, body tumbling over itself as she fell._

"_Stop fighting me Kayla" The voice was back, right next to her as she gasped, a sliver of light from the moon outside shining on a more twisted and terrifying version of Stiles, "Just let me in before you can let me out" He whispered as Kayla pressed her back against the wall, tears filling up her eyes._

"_I don't know what you mean" She gasped as his hand touched her cheek tenderly, fingers dancing across her skin, "You're talking in riddles"_

_He chuckled darkly, his finger sweeping out across her bottom lip, so sweetly and softly it made her heart stop in fear, "You have no idea how right you are on that one Hale" And he turned his dark eyes to her as he pressed his body forward, their foreheads touching, "I admire your determinedness but that can only last so long" He tucked some hair behind her ear, fingers gliding down the curve of her neck, "I like you... but that doesn't mean you get a free pass" His stare hardened, jaw tense, "I'll kill you last – right when they think victory in within arms reach I'll take it away from them... I'll show everybody" He snarled, eyes narrowing threateningly._

Kayla woke with a gasp, tumbling off the yellow old couch Derek had sitting in the underground 'lair' or whatever the proper term was, body on high alert.

"You're acting like a fish out of water Hale" A voice commented in amusement as she sprang up, looking around in confusion.

"Wh-Where am I?"

"Home... I guess" Isaac answered simply, shrugging "Derek explained your situation with your mom... made up a small room for you – temporary of course – apparently he wants us to shift to, ah, 'better accommodation'"

Kayla hardly took a word of what he was saying in, eyes still flitting around nervously, looking for Stiles... well, whatever that thing was that decided to take the shape of her boyfriend in her mind... oh wait 'ex boyfriend'.

"And yes, before you ask, I'm fine – don't go all 'mama bear' on me now" He said sarcastically as she finally met his gaze, nodding to herself as she looked him over.

"Uh... sorry... are you okay?"

His gaze softened, "One hundred percent so... uh... thanks" He said awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.

"For what?" Kayla asked in confusion, "It's not like we both made it out unharmed"

"Derek says you saved my life – what with the whole resuscitation and all" He smirked, "And that'll be the third time you couldn't resist my lips – something you want to tell me Hale?"

"Yes actually – if you keep doing that thing you're doing then you're going to make me wish I never bothered saving your ass" She warned before giving a playful smirk.

"What thing?" He asked in faux innocence.

"The stupid flirting which, by the way, you suck at"

"Ouch – that hurt" He chuckled, holding a hand over his heart, "But, in my professional opinion, I think you should sit down – you're as pale as a ghost"

"Gee thanks Lahey" She rolled her eyes but plonked herself down anyway, wrapping the blanket over her legs, "So... what happened?"

"The short story or the long story?"

"Short" She answered immediately, "My concentration sucks as it is"

"Well..." Isaac said then paused, probably for dramatic effect as he took a seat next to her making her roll her eyes, "I sorta died and we were all considering putting you in a mental hospital for your incoherent ramblings"

"Ha-ha" She dead-panned, "But I mean _what happened_ with the people that kidnapped us? And what was in the water?"

"No idea" Isaac shrugged, "Derek figures maybe more protectors? Or possibly hunters and he checked the water but... nothing... nothing was there"

"I'm not crazy" Kayla stated, "Hell, you saw it, something _was_ there"

"_I_ know that" He told her honestly, "But I think the others are putting it down as hypothalamic shock or some crap like that – especially considering we weren't exactly reliable sources – we were acting a bit crazy back there"

"I know what I saw" Kayla replied stubbornly as Isaac nodded, agreeing with her as silence fell between them.

"So, uh..." Kayla trailed off, clasping her hands together in front of her, "Not to be intrusive or anything but when you were out of it you kept saying a name over and over again... 'Camden' or something?" Kayla asked hesitantly, not wanting to pry and make him hostile but she was curious – as simple as that.

Isaac's face fell, his clear blue eyes getting misty.

"He uh...He... Camden was..." He stumbled over his words, looking like a lost little boy and Kayla bit her tongue.

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I-"

"He's my brother" Isaac blurted out suddenly, looking at her with wide eyes, "I mean he _was_ my brother... he died"

"I'm sorry" Kayla immediately said, "I didn't know you had a brother"

"One – few years older than me – died in the military" Isaac nodded his head, "That kinda made dad worse than he was – bomb... or something..." He trailed off, getting choked up and Kayla didn't see an arrogant dickhead that he was being a few minutes ago – she saw someone broken and in desperate need of a friend... and that's all it was – friends – they could be friends right? Especially if they were going to be living together.

She placed her hand over his, jolting him from his daze, "When I say 'I'm sorry' I really mean it – a lot of people don't know what it's like to lose a sibling... to go through that pain, but if you ever wanna talk or..." She trailed off shrugging, "I dunno, get sad or angry or _something_ then I'm here" Kayla said, "Well, I won't just be here, I'll be all over the place but come and find me yeah?"

Isaac smiled genuinely, still looking a tad upset, "Yeah, thanks Hale" He whispered and Kayla just nodded but a deliberate cough made them both jump and look around, seeing Stiles standing there as stiff as a board, a glare covering his features.

"Sorry – didn't mean to interrupt" He said sarcastically, folding his arms and Kayla snatched back her hand, shame consuming her.

"You weren't" She said, "Not at all – nothing to interrupt"

Stiles just glanced between the two in disbelief as Kayla sent Isaac an obvious look which stated '"Leave now before I kick you in the groin" But he stayed seated, looking between the two in amusement.

"Isaac" She hissed as he sent her an innocent look, "_Get out_"

"I would but I'm rather comf- ahhh" He exclaimed as she kicked his shin, "Geez... PMS much" He muttered but picked himself up off the couch and left the room muttering about 'Hales and their stupid aggressive tempers'.

Kayla watched as Stiles just glared at him as he left, his eyes narrowing before he focused his stare on her and she could feel the jealously consuming him, rolling off him in waves.

"We're just friends" She stated, "Albeit, he annoys the crap outta me but we're _just_ friends"

"I don't care" Stiles said blatantly even though she could feel he actually did, "I just came for my shirt" And she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before glancing down at the plaid shirt she was still wearing, the red material wrapped around her.

"...Right" She muttered in a hurt voice, nodding her head as she slowly undid the buttons, the cold air hitting her bare arms as she peeled it off, "I forgot this one was your favourite" She mumbled to herself as she folded it up and held her hand out for him to take it.

He stalked forward, snatching it from her grip, avoiding her eyes.

"Stiles, can we at least talk like two civil human beings?" She asked gently as he met her stare, "I mean... you don't hate me that much do you?"

"No" He told her, shaking his head, "But... I came to talk but _he's_ just made me mad" Stiles scoffed, nodding his head to the direction where Isaac took off, "So..."

"Well... we can still be friends" She suggested, "Just until..." She trailed off, trying not to get her hopes up, "Right?"

Stiles looked at her in the eye, his resolve crumbling as a very very very small smile showed on his face, "Maybe" He muttered, nodding his head, "We'll see" And with that he turned around and walked away, glancing over his shoulder once as he stopped at the doorway, looking like he wanted to stay but he carried on walking, disappearing around the corner.

**A/N) Phew.. so much stuff to write ahhhh... ha, anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this chapters and a few 'riddles' and revelations haha -so please please please review you wonderful people and I shall see u next chapter :) x**


	87. Chapter 87 - Conflicted

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me – a massive shout out to all you awesome reviewers/follower/favourites - this story wouldn't be possible without all of you, hope you enjoy this chapter :) x**

"Hey" Kayla greeted with a tired smile, "Also... what the hell are you doing?" She added with a chuckle because watching Derek trying to do domesticated stuff was like watching a train crash.

"Trying to make up your bed" He replied, letting out a huff, "But these damn covers don't seem to fit the duvet" And despite the fact she was in a shitty mood she couldn't help but laugh.

"Der... you're putting it on the wrong way" She pointed out, striding into the small concrete room and gently taking the duvet and pale blue cover from his grasp, "That's why it won't fit silly"

"...Oh" He muttered in realisation, "Right, I see that now-" He tried to reach out to take the items from her hold but Kayla held on stubbornly, raising her eyebrows.

"Let me help" She offered, tightening her fingers around the soft material as he just looked her over, like she was about to break any second, "What? Do I have 'fragile, handle with care' tattooed on my forehead or something?"

And Derek just chuckled lightly, loosing his worry, "Okay snarky, I get it – no tiptoeing around you, got your message loud and clear"

"Good" She shot back with a small smile, "Now grab the other end and help me shimmy the duvet in" She somewhat demanded as he just smirked but did as she said all the same.

"So how are you feeling anyway?" Derek questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her, "Last time I saw you you were completely out of it" He told her before looking at her straight in the eye, "And.. and you were saying George and Charlotte's names – on repeat" He added in a hurt voice as Kayla's breath caught in her throat, "Bad dream?"

"You could say that" She muttered, stuffing the corner of the duvet into the cover, "Sorry – guess I was acting kinda crazy back there"

"It's fine" Derek shrugged, "But... but why them Kay – why scream their names?" He asked curiously, not looking like a strong broody Alpha, instead looking like a concerned cousin.

Kayla gulped, meeting his gaze, "Der I... I... look, if I tell you you can't tell anyone okay? I mean it – 100% confidentiality needed here" She added seriously, her forehead crinkling, "Hand on heart?"

"I promise" He replied, beginning to look freaked out, "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Everything" Kayla snorted, rolling her eyes, "Ever since Brazil I keep having these dreams of the fire... more like memories actually – they all start the same, in the basement, people screaming... smell of burning flesh... sometimes I see Peter, other times it's Cora... George and Charlotte..." Kayla gulped noisily, meeting his gaze, "It's like a dam is broken and all these memories are coming back"

Derek furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes looking soft, "Why?" He asked that simple question, the one Kayla wished she had the answer to.

"I dunno" She shrugged, "Repressed memories are a bitch" She let out a sarcastic chuckle, "But, look... don't worry, a few bad dreams are nothing to get concerned over – you just concentrate on keeping your pack alive and stopping Jackson which, by the way, how _are_ we going to stop Jackson?"

"Somehow" He replied and Kayla just rolled her eyes good naturedly at her cousin.

"Wow Der, that statement just _oozes_ confidence" She chuckled sarcastically.

"But let's just say I'm glad to have you back" He muttered, starting to sound all mushy and sentimental before he coughed, making his voice go deeper, "I mean – You'll be a great help and all"

"Awwww" Kayla cooed teasingly, tilting her head to the side, "Was that you're way of saying you missed me?"

"No" Derek snorted loudly, "It's been rather peaceful without you here actually"

"Yes of course, if your definition of peaceful include hunters **still** trying to cut you in half and a giant lizard slaughtering people then, yeah, _suuuuure_, 'peaceful'" She snarked, rolling her eyes before poking him in the chest, "Just admit it – you so totally missed me"

"I missed you a little" He cut her off, holding his two fingers together in front of him, "Don't let it get to your head" He warned in a playful voice, raising his eyebrows at her.

"A little means a lot" She smirked, "Now let go of that Alpha male façade and hug your cousin" She demanded, "C'mon Derry, bring it in"

"You hate mushy scenes though" He pointed out in a confused voice, his sentence getting muffled out as Kayla smashed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I do – I just want your body heat, I'm freezing" She answered bluntly as Derek laughed, "I knew there was another agenda" But he didn't sound annoyed or hurt, he actually sounded amused, "I'll drop by your house tomorrow, get the rest of your stuff" And Kayla just nodded in acceptance, glad he offered because she was going no where near that place, "But in the mean time, take my jacket" He pulled back, shrugging out of his leather jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders, "There's no heating in here"

"Obviously" Kayla smirked, pulling her arms through the material and wrapping the large item around her, practically drowning in leather.

"So... this is your room, not much to it but once this Kanima business is over with I'll move us all out of here to somewhere nice" He glanced around at the bare concrete walls, "Well... 'nicer' anyway"

"Anywhere is fine by me" She shrugged "And... thanks... for y'know, letting me stay with you – it means a lot – being homeless would _suck_"

"Any time" He smiled, "If you don't feel comfortable living with your mom then you're always welcome here" His hand reached out and landed on her shoulder, "But you'll have to face her at some point Kay – Beacon Hills isn't that big of a place"

"Never would be _great _though" Kayla mumbled, blowing out a breath, "And anyway... she hates me, doubt she'll want to talk anyway"

"She doesn't hate you Kay" Derek disagreed, guiding her over to the bed and sitting down next to her, "She was upset... still is, that's why Jane and Tabitha are living with her"

"Wait... _what_?" Kayla exclaimed loudly, her eyes widening dramatically, "They're what? They're living there? Since when? Why? How?" She rattled off questions faster than a runner on speed, "How much have I missed?"

"A lot – but we'll catch you up" Derek replied, "And since you left... enrolled Tabitha in school, put her house on the market, found a job in the café – that house is far too big for ten people, let alone one" And Kayla was still in shock, trying to get her head around it all, "Is that going to be a problem?"

She tried to push Tabby's terrified face from her mind as she gulped, shaking her head, "No, no, not at all"

"Good" Derek smiled, "Now get some rest – school tomorrow" And Kayla groaned loudly, muttering curse words under her breath.

"I would usually allow you to have the day off but you've missed a month and that in itself is a great vacation period so..." He patted her knee as she just gaped at him, "Sleep tight cuz" And with that he picked himself up off the bed, sending her a small smile over his shoulder as he shut the large metal creaky door behind him, effectively keeping her in this small dingy room, the clear message being 'sleep'.

Kayla rubbed at her eyes tiredly, hiding a yawn behind her hand as she nodded her head in acceptance, crawling across the single bed and wrapping the duvet around her, nuzzling her head into the pillows, still covered in Derek's jacket.

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><p>"Hale! Hale! Kayla – hey Kayla, <em>wake up"<em> That was the first thing Kayla heard as she woke up screaming, bolting upright in her bed, "Jeezo Hale, you're stronger than you look" And Kayla looked around in confusion, sweat dripping down her face as Isaac furrowed his eyebrows at her in worry, holding her dainty wrists in his hands, obviously trying to keep her calm, "So thanks for trying to scratch my eyes out"

"S-Sorry" She gasped, blinking rapidly, "Everything okay?" She asked as if on reflex, looking up at him because what the hell was he doing in here?

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He retaliated, "You're the one that woke up screaming the place down and then trying to kill me in your sleep" And Kayla just nodded as he let go of her and she ran a hand through her sweaty hair that was plastered to her forehead and the back of her neck.

"Fine – bad dream is all" She retorted, closing herself off.

"Hmmmm" She heard Isaac mumble, obviously annoyed that she wasn't revealing any more than 'a bad dream' but she stubbornly kept her mouth closed, cocking an eyebrow at him, "What?" She bit out, annoyed, "Stop looking at me like that"

"Like what?" He asked, perched at the end of the bed, looking at her in confusion.

"Like you don't believe me"

"I don't" He said bluntly, letting out a small smirk, "And even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat I would still know you're lying because 'just a bad dream' doesn't cause someone to wake up screaming, delirious and sweating like you've run a marathon" But Kayla just continued to stare at him, her façade not dropping because she was not going to talk about it, not ever.

"No? Okay, don't say I didn't try and help" Isaac sighed heavily, pushing himself so he was standing up, "Anyway, we have to leave for school in half an hour – Derek brought some fresh clothes for you, there's working showers down the corridor, down a flight of stairs then to the left... want me to show you?" He smirked teasingly as she glared at him, crawling out of bed, 100% most likely looking like a complete and utter state.

"No thanks Lahey, I _think_ I'll manage" She said sarcastically, brushing past him before glancing over her shoulder at him, softening her facial features, "And sorry for trying to scratch your eyes out, that was rude"

He laughed, eyes lighting up, "All forgotten Hale – just buy me lunch and we'll call it even" And all Kayla did was roll her eyes good naturedly, part amused, part annoyed and part impressed by his stupid smirk and know-it-all-attitude.

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><p>"I'm not your chaperone" Erica stated as they walked into School a little later, Isaac and Boyd not far behind them, "I'm not gonna be there twenty four seven to keep an eye on you – you get into some form of trouble it's your fault and your fault alone, clear?"<p>

"Crystal" Kayla rolled her eyes at the blonde beside her talking to her like she was five, "And anyway... I won't get into trouble, keep your hair on Erica"

The girl just glanced at her dubiously as they pushed open the front doors, striding in but no longer were the words out of her mouth than coach appeared in front of them, startling them all, blowing his whistle loudly causing all of them to cover their ears.

"Hale" He shouted, pointing a finger at her, alerting everyone in the corridor to their presence, "Suicide runs after school till dark" And Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at Erica in confusion.

"What... why? Am I trekking mud through the hall or something?"

"Because... because... you missed my lessons" He stated, "I get it, economics isn't for everyone but if I let you get away with it then other people will think they can too so... suicide runs after school" He blew his whistle in her face again, "And they might just end in a suicide – first time for everything"

Kayla groaned, "Coach just-" He blew his whistle again, interrupting her, "No excuses"

"But-"

Whistle again, "No Hale"

"Just think about-"

"No" He shouted, blowing his whistle for longer this time, his face going red and sweaty and Kayla just screwed her face up before waving her hands as she rolled her eyes.

"Fine, geez, suicide runs after school, I get it" She shouted over the screeching noise of the whistle, "And people should really need a license for those things – ear damage much?" She muttered as Coach just nodded in satisfaction before looking around consciously at everyone that was staring at him like he was nuts, which he probably was... just a little bit.

"Okay you little delinquents, back to class... or whatever..." He muttered, nodding his head before walking back to his office, randomly blowing his whistle at unsuspecting students lazing around.

"What was that about not getting into trouble Hale?" Isaac smirked as he stood on the other side of her as Erica just rolled her eyes at her, looking about one hundred and fifty percent done with her, them, everyone, everything.

"It's coach, everyone gets in trouble with- oomph" Kayla let out a noise as a head of strawberry blonde hair collided with her, almost knocking them both over flat.

"Where the _hell_ have you been?" Lydia demanded, slapping Kayla's arm as she pulled back, eyes alight, "I have phoned and texted over a _billion_ times and you haven't replied _and_-" Kayla couldn't even get a word in edgeways, "The others are hiding something and wouldn't answer my questions about you and did I mention _where the hell were you?_" And Kayla couldn't help but smile.

"Lydia... breathe" She comforted, laying her hands on her friends' shoulders, "And I missed you too you dork"

"You're the dork" Lydia retaliated, staring at her seriously before a small smile broke over her face, "And don't do that again"

"What? Leave you?" Kayla smirked, biting her cheek to stop from laughing, "Separation anxiety Lyd?"

"What? No!" Lydia said defensively even though Kayla could see right through her, "I just... I didn't know where my friend was and I panicked – sue me" And Kayla gave a small smile as she saw Erica roll her eyes again and drag Boyd away where as Isaac stayed behind, watching them both curiously.

"I love you too Lyd" Kayla smiled, "And there's no need to panic – I'm back now, don't get your knickers in a twist"

"My knickers are never in a twist unless they're on the ground now, more to the point" Lydia set her a playful glare, "You missed my birthday"

"I know" Kayla winced as Lydia cocked an eyebrow at her, "I know, I know, I suck big time but I'll make it up to you I promise"

"That sounds like you're going to try and win me over with sex but, honey, I don't swing that way" And Kayla smiled, glad to be back in her friends' company because she forgot how awesome she was.

"There's no harm in swinging both ways" Kayla teased, nudging her arm, "But, seriously, I will"

"Just as long as you get me a present" Lydia warned as the bell rang overhead for first period, "Then you'll be about twenty percent towards me forgiving you" And Kayla just laughed as she saw Isaac from the corner of her eye raise his eyebrows, looking thoroughly confused.

"Yes I have a present for you – don't worry" Kayla chuckled, "Now are we going to class or what?"

"Can't" Lydia shrugged, "Gotta see Ms Morrell" And when Kayla was about to open her mouth and ask 'why?' Lydia placed a hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

"Long story, tell you when you stop being so mysterious about where you were this past month... _now_" Lydia clapped her hands, "Take your new lap dog and go to class – I'll see you at lunch" And then she sent Kayla a dazzling, one hundred watt smile before turning on her heel and striding away.

"Lap dog?" Kayla called out to Lydia's turned back, "Ha – lapdog... she doesn't know how right she is" She chuckled lightly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder before facing Isaac as he raised his eyebrows at her, a confused smirk playing on his lips, "The dog part not the lap part, mind outta the gutter Lahey" She rolled her eyes before taking off to class, Isaac trailing along beside her.

They walked in silence all the way to the chemistry class and Kayla secretly dreaded it – actually scrap that, she didn't 'secretly' hate it, she made it clear that she loathed chemistry and like a cherry on top Stiles and Scott were both in that class... what would happen there?

She stopped at the door, biting her lip because _chemistry_? Shoot her in the face it would be less painful.

"Go" Isaac pointed to the door, "Get it over and done with"

"I'm just not feeling it" She shook her head, "Not feeling it one bit"

"I don't care – go" He chuckled, "Man, this is going to be good"

"Don't you-" She started to say but Isaac shoved her shoulder, effectively pushing her into the classroom head first, almost falling flat on her face but she managed to stabilise herself – just – looking around as the class fell silent apart from Isaac's amused laughs and Mr Harris's huffs of indignation.

"Um... yo?" Kayla greeted-slashed-asked, giving a small two fingered wave as the class stared at her "What's up?"

"Miss Hale... _Miss Hale_" Mr Harris shook his head as he walked out from behind his desk, giving her a disproving glare, "And here I thought we'd seen the last of you" He said in a sardonic voice, "Where, might I ask, have you been?" He gritted his teeth as Kayla furrowed her eyebrows because, damn, what excuse could she use for being gone for over a whole damn month?

"Um... not-not here" She said vaguely, "Out of the general vicinity"

"And what general vicinity were you in?" He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and Kayla just shrugged, cocking an eyebrow as she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"China" She answered immediately, dreading her answer straight away, "Wènhòu" She muttered, holding her hands together and giving a small bow, "So... yeah"

"China?" Mr Harris asked dubiously, not believing a word she said, "You took a month out of school to go travelling?"

"No" Kayla answered, "Well yeah if you wanna get all 'exact' about it but no at the same time – you get me?"

"No, I don't 'get you'" He quoted in an aggravated voice, glaring at her, "Answer my question before I send you to the principle's office"

"Um... uh, well... you see, there was this thing with... this other thing and, well... um..." She fumbled over her words until Isaac came forward and stood next to her, taking over from her ramblings.

"She was in a rehabilitation center for young people with, well, let's say 'behavioural issues'" He smirked, "So she'll be a golden student from now on" And Kayla gaped at him, wanting nothing but to slap him silly because damn him, damn him royally.

"Is this true?" He asked her and Kayla just bit down on the inside of her cheek, throwing Isaac a murderous glare as she faced Mr Harris, "Totally... totally true" She managed to get out through gritted teeth, "Hand on heart, hope to die all that jazz"

"Well it didn't seem to work" Mr Harris sent her one last glare before pointing to an empty table, "Sit down with Lahey and pray that he can catch you up with your work otherwise I will be more than tempted to throw you out of this class"

"Fine by me" She muttered under her breath but at his glare just nodded, letting out a sigh as she turned to walk to her table, meeting Stiles' eyes.

He wasn't glaring at her or looking like he never wanted to speak to her, in fact, he seemed pretty neutral and calm about everything as he met her gaze, his honey brown eyes looking a lot more cheerful than when she spoke to him out in the woods a couple of days ago, even looking less betrayed than last night when he would hardly even look at her – that was progress right?

She stopped short, breath catching in her throat as he just continued to look at her openly and Kayla didn't know what to do – normally, she might walk over and speak with him but she couldn't, judging by the way she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, alerting her to the fact someone was glaring at her – probably Mr Harris and not wanting to cause a scene she just sent him a small smile before averting her eyes and sitting in her seat, fiddling with her pen.

"Time for a pop quiz" Mr Harris announced causing Kayla to look up in shock, her jaw slackening, "And I expect _all_ of you to pass" he told them sternly, passing out the papers and he glared at her as he reached her and Isaac's table, "Even you miss Hale – if you fail then you'll be getting detentions till the end of this year, is that clear?"

"Yes, I speak english too" She sassed, looking down at the paper in mortification, "But-"

"No but's" He interrupted, "I don't care if you haven't been here, that's your fault – pass or detentions" He slapped another sheet on Isaac's side, "But the reward will be _slightly_ less painful if you at least _try_ and use your brain" And then he stalked away and Kayla just narrowed her eyes before gulping... "Well, crap" She muttered under her breath, staring down at the paper helplessly as Isaac smirked and she elbowed him in the ribs in warning.

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><p>"Stiles" He heard Scott whisper but Stiles was too absorbed in his staring to really pay attention, "Stop staring – that's just borderline stalkerish now"<p>

"Shut up, I'm not staring" Stiles hissed between his teeth, "I'm just observing with my eyes"

"Well yeah... observing isn't any less creepy" But Stiles just ignored him, beginning to gnaw on the end of his pen, eyes flitting about nervously, his pop quiz paper not even opened yet – it was fine to look, looking was fine, he was just using his eyes to try and work out the situation he was in, that wasn't creepy, it was allowed... right?

Okay, maybe it was a _tad_ creepy.

"Seriously dude... stop it"

"I can't help it" Stiles exclaimed quietly, his left leg bouncing up and down, fingers tapping on the desk, "He just irks me and she is sill making me feel things – I'm very confused right now"

"Okay but that doesn't mean you need to be a stalker" Scott chuckled, "Relax"

"But what if now that I said 'we're over' she thinks I really mean it and then Isaac tries it on with her and she think 'Oh, Stiles dumped me, screw him' and jumps his bones?" Stiles questioned with a squeak, "If that happens I will gauge my eyes out"

"It won't happen – chill" Scott told him, "Just... give it time"

"But if I give it too much time then my nightmare will become reality and if I don't give it enough then I will still be mad and slightly annoyed and probably ruin things and that nightmare will _still_ become true" He rambled quietly, "Look just... use your keen little werewolf senses and tell me what you feel from them okay? Calm a guy down?"

Scott just sighed but nodded all the same, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on Isaac and Kayla who were too absorbed in their pop quizzes to even know what was happening.

"Well?" Stiles whispered, "What weird tingly feelings are you getting?"

"Nothing" Scott shrugged, "Kayla's just... confused and... and conflicted over something? and well... Isaac just thinks she's hot" And Stiles' eyebrows about reached his hairline, "See? Nothing there, she still loves you and wants to make things right... does that make you feel better?"

"About seventy eight percent, yeah" He muttered in distraction, "So... really? They're _just_ friends? No hidden agenda's? No friends with benefits?"

"They're _just_ friends" Scott confirmed, "Now get on with your pop quiz and stop being so jealous – at least then one of us will pass" And Stiles was happy to, his racing heart already calming down.

"Fine – and plus... I'm not jealous" He stated, knowing it was a complete and utter lie but took his saliva covered pen from the corner of his mouth and focused on his paper, a small smile resting on his lips.

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><p>As Kayla walked to her locker after chemistry, a full blown headache already forming because damn chemistry, why did it have to suck so much? She felt a hand wrap around her upper arm and, without thinking, immediately threw her other arm out in defence but the person ducked and just in time too before she whacked him across the face.<p>

"It's me, just me" Stiles panted loudly, waving his arms about, "Not a predator"

"Uh... sorry" She apologised, "Reflex I guess... is everything okay?"

"Something has to be wrong for me to talk to my girlfriend?" He asked in amusement before they both realised his mistake and Stiles looked away awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes saddened and Kayla just sighed, looking guilty.

"Um... so... yeah, I just... with the thing and..." Stiles was fumbling over his words, beginning to look like he regretted coming over as Kayla just stood against the row of lockers, looking up at him patiently, "I just... whatever you do... please don't jump Isaac's bones – or anyone's for that matter – Jackson, Scott, Boyd, that really weird guy in your art class that collects milk bottles, even Allison is out of the question just... please don't" And Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, reaching out to touch his forearm.

"Stiles... I'm not going to" She stated, "I'm gonna fix us, I am, I meant that, however long you need" She told him in a soft voice, "And ewwww, did you have to include Jackson in that list – Allison, definite maybe but Jackson? C'mon, I have better taste than that" She chuckled and Stiles just smiled before looking down at her hand on his arm and gulped noisily, his cheeks turning red.

She slowly removed her arm, hurt billowing up in her chest but she kept her composure because she had no right to be acting hurt when it was Stiles looking conflicted, "So..."

"So..." He muttered, copying her as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking backwards and forwards on his heels, "So..."

"I just-"

"I'm trying-" They both spoke up at the same time, voices lapping over eachother.

"Uh... sorry" Stiles mumbled, "You first"

"I just... I just wanted to say I love you you dork" She let out a small smile, "And don't rush okay? We can easily be friends for now... it's not like we have to skirt around each other... right?"

"Right" Stiles immediately replied even though he began to look uncomfortable and awkward, "Totally... totes"

"Why? What were you going to say?" She asked curiously as he finally met her eyes, his honey brown orbs clear and glistening.

"I... I, um..." He scratched the back of his neck, "I am trying – I promise" He suddenly came out with, beginning to look panicked, "I don't hate you, never have, never will but... but there's so much stuff going on already I just thought we could deal with 'us' after?" He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Absolutely" She agreed, nodding her head, "Don't worry"

"Okay" Stiles mumbled, giving an awkward smile before he avoided her eyes again, "Okay well... I'm just gonna... go... away somewhere else and try and not make a fool of myself so... yeah..." He nodded his head affirmatively, "Yeah..." He gave her one last look before turning on his heel and Kayla just smiled sadly at his back – she wasn't going to deny it, she still wanted to be more than friends but she was going to fix things, she was, but until then friends was better than nothing.

She glanced down, biting her lip as she turned around and punched in the combination for her locker, pushing in her chemistry folders but she was turned around quickly, someone's hands landing on the back of her neck as they pressed their lips to hers for a few seconds, leaving Kayla standing there, dazed.

"Just... just to show you I'm being serious" Stiles whispered, pressing his forehead against hers as he held her, "I just need a little time" He whispered before placing a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead as Kayla's eyelids fluttered shut, forgetting how much she loved this, how much she loved him because when she opened her eyes he was gone, leaving her standing there more conflicted than ever.

**A/N) Evil? Probably? And awww poor Stiles is jealous ha – next chapter = delving back into the Kanima business and will soon be the finale – AHHHHH, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed and please please review you awesome people and I shall see you next chapter :) x :)**


	88. Chapter 88 - I'm watching you

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine folks – anyway, a massive shout out to ****BriancyyD, Luna888, Kayela-Brown-1228 (hope you received my answer to you're PM, FF has been acting weird with me lately :P), Ayine, Guest (YAY new reader, welcome my friend, NathalieOchIzabelle and TwilightNewMoonEclipseMidnight and all those reviewing 'bedroom adventures' – you all rock, hope you enjoy this chapter, it's looooong ha :) x**

"When did you suddenly turn into an eighty year old?" That was the first thing Kayla heard as she hobbled back to Derek's 'lair', 'headquarters' whatever the proper term was, whole body aching, hair still damp from the shower she took in the girls' locker room, and Kayla had to glare at him for that snarky comment.

"Since coach made me run laps, non stop, for the past five hours blowing his stupid whistle" She grumbled, probably sounding like an eighty year old too, "But" She smirked, eyes lighting up, "I didn't kill him and that, my friend, is control – _booyah_" She fist bumped the air before letting out a string of curse words as all the muscles in her arm felt like they were set on fire, "Ow... son of a _bitch_"

"Idiot" Derek smiled, walking out from the shadows and leaning against a near by pillar and folding his arms over his chest, "But yeah... I guess you're learning"

"You're the idiot... idiot" Kayla mumbled, walking slowly towards him and plonking herself down on the ratty yellow sofa, "So have you thought up a plan yet? About Jackson and Matt?"

Derek's eyes darkened and his posture slumped so Kayla took that as a definite 'no', "That's still up for debate" He told her seriously, walking around the sofa and sitting down next to her, "He's proven to be hard to kill, he could literally incapacitate all of us with one cut and Matt, well... we could kill _him_" Derek pointed out as Kayla just raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Der, do _any_ of your plans _not_ involve any sort of maiming and killing?" She smirked, nudging him with her elbow.

"At least it's straight forward" He said nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder, "But then the question is if we kill Matt, what will happen to Jackson? We thought that maybe he'll just be more out of control"

"So like full blown killing spree mode instead of just casual murdering?" Kayla asked for confirmation.

"Exactly" Derek replied, "And then-"

"Then we'll all die" Isaac finished Derek's sentence as he, too, wandered into the room, cocking an eyebrow at them both.

"You just have this _insane_ talent for listening in to other people's conversations don't you?" She asked, half amused and half annoyed and partly sarcastic at him as he just smirked back, not at all looking shameful or hurt by her statement.

"What's the use in having super hearing if you can't use it?" He smiled, wearing a casual pair of jeans and a V-neck long sleeved top, his dark blonde hair ruffled.

"True... too true" She muttered, nodding to herself, "And, wow, you're being extremely positive Lahey"

"I'm telling the truth" He shrugged, standing in front of them and towering above them as her and Derek just sat there, staring up at him, "Like Derek said, Jackson can make us practically useless with one cut... except you" He mused, furrowing his eyebrows, "Why do you think that is?"

"Wait... what?" Kayla asked, her whole demeanour screaming 'confusion', "What do you mean?"

"Derek said when the Kanima attacked you guys at the pool the paralysing poison didn't work on you... right?" Isaac asked, his eyes flitting to Derek, "That's right isn't it?"

Kayla 'ahhhh'd' in realisation as Derek's eyes widened as he stared at her like she was an alien with three heads, "That's right" Derek confirmed, swivelling his head around to look at her dead in the eye, "That's right" He mumbled even quieter, his eyes glazing over in thought.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" Kayla questioned, cocking an eyebrow as she saw both their looks of amazement and thought, "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Isaac asked quietly, looking at Derek from the corner of his eye.

"Probably not" Derek answered back before turning his annoyed eyes towards the younger boy, "And if I'm now thinking what you're thinking then I may be tempted to kill you"

Kayla just raised her eyebrows, swivelling her head between the two of them in confusion, not speaking their beta-Alpha language.

"It's a reasonable thought" Isaac said but raised his hands in surrender, "It was just a suggestion – a steeping stone away from square one"

"No, no definitely not" Derek shook his head adamantly, standing up, "That's out of the question"

"Like I said – just a suggestion – don't tear my head off"

"Stop" Kayla interrupted, standing up too, "What are you both talking about?"

Derek's eyes hardened as he glared at Isaac, his posture rigid and Kayla could feel the annoyance oozing off him in waves and gulped herself – what was he so mad about?

"No – end of discussion" Derek grumbled in a 'don't mess with me' way, his forehead all broody and frowny as he pushed past Isaac, disappearing to god knows where – probably to brood... and plot and muse over his life decisions – just a normal day in the life of Derek.

"Well..." Kayla mumbled as Derek's shadow disappeared and she thought she vaguely heard the sound of something breaking in the distance, "Safe to say you pissed him off royally"

Isaac just sighed, running a hand through his ruffled hair in aggravation, his blue eyes agitated.

"It was a stupid idea anyway" He mumbled, shrugging, "Forget I said anything"

"How can I forget something when I have absolutely no idea what the hell you're prattling on about?" She questioned with a smirk, "So... what was it?"

Isaac met her gaze cautiously, his eyes widening slightly as if he was mildly... afraid? Like what he would say would make her want to kill him repeatedly with a sharp object.

"I just thought that... because you're 'immune' or whatever that, well..." He trailed off, looking at her sheepishly, "You could go all 'powerpuff' girl on Jackson's ass" And she felt her jaw slackening, "But like I said – stupid – you'll just get torn apart by his claws anyway"

Kayla just gaped at him before a very small smile worked it's way to her face before, like a complete idiot, she was giggling like crazy, erupting into full blown laughs, her already aching sides aching all the more as the tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks.

"You're bloody nuts" Isaac exclaimed, "And I mean full blown _crazy_"

Kayla quietened down her chuckles, biting the inside of her cheek at Isaac's astonished stare, "Sorry... but man that was funny" She chuckled, holding onto her side, "But yeah I am a little crazy – thanks"

Isaac's eyebrows about shot up to his forehead as he glanced at her before giving her a grudging smile, "So... let me get this right? You're laughing because I suggested you put your life on the line to try and take down a giant lizard?"

"Partially" She smirked, "But also because when you said it you looked like someone stole your ice cream"

"I just... I don't understand Hales" He muttered, shaking his head and folding his arms, "You're all like a complicated maths equation"

"Just be glad I'm taking that as a compliment" She smirked, chuckling lightly, "But you were right about one thing – for whatever reason Jackson's poison doesn't work on me... just like Lydia" She hummed in afterthought, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh my god... did you sleep with Jackson?" Isaac asked, screwing his face up, "You totally slept with Jackson"

"I did not" Kayla protested, "And ew... yuck, no I would never sleep with Jackson, what is wrong with you?"

"...Are you sure?" Isaac asked, giving her a dubious once over, "Like – 100%?"

"Oh yes, because I sleep around _so_ much with _so_ many guys I can't remember who I banged" She snarked sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow, unamused, "No I didn't have sex with Jackson – and even if I did, which I didn't, what's that got to do with being immune to his, _eck_, 'fluids'?"

"Oh... sorry" Isaac apologised, not looking sorry at all, "We just thought that when Lydia didn't turn into a werewolf but still lived she was immune and passed that immunity onto Jackson by, you know, sex and all that" He explained as Kayla just nodded along to what he was saying, "But Derek was thinking that Jackson somehow passed his immunity to her by... you know" He muttered, scratching the back of his neck, "Guess I just jumped to conclusions"

"Just a bit" She smirked, shaking her head, "But, in any case, we need to figure out what the pattern is – why Jackson is murdering these people because, trust me, there _has_ to be a pattern, a motive, we just have to figure it out"

"I'm sure Stilinski and McCall are already on that case, using those gormless heads of theirs" He commented and Kayla just sent him a glare, "We should be figuring out how to contain Jackson"

"And we can do that by finding out his motives" She shot back, "If we find out the reason, the starting point, then we can exploit his weaknesses" She argued back because what a flipping idiot just jumping into things head first... okay, she was an idiot too because she jumped into things head first but as she did she also used her head – something Isaac clearly didn't.

"Well I think you're wrong" He shot back, crossing his arms and Kayla copied his stance, "While we sit around using our brains Jackson could be killing again"

"Well that's just a chance we have to take" She pointed out, "Especially if it has the best results"

Isaac just opened his mouth, like he was about to argue but snapped it shut, cocking an eyebrow at her, "You know what? I'm not going to argue... arguing with Hales is a pointless waste of energy"

"Good" She smirked, internally fist bumping herself for winning this match-_ahem_-she meant argument, she totally meant argument "Because I have an idea"

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><p>"This is a stupid idea" Isaac whispered as he followed behind her, "And I mean <em>stupid<em>"

"Well you didn't have to come" She argued back, throwing him a glare over her shoulder, "I think I can manage to break into a police station – I'm not an idiot" - and yes, maybe it was a stupid plan but at least it was a plan, she was actively trying to do something and breaking into the police station to look at the reports and piece together the clues _did_ seem like a clever idea if you took away all the things that could go wrong.

Isaac scoffed loudly at her comment causing her to hit him in the chest, "Oi, shut up you" She hissed, "And if you keep talking then I'll just send you back to car, do you know _anything_ about stealth?"

"You're the one ranting" He pointed out as Kayla casually slipped a window open, looking both ways before pulling herself up and throwing her leg over the window sill, hopping in, "And anyway we'll just get caught"

"You're just _full_ of optimism" Kayla whispered sarcastically as he clambered in after her, "And like I said – you didn't have to come, just go back to the car"

"As if I would leave you by yourself Hale" Isaac whispered back, "Knowing your luck you'll probably get kidnapped or something"

"Both of us got kidnapped that night okay? 'Both' meaning 'two' – your luck sucks just as much as mine" Kayla said back, creeping forward a few steps, "And... don't you think it's a bit empty?"

"Maybe everyone's dead" He joked as Kayla just cocked an eyebrow at him before looking over his shoulder and seeing blood splattered over the wall, the bright red substance dripping to the floor as Kayla gulped, pointing over his shoulder.

"Uh... I think maybe you're right" She said quietly, narrowing her eyes in concentration as she brushed past him, following the line of blood, "And I never thought I'd say this but right now I'm glad the sheriff got fired" She added in afterthought, shivering as she pushed the image from her head of the sheriff, bloodied up and unmoving, cursing herself for thinking such things.

"Hale, come back... _Hale_" Isaac whispered loudly after her but she ignored him, curiosity getting the better of her as she tiptoed along the corridor, straining her ears to see if she could hear even the slightest thing.

"Hale..._oi_, I'm not being responsible for your death" But yet again she ignored him, tuning out his concerned voice as she got closer to the end of the corridor, heart starting to beat frantically as she smelt the vague smell of the coppery blood that lined the walls, curling her fists automatically because she literally sensed danger close by – it was like there was a warning in the air telling her to run, that this was a bad idea.

But she was a Hale and chose to remain stubborn, creeping forward instead.

"Oh screw it" Isaac muttered, jogging up to her just before she reached the wooden door at the end of the corridor, grabbing her elbow, "As much as I love this whole Sherlock-John relationship going on here, if we both die Derek will kill me"

"Derek has been following us since we left" Kayla whispered back, ignoring the grip he had on her arm and the subtle tugs in the opposite direction, "He's not nearly as stealthy as he thinks he is, now let me go... there might be people hurt through here"

"Then we'll call the police" Isaac pointed out oh-so-helpfully, "Let's go"

"We're at the police station dumbass" She argued back, well aware they were standing there wasting time, bickering like an old married couple but, honestly, sometimes he was so totally infuriating, "Now seriously let me go"

"_Fine_" He exclaimed, dropping his hand from her elbow "but don't blame me when you get ripped apa-"

The door just next to them suddenly got yanked open causing them both to jump at the sudden noise, looking around in confusion.

"Well well... look what the cat dragged in" A threatening voice commented and Kayla recognised the teenage boy standing in front – she had spoken to him all those months ago, well – it was a rather one sided conversation considering the fact she got the heebie jeebies from him, still did, and 'aha' she _knew_ there was something up with him.

He had dirty blonde hair and crazy blue eyes and he looked like he was uncomfortable in his own skin, body quivering as if he was either nervous or agitated. Matt stared between the two, his expression reading 'you really shouldn't have come here'. Kayla's eyes slid past him to see Scott and Stiles just behind him, their own expressions gaping at her and Isaac and, hold on a minute... what the hell were they doing here? They shouldn't be here!

**Bang. Bang. Bang.**

Kayla physically jolted, side stepping sideways automatically in shock and defence as she saw Matt pointing the gun in their general direction, heart skipping a beat in terror as fear seized her chest – what happened? Why was Matt shooting? Who got hurt?

She heard Stiles gasp and saw Scott take a step forward, as if he was about to intervene but Matt spun around and pointed the gun at them, stopping them in their tracks.

"Back off" He growled but Scott's forehead just lowered and he looked defiant, his eyes flashing amber, "I said _back off" _He added before pointing the gun at Kayla but she wasn't paying attention, instead dropping to her knees next to Isaac, eyebrows furrowing in shock and concentration as she placed her hands on his chest, fingers getting coated in his blood, "Or I shoot her next"

And Kayla didn't know what happened next between that little confrontation because she was more focused on the fact her friend – yes friend, she said friend believe it or not – was shot in the bloody chest and looked like he was bleeding to death.

But not just 'shot', no, shot _three times_ and his chest looked like it was ripped apart – lovely image by the way.

"Jesus..." She breathed in shock, shrugging out of her navy throwover cardigan, leaving her in a red vest top as she pressed the material against his wounds, soaking up the blood, "How you doing Lahey?"

He just groaned loudly, wincing as she pressed even harder, his hands wrapping around her wrists like he was trying to stop her, "H-Hale... stop"

"I can't" She whispered, "Never mind werewolf healing... you'll bleed to death before you have the chance – dammit, I _knew_ you should've stayed in the car" But then his eyes slipped shut and his head slumped to the side and if it wasn't for the steady rising and falling of his chest then Kayla would've thought he had died.

"Lahey?" She whispered, giving him a small nudge, "...Isaac?" She asked more nervously, eyes flitting from his wounds to his face and was definitely not liking the fact he had suddenly turned pale, like the blood loss was taking its toll on his body.

"Guess it's a party now" Matt commented and Kayla ground her teeth together in frustration, anger running through her veins, "Now get up and come over here... he'll heal" And Kayla stood up slowly, wiping her bloodied hands on her dark jeans, "And yes... I know he's a werewolf because unlike all the other airheads in this town I'm not an idiot" He suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her through the door, practically flinging her into Stiles' chest, "How about we continue now?"

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><p>Deleting the evidence. That was what he needed help with? Deleting the bloody evidence? The three of them stood there, erasing evidence from Matt's involvement in the murders while Kayla tried not to roll her eyes – god, what a bloody ass he was.<p>

Though they all heard the sound of a car approaching and Kayla's heart dropped as she heard the familiar 'clunking' sound Derek's car made when it parked and gulped nervously – what an idiot for following her and Isaac, now they were all in deep shit.

"Looks like your mom's here McCall"

"Matt don't do this... please – when she comes to the door I'll tell her to leave, I'll tell her we didn't find anything"

Kayla could hear the panic in Scott's voice, the worry over his mom and she desperately wanted to comfort him, to reassure him that it wasn't his mom – _yet_ – but how could she? Morse code?

"If you don't move... I'll kill Stiles first, then little miss eye candy, then that idiot out in the corridor and _then_ your mom... so get going" And the Matt herded them all through towards the offices, pointing the gun in their backs and then, as if on instinct, she felt a warm hand curl around her fingers tightly, as if reaching out for reassurance and comfort.

She glanced at Stiles from the corner of her eye but he wasn't looking at her, hell, Kayla wasn't even sure if he realised he was holding her hand, no, instead his eyes were focused on Scott in worry and fear and she could almost hear his heart racing from where they stood.

"It's Derek" She whispered almost inaudibly, heart clenching with fear as Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at her, "It's Derek" She confirmed and her fears were confirmed just a few seconds later when Derek fell through the door, Jackson just behind him, his body completely paralysed.

"Well... another guest" Matt smirked and Kayla's whole body clenched as she dropped Stiles' hand and knelt next to Derek, checking him over in worry.

Matt obviously enjoyed being in control the crazy bastard, throwing around jabs and insults and even though Kayla was working on her self control, that only worked for certain things – like not biting someone's head off for drinking the last of the milk or watching her mouth around teachers, definitely not when the people she cared about most were in danger.

She stood up quickly, fists clenching at her sides as she took in deep breaths, steadying her heart rate.

"You'll heal if I shoot you" Matt commented, glaring down at Derek, "So will you" he looked over at Scott before his eyes fell on Stiles, "And if I shoot you then you just won't get back up"

"Oh, I don't know... abominable snowmen are pretty tough, I think I'll live" Stiles replied in a smart ass way but Matt chose to ignore him, his eyes focusing on hers.

"So what will happen if I shoot you?" Matt asked, beginning to look full blown crazy as he pointed the gun at her chest, "Will you just heal like your cousin and friend?"

"Uh...no" She replied in a 'duh' voice, "I'm pretty sure I'll just bleed to death" And she saw Scott clenching his jaw and glaring at Matt where as Stiles' eyes widened and she felt his worry pooling off him in waves making her feel nauseous.

"I'm not buying it" Matt let out, frustrated, "You're all liars" He shook the gun again forcing Kayla to take a subtle step backwards because she really didn't want to get shot – getting shot would suck and, plus, she couldn't afford to take any more time off school, especially because those suicide runs coach would make her do may just end in an _actual_ suicide.

But on another more serious note she _was_ slightly scared – scared for her friends, scared for the sheriff and scared for herself – Matt wasn't just borderline psychotic, he really was totally insane, he could do with a place in Eichen house.

"Matt just... just think about this okay?" Kayla tried to implore because he was waving the gun around like a mad man and the last time something like this happened Stiles got shot – she would _not_ let that happen again, "How will killing us help? I mean, really? Do you want that blood on your hands?" She asked as he met her gaze, his blue eyes now ice cold.

"I've already got blood on my hands" He muttered in a threatening voice, "So don't try and be a therapist for me, you don't know how it feels"

Kayla's stomach lurched as she felt her posture slump, her eyes clouding with guilt as she bit her lip and looked away, tuning out the sound of Dave's neck breaking, feeling the bones snap underneath her fingertips and Mary's cries of pain and anger – that still haunted her, the fact that she physically took the life of someone else and was responsible for taking another, it wasn't just something she could just 'get over' – the nightmares proved that.

From the corner of her eye she saw Matt look at her in realisation, a slightly shocked look flitting across his face before the anger took over and his jaw clenched tightly, face beading with sweat.

"Unbelievable" He muttered, his eyes narrowing, "You're a murderer" He practically whispered, turning his whole body towards her, "Just like the rest of them"

Kayla just clenched her jaw and glared back at him as he took a few steps forward, keeping his arm out at the side and pointing the gun at Scott and Stiles so they couldn't move, "You're just like the rest of them"

"No, no you're wrong" She said softly, shaking her head, "You've got everything all wrong"

"_Shut up_" He suddenly roared, hand shooting out and back-handing her across the face before he shoved her back into the wall, a hand wrapping around her neck while he pressed the gun to her temple, "You don't know anything, you don't know what's happened to me, what's _happening_ to me"

Kayla just glared at him, cursing at him in her head for her throbbing jaw and aching back, ignoring Scott grabbing the back of Stiles' shirt and hauling him back, watching them with careful eyes, obviously wanting to tread carefully because Matt had a fricking gun, he was completely insane.

"Well _boo-hoo_" She spat out angrily, "Everyone has hardships, everyone has bad things happened to them but they don't go around wielding a gun and getting a giant lizard to kill innocent people" She shouted, staying still as he tightened his grip around her neck, "Well guess what Matt – I don't care" She told him honestly, "You think we have sympathy for you?" She let out an ironic chuckle, "Others might, I don't, you're just a twisted, crazy, lonely psycho" She whispered the last part in a furious voice, leaning forward to stare at him in the eye, "So, you know what ... pull the trigger" She dared, her eyes narrowing, "Kill me for telling you the cold hard truth"

Matt's lip curled as he pressed the gun into her temple even harder, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face. "You think I won't?" He whispered, eyes crazy, "You don't think I've done it before?"

"I _know_ you've done it before you sick bastard" She replied, not backing down, "So what's one more to add to the list eh? Pull the trigger" She said in a steady voice but, believe it or not, there was a plan – she just hoped it would work – if she riled him up enough, got him angry, told him to do it then *cue the crossed fingers and toes* hopefully he wouldn't _actually_ do it – reverse psychology and all that.

"Kayla stop" Stiles interrupted, managing to escape Scott's grasp whilst looking at them frantically, "Stop it, stop talking, stop everything just stop - _please_" He exclaimed, holding out his hands but Matt just ignored him, instead choosing to continue to stare at Kayla with those manic eyes.

"I want to" He whispered, twisting the gun around so it dug into her skin, "I want to put a bullet through your head but-" He sucked in a deep breath, dipping down to whisper in her ear, his hand slackening around her neck so she could breathe properly, "That would be too easy" Then he pulled back, glancing over his shoulder at the frantic Scott and Stiles, "I need answers from all three of you... and then maybe we'll see"

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><p>However, his plan to get answers was put on hold as Melissa really <em>did<em> show up this time, Stiles got paralysed and almost choked to death and Scott got shot... in front of his mom – and all this happened in the space of two minutes – two minutes that made Kayla's head spin.

Matt locked Melissa up in a cell next to the sheriff who was handcuffed to the wall as Scott stood on watching, bleeding, making his mom worried and Kayla stood to one side, looking on in worry, wanting to do something, to try and help but knowing that if she made just one mistake it could cost Melissa and the sheriff their lives – it wasn't worth it.

"Lady if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet through his head" Matt warned and Kayla shared an 'oh crap' look with Scott, heart sinking to her stomach as she saw how upset and devastated Melissa looked, "But if you're so desperate to help someone... fix her" Matt growled and Kayla looked up, just in time too as she saw Matt pointing the gun at her and heard an ear splitting shot go off before the pain erupted in her left shoulder and she fell to the ground, face screwing up in pain.

Melissa let out a small scream where as Scott looked like he was going to race forward but Matt stopped him, pointing the gun at his head.

"Stop it – you can't go around shooting school kids" The sheriff shouted, straining against the cuffs as Kayla shuffled backwards so her back was to the wall, keeping her stable, one hand pressing against her shoulder, trying to stop the blood flow.

"It's-It's fine" Kayla gasped, "It's a shoulder hit... I'll live" She claimed, blinking to get rid of the stars in her vision, slumping back against the wall.

"Exactly – she'll live, now back to the front McCall" Matt shoved Scott through the door and then locked it behind him, shutting the three of them in the cell area, trapping them.

"Kayla? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" The sheriff asked in worry as Kayla winced, pulling herself up and stumbling over to the door.

"I'm fine" She claimed, rattling the door handle, "Urghhh" She kicked the door, "Why won't you open?!"

"Honey... come here, let me have a look" Melissa encouraged, still looking upset as tears ran down her face, "We need to stop the b-bleeding"

"No... what we need to do is get out of here" Kayla muttered, holding her sore shoulder that hurt like a son of a bitch right now, a burning sensation running down her whole arm, "If we're trapped then we're pigs for the slaughter"

They tried to get her to do anything but kick the door down, well they would, they were parents, it was maternal/paternal instinct or whatever but she politely turned them down, trying to offer comfort to Melissa at the same time that Scott would be okay and give the Sheriff encouragement to break free from the cuffs.

Only when she _actually_ managed to break down the door did they encourage her to move.

"Go... get help" Sheriff said in desperation, "There's a landline just down the corridor to your right, call for back up" And Kayla just shook her head, not wanting to leave them there, helpless, "Kid, please, we'll be fine" The sheriff said softly, "And... and find Stiles and Scott... make sure they're okay?" He practically pleaded and that broke her resolve like a crumbling dam.

She just nodded, trying to send them a positive look over her shoulder as she skirted down the corridors like a crippled old ninja.

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><p>Something went wrong, Kayla knew that. Alarms were going off, smoke filled the corridors, gun shots could be heard and Kayla's heart sunk, tears stinging her eyes from the pain and worry as she pushed herself forward, holding onto the wall for support, her shoulder still oozing blood.<p>

However she turned a corner, gasping through the pain and saw a familiar silhouette opposite her and Kayla gaped... oh god, not another one of her friends in danger, not again.

"Allison?" Kayla asked in shock, blinking rapidly to clear her eyesight because _what the hell_ was Allison doing here? "What's going o-" But her sentence was cut short as Allison pointed her bow and arrow at her, her eyes narrowing.

"Where's Derek?" She demanded, looking cold and detached, something that was so unlike the usual warm and caring Allison, "I said _where is he?_" She screaming, stepping out of the shadows and glaring at Kayla so fiercely it made her heart skip a beat.

"I-I don't know" Kayla answered uncertainly, dropping her hand from her bleeding shoulder, everything blurring in and out of focus, "Ally... what's wrong?"

"Don't pretend to care" Allison whispered in a deadly voice, brown eyes clouding with tears, "You're just like him... you're a bad person" And Kayla just shook her head, holding out her hands in surrender.

"Ally... whatever has happened we can fix this" She implored, getting an awful dose of deja-vu from when she was talking to Stiles all those days ago, her heart breaking all over again, "You're my best friend... tell me what's wrong"

Allison met her gaze, her eyes softening slightly and Kayla thought that maybe, _maybe_ there was a chance to get Allison to open up, to get her to speak with her, to try and fix her but not long had she thought that did her friends' stare harden and she shook her head, pointing the bow at her chest, "No... no don't you do that, don't you do that – you're with him"

"With who?" Kayla asked in confusion, taking a careful step forward, "Allison what-"

"With Derek" Allison snapped spitefully, "I've been so stupid... you're his cousin, you're just like him, all of the Hales are just the same" And Kayla's expression froze into shock and hurt, heart tearing in new ways, "Maybe you should have just died in that fire" And Kayla literally broke apart on the inside – she didn't know what was up with Allison but she knew something must've have been really wrong with her to say those things, it was like she was a completely different person, like someone had manipulated her into being this cold, heartless and – to put it in simple terms – a complete bitch, "And Derek too... then maybe my mom would still be alive"

Kayla stumbled backwards a step, leaning against the wall for support as Allison glared at her once more before pushing past her roughly, hitting Kayla's bad shoulder on the way like she did it out of spite.

"Allison, please-" Kayla tried once more, pushing past the hurt and anger, fearful that she was losing her friend down this dark path and that if Kayla had a chance to stop it then she had to try – no one was there for her the first time and she knew how it felt to get a taste of the power and bitterness and definitely did not want that to happen to Allison – not her best friend.

But Allison was clearly really, super pissed off – like royally, because she spun around so quickly it made Kayla's head spin and she grabbed her bad shoulder, twisting Kayla around and pushing her face first into the wall and, ow... ow, ow, ow.

"Don't Kayla, just don't" She snarled in her ear, twisting her arm behind her back roughly and _son of a fricking bitch_, her shoulder felt like it was set on fire and little elves were stabbing it with even littler but deadly knives, "Stay the hell away from me – I mean it" And then she abruptly let her go and Kayla slithered to her knees, gasping in pain.

When she turned around, eyes blurring with tears, Allison was gone.

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><p>"We really should take you to the hospital" The paramedic woman, Louise, commented as she frowned down at Kayla in worry, "After I stitch up this wound – just to get checked over"<p>

"I'm fine" Kayla sighed for the hundredth time, not even flinching as the needle pierced her skin, sitting on the end of the bed in the ambulance in just a bra, her bloody tank top discarded to one side "Honestly – _promise_"

They all made it out – a bloody miracle if Kayla did say so herself and she didn't know how – after her little encounter with Allison the extra blood loss made her feel dizzy and nauseous as she lay sprawled out over the floor, trying to catch her breath – ah, good times.

"I have to disagree Miss Hale" And Kayla just rolled her eyes – she knew the woman was just trying to help but no, not right now, no way in fricking hell was she in the mood, "There could be ligament or tendon damage"

"Okay, look here" Kayla spoke up in an aggravated voice, meeting the paramedic's shocked gaze, her own stare burning bright green, "You examined me, stitched me up and determined that I was fine – no extra precautions were needed, is that clear?" Kayla asked in a steady voice, not breaking eye contact with the woman.

Louise just stared at her, her own stare blank and gaping, like she was under the influence – which she kind of was, Kayla was compelling her, her out of control emotions fuelling this circus act, but eventually the woman just nodded, looking completely out of it.

"If anyone asks you did your job and I refused any extra help, understood?"

And again Louise just nodded, her brown eyes unfocused and Kayla gulped, physically pulling herself backwards as she felt the power run through her veins, hating how her skin tingled and came alive – remembering her mom's story of her great-great-great whatever grandma channelling a tornado and killing the people in her village – fun times.

"Uh... wow" She heard Stiles comment and whipped her head to the side, meeting his shocked stare, "I didn't... what was _that_?" And Kayla just stared at him, eyes soaking him up as if she would never get to see him again – which was stupid, but that was how she felt.

"I've examined you and stitched you up, you're in the clear now" Louise said, snapping out of her trance and repeating the words Kayla had put in her mind, "There's no severe damage done"

"Uh... thanks" Kayla practically whispered, her eyes still glued to Stiles', "That's... good I guess"

Stiles slowly seemed to lose his shocked appearance, his honey brown eyes holding hers as he tilted his head to the side, a small pout on his lips and Kayla had never seen anything so adorable in all her life.

During their intense staring match, Louise the paramedic must have excused herself because when Kayla broke free from her trance Stiles was standing in front of her in the ambulance, a worried frown plastered on his face.

"How you holding up Kaylz?" He asked quietly, his voice soft and gentle as he tilted her chin up with his fingers, gaze never leaving hers, "You okay?" And Kayla just gave him a small smile, nodding her head.

"Fine... I'm fine" She stated, even though it was a complete lie – she was in pain, her friend got shot and could be in bad shape, her boyfriend-ish partly resented her and her best friend was now some badass killing werewolf machine... she was not 'fine' - "What about you? You can move all your limbs now, that's a good sign right?" She tried to let out a small chuckle but it seemed forced and fake.

"They're all functioning properly" He answered with a small smile before his expression got more serious and worryful, his hand leaving her chin and grazing across across her stitched shoulder, "I could kill him you know... for hurting you"

"I've had worse" She replied nonchalantly, standing up slowly as to not hurt her already aching body, "Honestly – it's just collateral damage"

"And like I've told you a hundred times over that doesn't make me feel better" He whispered quietly, "How can you act so casual about this?"

"How can you?" She asked him softly as she gently reached out and lifted up his shirt slowly, her fingertips brushing across the scar that still remained on his left side, "You took a bullet for me and you acted like it was nothing" She whispered, eyes tearing up and meeting his soft stare, "Why is that?"

"Because it _was_ nothing" He replied, his voice making it clear there was no room for arguments, "Did it hurt? Hell yeah but I didn't die, for goodness sake there won't be much of a scar there in a few months... and if I had the chance to do it again I would – I would do it every damn time"

"And like I'm bound to tell you a hundred times over that doesn't make me feel better" She repeated his sentence as he shot her a small smile, her fingertips still glued to the skin on his torso.

"Touché" He smirked, a hand tucking some hair behind her ear, "So... how about we make a deal – both of us not getting hurt in the near future, whether it be by crazy hunters or giant lizard creatures – even papercuts is out of the question... deal?"

"Deal" Kayla gave a small laugh, nodding her head and agreeing to his 'terms', "Sounds like a plan" She muttered, feeling her façade dropping as she remembered Allison's threats and words, the way she really just didn't seem to care, her heart dropping to her stomach because she just wanted Allison... she just wanted her best friend back.

"Kaylz? What is it? What's wrong?" Stiles asked, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck, "Are you in pain?" And Kayla just bit her lip, bottom lip quivering as she looked up at Stiles, her rock.

"Allison hates me" She muttered, eyes pooling with tears, "She hates us all"

"She doesn't hate you Kaylz" Stiles immediately comforted, fingers rubbing the nape of her neck, "She's just confused... give it some time and-"

"Time won't bring her mom back" Kayla interrupted, heart aching for her friend, "No Stiles... Allison's reached breaking point and to be honest... I don't blame her" She muttered to herself, the depressed feeling spreading from her stomach to her chest, encircling her heart like some dark creature trying to possess her, "Maybe if... maybe if Peter had just saved Cora... or George and Charlotte instead-" She mumbled, remembering her family's terrified faces, tear stains running down their grubby faces, eyes wide and haunted but she was jolted from that flashback as Stiles gripped at her roughly and desperately, forehead pressing against hers.

"Don't speak like that" He demanded, pure fear and worry on his facial features, "Don't you dare Kayla – none of what happened to Allison and her family was your fault, it was Derek's... _Derek's,_ you understand?" Both his hands were on the back of her neck, keeping her in place as he stared at her wide-eyed, "I _need_ you to get that, I _need_ you to understand what I'm saying" He added, his voice hard yet full of panic, "I'm not going to lose you over this... not again" He mumbled, "If only you could see how special you are" He whispered quietly, a lot softer than before as Kayla gulped noisily, her own hands still gripping at his shirt in something close to desperation.

She met his gaze, his stare was practically hypnotising and Kayla couldn't help but fall right into them, loosing herself in those butterscotch flecked orbs – she acted confident and sarcastic with a side of sassy and a dip of snark but she was still trying to piece herself together and the guilt of everything did eat away at her... everyday – guilt for Allison, fear that she was loosing her best friend, shame that she couldn't help, and all those vulnerable emotions were always out in the open when it came to Stiles – it was like he could see through her and pick her apart, getting all her weak spots.

How was it that he could always do that?

Kayla sniffed, hands curling around his shirt as she pulled him further forward, tongue darting out to wetten her lips nervously and she couldn't help but allow her eyes to flit down to his lips – a perfect pink colour and the almost angelic shape were a real knee wobbler and how was it that she was putty in his hands? It was supposed to be the other way around, her genes were supposed to make her be in control, to make her influence others in this way...but she guessed Stiles just had that effect on her, he broke past her offences and defences, even past her DNA to her, the _real_ her, and Kayla thought that was pretty unique.

She felt Stiles caress the back of her neck, one hand sliding into her hair as he, very slowly, dipped his head down, taking it extra slowly, his eyes never leaving hers causing a hot flush to glow over her body, her heart racing so quickly she was sure she was going to pass out. She felt his slightly chapped lips brushing against hers lightly so she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, completely absorbed in his touches, unable to think of anything else, just the thought that he was starting to forgive her made her want to jump up and down in happiness as she moved her hands to his chest, loving the feel of his racing heart underneath her fingertips as he began to part his lips, his hot breath washing over her and-

"Hale, c'mon we gotta go" A voice interrupted, "Derek is... oh, sorry" Isaac apologised, skidding to a stop outside of the ambulance, a large jacket wrapped around his frame to cover his bloodied jumper even though he didn't look remotely sorry, in fact he actually looked mildly pleased with himself, "Put on your clothes and let's get going" And Kayla felt the grip Stiles had on her drop as he stepped backwards, ignoring the cold feeling it left on her skin as he glanced at Isaac in annoyance before looking down, like he was caught doing something wrong.

"Um... sure" Kayla gulped, not even glancing at Isaac as she kept her eyes fixated on Stiles as her hands reached out and grabbed her tank top but he wouldn't look at her – in fact, he looked quite bitter as he clenched his fists at his sides.

She slowly pulled it over her torso, wincing slightly at the jostled movement of her shoulder, trying to catch Stiles' gaze but he was being stubborn, a tongue sticking into his cheek and looking away.

Hurt welled up in her chest as she glanced at the floor of the ambulance because, ow, that stung – how could he go from being hot one moment to stone cold the next? She had a good guess why and that came in the form of 'Isaac Lahey'.

"Hale... hurry up, we don't have all day" And Kayla just nodded at him, still looking at Stiles but was disappointed when he finally looked up but instead of the caring and gentle look that was on his face twenty seconds ago, he looked cold and distant.

"It doesn't matter" He told her, "Just... go, it _obviously_ must be important" He added spitefully, brushing past her and jumping down from the ambulance, glaring at Isaac the whole time.

"I'm watching you" She heard Stiles whisper in a threatening voice, "Just remember that" And with that he disappeared from sight, striding away in annoyance and anger and Kayla just sighed sadly before narrowing her eyes at Isaac.

"What?" Isaac threw up his hands in surrender, "Don't shoot the messenger – he's already been shot" And she just shook her head, giving up, fed up with bickering and arguing and all the negative emotions... why couldn't everything just run smoothly?

**A/N) EEEEK, two episodes till the finale and then a bit extra about the summer vacation and then this story will end... BUT THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL FOR SEASON 3 and I love season three so expect big plans for that guys – anyway I hope you all liked and please leave your thoughts, I would really appreciate it and they are so motivating – hence, long chapters hahaha, so see you next time lovely people :) x**


	89. Chapter 89 - Snuggle time

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any shape or form *cries* ha – hope you enjoy this chapter :) x**

She was such a creepy stalker.

Okay, not really, it wasn't like she carried a telescope in her bag or hid behind shady sunglasses or anything but she sure as hell felt like it.

She was awoken – _again_ – by the nightmares, a never ending vicious cycle that was constantly on repeat so Kayla slipped out quietly into the cool night air, just needing to get some fresh air away from prying ears and eyes but knowing that if Derek found out there would be hell to pay.

No, literally, 'hell'. He would go bonkers. He was very protective like that. Especially since Matt's death and a kanima on the loose. Fun times.

And somehow, after forty five minutes of walking she had found herself outside Stiles' house for no apparent reason.

And then five minutes later was sitting inside his bedroom on his window sill, knees pulled to her chest as she layed her head on the window, just listening to his quiet breathing and occasional little puffs of air that he blew from his mouth.

She had lost the bloody plot that was for sure – but it wasn't like he would find out, she would just watch over him until the sun came up, make sure everything was fine and dandy and no giant lizards decided to kill him in his sleep and that would be it.

Ha – yeah right.

She started to doze off, her body too tired to stay awake and she felt the familiar feeling of falling so jolted upright, her legs kicking out to keep herself stable, elbow colliding with the window and, ow, that hurt but the commotion must have been too much for even Stiles to stay sleeping.

"_Jesus_" She heard Stiles exclaim loudly, his body flailing about on his bed like a fish out of water, his left arm shooting out and knocking his lamp off his bedside table so it crashed to the floor with a loud clatter, the ceramic breaking apart into little pieces as Kayla let out a surprised squawk, slipping off his window sill and landing with a bang on the wooden floor.

"Wh-What... what is happening? What's happening?" He gasped, sitting up bolt right in his bed, expression wide with shock as Kayla cringed, picking herself up off the floor and dusting off the back of her red denim shorts, internally kicking herself because not that long ago she was cursing Isaac and Derek for their stealth, or rather lack of it, and now here she was caught looking like a complete stalker – which she wasn't by the way.

"Uh... sorry" She apologised as Stiles squinted at her through the hazy darkness of his room, "I'm not trying to be some creepy ex girlfriend or anything I just, uh... I was in the neighbourhood" She supplied, letting out a sheepish shrug at him while he just gaped before glancing at his alarm clock, his features becoming even more surprised.

"At three thirty in the morning?" He questioned, a hand still on his chest, obviously trying to calm down his racing heart as Kayla just gave a lopsided smile, forgetting briefly that it actually was that late and people usually slept at that time.

"Yeah" Kayla answered, like it was the most obvious and reasonable thing in the world, "You know me... funky sleeper" She supplied, stuffing her hands in the back pockets of her shorts, rocking backwards and forwards on her heels, "So... I've done my dose of creepiness for the next decade so... see you around" She saluted, cringing at how stupid she was, probably looking borderline psychotic but ever since the incident at the police station, well, she was worried for him and the sheriff – okay scrap that, a lot worried, whatever.

Just as she turned around, about to jump back out the window she heard Stiles throw back the duvet on his bed, sitting up straight as he called out, "Kaylz wait... uh..." She swivelled around, raising her eyebrows, silently urging him to go on, "Um... you're here now... uh... you may as well stay" He stuttered, wringing his hands together nervously that rested on his lap and Kayla felt her eyes widening in surprise, not expecting that answer.

"You... you sure?" Kayla asked for clarification, looking around at his room in the hazy darkness, "Because I thought you, y'know..." She trailed off, shrugging, "You wanted some space"

"Yeah, well..." He bit his lip, honey brown eyes soft and gleaming, "You're here by yourself so... well, I mean, I'm assuming you're here by yourself, not that you should be, or shouldn't, that's your choice, I just, uh-" He fumbled about as Kayla looked on amused as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Wow... idiot" She heard him mumble to himself as she smiled, biting her lip to stop from full blown smiling.

"I can stay" She shrugged, making her way towards him and sitting next to him on the bed, crossing her ankles, "I can't sleep anyway"

"Guess we both have that problem" Stiles spoke up quietly, untangling his hands and running a hand over his hair in something close to aggravation before rubbing at his eyes, that Kayla now saw had dark smudges underneath them.

"Why?" She asked curiously, chest constricting in worry, "Is everything okay with you?"

And judging by his expression she guessed it was a pretty loaded question. She furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at his broken and stressed demeanour, wishing there was something she could do to help him, to help ease the pressure because it was definitely not something he deserved.

"Uh... it doesn't matter" He waved his hand in front of him, trying to play the situation off as nothing, "You missed school today... or rather yesterday, what's up?"

"Derek being paranoid since Matt's death but that doesn't answer my question" She sent him a small smile, wanting to reach out and take his hand but she wasn't sure if that would just make him feel awkward, or if it would be crossing the line, "Tell me Stiles" She whispered, peering at him through the darkness.

"I just...um..." He bit his lip, his posture slumping over so he resembled an old man rather than a sixteen year old guy, "My dad" He said and Kayla understood straight away what was eating away at him, "I'm worried about him... he only knows half the story and it may just be the other half that gets him killed" And Kayla watched as he clenched his hands around his pyjama pants, his eyes beginning to get frenzied, "I've lost one parent... I can't lose another" And Kayla's heart broke at his pained expression – at the way he bit the inside of his cheek in worry, the way he was clenching his fingers together so his knuckles turned white, how his leg was jittering up and down nervously.

Kayla reached out carefully, placing a hand on his knee so it stopped bouncing up and down and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, looking at her questioningly.

"We'll make sure you don't" She promised in a sincere voice, "_I'll_ make sure you don't" She emphasised, "Stiles I promise your dad will be fine... he's a tough guy"

"I know" He said back in a soft voice, "But he's human... and humans are breakable"

Kayla just rubbed his knee gently, thumb tracing its way over his kneecap, "If you want to tell him, you can" She explained, "If you think that's the right thing to do then do it"

"But... I don't know" He replied, starting to sound guilty and torn, "If I tell him what if that's what gets him killed? But then what if I don't and he doesn't know how to protect himself?" His eyes met hers again, practically pleading for answers, answers that Kayla couldn't give to him, "What do I do Kaylz?"

"I... I don't know" Kayla supplied, "It's a tricky situation" She added, taking her hand from his knee and grabbing his hand in hers tightly, "But... if it were me, I would tell him" She answered honestly, "Just because a secret like this can put strain on a relationship... and I would hate for that to happen between you and your dad, _but_-" She supplied, glancing down as he intertwined their fingers together, "If you don't think he's ready then he won't be – you know him better than I do"

"I don't know about that" He let out a humourless chuckle, "We're drifting apart Kaylz... I don't even think he wants me as a son"

"Stiles, stop it" She chastised, leaning forward to look at him in the eye, "He loves you and is proud of you...no matter what and do you know how I know that?" And he shook his head earnestly, "Because I know everything" She smirked and her plan worked as he let out a small chuckle, eyes beginning to gleam again, "But seriously... your dad? That's the right kind of dad... trust me on that" And he nodded slowly, still looking down.

"I just... I'm trying" He told her, sitting there holding her hand, staring off into space, "But I'm starting to think it's not enough"

"Stiles... where is this coming from?" She asked seriously, heart dropping to the base of her stomach at how done with everything he looked, "What's going on?"

"Everything's just building up to, like, skyscraper levels" He muttered, turning his head around to face her, "All these people are dying and I can't stop it"

"That's _not_ your fault" She emphasised, shaking her head quickly, taking both his hands in hers, "You've been perfect Stiles okay? You didn't have to be involved in this, but you choose to stay... that speaks volumes about who you are, about how selfless you are and you've helped – _alot_" He scoffed at that, glancing down at the floor again, "Seriously – look at me" She said softly, taking a hand away from his and sliding it around to the nape of his neck so he had to look at her, "You figure things out, you keep things rolling" She pointed out, "And I know for a fact Scott wouldn't have made it this far without you... you're his rock Stiles, no matter what, and that's not 'nothing', that is definitely something" She told him gently, "What you and Scott have is... it's special – and that is worth something"

"What about what we have?" He questioned out of the blue, meeting her surprised gaze, "What _do_ we have?" And Kayla gaped for a few seconds before giving him a comforting smile, shrugging sheepishly.

"You tell me" She whispered, bumping his shoulder.

"Something just as good" He mumbled to himself so Kayla had to strain her ears to hear what he was saying, "But, uh... about the other night – I'm sorry" He apologised and Kayla furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"For... what?"

"Getting mad" He supplied, "I just... he just makes me _so_ mad" And Kayla knew exactly who 'he' was, cringing internally, "His stupid cheekbones and stupid hair, not to mention his stupid smirk and stupid werewolf stupid powers..." He ranted and Kayla just nodded along, "And, I mean... technically you're single but... but _still_" And Kayla just smiled at him.

"Stiles – Isaac is an idiot, a complete idiot" She assured him, "But... you want the truth?" She asked and then he nodded quite fearfully, looking like his world was tumbling down around him, "I did, for a minute, think _maybe_" She explained, "But that was months ago... and I was half out my mind at the time but then I realised what a complete idiot I was being because I had you" She let go of his hands again, placing them back on her own lap, "So no... he's a friend... nothing more – promise"

"He has feelings for you though" Stiles whispered, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes, "Scott felt it, I can see it... how can I compete with that?"

"You don't have to you dork" Kayla smiled light-heartedly, "And so what? In a few weeks time he'll be lusting after the next pretty girl that gives him the time of day – stop worrying" She assured him, "Here" She told him, holding out her wrist facing upwards, "Feel my pulse" She instructed, bringing his fingers to rest on her skin, "And ask me if anything is going on between Isaac and I" And Stiles just looked at her, slightly shocked, but placed his fingers on her wrist causing tingles to run down her spine.

"Do-" Stiles gulped nervously, "Do you want to be with Isaac?"

And Kayla thought that was the most simplest question in the history of the world – if only it came up in a pop quiz.

"No" She answered defiantly, nodding her head, agreeing with herself, "Absolutely one hundred percent no" And she watched as a range of emotions flickered across his face before finally settling on a pleased expressions, his posture relieved.

"See?" She asked, about to take her hand back but Stiles held on, fingers hovering over her pulse point, his eyes meeting hers and drilling holes through her own, "Stiles, what are you do-"

"Don't speak" He interrupted, his free hand landing on her thigh making her heart jump, "I just... I want to..." He trailed off, leaning closer, his hand running up over her hip, fingers pushing up her striped blouse to grip at her waist, "Your pulse is really fast" He observed, hot breath washing over her face and Kayla though 'really? No duh!" sarcastically as her skin flushed because, dammit Stiles, stop making her feel this way.

"Stiles... w-w-what are you doing?" She stuttered as he moved closer, still holding onto her wrist, "Pretty self explanitiry" He whispered, face so close to hers he was all she could see but Kayla got herself together before anything could happen.

She turned around, biting her lip because_ holy frigging god_ she really wanted that but, no, it would be wrong.

"Stiles" She sighed, skirting back slightly, "You're just upset... you wouldn't be doing that otherwise"

"How do you know?" He retaliated, losing that lusty look and looking at her in confusion, "Because I'm pretty sure I would be"

"No" She disagreed, "You're still mad... and I promised to make things right before anything happened... I'm not going back on that"

"I'm not mad" He disagreed and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, "I'm not"

"You are" She contradicted, "And that's okay... get mad, get angry, feel bitter – that's normal things to feel but you'll just resent me that little bit more if anything happens" She explained, "So... I'm just gonna go..." She tried to excuse herself as politely as possible, standing up as Stiles let go of her wrist, wishing she hadn't come around in the first place because now things would just be even more awkward – for both of them – but Stiles stood up with her, darting around in front of her so she couldn't go any further.

"You know what? You're right" He told her, arms shooting out to hold hers, stopping her in her tracks, "I am mad – I'm mad at how you make me feel so many things at once, I'm mad over the fact that I'm this-close to losing you, I'm mad that I can't make myself get over what happened, even though I know it was the right thing to do... I'm mad that I'm making you try so hard" He explained, taking a step forward, "But... I can't do this without you"

"Yes you can" She disagreed, "Stiles... we just need a little more time – wait until Jackson is-"

"I can't wait that long" He told her seriously, "I can't... I can feel you slipping and I can't allow that" He shuffled forward again, hands gliding up her arms and resting on the sides of her neck, "I can't"

"That won't happen Stiles" She tried to assure him, her hands now clinging to his wrists, "I promise, I've told you the truth, now just let me make things better"

"You don't need to" He whispered, shaking his head as he leaned in closer to her, "All done and dusted"

"It's not done and dusted Stiles" She exclaimed loudly, getting het up again, "I've made a shit ton of mistakes and I need to put things right so don't kiss me or touch me or even _look_ at me" She added in a frenzied rush of words, making Stiles stop leaning forward and look at her in shock, "I need to fix things and this isn't making it easier" And she saw Stiles furrow his eyebrows, slowly untangling their limbs.

"Uh... okay" He said nervously, taking a step back, rejection evident in his eyes, "Um... I didn't mean to... to push..."

Kayla softened, loosing her panic now that he was a safe distance away from her, less scared that she would fall for his advances, "Don't be sorry... I just... if we're going to do this then we'll do it right – I've learnt from my mistakes – no rushing into things... slow and steady wins the race right?"

"Right" Stiles agreed, still looking crestfallen, "No, you're right, you're right I know that"

"Good" She offered him a smile, "Because if we did it then it would just turn into mistake sex and I've had enough of that for a lifetime so... capiche?" She asked as he nodded, though avoided looking at her in the eyes.

"Capiche" He confirmed, nodding his head but finally looked up at her, "But I wasn't... I wasn't just trying to, y'know-" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, biting his lip, "Not that I didn't want to, I did, but not just because of... oh my god, never mind" He muttered, beginning to look embarrassed, "Forget I said anything or better yet forget I did anything – in fact can we just forget about everything?" And Kayla gave him a small smile.

"Clean slate" She said softly, "I'll see ya around Stilinski"

"Kaylz wait" Stiles called out again just before she got to his window, "Do you wanna... I mean... what's your policy on... on just, y'know... snuggling?" He asked meekly, "I'll keep my hands to myself" He tried to joke and Kayla just smiled, finding it cute how awkward and boyish he could be.

"Just because it's dark outside and Jackson is still on the loose... I mean, you don't have to... only if you feel comfortable with it, I'm not trying to rush things, I just thought we could... we could..." He trailed off, looking panicked when she didn't answer straight away.

"We could cuddle?" She asked for clarification, a small smile etching it's way to her lips as he nodded faintly, holding his breath, "Sure... why not"

"R-Really?" he stuttered, "I mean... you'd be up for that?"

"It's cuddling Stiles, not a marriage proposal" She joked lightly, striding past him and lying down on his bed, fluffing up his pillows so she wasn't laying completely flat and looked up at his gaping expression, "Well?" She smirked and she watched as he physically shook his head, blinking rapidly.

"Sorry but... you confuse me sometimes – meaning all the time" He told her, sitting down nervously next to her, back hunched over, "One minute you don't want me to touch you and the next your fine with being in my bed"

"Yes, well..." She trailed off, not being able to come up with a reasonable logical answer – she panicked before, scared that her need for Stiles would over-run her common sense, especially when he was looking at her like that, but now that situation had calmed down she had her bearings back and enjoyed being in his company, knowing they were one step closer to being 'them' again, "I'm weird that way"

He smiled at her over his shoulder before hesitantly lying down next to her, his body stiff as a board, his arms straight at his sides and Kayla bit her lip to stop from laughing.

"Stiles... relax" She encouraged, turning around so she was on her side, peering at him, "It looks like someone has stuffed you" She chuckled, "You're the one that wanted to cuddle"

"I didn't" He immediately protested, "Well... yeah... I did but it's awkward"

"It's not awkward" Kayla smiled, "We've cuddled before – and a lot more"

"And that's what makes it awkward" He pointed out, breathing quickly, "It's like I know everything about you but we're starting again and it just feels weird and-ohmygod" He muttered quickly, body going stiff again as she placed her head on his chest, an arm splayed over his torso, taking a fistful of his grey T-shirt in her grip, "Uh... um... laheryab" He muttered incoherently.

"Stiles?" She asked hesitantly before smirking, "Stiles?... Breathe please" And he did, letting out a whoosh of air, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Is... is it okay?" He asked nervously and Kayla just nodded, feeling more at ease than she had in over a month, her eyelids already fluttering shut, the lack of sleep catching up with her as Stiles very carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested his other hand on her thigh and she smiled as she felt how hard his heart was thumping in his ribcage, the sound oddly comforting.

He let out a shaky breath, his hand gliding up her bare leg and then rested it on her hip, his fingers gently rubbing the bare skin where her top had ridden up but he kept his promise – he kept his hands to himself, probably because he felt so bleeding awkward doing anything else.

"Okay... okay" He muttered, posture loosening as Kayla just turned her head into his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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><p>"Stiles" The sheriff shouted through the wooden door, not even bothering knocking before flinging it open, an empty coffee cup in hand because he had just finished a night shift, "Up and at 'em kiddo, school ti-... urghhh" He muttered awkwardly, frozen on the spot as he saw his son lying there quite contently and Kayla right next to him – fully dressed <em>thank god<em> – she was sleeping on his chest and he had his arms wrapped around her, his hand on her bare waist and compared to what he had seen before this was rather PG _thank the lord._

"Kids?" He called out but they didn't hear him, "Uh... hello?" But still nothing, "_Guys_?" He raised his voice a bit more and that did the trick. Stiles shot up, limbs flailing as dramatically as ever which just so happened to knock Kayla to the ground, rolling off the bed to the floor.

"...Ow" She muttered, "Where's the fire?" And the sheriff just gaped in surprise before sending his son a mild glare as he strode forward, helping the girl to her feet carefully, well aware that she still had a sore shoulder if the bandages were anything to go by.

"Sorry darling" He apologised, steadying her, chuckling quietly to himself at her severe case of bed hair and bleary appearance, "I didn't know Stiles would act so... drastically"

"I'm _so_ sorry" Stiles emphasised with wide eyes, looking panicked, "I just... with the shouting and the fright and that was a _really_ good sleep" He rambled, getting off topic, "You okay Kaylz?"

"I'll live" She mumbled with a smile, "Thanks sheriff"

"No problem" He replied with his own smile, "So... what were you kids doing?"

He watched in part amusement as his son and Kayla just shared a glance with each other, silently communicating as he just crossed his arms in a fatherly way.

"N-N-Nothing" Stiles stuttered with pretend wide innocent eyes, "Nothing at all, we were just... having a sleepover?" He trailed off uncertainty, his pyjamas all squint.

The sheriff almost laughed at how pathetic that answer was.

"Cuddling" Kayla supplied honestly, "You see we kinda broke up but at the same time we didn't so I guess you could say it's complicated? Well, at any rate he's jealous because of this kid – Isaac – well, you know him, the kid you arrested? Yeah well him so we talked and then we were this-close to having mistake sex but we didn't, obviously, and then we cuddled" She rambled and the sheriff was sure his eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline by this point, "Shit – what time is it?" She asked rhetorically, grabbing his arm and looking at his watch, "Derek will be looking for me, gotta run, nice cuddling, we should do it again sometime" She directed the last part of her rushed sentence to a panicked Stiles before randomly giving the sheriff a hug out of no where, "Catch up laterz" And before the Sheriff could get his bearings Kayla had already opened up Stiles' bedroom window and disappeared through it like some kind of ninja turtle as the sheriff gaped.

"Did she just... did she just jump from a second story building?" He asked in surprise, looking at his son for answers who just looked around innocently, like he was pretending he had no clue what was going on.

"I... I mean... yeah" Stiles finally settled on saying, "It's Kayla" He added as if that explained everything, shrugging lightly.

"Hmmmm" The sheriff hummed, "You know what? I'm sticking to my earlier statement – I _definitely_ like her" He nodded his head in approval, smiling at the empty window sill, "But I will like you a lot less if you don't get your butt to school – get moving" He ordered, striding from Stiles' room, leaving his son with his jaw slack and his expression just screaming 'confused'.

**A/N) AHHHHHHH... I know, im a tease but I need the development, the development is what I need – I plan on getting those two back together in a BIG way ha, so please leave your thoughts below you lovely people, so motivating, and I shall see you next chapter :) x**


	90. Chapter 90 - Snuggles make everything ok

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Was Derek severely pissed and annoyed? That was a-given. He chastised her like she was five before banging on about how it was dangerous and he thought she was taken before acting like a disapproving father as he told her that 'sneaking out to see a boy was out of limits'.

And she, being the smart ass she was, replied with, 'It's not just any boy – it's Stiles, and it's not like we had hot wild sex, _relax_'.

And then he grounded her for that – the nerve.

But since when did Kayla stick to the rules?

She slipped out of her PJ's and into a pair of white denim shorts and a tight red vest top, throwing over a casual hoodie as she sneaked past Derek and all the other little bitches-sorry, she totally meant betas, because it was useless trying to sleep there, she just got nightmares anyway and she wanted some more progress with Stiles.

By the time she climbed up to his bedroom window, even though she had a key to the front door (but who wanted to be normal anyway?) the hatch was off the hook and she smiled, realising that this was his way of telling her that it was okay to come in, that he was actually expecting it.

"Hey" Stiles greeted, sitting on the bed and smiling at her, "Uh sorry Scott, gotta go" He muttered, slamming the laptop lid shut, "Although I'm sure that looked like a hot date between us, it wasn't" And Kayla snorted.

"I wouldn't mind, I would just be pissed you didn't invite me"

"Forward much?" He chuckled, throwing his legs over the end of the bed, already kitted out in a white T-shirt and plaid PJ pants, "And you do know you can use the front door right?"

"Boring" She stated, cocking her head to the side, "But you knew I would take the window, hence, why you left it open"

"True" He smiled, nodding his head, "I guess I know you well" And Kayla just nodded as Stiles looked her over, his eyes soaking her up.

"So where have you been staying? I checked that creepy underground subway station but no sign" And Kayla smirked – they were still there but Derek just led them further and deeper in, 'better protection' he had said.

"Now if I tell you that then I would have to kill you" Kayla said seriously before a playful smirk appeared over her lips, a chuckle escaping her throat, "But it shouldn't be for long... it's just because Allison and Gerard, well..." Stiles watched as she trailed off, a guilt ridden look residing over her face, "Better safe than sorry right?" And Stiles just nodded – he knew that the Argents particularly had a special reserved hatred _just_ for Hales and Kayla just happened to be a Hale, yes, always better safe than sorry.

"Absolutely" He agreed, "Not that I wouldn't mind Derek getting knocked down a peg or two" He grumbled and Kayla took it in the good way because she laughed, nodding her head, agreeing with him.

"Well there's that" She pointed out, "But he is trying you know? Derek that is" And Stiles raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "I can see all of this is getting to him – the pressure, the guilt, the one that has to make the hard decisions... but he still carries on" She muttered quietly, eyes flitting to gaze out his window as Stiles watched her expression carefully, his head tilting to the side, "I mean-" She coughed awkwardly, probably because she was getting all 'deep and meaningful', "He's an idiot and I hate him" She amended, sending him a smirk.

"No you don't" He disagreed, unable to stop the smile flitting across his face.

"No I don't" She agreed light heartedly looking at him straight in the eye, her gaze making him feel flushed and light headed, his pulse quickening but the intense-maybe-moment was cut short by a shrill ring echoing through out the room, making Stiles jump.

"Damn" She muttered and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as she fished a shiny new phone from her pocket, rolling her eyes at the name before grunting in greeting.

Stiles waited patiently as Kayla just rolled her eyes again before smirking, "So what if Derek knows I stuck out? He should know I would sneak out" She spoke out, "And if he wants to keep me there then he should just handcuff me to the bed" And Stiles coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck because been there-done that, mission accomplished. Kayla sent him a look, eyes gleaming, obviously picking up on what he was so obviously thinking.

"No you idiot, I'm not going to let you handcuff me to the bed" He heard her snort, "Look... just tell Derek I'll be back in the morning and to stop worrying – I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself" She stated, pausing, obviously waiting for whoever was on the other end to reply to her sentence, "He won't blame you, why would he blame you?" She exclaimed, "Jesus christ – you would think we were joined at the hip... just... go to sleep, watch a movie, jerk off, whatever the hell teenage guys do and stop pestering me... I'll see you tomorrow" She pulled the phone away from her ear, about to end the call but the person on the other end must've said something else because Kayla put the phone back to her ear with a sigh, "No... I will help you do that tomorrow okay? Can I go now?" And Stiles was getting more confused every second, "Okay, ew, no... jerk off yourself idiot" And with that she shut the phone off and slammed it on the window sill.

"Um..." Kayla muttered, "Sorry about that... it was just – nevermind, not important" She shrugged, obviously trying to brush it off but Stiles felt his jaw clenching, his tongue sticking into his cheek.

"Let me guess... Isaac?" He muttered spitefully, ignoring the burning jealously that raged through his veins.

"Yeah... just giving me a heads up that Derek is pissed at me" She explained and Stiles just nodded, not saying anything as his posture went rigid – he couldn't help it okay? He kinda hated the guy right now and loathed his smug attitude and cocky ways... oh and couldn't forget how he had made out with _his_ girlfriend, god he wished he could erase that memory with acid.

"It's nothing, see, phone off?" She clicked the phone off with rushed fingers, obviously not wanting to get into a fight, "Actually better yet-" She suddenly flung the phone out the window, "-No phone, no interruptions, nothing" She stated before he saw her cringe, biting her lip as she looked out the window, "Damn... I actually needed that phone" She muttered as she looked at him sheepishly.

"Right" Stiles managed to get out through clenched teeth, biting the inside of his cheek, "That's just... _great_"

"Stiles, c'mon, don't do that" She sighed, "Don't do the silent treatment because you're jealous"

"I'm not doing anything" Stiles gritted his teeth, "But he clearly wants to do stuff with you so what's stopping you? You're single... no ties right?" He let out a tight chuckle as hurt flashed up in Kayla's eyes.

"_Wow_" She muttered, shaking her head in exasperation "So just because I'm technically 'single' that means I'm gonna go around sleeping with random guys? No Stiles, because I have a little thing called loyalty" She exclaimed before taking in a deep breath, calming herself down, "Okay, look, let's not argue about this okay? It's pointless"

"It's not pointless when that _dick_ of a werewolf shoved his tongue down your girlfriends' throat" He exclaimed in an aggravated voice, "And I don't trust him"

"And you don't trust me?" Kayla asked quietly but Stiles was too mad and jealous to pick up on how hurt she sounded.

"I trust _you_" He snorted, "But he's taken advantage of you in the past – what's to say he won't do it again?"

"Because we're _just_ friends"

"Yeah... to _you" _He muttered, rolling his eyes, "We started out that way too if you don't remember" He added spitefully and Kayla just rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, but there's something different about those two situations – I liked you – end of story" She stated, "I don't like him... well I mean I do, obviously, he's tolerable, but on a friendship level and he knows that, I've told him"

"Well _s-orrrry_ for feeling bitterly jealous when he deliberately flirts with you in front of me, my bad" He said patronisingly, "I'll just pretend not to care then"

"He just does it to get a reaction out of you, to wind you up" She pointed out, "And you're just letting him get to you" She said softly, unfolding her arms and taking a step closer to him, "C'mon Stiles... what do you want me to do? Not be friends with him? Cut Derek and his pack from my life? Move back in with my mum?" She asked, "What do I have to do?" And his narrowed eyes met her sincere ones.

"Nothing... you don't have to do anything" He sighed, running a hand down his face, "I just... I get jealous okay?" He admitted and Kayla sent him a small smile.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed"

"He's just... he's the whole package" He let out an ironic chuckle, plopping himself down on the bed, "Literally – and he just... he lives with you and stuff"

"Stiles, it's not like we're roomies or anything" She smiled, taking a step closer to him, "Could you maybe, I don't know, try and get along?" She suggested as Stiles raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "I'm not saying be best bro's and have a secret handshake but maybe... have a coffee together sometime?"

"Hell no" Stiles immediately protested, "I would just end up throwing it at him and that's a waste of perfectly good coffee" And Kayla laughed lightly as she sat down next to him, tucking her hands under her legs.

"Okay then... baby steps, I get it" She bit her lip as she sent him an amused look, "But I'll talk to him, get him to stop with the stupid comments and, well..." She shrugged, "to stop trying, really badly I might add, to hit on me – deal?" She asked, bumping her shoulder with his and Stiles just glanced down.

She was trying, he could tell. She was trying her best to reassure him and make him feel more secure and he had to give her a ten out of ten for the effort but until they got back together he would never be a hundred percent sure – purely because he knew what teenage boys thought and a male/female friendship could be lethal... well, he should know, Kayla and him were friends way before anything remotely romantic happened.

But he agreed anyway, "Deal" He muttered, looking at her again as the moonlight caught her hair, her eyes bright and gleaming at him, "Totally deal" And she sent him a small smile.

"Good" And then the silence fell between them, "Well... I'll be off then, let you get some beauty sleep" But before she could stand up Stiles wrapped his hand around her wrist, keeping her seated.

"Can't you stay?" He asked innocently, keeping his grip around her wrist firm, "Not to do anything but, uh... I actually slept well last night when you were here" He admitted, "Well, before my dad oh-so-rudely woke us up"

"And then you kicked me off the bed" She chuckled as Stiles gaped at her for bringing that up.

"Okay that was a _total_ accident" He exclaimed, "Like... a mega accident that was done accidentally"

And Kayla just chuckled, biting her lip as she peered at him.

"I can stay" She shrugged, "Derek will be so far beyond pissed but... oh well" She sent him a smirk, "At least if a giant lizard slithered through the window I could protect you"

"Well that just made me paralysing terrified – thanks for that" He muttered, glancing at the open window, shivering.

"I would protect you" She whispered, lips quirking in amusement and Stiles met her gaze, getting lost in her eyes.

"I don't doubt that for a second" He muttered, moving his hand from her wrist to intertwine their fingers, just craving things to go back to normal, the sooner the better, "And this time I promise not to kick you off the bed"

She laughed openly, throwing her head back, "Pinky promise?" She asked and that had become kind of 'their thing' now – stupid? Yes. Dorky? Sure. Uniquely them? One hundred percent.

"Pinky promise" He confirmed, grasping her pinky finger with his.

"Good, I'm glad" She smirked, "Because that was the best nights' sleep I've had in over five weeks" She admitted before screwing her eyes shut, "Oh god... I just turned into one of those really cringey girls that won't stop splashing their love life over facebook – _gah_, kill me now" She groaned, before pointing a finger at him, "Don't look so amused by this – I am not doing that romantic, cheesy crap"

"If you say so Kaylz" He smiled because he knew she had a soft side – a really soft gooey side that was hid away underneath those defences and offences but he had seen them, hell, he'd been apart of them, and that just made it all the more funny because she kept denying it, trying to hide it with sarcasm and snark.

"No, seriously" She exclaimed, "It was a good nights' sleep because I like your bed – it's comfy" She amended, shrugging, "The mattress is amazing – is it memory foam? I need one" She tried to cover up that vulnerable side of her and Stiles knew it was because she didn't particularly like letting people in – well, no wonder, Aiden and her had such a _wonderful_ relationship, note the sarcasm, practically her whole family got murdered and then to top it off like the cherry on top, her mom abandoned her.

"Kayla?" he asked softly as she met his stare, the mental barriers already going up, he could see it, "I don't think admitting you like snuggling is going to harm your bad-ass status" He told her truthfully, "You can like snuggling and kicking ass just as much as each other – the combination works, just like how you support, _gah_, the Yankees and I like the Mets – things just go well"

"We've had lots of arguments over the Yankees and the Mets though" She pointed out, cocking an eyebrow.

"More like bickering" He corrected, "But then at the end of it we always had make up sex so it's still a win-win situation" He smiled, "But the Mets are still _way_ better"

"Nu-uh" She disagreed, shaking her head, "Yankees for the win man"

"Six-nothing Kaylz" Stiles smirked, "Just remember – six, nothing"

"That was a bad season" She objected, "It was the first subway series game but the coming years the Yankees totally whooped their asses"

"If you say so"

Kayla narrowed her eyes playfully in a challenging way, "June the 14th 1999" She smirked, sending Stiles a victorious look, "Remember that date?"

"That date _haunts_ me" Stiles muttered, screwing his face up, "We don't speak of such a date"

"Yankees kick _ass_"

"But it wasn't the Mets' asses" Stiles pointed out, "So that doesn't count"

"It still shows how good they are" She retaliated, not backing down, "I will turn you"

"_Never_" Stiles hissed before smirking, eyes lighting up putting him in a considerably better mood, "Mets fan for life and proud – you can't buy my loyalty"

Kayla just laughed, "I know, you're about as hard headed as an ox" She smiled, "But I'm a yankees fan and I'm gonna stay a yankees fan" She replied stubbornly, "There's no changing that part of me Stilinski"

"I wouldn't change it for the world" He muttered, before realising he was being all mushy and soft so cleared his throat, deepening his voice, "I mean... who else can I argue about baseball with?"

"Good point" Kayla muttered in approval, "Lydia doesn't watch sport and Allison's' more of a squash fan"

Stiles couldn't stop smiling, the feeling of normalcy spreading through his veins – he couldn't believe that they were just acting like two normal teens for once – no impending supernatural crisis being discussed, no Scott or Derek close by, no fear for their lives – yet – it actually seemed surreal.

"So... we gonna sleep together or what?" Kayla asked him, looking behind her at the bed, the covers thrown about haphazardly, "And by that I mean snoozing" She corrected, quirking the corner of her lip at him, "Before our little bickering match gets blown out of proportion and one of us ends up throwing the other out the window?"

"Kaylz... let's be honest, it would be _you_ throwing _me_ from the window, not the other way around" he pointed out and Kayla just nodded earnestly, not even pretending to think it over and that was one of the many things he loved about her – how she was blunt, honest, truthful.

He loved everything about her – he'd seen her best parts, bad parts and everything inbetween but that just made him love her even more because she _wasn't_ perfect, she had faults just like everyone else and she didn't try and deny it – not even a bit. She never pretended she was anything that she wasn't, she was just herself and Stiles wouldn't alter her for the world.

Which was why he wanted things to go back to normal – them bickering over Mets-Yankees, Batman-Superman, having playful spats about celebrity crushes or agreeing that Star wars was one of the best movie series ever made... even the little things he missed. Like waking up in the morning with her right next to him and he would kiss her shoulder and tighten his arms around her, or her soft touches, he even missed those really bad PMS mood swings she had where she would threaten to claw his eyes out if he didn't go away but the next minute would be wrapped up in his arms eating Ben and Jerry's' cookie dough ice cream and crying at 'Happy feet'.

Which was _still_ something he didn't get, 'happy' was in the title, but it clearly had the opposite effect on Kayla as she sobbed about how excluded the 'cute little penguin was'.

He missed it all but he understood why Kayla was reluctant to immediately just get back to 'them' – they have to be on stable footing first, strong foundations, even though he was already beginning to forgive her – she came back stronger, wiser, more responsible, powerful... it was beneficial and something that now Stiles realised wasn't selfish at all – she did it for those she cared about, she did it for him, and he admired her greatly for that.

He didn't realise he was staring until Kayla's voice jolted him back to reality, her confused eyes meeting his.

"Stiles... Stiles...you're staring" She pointed out, "And it looks as though you've slipped into a coma-" wow, flattering image Kaylz, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" Stiles muttered, shaking his head, smiling lightly, "I was just, uh... thinking"

"Penny for your thoughts?" Kayla asked tenderly, "I know I talk a lot and tend to ramble but I'm a great listener – honestly, chew my ear off" She encouraged and Stiles softened his gaze, meeting her inquisitive stare.

"I was just thinking that... that I didn't get to kiss you" He admitted, "That night in the ambulance due to some, uh... _interruptions_" He said, internally still cursing Isaac for that – he was literally right there and then he had to go and ruin everything as per usual, "And I really wanted to" And Kayla had a slightly guarded look in her eyes, like she wasn't sure of his intentions.

"Um... yeah, well-" She gulped, "-Maybe it was for the best, it would just make things complicated"

"And what if I want to make things complicated?" He whispered, "Things are already so complicated it makes my head spin... what's one more to add to the list?"

"A lot" She answered, "One is detrimental, one could tip the scales, throw everything off balance" And he could tell she was beginning to panic slightly, scared about ruining their awesome progress so far, "One could be life or death"

"A _little_ dramatic" He smirked, hand gliding up her arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake as he slid it into her hair, still not totally used to her shorter hair-do even though it still suited her immensely – the cute waves that reached her shoulder and the slightly darker chestnut colour it had, "One kiss?" He bargained, gnawing on his bottom lip because he was right – it _was_ complicated – he may have broken up with her but they were still together... sorta... okay, let's just call it casual – they've kissed and snuggled, casual was definitely on the agenda, "One kiss?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet and soft as his thumb stroked across her cheek.

Kayla looked like she was torn, her head obviously telling her to stick with her earlier decision even though he knew her heart was telling her to just go with it, and he really hoped she would agree with the latter – and it wasn't just because he wanted her, he just needed to get her to stop trying so damn hard, that he was already forgiving her, that he didn't resent her one bit.

He watched carefully as Kayla bit her lip, her eyes unconsciously flickering down to look at his lips, skin starting to burn underneath his fingertips so Stiles just leaned forward slowly, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing in her fruity scent.

And he felt her nod slightly, her green eyes clashing with his brown ones as he pulled her closer making her eyelids flutter shut as he gingerly, testing the waters, pressed his lips against hers tenderly, seeing how she would react.

And she didn't push him away so that was a good start.

He allowed his hand to tighten around the tendrils of her hair as his other hand rested on her waist, fingers curling around her top as he felt her respond, her lips parting, enticing him even more.

Very gently as to not jar her bad shoulder, still keeping his lips on hers, he pressed her backwards so she was laying on his bed and he was hovering on top of her, legs tangling together as he allowed his lips to move over hers with a sort of sensual and loving need – it wasn't rushed, it was slow and passionate and both their lips went at the same pace.

He skimmed his hand downwards, allowing his hand to slip up underneath her tight vest top and touch her bare waist, loving the feel of her soft skin as he kissed her. Kayla didn't object, in fact she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him further forward so their chests crashed together, their breathing irregular.

Then she did something he wasn't expecting – her bare thighs pressed against his hips, keeping his body firmly against her as one of her hands moved downwards, tugging back the collar of his shirt so she could dig her nails gently into the nape of his neck, fingers massaging the skin there and... wow... holy frigging god...

Stiles allowed his hand to detach from her waist, running his hand over her hip and over the back of her bare thigh, gently pulling her leg up over his hip as she let out a small moan into his mouth as he gripped at the back of her knee joint, allowing himself a very subtle grind that made fireworks explode in his brain.

The hand that was moulded to her hair caught her fingers that was gliding over his scalp, intertwining their fingers as he pressed her hand into the mattress above her head, tightening his grip as he felt her foot skim over the back of his calf muscle and up to his thigh leaving his skin tingling with desire.

He pulled back, allowing himself to take a deep breath as he rolled over, flipping Kayla on top of him, both his hands sliding into her hair as she continued to kiss him, her lips so soft and deliciously good.

She tugged him upwards so they were both sitting up, Kayla straddling his lap, arms wrapping around his torso and grabbing the ends of his T-shirt and slowly tugging it up his body, warm hands touching his pale skin and making him feel like he was floating on cloud nine and they separated for a moment as Stiles raised his arms and Kayla pulled the tee over his head and let it slip through her fingers, discarding the item.

His hands immediately landed on her slender hips as she placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him forward and meeting her lips as he allowed his fingers to slip past the waistband of her shorts and skim across the band of her underwear, well aware he was breathing heavily, body getting clammy.

He felt Kayla pull back slightly away from the rather heated and intense kiss but still kept their bodies close together and Stiles opened his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion.

"That was more than one kiss Stiles" She said seriously before smirking, "Way more than one kiss"

"Yeah" He agreed, well aware it was more than just a kiss, knowing that by the way his heart was racing and his whole body felt ultra-sensitive, "It was"

She bit her lip, detaching her hands from his shoulders blades and gliding them down his chest, fingers skimming across his happy trail, hair falling in front of her face.

"I think we should stop" She suggested, her whole skin flushed, "Just before... well..." Her lips quirked as she glanced downwards obviously before meeting his gaze playfully and Stiles groaned – damn his body's reactions.

"Urghhh" He too glanced down, internally kicking himself for not even trying to stop himself getting turned on... like _really_ turned on, "Yeah, maybe you're right" He whispered, squirming slightly because the way Kayla was straddling him wasn't exactly helping this little, yet growing, situation – no pun intended.

She pressed her lips to his one more time before clambering off his lap and falling on his bed backwards, fanning her face with his hand.

Okay... so maybe he wasn't the only one majorly turned on.

He, too, leant backwards, laying down next to her, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly as he glanced at Kayla who was staring at the ceiling in contemplation.

"You only came round to snuggle" He pointed out, keeping in the laughs of amusement as Kayla chuckled, rolling over so she had her head tucked underneath his chin, her arm splayed across his chest.

"Snuggling it is then" And Stiles loved the feel of her right there next to him, their bodies pressed together so intimately even if he did feel the sudden urge to fidget.

He held it in, he really did try, but after about twenty seconds he felt like his whole skin was getting itchy so he moved about, unable to stop the buzz running through his veins.

"Okay, I'll bite, what's up?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbow, "Apart from you"

"Ha-ha" He smirked, fluffing up his pillows and tapping his fingers on his stomach, the restless feeling not going away, "I just... probably too many adderal tablets" He waved it off, "I'm fine now, snuggle me" But Kayla just raised her eyebrows at him disbelievingly.

"I don't fancy getting thrown off the bed again so why don't we try something different?"

"Like what?" Stiles asked cautiously, "I know you always joke about threesomes but I don't know how I would feel abou-"

Kayla's laugh interrupted him as she lay out flat out his bed, probably shaking her head at his stupidness, "No... not yet at least" She winked at him, "Just come here" She patted the space next to her, looking up at him with wide, playful eyes as he scooted over cautiously, wondering what she wanted to do.

As he got closer to her she wrapped her hand around his neck, slowly guiding him into a laying down position, his head resting on her chest as his arm wrapped around her torso securely.

"Comfy?" She asked and Stiles just groaned in response.

"Oh my god yes" He sighed contently, allowing half his body to be on top of hers, his body immediately relaxing, "Holy god... I want to do this every night"

"Slow down tiger" Kayla chuckled and Stiles felt the reverberations in his ear, "One step at a time"

"You're so damn comfy" He exclaimed, loving the feel of her soft skin and body heat warm him to his core, "I just... wow" He muttered, allowing his hand to softly stroke her hip, adding fuel to the fire as he felt her heart rate drastically increase, the sound thumping in his ear loudly.

"Your heart is beating really fast" He observed as her hand ran across his short hair, the movement oddly comforting.

"It is" She confirmed, not even bothering to deny that fact, lettings her guards and barriers down, a rare occurrence it was, "It really is" She added softly as Stiles allowed his body to relax fully, another nightmare-free night within grasp.

**A/N) MANICAL LAUGHTER – ha, sorry not sorry – but they won't get together yet, I just like exploring the chemistry and such – ha, so how did y'all enjoy this chappie? I know I did, ha, I had forgotten how much I enjoyed writing Stayla.**

**So please leave your thoughts below, I appreciate them all and they totally motivate me to write all the damn time – seriously ha! See ya next time peeps x :)**


	91. Chapter 91 - Three will fall

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me (cries) – a massive shout out to all the reviews and follows/favourites also I will be updating 'bedroom adventures' soon – maybe a few days? Ha – hope you enjoy this chapter :) x**

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><p>"Derek is beyond pissed just FYI" Kayla spun around at the voice, startled because she was so sure she was being quiet, "So if I were you I would eat humble pie" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows, rolling her eyes.<p>

"Are you giving me advice?" She smirked, finding it funny how _Erica Reyes _of all people was trying to give _her_ advice, "You?" And Erica just narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, _me_" She said in a hard voice, "Because, believe it or not, I was trying to help" Kayla watched as Erica folded her arms across her chest, "But remind me in the future not to" And with that she began to walk away and Kayla pretended to punch herself – she was supposed to be turning over a new leaf with Erica, not be taking digs at her.

"Erica, wait" Kayla sighed, jumping forward as Erica turned around cautiously, cocking an eyebrow, "I'm sorry... uh... but you're probably right, I'll suck up to Derek, keep him happy" And Erica's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, giving Kayla a once-over as if she was checking if she was being serious or not.

"You do that" Erica jabbed, rolling her eyes again, turning around and beginning to walk away from her and down the long, creepy, dust-infected corridor like she had completely given up but Kayla raced to keep up with her pace, walking along beside her.

"So... how are you?" Kayla blurted out, not really sure how to start a conversation with her former enemy or whatever the hell she used to be, or still was, Kayla wasn't really sure, "You doing okay?" And Erica shot her a sideways glance, basically eyeing her up and looking at her like she was loosing her marbles.

"I would be if you stopped talking" Erica jabbed and Kayla just sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Clean slate Erica, remember?" Kayla reminded her, resisting nudging her arm because here she thought she was one to hold a grudge, "I thought we were over that whole thing now"

"As if you would be" Erica scoffed, shaking her head, "I made out with your boyfriend... oh sorry, _ex_" She corrected, smirking to herself and Kayla just gritted her teeth and had to remind herself not to get mad... or feel bitter, or punch Erica's lights out – the past was the past right?

"That... doesn't matter" Kayla muttered, trying to keep her focus, "It doesn't bother me"

Erica stopped walking, a pleasant smirk plastered over her face as she crossed her arms over her chest as she stood in front of Kayla, the dim light silhouetting her features making her look more sadistic and creepy that she actually was, "Oh _realllllly_?" She dragged out, looking amused, "Well, if it doesn't bother you so much, how about I go into a bit of detail then?" And Kayla had to physically bite her tongue to stop from shouting insults at the blonde haired girl.

"Fine by me" She muttered from between clenched teeth, trying to control her heart rate.

"Well-" Erica smiled, cocking her head to the side, looking like a child about to get an extra large chocolate bar, "I didn't realise before but he has _such_ soft lips" Erica smiled, looking like she was holding in laughter, "And so warm too..." And Kayla just gnawed on the inside of her cheek, trying to get that image from her head, feeling a stab of jealously but pushed it down brutally.

"Yes... I know" Kayla said in a forced calm and steady voice, "In case you hadn't noticed I _have_ kissed him before" She said, blowing out an aggravated breath, trying not to get jealous over Erica's crush on Stiles because she didn't exactly have a right too, "And a lot more too"

Erica's eyes lost their fire, a dimness resting over her irises and Kayla sighed – low blow.

"Sorry" She apologised, trying for a smile, "Look... I'm not with Stiles and you're not with Stiles so can we please just forget about him for a lil' bit?"

"You're not with Stiles?" Erica chuckled ironically, "_Please_" She scoffed, giving her a distasteful once over, "I can smell him all over you" And Kayla just sighed tiredly.

"Okay I was with Stiles but I wasn't _with_ Stiles" Kayla explained and Erica just gave her a confused look back, "I spent the night there" She added and Erica just rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed noise, "No I mean we _just_ slept together" She explained and that just seemed to make Erica even more annoyed as she let her eyes glow and she bared her teeth at her, "Snuggling... nothing more" She corrected herself, cringing at how that sounded, "Stiles is a snuggler once he gets comfy... okay we _may_ have made out" She amended herself, "But there will be no more of that because I was this-close to wanting to tear his clothes off and if we do end up having sex it will just be regret sex and that's never good" Kayla took in a deep breath, staring at Erica intently, "So, yeah... nothing going on" And after her rather long explanation Erica did not look impressed.

"Well thank you for that insight into your rather dysfunctional and stupid relationship" She turned around again, striding away and Kayla sighed, mentally palming her cheek because she screwed that up huh?

"Urghhh... Erica wait" Kayla called out, catching up with her again, grabbing her elbow gently and tugging her to a stop, "Okay too much information, I get it, my bad" She said as sincerely as she could, "But I'm trying okay? Please just work with me"

"As if you wanna be friends with me" Erica replied, quirking an eyebrow, "You and those two other losers make up the three musketeers, no more room in your little clique" She said spitefully and Kayla looked at Erica, no, _really_ looked at her – she didn't see the spiteful blonde that tried to ruin everything she touched, or the vicious power hungry werewolf, she saw a lonely broken girl who had been treated unfairly her whole damn life.

"Don't be silly" Kayla muttered, "We got off on bad footing – I admit... but we live together, my cousin is your Alpha... can we please just try? Nothing more?" She bargained, plastering a soft look over her face because hand on heart she did really want to try.

Erica looked at her in a dubious manner, her eyebrows scrunched together and a frown covering her forehead but eventually she looked mildly surprised, obviously choosing to believe her – probably because she heard the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Hmmmm" Kayla heard her mutter, relaxing her defensive posture, "But just F.Y.I - don't come running to me when you can't choose between the two – we're not besties yet" And she gave Kayla a wink before carrying on her journey, pushing open a large metal door into the wide open chambers below, that now had become their living space.

"Wait... what?" Kayla scrambled to keep up with her, almost tripping up over her own two feet, "What do you mean?" And Erica just looked at her like she was crazy and stupid – probably both if she were to be honest with herself.

"What do you think I'm talking about?" She stated obviously, nodding her head to the side and there was Isaac and Derek huddled over a rickety old table, concentrated frowns plastered over their faces, probably discussing how best to stop the Kanima – something Kayla should've been doing... oops.

"Who... Derek?" Kayla asked cluelessly, furrowing her eyebrows, "Derek wouldn't make me choose between him and Stiles...?" And Erica just shook her head, flicking Kayla on the arm.

"No, idiot" She actually sounded amused, "Isaac" And Kayla just continued to stare at her, partly not knowing how to react, "And if you think I acted jealous after hearing about your... whatever it was, how do you think he reacted?" Erica waved her hand in front of her, blowing out a puff of air.

"Oh please" Kayla scoffed, cocking an eyebrow at Erica, "Isaac will be onto his next infatuation in a couple of weeks – he's a teenage boy, crushes don't last long" And Erica just patted her arm sarcastically, obviously finding this situation funny.

"Hales" She muttered, "But don't tell you I didn't warn you" And with that she smirked at Kayla before strutting forward, shrugging off her jacket and plonking herself down on the ratty yellow couch, making herself quite at home.

And that must have alerted the others to their presence because both Derek and Isaac looked up at the same time and Kayla gulped – Derek was glaring disapprovingly, a very fatherly-protective look covering his features and he mouthed 'we'll talk later' and, aw man, that was never good, where as Isaac just glanced at her up and down before smirking and sending her a wink and shit... shit... shit... shit...

"Aw crap" She muttered, realising that Erica must be right – unfortunately.

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><p>The next five days were relatively quiet – god knows how but it was.<p>

Derek insisted that she stay in that rat infested dump every night, or more like ordering her too, saying that it was for 'her own protection' but of course being a Hale she didn't listen to him – well she listened, hard not to hear that man, but she acted like she didn't.

It wasn't like she was trying to undermine him or make him look like an idiot but she wanted, no scrap that, she _needed_ to make things right with Stiles and going around there every night was like baby steps in the right direction – and okay, she would admit, she did like snuggling.

But if anyone asked she would _totally_ deny that she ever said such a thing.

And every single night she stayed round there it got harder and harder to _just_ snuggle.

And it wasn't the sex thing – it was resisting to just let things go back to normal – to let Stiles play with her hair or run his hands down her thighs or allow herself to trace her fingers over the back of his hand... just simple little things that made every night just that little bit harder to fall asleep but once she did it was nightmare free – just as predicted.

And Stiles only had one nightmare.

On the fourth night he woke up gasping for air, sweat streaming down his face, eyes going wide as he tried to not scream, limbs flailing about wildly.

"Hey Stiles... it's okay, just breathe" She had comforted, gently rubbing his back, one hand resting on his, "It's okay... everything's okay" She soothed, fingers now softly rubbing the slick skin on the nape of his neck as he took in a shaky breath, glancing at her in panic.

"My-My dad" Was all he said but Kayla understood what he meant perfectly – he was scared for his dad, terrified actually, heart broken at the thought of loosing him.

"Stiles?" She had whispered, pressing her head to his, their bodies close together, "Please... trust me" She muttered, releasing her hand from his and gliding it up his arm to rest on his burning hot cheek, "We won't let anything happen to your dad... _I_ won't" She vowed, needing him to believe her, "He's safe" She comforted, turning his face around so he was looking at her, "Hey... he's _safe" _starting to get choked up at how guilt ridden and scared Stiles was, his feelings rubbing off on her, "Please don't worry... I promise, _I promise,_ that he'll be fine" And Stiles' tearful eyes met hers, his face fallen.

"And you never break your promises" He muttered, slowly nodding his head and Kayla gave him a watery smile back, fingers softly running over the skin on his face, tracing his cute little moles.

"Exactly" She whispered back, "You're right there lover boy" And the nickname just spilled from her lips so naturally that she didn't even realise she had used it.

Stiles' wet his lips, his jittery and nervous movements slowing down, "T-Thanks" He stuttered, nodding his head slightly, "Thanks Kaylz"

Kayla just bobbed her head, "Just... get some sleep – relax" She encouraged, moving her hands to his chest and pushing him down gently, tucking the covers around his torso, "Get your beauty sleep – get prepared for the big championship game – practice tomorrow" But Stiles had grabbed ahold of her hand, intertwining their fingers together, his skin still clammy to touch.

"Kaylz... stay" He whispered, gently tugging her down against his chest, her ear resting atop his racing heart, his fingers running through her short hair, playing with the thick tendrils as she settled herself down, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"Okay" She had muttered back because if it helped him then she would do whatever it took – god, that was mushy but whatever – and she felt him shift lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before winding his arm around her waist, keeping her secure against his chest and Kayla remembered thinking something so beyond lovey-dovey and gooey, something so romantic and clingy that afterwards it made her cringe at her herself (even though it was one hundred percent right)

That in this crazy, shit stir mad world where anything and everything was unpredictable she felt completely safe in the arms of a human boy.

_Jesus_... someone call the cops – she had caught the late stages of the love bug – god help her.

However, just as Kayla was beginning to think things were on the up well... things went downhill – starting with a pain in the ass so-called father of hers.

"What the holy hell?" Kayla exclaimed loudly, eyes widening – yes she knew he was alive again, _unfortunately_, but what in god's name was he doing slinking about like some creepy stalker? "What the actual fuck?" She questioned, shaking her head, "You have got to be kidding me?!"

"Afraid not" Peter smirked, hands clasped behind his back, "And its nice to see you too"

"Well it's not nice to see you" She retaliated, striding up to him angrily, "What are you doing here?" She looked around at the empty, void industrial place, making sure no one followed him here, "If Derek catches you-"

"If Derek catches me _what_?" Peter smirked, "Am I supposed to be afraid of the big bad wolf?"

"**Yes**" Kayla exclaimed in an obvious voice, "Of course – _idiot_ – he killed you did he not?"

"I was having an off today" He replied nonchalantly, smirking at her as he tilted his head to the side, staring at her intently, "And anyway... I didn't know you cared so much" And Kayla had to scoff at that.

"I don't" She stated, screwing her face up, "I'm more concerned about Derek's emotional well-being than your life" She whacked his chest, her pent up frustrations leeking from every pore in her body, "So don't start"

"Just admit you care" He smirked, "You're glad I'm back"

"Hell no" She shook her head, "Just because I wasn't here it doesn't mean I don't know what you did – you controlled Lydia, terrorised her, made her terrified and-"

"Collateral damage" He shrugged, looking like he didn't care one bit, "It had to be done and it all worked out in the end didn't it?" He sent her a dazzling smile, spreading his arms wide, "I'm here to help now"

"You? Help?" She scoffed, almost laughing at the irony, "All this started because of _you_"

"Exactly – all this started because of me" He admitted, walking around her in a circle, looking eerily calm and collected, "Derek's an Alpha, your friend Scott is now everything he ever wanted to be, you're finally realising your heritage and Lydia is one step closer to becoming just as powerful... you all should be thanking me"

"Wait... what?" Kayla interrupted, grabbing his arm in a vice like grip, "What was that about Lydia? What do you know? What is she?" She asked desperately, eyes going wide.

"Ah... now you want my help?" He smirked cockily, looking like he was having the time of his life.

"I don't want your help" She disagreed, "I just need you to tell me the truth for once... what's happening to Lydia?" And Peter just quirked his lips, looking amused.

"No... too easy" He shook his head, detaching himself from her grip, "Get that crazy friend of yours to help... because believe it or not she _is_ valuable" Peter said mysteriously, "She's the one that can help you"

"Who are you talking about?" She exclaimed in an aggravated tone, "Stop talking in riddles you smart ass"

And Peter actually had the nerve to laugh – the bugger.

"I'm not, I'm giving you a hint" He disagreed – see? Total smart ass, "That crazy girl... Megan or Mary, whatever she's called" And Kayla felt her eyes widening in realisation, her heart dropping to the base of her stomach, "Get her out of that crazy house and she'll help" But before Kayla could question him anymore he just smirked at her, sending her a wink, "See you at the grand finale Kay" And Kayla was so totally shell shocked she didn't even stop him as he began briskly walking away, not even looking over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.

And when Kayla finally got her bearings back the thing that came from her mouth was "Don't call me that" - real smart huh?

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><p>"No sex?"<p>

"No sex"

"None at all?"

"Nada, zilch, nothing"

"Pfffft – yeah right" Scott scoffed, rolling his eyes, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder as he shot Stiles a dubious look, "Cuddling is just a code word for sex"

"Snuggling actually" Stiles corrected as they wandered aimlessly down the school corridor, "We snuggle... sometimes spooning, other times just, y'know-" He muttered, raising his arms and placing them on top of each other in a horizontal position, "Laying together" And Scott smirked to himself – something that Stiles picked up on, "What?" He asked in defence, "She's soft and warm and smells good... I can't resist that"

"Just get back together already" Scott said rolling his eyes, "Before things start getting awkward"

"Things aren't gonna get awkward"

"Things are going to get awkward" Scott insisted, "How long do you think it's possible to stay in the 'on a break' phase? Especially when cuddling is involved?"

"Snuggling" Stiles immediately corrected, "It's snuggling"

Scott just smiled, "But dude seriously... just... stop skirting around each other"

"But we're not" Stiles exclaimed, "We snuggle" He pointed out obviously, arms flailing.

"When no one is around though" Scott sighed, shaking his head at Stiles dumbness, "If Derek or Isaac or Boyd were to be there you would go all spazzy and awkward and fumbly"

"Would not" Stiles grumbled even though he knew Scott was right.

"Would too" Scott pointed out with a mild laugh, "But seriously dude, before it's too late and-" But Stiles never got to hear the last bit of his sentence because a hand suddenly shot out and grabbed a fistful of his comic T-shirt and yanked him sideways as he flailed, trying to keep his balance.

"What the h-" His exclamation was cut short by Scott slamming into his shoulder, almost sending him tumbling.

"_What the hell_?" He rushed out, looking around in wild panic, wondering whether he would have to put his kick-ass not so kick-ass skills to good use as he found himself in the janitor's closet, Scott beside him.

"Uh... sorry" He heard a familiar voice apologise and squinted his eyes through the darkness, "I was being a bit rough – oops" And Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, frowning.

"Kayla... what are you doing?"

"Helping... or trying to" She said and Stiles couldn't see a damn thing – the only thing he felt was his heart beating rapidly in his chest and Scott right next to him as well as Kayla's fruity shampoo drifting to his nostrils, "I didn't want anyone to see me"

"Wait" Scott interrupted, sounding alarmed and that made Stiles, in turn, panic, "Who else is in here with us?" And at that moment Kayla turned on the light in the closest and Stiles almost had a heart attack.

Standing just in front of him – no further than a couple of inches away – was a girl with short hair and wild frenzied eyes, her blue orbs focused solely on him and Stiles let out a small scream... okay, it was a big one, whatever, as Scott yelped, physically pulling Stiles behind him.

"Wait... it's okay" Kayla had jumped forward, pulling the girl back a few steps, "She's harmless" She reassured them, "Well – kinda"

"That statement just oozes confidence" Stiles gasped for breath, a hand over his heart, "Who is she?"

"Um..." Kayla muttered, trying to keep the girl still instead of walking up to them, no doubt invading their personal space, "Meredith... she's a..." Kayla trailed off uncertainly "...Patient"

"From where?" Scott asked, eyeing up the girl just like Stiles was doing, "She from this hospital?"

"Not exactly" Kayla muttered, "Meredith _stay still _– she uh... she stays at Eichen house" And Stiles gaped, "You know the-" She glanced at Meredith consciously before whispering "Mental institution"

"And... what? She escaped?" Stiles asked for confirmation, ignoring the creepy tingles running down his spine.

"Sort of" Kayla replied, shrugging at them sheepishly, "Or I may, and that's a big 'may', have set off the fire alarm and knocked out two guards and broke her out" She admitted as Stiles felt his jaw go slack, "But no big deal right?"

"But... why?" Scott asked cluelessly and Stiles felt exactly the same way, "What can she do?"

But Meredith may have just answered Scott's question for him.

"It's all going t-to turn dark... lights off, no more" Meredith whispered, sheer panic laced in her voice, "Too much chaos... so much pain" She looked at Stiles when she said this as his heart turned stone cold, fear running through his veins – at what he had no idea, "And you-" She tilted her head to Scott, "You're going to go berserk... bang, bang, berserk-"

"Okay" Kayla interrupted, stepping forward and trying to calm down Meredith, "That's quite enough predictions and crazy ramblings for one day" But Meredith clearly wasn't done as she looked back at Stiles, her wide eyes piercing through his, right down to his very soul, "You... you fail" She muttered, pure terror in her voice, "You think you win... but you don't – three will fall... and the blood will be on your hands" And Stiles almost collapsed on the spot.

"Okay Meredith" Kayla interrupted, stepping in front of the girl and pushing her back slightly, "Enough is enough... no more"

"Wh-What was she saying?" Stiles gulped, face loosing all its colour, "What did she mean? What's going on?" And Kayla shot him a sympathetic look, sighing heavily.

"Meredith... she's a well... she's a banshee" She admitted, dropping that bombshell on shocked ears, "This is turning out to be some weird ass funky family Christmas dinner huh?"

**A/N) OMG sorry it took so long – ha – but I'm already typing up the next chapter because remember... hurt Stiles soon enough ha! Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter and the developments so please review you lovely people and I shall see you next time – remember to leave your thoughts below xx :)**


	92. Chap 92 - Will it end in morning regret?

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine folks but I wish it was cause it's frigging awesome ha – hope you enjoy this chappie :) x**

"So... yeah" Kayla mumbled, biting the side of her lip as she took in Scott's and Stiles' equally flabbergasted looks, "Meredith – Scott, Stiles, guys – Meredith" She introduced them, "Is anyone going to say anything?"

But she got no reply – the only thing she got in return was a couple of raised eyebrow looks and Meredith's incoherent ramblings that Kayla could barely understand – something about guilt and blood and she just tuned it out – even if Merediths' ramblings had some truth behind them Kayla did not want to know right now, not when they were in such an important situation like they were now.

"Wh-What did she mean?" Stiles stuttered, caramel brown eyes wide with fear and apprehension, "What was she talking about?" But she just shook her head, gently pushing Meredith behind her, quietly and softly shushing the poor girl that looked terrified and shell shocked.

"Nothing" Kayla shook her head, "Stiles, It doesn't matter-"

"It does" He insisted, wide eyes meeting her own, "Does she know something? Is she psychic? What?" He demanded, breaking out in a nervous sweat as Scott just furrowed his eyebrows, looking like his mind was whirling around worse than a merry-go-round.

Kayla sighed sympathetically, wishing she could've just gagged Meredith by this point, "No – she's a banshee" She explained, cocking her head to the side, "Basically death is like her thing... she can feel it, see it, hear it, whatever... only it, the banshee powers, took a toll on her mind and, well... this is the end result" She nodded her head behind her to where Meredith was rocking back and forth on her heels, palms of her hands covering her ears.

"Wh-What... did she mean?" Stiles asked, looking at Kayla in fear, "Am I going to kill someone?" And Kayla immediately shook her head quickly, hair falling in front of her face.

"No" She protested,"Meredith is a little muddled up – half of the things she says she doesn't mean, or they have a different meaning behind them to what it sounds like, I mean for goodness sake she said you were going to kill me" She scoffed lightly, passing it off as a bunch of nonsense but Stiles looked even more freaked out than before, "Which you're obviously not going to do" Kayla added in a comforting voice, "See? Proof that she's a little, well... crazy" She whispered the last word, shrugging, "Because saying Scott is going to go berserk? What could that mean? That he's going to go psycho on our asses?" She chuckled, "I don't think so"

"Berserk, berserk, berserk – it's true" Meredith mumbled in a croaky voice, "BAM" She suddenly exclaimed loudly, making them all jump, "All apart of a plan, a bigger plan" And Kayla gently shushed her, taking her forward and placing her hands on the girls' frail shoulder.

"Meredith... it's okay" Kayla soothed, "But the rest of that stuff doesn't matter right now... I need to know about Lydia" And the girls' vibrant blue eyes pierced hers, "Lydia Martin... do you know her?"

The girl just shook her head quickly before nodding it, changing her mind rapidly as Scott and Stiles flanked each side of her, standing back cautiously, "The girl who knew too much" She stuttered out, "Knows, knew, knows, knew" Meredith rambled, screwing her face up, eyes glazing over as if she was trying to figure out Lydia's future, "She will be able to s-see past t-the veil... the veil – eyes open" Meredith fumbled about with her words that made absolutely no sense, "She w-will need that, eyes open" Blue frantic eyes met Kayla's green uncertain ones, "For you... to help you-"

"No" Kayla cut Meredith off quickly, "Not me – Lydia... _Lydia_" She emphasised, "I need to know what she is"

"Wait... what?" Scott interrupted, forehead crinkled, "_What_?" And Kayla just nodded.

"Yeah... _what_" She confirmed, eyeing the two boys, "Lydia is something, she's different, and I just have this feeling that she can help y'know?" She cocked an eyebrow, "That the sooner we find out what she is then the better we can protect her" A ball of worry erupted in her stomach for her friend, knowing that Lydia, right now, was probably the most vulnerable of them all.

"S-She's okay" Meredith whispered, "She's okay... okay, okay, okay... unlike the rest of you – or most of you" And all three of them whipped their heads around to stare at Meredith inquisitively, foreheads crinkling, "Allison, Aiden, Derek... Allison, Aiden, Derek... Allison, Aiden, Derek" She mumbled in a terrified voice, pulling at her short hair in something close to desperation as Kayla gulped noisily, staring at Meredith fearfully.

"Meredith... what?" She managed to get out in a thick voice, "Why are those names important?"

"Important" Meredith confirmed, nodding her head shakily, "Very important... ne-need to know, important" Meredith swivelled her head around to stare at Stiles who was looking just as shocked as he did at the start of this weird conversation-slash-interrogation, maybe even more, as he met the girls' blue stare, "Yo-You... you" Meredith cocked her head to the side, raising her hand and pointing at Stiles in something close to accusation, "W-Why did you do it? You-You said you would fight back... b-but you didn't" And Kayla met Stiles' guilt ridden eyes as he looked around in confusion, "Why didn't you?" But before Stiles could stutter out a reply Kayla gently spun Meredith around to face her, an urgent look plastered across her face.

"Meredith we don't have a lot time here okay?" She asked gently, placing her hands on her shoulders, "They will know you're here so please just... try and think for just a second" She softly prompted, "We're trying to help Lydia... do you know Lydia?"

"Ly-Lydia" Meredith whispered quietly, "Everyone always leaves her... why does everyone leave her?"

"Meredith... relax" Kayla soothed, "We're not going to leave Lydia...none of us will"

"You will" The blue eyed girl immediately protested, "You'll leave and she'll be sad" Meredith shook her head wildly, shrugging off Kayla's hands and placing the palms of her hands over her ears, "She'll push the veil and you'll pull – push pull, push pull, push pull... two way street" And Kayla had never been more confused in her life, this situation even beat maths.

"Meredith" Kayla snapped quickly as she heard some commotion outside, knowing their time was running out, "_Please,_ before they take you away again... help us" She implored quietly as Scott and Stiles fumbled about, not knowing what the hell to do, "Help Lydia... can you do that?" But the girl just met her panicked gaze, shaking her head slowly.

"N-No" And Kayla's heart dropped to her stomach, a feeling of failure running through her veins, "It's forbidden... not allowed, bad" She shook her head again, an even more frenzied look falling over her face, "Can't... they're telling me not to, they're whispering bad things" And Kayla felt crest fallen, "See? Can't you see them?" Merediths' eyes glazed over as she pointed to an empty space to the left, "Can you hear them?" And the girl sounded so genuinely truthful that Kayla wanted to believe her, and she did, she believed that Meredith was seeing and hearing things... but if they were real and helpful things well... that was still up for debate.

Kayla just looked at her sympathetically and sadly as Meredith's whole demeanour seemed to calm down and relax.

"You will" She replied with ominously before the closest door got thrown open and the mental health nurses and doctors stared at all four of them in accusation.

"Grab her" One man demanded in a low voice, pointing to Meredith who just flinched violently, eyes going as wide as saucers and Kayla felt genuinely sorry for the poor girl, wishing more than anything she could help but, alas, she couldn't.

Two men raced forward and seized Meredith, dragging her from the closet as she kicked and screamed, thrashing about to get free, tears running freely down her cheeks as Kayla's heart clenched, looking on sadly as Scott and Stiles just stood awkwardly to one side, faces one of confusion.

"Give her a sedation" The man demanded, his eyes looking menacing and just plain evil, "And then take her back to Eichen House and for the love of God give her tightened security... I don't want anything like this to happen again" And Kayla heard Meredith screaming all the way down the corridor, the sound reverberating around the walls.

"Now... I hope you three had nothing to do with this" The man with dark hair muttered in a patronising voice, cocking his head to the side, "Because that could end in some serious consequences"

"And how severe would the consequences be for drugging and manhandling a girl?" Kayla seethed, narrowing her eyes as Stiles and Scott tried to shush her but she was having none of it.

A look of recognition passed over the older mans' face before looking at her grimly, his jaw set in stone.

"Miss Hale... kindly keep your comments to yourself" He remarked as Kayla's eyebrows just about touched her hairline because how the hell did he know who she was? It wasn't like she was famous or anything, "And this is your last warning – all of you" He looked at each of them in turn, "Stay away from Eichen house" And then he looked at Kayla, eyes drilling holes through her own, "Even if you do start to feel homesick" and okay... what?

"Stop talking bullshit" She called his bluff as she felt Stiles rest his hand on the small of her back, trying to calm her down, "Something is not right about this" She waved her hand about, "Something isn't right about you"

"Awwww" He muttered in a patronising and sarcastic manner, "You know, I half expected after your 'little' visit that I would get a Christmas card" And Kayla just bit her cheek as Stiles moved his hand up to her elbow, wrapping his hand around it, keeping her in place.

"I have no idea what you're talking about"

"Shame" The older man commented, "But I'm sure I'll be seeing you again sometime – usually once someone has a psychiatric breakdown they're prone to get another one" And Kayla was furious and confused, not knowing what the hell he was prattling on about but praying to whoever the hell was listening that he was just messing with her, "Maybe I should get you a conjoining room with that crazy girl" He jutted his head behind him from the entrance into the cupboard and that was when Kayla lost it – she was running out of ideas on how to stop Jackson and Gerard, Lydia was vulnerable and Kayla wasn't sure how best to protect her, Meredith was sprouting a bunch of nonsense that was important but none of them could understand it, Stiles was secretly terrified and guilty and Kayla was _not_ in the mood to be taunted.

Before she could grasp what was happening she had pushed the man back into the wall, her forearm digging into his neck as she glared at him fiercely, anger reaching sky high levels.

"Shut up" She fumed angrily as she heard Scott let out a late sound of warning and Stiles jump forward, trying to pry her away but to no avail, "Don't push me"

The man looked semi shocked as he just raised his eyebrows, giving her a once over, "Or maybe I'll see you sooner than I thought" And then Kayla saw red again – she was better at controlling her anger than before, way better, but not when things were building up – especially when she felt extremely guilty for putting Meredith through even more hell, even if it was for her best friend, and even more when that man implied she was off her rocker – or at least _was_, something that Kayla had no recognition of.

She pushed at his throat more as he let out a choked gasp before raising her arm, getting ready to let her frustrations out on him but before she could, and probably get herself into a lot of shit, Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back quickly despite how much she tried to free herself he still held on, holding her a couple of inches off the ground so she couldn't' move.

The man coughed, rubbing at his throat as he glared at her, pointing a finger at all of them in turn.

"The only reason I'm not reporting that is because I know you'll be back... and then you can get proper help" He implored, sounding angry and faux sympathetic as he cocked an eyebrow, "I'll see you soon Kayla" And just the use of her name confirmed her worst fears – that he really did know her... he knew her because he worked in a mental hospital and oh dear god...

"Yeah you will" She screamed after him, still trying to struggle from Stiles' grip, "And then I'm going to _kick your ass_ you asshole" She let out a sound of frustration, anger running through her veins as Stiles pulled her back even more as Scott stood to the side, arms out as if he wanted to help but wasn't sure how... or wasn't sure if she would bite his head off, which was equally plausible.

"Kayla... hey Kaylz, calm down, he just said that to get under your skin" Stiles soothed, finally letting her feet touch the floor even if he did keep a firm grip on her waist, probably a bit freaked out that she would run after than smug asshat and punch the living daylights out of him, "Chill okay? It's okay, everything's okay" And Kayla whirled around on him as Stiles looked at her in shock.

"How is this _okay_? What exactly about this sucky situation is _okay_?" She demanded, pure raw fear and worry running through her veins, "I had a chance to help Lydia, to get answers, but that plan went to shit" She fumed, angry at herself for letting that opportunity slip through her fingers, "Allison is ignoring us, Jackson is on the brink of losing his god damn mind because Gerard can just think about something and Jackson will be his little bitch, you guys have no clue what you're doing and Derek is gonna end up doing something stupid and getting himself killed so no Stiles, everything is not _okay_" She disagreed in an angry and het up voice before taking in a deep breath, "Oh and apparently I'm frigging nuts – just the cherry on top" And with that she stormed away, guilt chewing at her heart at the image of Meredith, broken and misunderstood, now getting punished and locked away, knowing that she would be scared – no, scrap that, completely and utterly petrified and there was nothing Kayla could do to help at all and that feeling seriously sucked.

"Kaylz wait-" Stiles tried to reach out for her but she shook away her arm, pulling away from his grasp.

"No Stiles just... leave me alone" She sighed loudly, the fuming anger that was evident in her eyes now draining away and leaving a heart broken and guilty look there, "Don't" She added, a slight hint of warning in her voice as he opened his mouth like he was about to say something but she cut him off, shaking her head before disappearing from the cupboard and slipping down the hallway unnoticed.

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><p>"Stiles... Stiles" Kayla whispered quietly, kneeling down next to his bed later that day... or night considering it was two in the morning, "Hey Stiles, wake up" She jostled his shoulder lightly but he just fidgeted in his bed, letting out a soft snore before falling back into a blissful slumber again.<p>

And Kayla smiled lightly, biting her lip as she looked at him – he looked peaceful, at ease when he was no sleeping – no worry or fear, just a look of comfort as he tightened his arm around his pillow, laying flat on his stomach, torso rising and falling with each soft breath he took.

She tilted her head to the side, smiling lightly as she placed her arms on his bed and then rested her head on her forearms, eyes tracing over his features – she shouldn't have stormed out on him and Scott but the feeling of guilt and knowing she was failing in helping Lydia, Meredith and the rest of her friends was just too much. She hated self pity and if she ever indulged in that god awful emotion then she would rather do it alone, not letting her negative emotions rub off on others.

So she came to apologise, to talk to Stiles, because she knew how pointless it was to keep things from people, she didn't understand why people did that anyway – the people they were trying to protect would find out eventually, better to tell them sooner.

She slowly raised a hand and traced her fingers over his short hair and down the back of his neck, watching as his eyelids fluttered at her touch.

She honest to god just wished the whole Kanima business was done and dusted – it was ridiculous and dangerous and even though Kayla wasn't Jackson's number one fan she didn't want him to die because she believed he did have a heart and soul underneath that metal hard exterior of his.

She was jolted from her daydream as she felt Stiles stir, turning around on the bed as she retracted her hand, watching as he turned around on his back, stretching, jaw moving as though he was trying to form words in his sleepy state.

"Jus' five mor' min'tes Lydia" He muttered quietly as Kayla furrowed her eyebrows, stung by the sound of her best friends' name spilling from her sorta not-so-sorta boyfriends' lips, sitting up straighter as she cocked her head to the side in hurt.

Okay... there was a ton of explanations as to why he said that – maybe in the dream they were fighting a zombie apocalypse, maybe she was trying to drag him shopping, who knows, but no matter how many innocent explanations she made race through her head she still felt a burning surge of jealously churn in her stomach.

Because if he was having a sex dream about her best friend then that would just get awkward and make Kayla want to slap him over the head – even if he couldn't control what he dreamt about.

"_Oh my god"_ She heard Stiles exclaimed suddenly, making her jump as he jolted slightly at her sudden appearance, "Kaylz... Jesus you scared me" And she just forced a sheepish smile on her face, erasing any and all images of Lydia and Stiles doing certain things from her mind because, ew, she did not want that image in her head right now.

"Sorry" She said simply, "I did try to wake you up but you were being stubborn"

"Wh-What's going on?" He asked, propping himself up on one arm, "Everything okay?"

"No" Kayla shook her head, "I just came round to apologise about earlier – storming away and all that" She shrugged lightly, "You were just trying to help" And Stiles just gave her a small smile in response to her statement, shuffling over in the bed and throwing back the covers, indicating for her to just come on in – so she did. She chuckled quietly, pulling herself up from the floor and settling herself down into Stiles' comfy bed as he pulled the covers up over them, tucking them in at the sides.

"It's alright – you were upset" He soothed, looking down at her from where he was propped up, "After what Meredith said, well..." She felt him physically shiver and glanced up at him from where she was laying, watching as his eyes got that worried look in them again.

"You know, just because a banshee deals with death it doesn't mean what she says will end up being true" Kayla said gently, "I'm sure she's sensed all of our deaths considering how close we've all been – Scott with Allison's mom, Lydia getting attacked by peter, you getting shot..." She trailed off, "Don't worry about it"

"I can't not" He protested, gnawing on his bottom lip, "She said I was responsible for people's deaths... you said that she-" He gulped nervously, "That I kill you, what if-"

"Don't" She interrupted, shaking her head, "Meredith can't think straight right now, what she feels is all jumbled up, half of the stuff is probably just nonsense" She told him but Stiles still looked unconvinced, "You haven't got a bad bone in your body"

"She must mean it though" He disagreed, "Otherwise why would she say it"?

"I don't know" Kayla just shook her head gently, "But I do know one thing" She whispered as Stiles met her stare, "Nothing will happen to you, nothing will change you and if anyone does die I know it won't be your fault... trust me on that"

Stiles just kept looking down at her, his face a mix of emotions, brown eyes wide with a hint of unease, obviously still mulling over what Meredith was rambling about and Kayla couldn't blame him one bit on that – she still was too.

"Why did she say all those names then?" He asked, "Allison Aiden and Derek? What do they mean?" And Kayla just sighed sadly, shrugging, "I don't know... I honestly have no clue"

"And what did she mean about Lydia? How is she the key to things? Could Lydia be-"

"_Stiles_" She interrupted, slightly snappy, not liking how she felt jealous over the sound of Lydia's name right now because she loved her best friend to bits just like she did Stiles but she couldn't help but think 'what if'. _What if_ Stiles was still harbouring feelings for her, _what if_ Lydia would start to see how amazing Stiles really is, _what if._.. "I don't know okay?" And he seemed a bit taken aback by her tone, instead just choosing to nod numbly, biting his lip as he glanced away awkwardly.

"Look... I'm sorry" She apologised again, forcing a smile on her face, "I know you're just worried, I am too, but after we fix the Kanima stuff then we can try and fix Meredith, see if she can give us anymore answers... does that sound like a plan?" She asked gently, running her hand up his arm to try and comfort him, knowing that he was completely freaking out over this.

"Yeah" He whispered quietly, nodding his head, "I just..." He gulped, meeting her gaze in worry, "If banshee's can predict death and she said that I-I... that I hurt you..." He trailed off, eyebrows furrowing, tears pooling in his eyes, "I don't understand why she would say that because I would _never_ hurt you... _never_" He shook his head, voice so passionate and strong that even if she did have some doubts, which she didn't, she would have no choice but to believe him, "And that's why I'm freaking out because I could never live myself if I... if anything I did made you..." And Kayla sat up gently, running her hand up and down his arm in comfort as he just shook his head sadly, rubbing at his eyes.

"Hey... look at me" She whispered, dipping her head down to try and meet his guilt ridden gaze, "Stiles... Stiles..." He still wouldn't look at her so Kayla reached out with her hand, tilting his chin up, "You'll be fine... I'll be fine" She told him quietly, nudging him gently to try and lighten up the mood, "And forget what Meredith said because the poor girl can't think properly" And Stiles frowned in thought, "You're not going to turn bad or hurt those you care about... you're too much of a softie" She grinned widely, trying to cheer him up, "I mean... look at how you were, _are_, with Tabby" She explained, smiling at the memories, "Tabs adores you, thinks the world of you, and not once did I ever think 'oh god he's not capable of looking after her' because you are Stiles... in that warehouse you protected her and when Matt was holding us prisoner you weren't once worried about yourself... you were worried over everyone else but _you_ and a person like that doesn't get turned easily so, please... just try and forget about it" She encouraged as Stiles caught her hand, intertwining their fingers together as he gnawed on his bottom lip, still looking worried.

"K-Kaylz..." He managed to get out, "I'm scared that I do something wrong and you'll end up paying the price – or Scott will, Allison, Lydia... and I couldn't deal with that" And Kayla just smiled lightly, her heart expanding with warmth.

"You're too clever for that" She smirked, stroking the back of his hand, "Stiles just... _relax_" She encouraged, "I trust you don't I? If I thought that you were planning on killing me in my sleep then I wouldn't be here" Stiles just sent her a somewhat playful, unimpressed stare making her chuckle, "And I know it's easier said that done but push what Meredith said to the back of your mind... make it disappear... lock it up in a box and hide the key... do whatever it takes otherwise it will just eat away at you"

"Is that what you do?" Stiles asked softly, looking torn, "Just... forget"

"Yeah" She admitted, "Because there's no point in worrying about things that may or may not happen" She added as she saw some of the guilt clear from Stiles' honey brown eyes, "And anyway... I'm like super glue, you can't get rid of me easily" She chuckled in relief when Stiles smiled in amusement, panic fading from his features.

"Maybe you're right" He agreed and Kayla just gave him a playful nudge.

"Hey" She protested, "I'm always right" And Stiles' chuckle was like music to her ears right now.

"Suuuuuure" He drawled out, rolling his eyes as Kayla laughed but soon sobered up when Stiles tucked some short hair behind her ear, his head cocking to the side.

"You know... I didn't think you would come round tonight" He admitted as Kayla raised an eyebrow.

"But you left your window open" She pointed out as Stiles smirked but nodded all the same.

"Yeah... just in case" He muttered with an airy laugh, "I was hoping you would"

"Just as well cause I'm here" She smiled, "And what did I say about me and super glue...?" She joked as Stiles continued to run his hands through her hair softly, an amused look plastered across his face.

"Yeah... don't ever become unstuck" He commented with a quirky smile and Kayla's heart skipped a beat because the way he could make her feel with just one look or one sentence really was amazing – she never came to Beacon hills looking or expecting to connect with someone on so many levels, she wasn't expecting much of anything really, but since she found it, well... she wasn't prepared to let it go.

"I'll try not to" She replied in a hushed voice, savouring their closeness.

Though things soon escalated from harmless touching to intimate cuddling and before Kayla's mind could catch up with her half of their clothes were on the floor and the other half in the process of getting removed – and even though things were better between them Kayla still knew this shouldn't happen considering they were both vulnerable right now and on the brink of war with the Argents but maybe one night way okay... just to help forget things...

Or would they both regret it in the morning?

**A/N) I know, i'm such a tease. Haha.. anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and I would super appreciate any thought you have, I will love you forever and they make me type faster ha – next chapter is the end of episode 11 and beyond so BAM the lacrosse game... can I smell drama? haha please review and peace out lovelies x :)**

**Also a few hints about season 3 and... what? Kayla was at Eichen house? BIGGER WHAT? Ha.**


	93. Chapter 93 - It takes two to tango

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me – a massive shoutout to Kayela-Brown-1228, Luna888, Guest, Readingbeyondyourvocab, Guest and Guest for reviewing, you're the best, hope you enjoy this chapter :) x**

Oh crap.

That was Kayla's first thought as she peeled her eyes open, the morning sun peaking in through the curtains and making her squint her eyes as she rolled over on her back, breathing deeply.

Last night was kind of a blur – or maybe her memory just wasn't as good as it always was but either way she just wished that it was a dream and nothing more. Not that she didn't want to be with Stiles, because she did, but she wanted to make things truly right before moving forward... there was nothing wrong with that was there?

Kayla sucked in a breath, calming her racing heart as she turned her head to the side, her heart dropping when she saw Stiles lying on his side, his face void of all emotion and worry, he looked peaceful and content, blowing out small puffs of air, the duvet pulled up to his stomach showing of his bare chest and Kayla felt like retreating back under the duvet and sleeping for a decade.

Oh god... how the hell did this happen? She didn't remember who initiated the first move but she _did_ remember Stiles hovering over her as she clung to him, his soft breath washing over her skin, his warm body pressed against hers, their laboured breathing, their shared kisses... _oh dear god_...

_He kissed along her collar bone gently as she arched her back, her fingers running over his short hair as his nimble fingers caressed her inner thigh making her yearn for more as her heart raced, her body completely in his mercy..._

… _**oh dear god...**_

Kayla gulped, panic settling in because she promised herself this would not happen, that she would have enough self control to stop things escalating but clearly that didn't work out too well considering all their clothes were sprawled across the floor and here they were lying in his bed completely naked.

Kayla sat up quickly, jostling the bed as she jumped up, wrapping the blue thin sheet around herself as she bent down in a rush, piling her clothes into her arms, trying to keep focused and get the hell out of there before anything more could happen.

"Kaylz? What are you doing?" She heard Stiles ask sleepily, his voice all husky and morning-y but she kept her head down, looking around for her stuff, "Come back to bed" And Kayla was such a jumble of emotions she had no idea what to feel.

"No" She replied bluntly, bottom lip quivering as she found one of her socks laying on the floor, ignoring his gaze that she felt sending tingles up her spine. This could not be happening right now – why did this happen? God, she was such an idiot – they were making so much progress and that one night could have just put a spanner in the works.

"Kayla... what's wrong?" Stiles' concerned voice floated to her ears as she heard the bed creak slightly as he sat up, "What's the matter?" And the fact that he couldn't see what was wrong about all of this made her want to scream.

"I need to go" She muttered, keeping her head lowered as she finally located her vest top, holding all her clothes to her chest as she felt her heart palpitating, "Oh my god... I need to go" She whispered to herself, about to high tail out of his room, get changed and disappear.

"Kayla wait" Stiles called out desperately, pulling himself from the bed and getting tangled in the duvet, stumbling slightly as he yanked on his boxer shorts quickly, "Stop... why are you going?" And he sounding genuinely confused, like he didn't understand why she was in such turmoil over what had happened.

"Why am I-? Why do you think I'm going?" She asked desperately, finally meeting his concerned brown gaze, "Stiles _this_ shouldn't have happened" She flung her arm out to the dishevelled bed as he furrowed his eyebrows at her, hurt, "It was a mistake" And, okay, she chose her wording wrong – she didn't mean having sex with Stiles was a mistake, that she didn't want to do that, but she meant it was the wrong time, the wrong circumstances, the wrong situation – they had bigger things to worry about like surviving for example, they didn't have time to worry about anything else.

"No it wasn't" He whispered, his soft caramel brown eyes sincerely wide and innocent as he stared at her. "It wasn't to me" And Kayla just bit her bottom lip, her chest constricting.

"_Stiles_" She exclaimed, slightly frustrated, "I thought we were gonna take things slow – having sex in the middle of a war doesn't sound slow to me"

"We made love" He whispered, shaking his head at her as his large hand reached out to rest on her forearm, "Kaylz if you're freaking out because you think it was _just_ sex to me then I promise... it wasn't" He implored, staring down at her intently, "I'm not Aiden" And Kayla just took a step backwards, his hand dropping from her arm.

"I know you're not" She replied quietly, "But... but this wasn't supposed to happen" She added, eyes glistening as she peered up at him, "We were _just_ getting close again – things were good between us, we were talking and joking and flirting and now it's all ruined" She exclaimed, slightly hysterical, voice getting louder and higher pitched.

"Kayla, calm down" Stiles tried to assure her but she was having none of it.

"Don't tell me to calm down" Kayla felt her voice shaking with emotion, "This is what happens – ex's get together for one night and BAM things just revert back to how they were before... and before didn't work" Kayla cocked her head to the side, staring at Stiles intently, because it was true – that's what happened between her and Aiden, "It was supposed to be a clean slate" But before Stiles could reply his bedroom door got thrown open and in walked the sheriff, kitted out in his sheriff's uniform with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

"Kids... time for-" He stopped abruptly, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline, staring at them like they were some kind of complicated maths equation, "Uh... bad time" He muttered, still looking shocked, probably because he expected to find them like he had for the past week – fully clothed, Stiles in his pyjama's, Kayla in her normal attire, and just laying together innocently, not doing anything remotely intimate but nope, they were definitely not like that now.

"It's okay" Kayla replied, breaking eye contact with Stiles, "I was just going" And she held the sheet closer to her chest, the material billowing out around her as she strode towards the door and the sheriff side stepped, letting her past, "I'll see you at the game" And with that one comment she shut herself in the bathroom across the hall, leaning her back against it, heart hammering in her chest.

How did it get to this? They were so close to finishing the war with Gerard, to sorting out their lives, to actually getting out of this shit alive, to rebuilding everything that had gotten broken and then all that hard work was washed away with a one night stand.

Maybe one night stand was a bit excessive – it made it sound like something rushed and something just sexually based when last night was definitely not that, but after promising herself that she would make things up to Stiles before, well, getting together again, it really did feel like a blow to the stomach.

"_I knew you would be back" Aiden whispered in a heavy and exhausted voice as he rolled off her to the side, whole skin clammy with perspiration, "You can't stay away from me, eh?" He grinned from the side and Kayla just rolled her eyes, picking herself up from the bar floor, swiping her hand across her forehead._

"_Maybe" She replied, knowing that was not true at all but she would say that just to keep him happy even though her whole body just screamed 'regret' – why the hell did she come back to him of all people? She didn't know, maybe she just had really low standards, but either way she plastered a fake smile over her face, the feeling of shame and regret eating her up on the inside._

Kayla shook her head, letting out an annoyed groan as she dropped the sheet, quickly and efficiently pulling her clothes on, not even caring if they were on the right way, just desperate to get a breath of fresh air because conflicting emotions really were a bitch.

On one hand she loved Stiles to death and being with him, feeling that closeness, actually felt right and normal but her messed up brain was signalling to her that things would just all go downhill for whatever reason – sure, she was probably over reacting and Stiles seemed more hurt by her reaction than what actually happened between them but that just confused her even more.

When she came back from Brazil Stiles hated her, he did, he was angry and stung by what she did and that was okay, she understood that, but now less than two weeks later _he_ was the one wanting her to come round every night and cuddle and kiss and it made no sense to her because somewhere deep down she was sure Stiles had stashed away a piece of hatred especially for her.

_His hands were soft and gentle, there was nothing rough about it, it was just pure raw emotion that left Kayla's skin tingling as she trailed a hand down his back, the feel of his warm skin pressing against hers was one she would never forget._

_His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his kiss, their lips the perfect match for each other as Stiles ever so slowly moved his hips against hers, pushing into her as Kayla moaned lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, the pressure inside her making her feel warm and content._

But surely if he did hate her, even just a little bit, he wouldn't be that gentle and soft, he wouldn't be so caring and affectionate and that just confused her even more – maybe he didn't hate her and was telling the truth but Kayla still found it hard to believe how someone could be so forgiving and compassionate in such a situation like that.

"Kayla? Are you okay in there?" A concerned voice called through the door and she snapped her head up, refocusing back on the current situation.

"Uh... yeah just... give me a minute" She replied back feebly, running a shaky hand through her dishevelled hair as she stared in the bathroom mirror, blowing out a breath.

"Bloody hell Hale" She whispered, forcing a chuckle at her rat's nest of a hair and flushed cheeks, "Since when did you become soft?" She questioned herself before shaking her head and opening the bathroom door, coming face to face with the concerned sheriff.

"Oh" He let out a surprised noise at her sudden appearance, eyebrows furrowing, "You okay kiddo?" And the note of worry in his voice did surprise her slightly – she knew he was 'okay' with them sleeping together and by okay she meant he had obviously resigned himself in not thinking about it and trusting them, but her and Stiles weren't exactly a 'thing' and Stiles was his son... why wasn't he comforting him?

"I'm okay" She smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear, "And sorry for...y'know..."

"For what?" He seemed genuinely confused, "You've got nothing to be sorry for"

"Um... _that_" She nodded her head to Stiles' closed bedroom door, "I did just sleep with your son... and considering we're not exactly 'together' some people would think that was, well..." She puckered her lips, "I'm not gonna go into some of the names I've been called but you get the picture"

The sheriff looked at her sympathetically as he leaned against the door frame, choosing a more relaxed posture, "That was Stiles' choice as well as yours and I know you're both perfectly capable of making that decision" He nodded his head, as though agreeing with his own statement, "The last time I talked to Stiles he mentioned you were... well... on the pill" He whispered the last bit like they were having some top secret CIA conversation or something, "So I know you're being safe – I trust you both"

"You're a good dad sheriff... my mom was always way too lax and my cousin completely blows his top over anything and everything"

"I like to think I can reach a happy medium" The sheriff smiled warmly, "But I'll let you on in a little secret" He leaned forward, looking at Kayla intently, "When me and Stiles' mom first starting dating her parents were strict, too strict in my opinion and that just resulted in us being... let's say... more rebellious than usual" A small smile appeared over his worn features, like he was replaying all those happy memories over and over in his head, "We would sneak out, I would sneak in, we even used to break into old abandoned houses just for the thrill"

"So the sheriff was a little delinquent, who would've guessed" She joked lightly as he smiled, eyes bright and gleaming.

"Just don't tell my deputies" He replied, a smirk flitting across his face, "But I admit – we did get careless... on more than one occasion" He admitted, "But we were lucky and I always promised myself back then if I had any kids they would never have to be in that situation" And Kayla couldn't tear her eyes off him, it was like listening to a wise man talking about the creation of the universe, "But I know the two of you are doing everything right and I'm quite content with that because if I even tried to suppress it like her parents did then, well... Claudia and I were lucky back then, that was all it was - luck"

"Wow" Kayla commented, smiling lightly, "Thanks sheriff... I needed that"

"Anytime sweetheart" He replied, nodding his head at her, "Oh and about Stiles" He called out to her just before she could walk away, "Things will work out in their own time – they always do" And sure Kayla knew the sheriff – they had talked and joked and he had seen more of the two of them than was probably appropriate but only now did she feel they connected on the same level... like he was the great uncle of the family or something.

Kayla genuinely smiled this time because the sheriff was so nice – he appeared very stressed and worn down but he had a good heart with all the right intentions and was someone you could talk to about anything... he just had that kind open face and wise words. She just nodded, taking a step forward and giving him a sudden soft hug out of no where but she wanted to get across her gratitude and knew words wouldn't be enough – she would probably just splutter and accidentally drop him an insult or something.

She pulled back, sending him a grateful smile before spinning around on the spot and flying down the stairs and she was sure she heard a quiet, "Bye kiddo" just before she left.

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><p>"What?" Kayla sighed, refocusing back on the guy in front of her, whoever the hell he was, "I didn't hear that"<p>

"Yeah cause you're zoning out on me" The dark haired boy smirked making her roll her eyes, "I said are you sure you don't wanna support my team?" He asked and honest to god Lacrosse was the last thing on Kayla's mind right now and even further down that list was random strangers hitting on her, "Cause I'm positive we're going to win"

"Cocky" Kayla said dryly, detaching her gaze from his blue stare and wrapping her arms around her torso, hugging her hoody closer to her body as the chilly night air assaulted her, wishing she had changed into a pair of jeans instead of black denim shorts, straining her eyes to see if she could catch a glimpse of Scott, Stiles, Lydia, _anyone_, from behind the bleachers but no such luck.

"Girls like that" He commented, "don't you?" He asked in faux innocence and Kayla stopped her searching for a brief moment to glare at him, narrowing her eyes as she gritted her teeth.

"Take off the 'Y' and you're just a cock, full stop" She dead panned, "Now if you'll excuse me I really do have more important stuff to do so no" She excused herself by side stepping him, completely not with the programme today as the nerves assaulted her stomach but the guy, whoever he was, she was sure he said Tom... or maybe it was Timmy... or it could've been Tony, she wasn't sure so let's just settle for 'dickhead' – so dickhead gently took her arm in his grasp, stopping her in her tracks.

"Okay I'm sorry, I get it... you're different" He rushed out and Kayla's eyes flickered down to his hold on her arm and back to his eyes, raising her eyebrows, unamused, "Why the rush?"

"Because I don't feel like talking to a creep, especially when I'm in a shitty mood" She glared fiercely, "Now kindly get your hand off me before I break it" She managed to get out through gritted teeth, her voice actually sounding quite dangerous and threatening.

"Lighten up girl" He chuckled, giving her a dubious once over, "And c'mon" He scoffed, "You're like one hundred pounds and I'm, well-" He looked down at his well toned and muscular body, "You're just trying to be tough" His hand skimmed down to her wrist, "Girls can't-" And that did it for her. Her free hand shot out and punched him square across the jaw and that soon made him let her go – as he stumbled back a step or two in shock she took a grasp of his wrist and used his body weight to flip him around fiercely so he landed on his back, coughing and spluttering.

Dickhead was obviously quite shocked at her outburst, as was she to be honest, as she placed her foot on his chest, keeping him in place.

"Listen up Jackass" She warned, "Go back to your Jackass team, play some Lacrosse and learn that no means no, got it?" She snarled and the guy glared at her, squirming about on the ground as she removed her foot, letting him stand up as he rubbed his red jaw.

"Kayla, I've been ringing and texting and I was hoping you would... show... up..." She heard Stiles trail off awkwardly as he stumbled into them all decked out in his maroon lacrosse outfit, his helmet loose on his head, cheeks flushed with the cold, "Um... what?" He asked, looking between the two but Kayla saw dickhead curl his lip at both of them.

"Psycho" He muttered, "Girls like that are not worth it mate" He directed the last part to Stiles before pushing past them both, almost making Stiles sprawl out over the green.

"What was _that_ about?" He asked in concern and a hint of amazement, turning his wide eyes to her like everything was normal and Kayla's stomach flipped at his closeness.

"A hormonal teenager that wants sex... what else?" She said, taking a step around him, "That's all they want these days" She added somewhat bitterly as Stiles raced around in front of her, keeping them behind the bleachers.

"Kayla wait... wait" He held out his hands, placing them on her shoulders, "I get it okay? I do – I understand why you freaked out this morning" He told her making Kayla raise her eyebrows – if he could work it out then he should be a bloody psychologist, "You think it was just emotionless sex on my part because you feel like I'm still angry, like I'm using you... and you don't want to care too much only to be tossed away but I promise, _I promise_, last night was me showing you how much I love you... I just wish you believed me"

"I want to" Kayla replied, "I do but... that's what Aiden said" She admitted, letting out an ironic chuckle, "After I had the abortion I went back to him for a couple weeks... he said that and things just went back to normal... the arguing, the bitterness, the hatred... we had a certain level of hate for each other and the way to get that despise for one another out of our systems was through sex so sorry Stiles" She shrugged at him, "I'm completely messed up because maybe I just expect things to go downhill"

Stiles looked at her intently, a soft look plastered over his face, "You're not messed up" He disagreed, shaking his head, "I'm sorry for making you feel that way... and I should've stopped last night, I knew you wanted to take things slow and-"

"Stiles" She interrupted, before he starting guilt tripping himself, "Don't" She gave him a small smile, taking a step closer to him and adjusting the helmet on his head, strapping it in place properly, their breath fogging up the air around them, "It takes two to tango so just go out there and kick their asses... focus on that for now"

"I'm pretty sure kicking their asses would involve _actually_ being on the field" Stiles joked though he did look disappointed in himself, like he was thinking he was a failure and Kayla knew what that felt like – it sucked, big time, and Kayla knew he was passionate about Lacrosse, he just never got a chance to show how good he actually was at the sport. So she felt the wheels turning in her head, the gears churning and groaning as she looked around inquisitively before her eyes fell on the exact figure she was looking for.

"Gimme a minute" She said to Stiles before brushing past him and slinking around the side of the bleachers and tapping the guy she was looking for on the shoulder.

"Greenberg" She greeted as he jumped, startled by her sudden appearance behind him, his cheeks immediately darkening because the last time she had talked to him she was half naked and straddling Stiles in the locker room... long story, so it was no wonder he looked like he would rather the ground swallow him whole than speak more than two words with her.

"O-Oh... hey" He replied nervously, "Um... C-Can I do you-I mean-" He coughed awkwardly, "What can I do you with-_for" _He corrected, eyes wide, "What can I do you for? I mean... what's wrong?" And Kayla just plastered a sweet smile over her face, cocking her head to the side.

"Are you playing tonight?" She asked innocently, keeping her expression neutral as he blushed a dark red but nodded all the same, obviously stuck with words.

"Oh" She added, trying to look worried and disappointed, gnawing on her bottom lip.

"What? Why? Shouldn't I?" He rattled off, "Is there going to be like an assault or something?" He whispered, looking completely terrified.

"Well... it's just-" Kayla nodded her head over the field to dickhead and a couple of his friends that were glaring in their general direction, "You see that guy over there – tall, dark hair, fierce glare?" And she heard him gulp but nod slowly, "Well..." She pretended to go all reclusive and shy, "He was my ex boyfriend" She lied, looking at Greenberg sheepishly, "Not a very nice guy... totally into drugs and selling stolen goods all that jazz" She said nonchalantly before realising her mistake and looking at him more solemn, making her voice go more scared, "I mean... he's a really jealous guy and he thinks we're... y'know-" She shrugged at his wide eyed stare, making her right hands' thumb and finger into a circle and her left hands' finger go through it, the implication very clear and poor Greenberg looked like he was about to faint.

"W-W-W-What? B-But we're not" He stuttered, face going pale as he took a step away from the field, "Oh god... I don't want to die" And Kayla just touched his forearm, trying not to smile.

"It's okay... but maybe it's best to sit this game out huh? Just to be on the safe side" She suggested slyly, trying to look innocent, "Because he really is a tough guy" And they both diverted their gaze to the group of friends who each looked equally mean but dickhead was still glaring at them, okay at her in particular because she beat him up, but Greenberg didn't need to know that.

Greenberg didn't say anything, he just nodded, keeping a careful gaze on the opposing team as he stumbled a few steps backwards, face loosing all it's colour, "Oh god... I think I'm going to be sick" And with that he turned away and disappeared into the mass of people and Kayla let out a big fist bump, mentally patting herself on the back.

"That was amazing... whatever you did" Stiles praised, coming up beside her, "But I don't know what it was for..." He trailed off and Kayla just rolled her eyes playfully.

"He's not playing tonight so that leaves a spot on the field free" She explained, smiling lightly at his gobsmacked expression, "I would've seduced him but I'm still not completely in control of that side of me and I didn't want him feeling me up at the side of the bleachers" And Stiles just snorted but he looked amused.

"Thank you" He told her sincerely, taking ahold of one of her hands, "That means alot"

"Well-" She coughed, meeting his gaze, "You deserve a chance to prove to coach and everyone else that you're good at what you're passionate about... and I know for sure than you can whoop their asses, especially dickhead over there" She jutted her chin to the dark haired boy that was now conversing with his friends, not even bothering to look at them anymore.

"Because that wasn't a subtle hint or anything" Stiles joked sarcastically, a dazzling smile lighting up his features, "But seriously Kayla, about last night-"

"It's okay" She reassured him, "What's done is done, we can't change anything and even if I could I'm not sure I would" She admitted as Stiles looked at her shocked but was smiling at her all the same, "So yes, I surrender" She joked, putting her hands in the air, "My freak out was completely unnecessary and way OTT... I guess I just got stuck in the past" He looked at her softly, "Now Robin... go win that game" She encouraged, pushing him lightly towards the field, "Before Greenberg decides to take a rebellious streak and play tonight" And Stiles just laughed loudly, all worry from his features now forgotten.

"I'll win for you Hale" He smirked, sending her a wink before running, or rather stumbling towards Scott who was sitting on the benches, looking around nervously, presumably for Gerard and Kayla's stomach dropped as she, too, glanced around, knowing that Gerard could literally have undercover hunters roaming the area ready with their bow and arrows or whatever other killing weapons they possessed.

She leaned against the side of the bleachers, far enough away from anybody that would want to strike up conversation but close enough that she could keep an eye on things, make sure all her friends were safe and not being attacked by a giant fricking lizard.

So let the games begin.

At first it went... okay, and even though she knew she should be helping Derek she felt a stronger pull to being here, to keeping an eye on Stiles as well as supporting him even though he probably couldn't see her, to making sure Lydia was okay and wouldn't have a total breakdown as well as keeping a well trained eye on Gerard who was at the sidelines, a pleasant smirk on his face and Kayla knew he was up to something.

Gerard would always have a plan B... and C, D, E, the whole bloody alphabet plus some so it was no doubt he was in perfect control of this whole situation – level playing fields were definitely out of the question.

However all her worry was washed away when she saw Stiles score his first goal of the game... and it seemed everybody, including him, was shell shocked but Kayla wasn't – she knew he could do it... he had passion and determination as well as a type of fire that wasn't obvious at first glance but it was there, buried underneath his soft and goofy ways and Kayla just felt so... proud?

She was ecstatic for Stiles, knowing how happy this would make him, how it would give him a real confidence boost and she smiled lightly, she just wished that he was winning under different circumstances.

Over all the roaring and jarring cheers she heard a crack echo just off to the right and she spun around in confusion, already on high alert because it did sound oddly like a twig snapping.

Great. Just great. Note the sarcasm. She turned around on the spot, furrowing her eyebrows, tuning out the screaming Lacrosse fans and focusing on her surroundings – it looked empty and dark but there was a chill in the air... and it had nothing to do with the cold – it had a more creepy note to it, sinister almost.

Kayla glanced around one last time, checking that Scott, Isaac and Stiles were still playing Lacrosse and hadn't been torn to bits yet and, satisfied that they all still had their limbs, she turned around and let out a shriek of surprise as she almost walked into someone, her heart jolting.

"Don't scream, don't fight, just listen" He instructed, grabbing her arms tightly and pulling her forward and Kayla was too shocked to do anything, let alone even think about fighting back because how the holy hell was this possible?

"I don't care how good you and your so called friends intentions were because you still got me killed" He snarled fiercely, his grip so tight and threatening Kayla knew they would leave dark bruising, "You stupid Hales and filthy mutts... Gerard has the right thought about getting rid of you" And then he smirked at her, the white parts of his eyes bloodshot red with dark bruising circles underneath them, "Except I know his plan... he'll exclude me, claim he was the primary thinker of this whole charade and I can't have that... I've been waiting months for this moment and an old bitter man with a thing about power won't stop me from getting rid of the lot of you" And Kayla gaped, about to open her mouth to shout for Derek, Isaac, Scott, anyone, but he was quick and super fast because he covered her mouth with one hand and spun her around so her back was to him, keeping an arm around her neck, "Not so fast Hale... I've got a plan for you"

Kayla was breathing heavily as she kicked out, trying to free herself from his grasp but he was one hundred times stronger than he was last time they met and he kept her still, his hold suffocating.

"Shhhh... stop that" He growled in her ear and Kayla tried to elbow him in the ribcage, desperate to get away, screaming in frustration against his hand.

"Shut up... I'll take away my hand if you _shut up_" He tightened his grip around her neck, leaving her seeing stars as he dropped his hand, pressing his head to hers as he talked directly in her ear.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed, gasping for breath, "You're dead... you died, I saw it"

"No" He disagreed, "You saw that bastard of a father breaking my neck... whose to say that killed me?" He chuckled darkly, keeping her in place.

"Brian... let me go" She requested, struggling from his ultra tight hold, "Urghhh... get off me"

"If you don't stop with the fiestiness then when I'm done with you I'll break that boyfriends' neck of yours" He threatened darkly and that soon made Kayla stop struggling, quietening down because the thought of Stiles getting hurt was worse than the idea of getting herself killed, "Good girl... knew we could find common ground"

"What do you want?" She said quietly through clenched teeth, "Brian-"

"Shut up" He snarled, dragging her closer to the sidelines but they were still out of sight, sheltered by the benches and dark night air, "I want you to do something for me"

"What could I possibly do for you?" She jabbed, trying to not feel his breath on her or his tight hold because she saw him die – Peter snapped his neck the night of the school dance, she saw his lifeless eyes... there was no possible way he could be here.

Except he was and this really was an 'oh shit' moment.

"You're going to kill Gerard for me" He said bluntly, an arm still wrapped around her neck as he hovered behind her and Kayla couldn't help but feel how cold he was, like dead-cold, the same kind of cold a dead body has, "You owe me Hale"

"I don't owe you shit"

"I saved your life" He whispered in her ear, "If it wasn't for me you and that idiot friend of yours would've drowned" And Kayla flashbacked to the night in the well, how there was something pulling them under, intending for them to drown and the next thing she knew they were on the forest floor and definitely not drowning, "And I didn't do it for nothing"

"I didn't ask you too" She argued back but he just tightened his grip on her and Kayla felt like passing out.

"You're family _ruined me_" He snarled loudly as Kayla choked, "If you don't do what I say then I'll start with your friends... then your boyfriend... then maybe I'll pay that cute little cousin of yours a visit" And Kayla felt like exploding by this point, "And if you don't do it willingly well..." He trailed off, throwing her to the side so she crashed into the side of the bleachers, desperately trying to get air into her lungs, "I'll just make you" And with that his eyes turned black.

**A/N) I know, I suck, it took me ages to put this up but I dunno I just feel like people are loosing interest in this story but either way I will continue it – I NEED to get onto season three and beyond ha, so please review, they mean the total world and as a reward I will rattle out chapters faster than santa delivering presents haha – see ya next chapter :) x**


	94. Chapter 94 - Where's Stiles?

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Darkness. That is all there was when she looked in Brian's eyes. The same kind of darkness that Kayla imagined would be in hell. It was cold yet burning hot at the same time. It made her feel faint and physically sick yet somehow she felt a power rush through her veins at the same time. It was weird and dark, full on blackness. Yet she kinda liked it.

She didn't know why, maybe because it had the same kind of effects that drugs did – it made you feel on cloud nine yet after depressed and down yet this was a hundred times worse – it was like everything rolled into one and happening at the same time.

She didn't know how long she was compelled there for but when she blinked again Brian had gone, disappeared into the night and all Kayla heard was screaming – frantic, panicked screaming. She looked around in confusion, Brian and his threats at the forefront of her mind.

Why did he want _her_ to do it? Why did she have to kill Gerard? Were him and Gerard working together? Was Brian the puppeteer and they were the puppets? It made no sense but since she got lost in his black stare she did feel a sense of mission inside her... like Gerard was the target and she had to eliminate him... the sooner the better.

Not that she didn't want to before that but now it felt like there was pure, raw darkness running through her veins and poisoning her mind and she did not like it one bit... especially if Brian was as powerful as he seemed.

There was more screaming and hysterical crying and that truly did snap Kayla from her thoughts – she looked around, seeing frenzied activity and her eyes zeroed in on a body on the ground all decked out in maroon lacrosse uniform and, oh no... no no no no...

Panic gripped her heart, breath getting stuck in her throat as she stumbled forward, praying to god it wasn't who she thought it was because if it was... oh god if it was...

Kayla covered her mouth with her hand at the empty face of Jackson, feeling bad at the slight relief in her chest that it wasn't Stiles, yet she felt hurt all the same... not Jackson, he didn't deserve this.

Kayla looked around urgently, eyes zig zagging across the field, looking for Stiles but the more she looked for him the harder it was.

"Stiles?" She shouted, spinning around on the spot, "Stiles? _Stiles_?" And this truly was agonising... where the hell was he?

She spotted Scott and Isaac running over to her and knew by their expressions it was bad and holy shit... she was not prepared for this.

"Have you seen Stiles?" Scott rushed out and Kayla shook her head, tears blurring her vision.

"No" She croaked out, "Where is he?"

"He's gone" Scott replied, looking distant and panicked and that felt like a fist to the heart – no, impossible, he can't just be gone, maybe he just left to get some water or take a shower... Stiles wasn't just '_gone_'.

"Where's Stiles?" She demanded, not accepting the brief answer of 'gone', urgency laced in her voice, "Where is he?" And both Scott and Isaac looked around desperately, their own eyes full of panic and that was when Kayla really fully understood the implications behind both their expressions – before she had left out a little bit of hope that she just misunderstood their words, that Stiles would reappear all smiles and goofy faced and she would slap him silly for making her heart race like crazy, but now she saw their terrified faces and felt the pure raw fear from the sheriff and the little bit of hope she had held out just disappeared, like a flame flickering out.

"No... no" She muttered, shaking her head, her heart dropping to her stomach, "He was supposed to okay" She added, shaking her head as she looked around desperately, hands beginning to shake at the possibility of Stiles getting hurt... or worse, "This wasn't supposed to _happen_" She exclaimed loudly, running a hand through her hair as she swivelled around on the spot, as if trying to catch a glimpse of him.

"We'll find him" Scott tried to reassure her even though he looked well and truly defeated, "I'll find him" And Kayla just shook her head, beginning to get dizzy because why Stiles? Why him? He hadn't hurt a fly! He was human! He was supposed to be the one out of all of them that no one would want to hurt and now... now he was gone and Kayla hadn't stopped it, she hadn't stopped him from being taken and the guilt made her feel physically sick.

"We'll find him" Isaac added and Kayla knew Isaac was trying to help, he wanted to be the good guy rather than the enemy and she was thankful for that, she really was, but whoever took Stiles – and she had a feeling who – was clever, smart and sadistic, he would make sure they would _never_ find him until he wanted them to.

"Exactly" Scott agreed, running a hand down his face as Kayla heard the Sheriff shouting orders, looking panicked and about ready to collapse on the spot, "We'll go to the locker room, catch his scent and search all over town, the whole state if we have to" And Kayla spotted Scott's expression, it was true determination and she knew nothing would stop him from finding his best friend.

Yet a sudden heated anger burned bright in Kayla's chest, igniting her heart because _how dare he_, how _dare_ Gerard, how _dare_ Allison, how _dare_ they touch Stiles – It wasn't allowed, it wasn't fair – they were all worried about him, fretting about how hurt he was and they were probably enjoying the thrill of power play and that just wasn't on.

"I'm going to _kill him"_ She suddenly exclaimed loudly, pure anger radiating from her voice as Scott and Isaac looked at her surprised as she pulled her phone from her pocket, angrily hitting the touch screen as she dialled Allison's number.

"Kayla what're you doing?" Isaac hushed whispered, "No more killing people, we'll find-"

But she cut him off as Allison's phone went to voicemail, _surprise surprise_, "Allison" She snarled down the phone, hating how she was beginning to despise her friend but knowing she had every right to if she knew that Gerard had taken Stiles, another friend of hers, "You're taking this way too far... Stiles has done **nothing** to the lot of you – you wanna hurt us for the death of your mom? Fine, do that, but if you lay one finger on him so help me god I will _end you_" And with that she clicked the phone off and shoved it back in her pocket, steaming with rage.

"You think Allison knows about this?" Scott whispered, looking heart broken, and Kayla just clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth as Isaac gnawed on his bottom lip.

"I wouldn't be surprised" She seethed, "I'm hoping not but she's with Gerard now and Gerard is a twisted sick man" And with that Kayla turned on her heel, ignoring the buzz of people panicking because she had one thing she was focused on right now and that was Stiles.

"Kayla, wait-" Scott tried to protest but she was having none of it.

"_No_" She threw over her shoulder, shaking her head as she turned around to stare at them, "Don't you get it? Stiles is **gone**" And judging by Scott's pained expression and Isaac's look of understanding they did know that perfectly well, "He's probably g-gett-... getting-" She faltered, tears blurring her vision, "He's probably getting tortured or beat up... and he doesn't deserve that" She shook her head again and even Isaac, the same person who claimed to hate Stiles, the same person who taunted him at every opportunity he got, was the very same person who was now looking guilty and sympathetic, like he would do everything in his power to save him.

"Don't think like that" Scott said pained, "Stiles is strong"

"I know that" Kayla smiled lightly at the memories, "He's stubborn as an ox that one... and that's what scares me – he can't keep his mouth shut and Gerard... Gerard doesn't like that" She bit her lip, looking away for a moment to keep her composure before looking at Scott dead in the eye, "I can't let him hurt Stiles... I won't" She added in a hurt voice, "So you do what you gotta do... and I'll do what I have to do" And Kayla didn't even falter at the idea of facing Gerard and his hunters because when it came to Stiles she would do anything and everything to keep him safe.

"Calm down" She heard Isaac call out to her and she faltered in walking, coming to a stop and looking at him questioningly, "If you go now that's _exactly_ what Gerard wants" And sure she saw logic behind that statement but Stiles meant everything to her, she wasn't going to lose him, "He wants us all to go in guns' a blazing and that's exactly what you're doing"

"Because I _have to_" She exclaimed, "Stiles-"

"Stiles would want you to think straight and not go and get yourself killed" Isaac interrupted, taking another step towards her, "So if you love him... don't do it" And Kayla just about saw red at that.

"How dare you" She seethed, her eyes widening, "You have no idea how this feels for us" She pointed at Scott, "That's his best friend, the one he tells everything to, you wanna tell Scott not to look for him?" She asked rhetorically, anger burning through her stomach, "I love him for god sake, of course I'm going to find him" She took another step forward towards Isaac, ready that if he made another comment she would slap him, "And you have no idea how it feels to care so much about someone you would do anything for them so don't comment on matters you know nothing about" And after her rant she sucked in a deep breath, cheeks flushed as Isaac just gulped, eyes flickering down to the ground before looking at her dead in the eye, face soft.

And oh god... not now Isaac.

"No... no, don't go there" She warned, shaking her head at him, "What you feel isn't love and stop deluding yourself that it is" She snapped and her normal self would've realised that was a bit harsh, and by a bit she meant really _really_ harsh but she did not have time for Isaac to go all soft when Stiles' life is on the line.

"Okay" Scott interrupted, stepping between the two, "Isaac, meet me in the locker room, Kayla with me" He instructed and he gently grasped her hand, pulling her over to the sidelines.

"You're worried about Stiles, so am I which is why we need to concentrate and not get all hot headed" He told her softly, placing his hands on her shoulders, "We _will_ find Stiles and he _will_ be fine... I promise you that" And Kayla felt like bursting into tears but nodded all the same.

"I'm-I'm sorry it's just... he doesn't understand how this feels..."

"I think he does" Scott said quietly as Kayla just raised her eyebrows in questioning but got the implications perfectly, "All I'm saying is you're... friends" He answered that delicately and sheepishly, "And outside of the pack you're the one person that he feels connected to so yes, he does have a point" Scott rubbed her arm soothingly, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes" She answered almost immediately because there wasn't a bad bone in his body.

"Isaac and I will get started in looking for Stiles while you take Lydia home" And Kayla was about to protest but he cut her off, "She needs you right now... Allison isn't here to comfort her and Jackson did just... die" Scott gulped nervously, "You're her best friend and she needs you more than ever" And a ball of guilt erupted in Kayla's stomach, spreading to every nerve in her body – Lydia loved Jackson, she did, and now Jackson was dead, she would be completely and utterly cut up. She couldn't imagine how that felt – if she felt this way with Stiles _just_ missing then what would Lydia feel like? Something a thousand times worse probably.

Kayla bit her lip, glancing through the mass of people to see Lydia standing there crying, make up down her face, whole body shaking and one of the deputies trying to calm her down.

"Okay" Kayla nodded, briefly forgetting about Stiles for one moment because she trusted Scott would find him, "Okay" And with that she felt Scott giving her one last squeeze of the hand before walking towards Lydia.

"Oh... Scott?" She called out in after thought, swivelling around on the spot, "Can you tell Isaac... I'm sorry?" She asked numbly, "I mean I'll tell him myself after but just so he knows" And Scott nodded, giving her a smile, "Thanks... and I'll meet up with you in a bit" And with that Kayla mentally prepared herself for comforting her grieving friend when she knew there was a possibility that could be her in a few hours.

_No Kayla_, she chastised herself, nothing was going to happen to Stiles, he would be fine, he was always fine, he's strong, one of the strongest humans she had ever known, of course he would be okay.

"Lydia...?" She hesitated slightly as she walked towards her best friend who was being crowded with buzzing cops, not knowing how Lydia would react but the strawberry blonde as soon as she heard her voice propelled herself forward straight into Kayla's arms, her choked cries echoing in the night air.

What could she say? That everything would be okay? That would just be a lie and Kayla wasn't sure there was anything that could be said at this moment in time, not to help comfort someone.

So she just settled in holding Lydia up, rubbing comforting circles on her back as her friend cried, her other hand softly stroking Lydia's long wild hair.

"K-Kayla... Jackson's-Jackson's gone" And Kayla felt sad – her and Jackson didn't exactly see eye to eye but she didn't want him to die. She risked a glance to the side where they were just zipping up the body bag and Kayla sighed, a tear running down her cheek.

"I know" She settled in saying, keeping her voice soft and quiet, "I'm so sorry Lyd"

"I wanna go home" Lydia whispered, her voice croaky and scratchy, "I wanna go home Kayla" And Kayla's heart broke all over again at her best friends' defeated voice because it was hardly ever Lydia let her true emotions show, fearful it would make her look vulnerable and weak.

"I'll take you home" She volunteered, slowly starting to steer Lydia towards the parking lot, prepared to comfort her friend in any way possible.

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><p>"Is there anything I can get for you?" Kayla asked gently as she led Lydia up to her room, her house empty, no surprise there, "Coffee? Chocolate? A never ending supply of wine?" And that did the trick. Lydia gave a small chuckle but it was enough to allow Kayla to breathe freely – Lydia would be fine, she always was, she was strong.<p>

"I'm fine" Lydia claimed, dumping her bag on the floor as she sat at the end of her bed but Kayla saw right through it – Lydia was broken, no doubt about that.

"No you're not... but you will be" She gave Lydia a small smile as she knelt down in front of her, placing her hands on Lydia's knees, "I think you should get some sleep"

"I don't know if I can" She admitted, more tears falling from her lids, "All I'll see is-is J-J-Jackson and all the b-blood" And Kayla shushed her softly, raising a hand to tuck some hair behind Lydia's ear.

"Try and not think about it" She advised but Lydia just looked at her desperately, eyes wide.

"It's all I can think about" She admitted, her posture slumped, "I don't understand why this happened, why it had to happen to Jackson" And Kayla took ahold of Lydia's hands, offering comfort.

"Things happen and a lot of them that do aren't fair... in actual fact they suck, big time" And Lydia smiled, albeit a small smile but a smile all the same, "And I know this probably isn't going to help an awful lot but Jackson did just save a lot of people and you know why he was able to? Because he was a good person" And Lydia just looked at her dubiously.

"Are we talking about the same Jackson or..." And Kayla gave Lydia a small nudge, letting out a snort at her friends' humour.

"He was just misunderstood" Kayla supplied, "But I promise you... you will be fine, it may take weeks, months... but you will be" And Lydia looked at her like her whole world was falling apart, "And I know this because I know everything, okay?" And Lydia gave her a smile.

"You're a good friend Kayla... I wish I was able to repay the favour" And Kayla nudged her as she sat next to her on the bed, shaking her head.

"Hey, don't do that, you're the best Lyd" She reassured her, gently stroking the strawberry red hair in comfort,"The very best"

"The very bestest of the best?" She asked innocently and Kayla snorted and gave a quiet laugh but nodded all the same.

"The very bestest of the best" She agreed and she saw Lydia's lips twitch but that didn't last long and Kayla didn't expect it to – Jackson did just die and Lydia was holding him as he bled out, what did anyone expect.

Lydia's face crumpled, her composure breaking apart as she started to sob into her hands, tears running freely down her cheeks, "I just miss him so much" She cried out in pain and hysteria so Kayla just took her in her arms and held her, trying to comfort her even though Kayla could feel the pain her best friend was in.

Since Brazil it was easy to control – the way she could feel what others were feeling, sort of like empathy, it was just about having a barrier up in your mind all the time and it was hard at the start, it was, but now it was easy to block out other people's feelings, except in vulnerable situations or when someone close by was in a really bad turmoil situation.

Just like Lydia was.

The pain she was feeling from Lydia stung her chest and made her heart race, her stomach churning rapidly and knew this was only a fraction of what Lydia was feeling but Kayla still held her as she cried, closing her eyes to try and block the pain and grief out because if she could do that then she could concentrate more on Lydia, which she needed to do right now.

Lydia had soon cried herself to sleep, to exhausted to do anything else other than let her eyes close and try and get a few hours of peace and Kayla couldn't blame her really.

So as Lydia slept on her shoulder Kayla's thoughts now drifted to Stiles – had Scott and Isaac found him yet? Surely if they did they would call, hell, even they were capable of a simple text but as Kayla pulled the phone from her pocket and lit up the screen there was no missed calls or texts.

Dammit.

And now she was torn between staying here with Lydia, her best friend, or searching the streets for Stiles who was in god knows how much pain and she was really stuck on that issue.

Couldn't she do them both at the same time?

Yeah... she wished. Kayla glanced once more at Lydia's sleeping form, so content and peaceful and decided she would give them another half hour – if no one had called by then then screw it, Kayla would be gone, doing anything and everything in her power to find him.

She had never really felt this kind of desperation before except when Tabby was kidnapped by Brian's parents which left her skin itchy and tingly. She couldn't lose Stiles, not after everything. She knew she never said it enough to him but she really did love him... she was so totally in love with him that she couldn't even think straight at the possibility he could be hurt.

She didn't even want to think of that.

How did things go so wrong? If only everything was normal and there was nothing supernatural about this damn town then this would not be happening – Allison and Scott would be happy, Lydia wouldn't be depressed, Stiles wouldn't keep getting hurt all the damn time... if everything was normal then everything would be okay.

Kayla screwed her eyes shut at the image of Stiles laying there lifeless and bloody like Jackson was, pushing away the thought – it _wouldn't_ happen, it _couldn't_ happen, Kayla wouldn't let it, not in a million years.

And ever since Brian, Brian-who-was-supposed-to-be-dead-Brian, had done whatever creepy voodoo mind control crap on her she didn't even flinch at he idea of killing Gerard with her bare hands.

And maybe she wouldn't have before, especially since he took Stiles, but the idea of Brian being back... back as god knows what, another creepy dangerous supernatural creature, did cause panic to seize her chest and make her head hurt.

What was it with people of Beacon hills not staying dead?

First Peter now Brian... hopefully it wouldn't be a chain reaction.

Suddenly her phone starting vibrating and without even glancing at the caller ID she clicked the green button, placing it to her ear anxiously.

"Hello?" And she waited with baited breath, heart skipping a beat.

"Kayla... it's Isaac" And she blew out a breath of air because he actually sounded somewhat upbeat, surely that meant good news, "They found Stiles, he's at home" And never in her life had she felt so relieved.

"Oh thank god" She muttered, "Is he okay? What happened to him? How did he get home?" She rattled of questions as she felt Lydia yawning, waking from her slumber.

"Calm down Hale" Isaac chuckled, "But he's fine, a bit beat up but he's still got all his limbs attached" And Kayla didn't even tell him off for being crude and blunt because Stiles was okay... he was alive... and that was all that mattered right now.

She sighed in relief, running a hand down her face as she heard Isaac hesitate on the other end of the line.

"Kayla? I'm... I'm sorry about earlier, I-"

"Don't, it's okay" She interrupted, relief making her feel on cloud nine, "I was being a right bitch, It's me that should be apologising so I'm sorry, I really am" She gave a small smile over the phone even though he couldn't see her, "Thanks for helping Isaac... it means alot"

There was a short pause over the phone, "No problem Hale" He said softly, "See you later" And with that the line went dead and Kayla clicked the phone off, pure relief running through her veins.

"What happened?" Lydia asked cautiously, "Did... did something happen?" And Kayla looked at her dishevelled appearance, feeling bad for how elated she felt at this moment in time.

"No... everything's okay" She reassured her, pocketing her phone, "Stiles, he uh... after Jackson he kinda... disappeared" She admitted as Lydia raised her eyebrows in shock, "But they found him and he's okay so..."

"You... you stared here with me when Stiles was missing?" Lydia asked in shock and Kayla just nodded because Lydia needed comfort... of course she would.

"Go" Lydia gave her a small smile, "I'm fine... well, I will be" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows – because she couldn't live with herself if she left and something happened, "Please go before I kick you out myself" And Kayla smiled gratefully.

"Only if you're sure" She bargained and Lydia pointed to the door threatening, "I am now go... and I hope he's okay" And Kayla just smiled, bending down to give Lydia a grateful hug.

"If you need anything don't hesitate to call, okay?" She asked and felt Lydia nodding, "I don't care how small it is, even if it's for a hot chocolate I want you to call okay?" And Lydia nodded again, "I mean it Lyd"

"I will" She vowed.

"Good" Kayla answered, tucking some hair behind Lydia's ear, "I'll be back soon, don't think you're getting rid of me that easily" And Lydia just pushed her away gently, the clear indication being 'just go and see Stiles'.

"I don't doubt that for one second" Lydia smiled as Kayla pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing from the room and fleeing down the stairs, almost tripping over her own two feet in her haste to just see Stiles again even if it had only been a few hours.

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><p>To say she broke the speed limit would be a total understatement.<p>

She ran two red lights, almost hit a cat (oops!) and almost totalled her car a grand total of five times but she skidded into the Stilinski's parking place unijured and in one piece (which she was thankful for)

The door was open and she bit her lip, flying up the stairs as she came to Stiles' bedroom, an anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach because when Isaac said 'beat up' what did he mean? Was it that bad? Did he need to go to the hospital? What?

She chapped on the door a few times before the wait got too long and she just threw the door open, looking around quickly and her eyes settled on Stiles standing near his desk, his face a bit bruised and bloody but other than that he looked... okay.

"Stiles" She breathed out, never so happy to see anyone in her life as she ran forward, jumping into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Oh my god... you're okay" She murmured against the skin of his neck, feeling tears pool up in her eyes as his arms came around her waist, "Thank god you're okay"

"I'm fine" He replied softly and Kayla pulled back, fingers softly dancing across his cheeks as she suddenly, but very gently, pulled his face forward and crashed her lips to his in the heat of the moment, knowing that he was okay but needing to feel it, needing to show him how happy she was he was here, walking, talking, the whole nine yards, because the thoughts that had assaulted her over the past few hours were ones of nightmares.

Her hands moved sideways to rest on the sides of his neck as her lips moved over his with passion and intensity making her toes tingle and her head feel faint, especially so when she felt Stiles' hands glide over her back and tangle themselves in her no doubt chaotic and knotty hair, securing them both together.

And relieved would be a severe understatement.

It was amazing how just one thing, one event, could change everything and put everything into perspective – before she was almost pushing Stiles away, too stuck in the past to care about the future but now... now she realised how stupid she was being – especially if Stiles wasn't okay and he never got away from Gerard's grasp what would she do then? The last words they spoke to each other was Kayla basically saying that she didn't want to be with him because her emotions were fucked up and Stiles feeling uber guilty for something that was so not his fault.

Kayla pulled back, watching as Stiles let his eyes flicker open, as if he was still in shock over what happened, "I love you" She said out of nowhere, her hands still resting on his neck, "I love you so much it hurts" And Stiles raised his eyebrows, looking down at her like he was checking he was hearing her right, "I've been so stupid Stiles... all I want is for things to go back to normal, to being us again" And Stiles gave a slow nod, like he was agreeing with her, "I don't wanna lose you, again... ever, never again" She shook her head, starting to get slightly hysterical, "Never ever Stiles... promise me?" She asked meekly and Stiles' lip quirked at one side as he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes lighting up.

"I promise" He whispered and that was all Kayla needed to hear in that moment, "I love you too" He added softly and okay, maybe not the 'only' thing because those three words were like the cherry on top as she broke out into a tearful smile, pulling Stiles back to her quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.

"Kaylz... ribs..." And she chuckled but pulled back, wincing slightly as she placed a hand over his ribs, wishing she could take away his pain.

"Does it hurt?" She asked quietly, gliding her hand down before pulling his lacrosse top up, placing her warm palm over the bruised area, frowning at the thought of how he got these bruises, anger burning bright in her veins.

Stiles moved his hand down to rest atop her own, intertwining their fingers together making her look up at him, "The romantic answer would be 'no, not that you're here' but truthfully?..._Yeah_" He admitted and Kayla chuckled, glad he hadn't lost his sense of humour.

She raised her free hand, brushing it across the scrape on his cheek, biting her lip as she recognised the bruises all over his face from a fist and it took all her willpower to not think about tearing Gerard apart limb from limb.

"Gerard?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer and Stiles just nodded and Kayla's muscles clenched, knowing that when she came face to face with him again she would go all 'muhammad ali' on his ass and no one could stop her.

"I'll kill him for this" She said quietly, feeling her cheeks flush with anger, "No one hurts you and gets away with it" And she felt Stiles grasp her two hands, trying to keep her calm.

"Kaylz, baby... I'm fine" He smiled lightly, trying to reassure her, "Bruises heal"

"Not the kind of bruises I'll give him" She seethed, shaking her head, "How does he get away with everything?"

"He won't Kaylz... try and think clearly okay?" He asked delicately, his face open and thoughtful, "I'm not letting him hurt you and if that means getting a few more bruises then it's a win in my book" He told her, tilting her chin up with one hand, "We'll deal with it, like we always do"

"But-"

"No but's" He placed a finger over her lips gently, "I don't want to lose you again" And with that he gave her a small smile, "I love you too damn much" And with that he pressed his slightly chapped and bruised lips to hers and Kayla's anger was practically non existent at the feel of him but it was only a matter of time before it came back – full throttle.

**A/N) AHHHHHHH, I dont even know what to feel ha – sneak peek for next chapter – ALLISON AND KAYLA CONFRONTATION ha, sooo looking forward to that and lots more juicy stuff so please please review, they mean the world and help me rattle out chapters ha – see ya next time, leave your thoughts below :) x**


	95. Chapter 95 - Brian's revenge

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"Stiles, _sit still_" Kayla exclaimed, trying to hold back laughter, "I'm trying to do it gently" She said softly as she dabbed the alcoholic antiseptic wipe on the scrape of his cheek, the palm of her other hand holding his other cheek, trying to keep the squirming boy still.

"But it hurts" He practically whined in a pitiful voice, "And stings too"

"It's supposed to" She smiled, tilting his head to the side as she cleaned up the wound some more, "That means it's working" She added, furrowing her eyebrows, anger still boiling in the pit of her stomach because the red welt scrape looked so unnatural on his pale skin because it seemed impossible that anybody would willingly hurt Stiles... it made no sense to her, whoever would want to obviously had no conscience.

He must have realised how absorbed in her thoughts she was because she had stopped poking at the wound, her eyes getting this faraway look in them as he slowly turned his head back around, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Kaylz... what's wrong?" He asked in a quiet voice, "You have that empty look on your face again, what's going on inside that head of yours?" And she snapped her gaze back to his, green eyes clashing with his warm brown ones.

She just settled in shaking her head, her gentle fingers trailing across his cheekbone and down over his lips, tracing the dark red cut on his lower lip, feeling the chapped and calloused skin there.

"You just weren't supposed to get hurt is all" She whispered softly, her eyes glued to the shape of his lips and the slight pouting effect that was on them, "It's just... it's made me realise that you are breakable... you're not invincible" She murmured, feeling guilty at the state he was in, knowing it was partly her fault for putting him in this situation.

"Of course I'm invincible" He joked light-heartedly, "I'm Robin remember – Batman's sidekick can't die, it's like an unspoken rule" And Kayla just gave him a small smile at his attempt to convince her that he really was okay but it would take an awful lot more than that to put her mind at rest.

"Except he does die... multiple times" She pointed out as Stiles just gaped before letting a small smile curve his lips at her comic book knowledge.

"Stiles, look... Jackson's dead" Kayla opened with, finally meeting his gaze, "Allison is with Gerard, Peter is back and is probably interfering with things, Derek has no clue what to do and Lydia is broken... I don't know if she'll get over this"

"Lydia's strong" Stiles told her adamantly, "She'll be fine after a bit of time and as for Allison, well... hopefully she'll see that what she's doing is wrong and she'll come around"

"Gerard just has her twisted around his little finger though" She sighed, rubbing at her temples, trying to get rid of the headache forming, "He's using the death of her mom against her and she's putty in his hands... I honestly think that given the choice she wouldn't hesitate in pumping us full of arrows"

"Allison is your best friend... no matter if you're a Hale or a werewolf or a supernatural creature... she won't hurt you, just like she wont hurt Scott" And Kayla doubted Stiles' statement – Allison was her best friend, sure, but that was before her mom died and the whole supernatural world had ruined her life... why wouldn't she want rid of them? It made sense.

"Yeah well... we'll just have to wait and see" Kayla summarised, staring at Stiles dead in the eye, "But that's not our only problem"

"Oh god... what now?" Stiles asked, his voice laced in dread, "Don't tell me there's now flying monkeys and killer clowns roaming Beacon Hills is there?" And Kayla just smiled briefly, glad that things were almost back to normal between them – there was no awkwardness, no skirting around each other and no careful talk, it was just complete openness and Kayla forgot how much she missed that.

"Unfortunately not though that would be a better option" She pointed out, blowing out a loud breath, "It's just... at the game I saw... I saw... um-" She didn't exactly know how to phrase it – how could she phrase that the person they all thought was dead actually wasn't but was some funky supernatural creature that hated them and hated Gerard and seemed to want them all to burn in hell? Yeah... not so easy.

"Saw... what?" He asked cautiously, eyes wide and curious and Kayla leaned forward, taking ahold of one of his hands before he lost his shit or went berserk.

"I saw Brian... dead-Brian... well, supposed-to-be-dead-Brian, he wasn't very dead looking to me what with the super human strength and threatening comments" She ranted and watched as Stiles' eyes went even wider, warm brown eyes bugging from their sockets as he stared at her like she was talking some crazy foreign language.

"No... no" Stiles stated, "It's impossible... _No_"

"Yes" Kayla disagreed, "It was him and he was very pissed off"

"No" Stiles emphasised again, shaking his head, "No way"

"Yes way" Kayla sighed again, "And he's working with Gerard... or was, who knows – either way he sounds like he wants us all roasted over the fire so..."

"I don't think I can deal with another ex" He muttered quietly, almost to himself and the look on his face was priceless – it was caught between the look of a small boy getting socks for Christmas and a sort of frenzied panic look.

"Stiles... I tell you one of our enemies has somehow miraculously returned from the dead, intending to kill us all and you're worried that I went on one date with him?" She exclaimed in shock before a smile tugged at her lips, "But if it's any consolation it was a really sucky date" She nudged his arm, trying to cheer him up.

"My dates are better" He pointed out, almost like it was a competition, "Way better... they are right?" He then added doubtfully, like he was second guessing himself.

She chuckled in amusement, "Yes Stiles"

"Okay well...it's just another bump in the road" Stiles shrugged, "Okay, a rather big bump but we'll be fine, Brian can't do anything"

"Stiles... I killed his parents" She muttered quietly, keeping her voice down just in case anyone was listening in and spoke up before Stiles could protest, "He's some mysterious supernatural creature that I've never heard of... he wants revenge" And Stiles just looked at her softly, his features gentle.

"I won't let him hurt you" he vowed and Kayla felt touched by his concern.

"It's not me I'm worried about" She pointed out, "It's you, It's Derek, It's Lydia... it's everyone else that has been dragged into this shit, and what if _this_-" She pointed to his cheek that had the rather nasty scrape on it, "-happens again but worse? What if he..." She trailed off, not wanting to think of all the possibilities, "What if he really hurts you?"

"He won't" Stiles disagreed, "Stop panicking, everything will be fine"

"Like how everything is fine now?" She asked dubiously, "Like how Lydia is fine and Allison is fine, how Isaac is fine with his life falling apart around him, like Derek is fine with loosing his pack? That kind of fine?" And Stiles just sighed loudly, beginning to look depressed.

"Kaylz-"

"I'm serious Stiles" She exclaimed, "Boyd and Erica are getting tortured and we're here just-" But he abruptly cut her off by pulling her forward and slamming his lips to hers, probably deducting that was the only way to shut her up. And it worked – Kayla's mind went blank momentarily, blocking out all those depressing thoughts as Stiles' lips worked their way over hers with intensity and longing.

When he pulled back, raising his eyebrows at her she was completely in awe, her rant stopped.

"Trust me... it'll all work out in the end – it's me that's supposed to be the pessimist out of us" He pointed out with a brief smile, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze, "Derek and Scott will no doubt come up with some awesome plan and save the world"

"Maybe you're right" She whispered, feeling calm around him but the worry was still boiling in the pit of her stomach and spreading throughout her veins.

She gazed into his eyes, loosing herself in those endless warm pits of colour until she was snapped from her daydream by her phone shrilly bleating out the tune of 'thriller' and Stiles jumped about a foot in the air in shock.

"Hello?" Kayla asked through the phone, shaking herself from her thoughts.

"Hey" Isaac chirped through the line, "Listen... we need you to meet us at the hospital, well, more specifically the mortuary" And Kayla felt her eyebrows furrowing.

"... Why... what's gone wrong?" She asked cautiously and Stiles must've felt her worry because he leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on her knee.

"Everything" Isaac commented, "Apparently Jackson's body is... doing stuff"

"His body is doing stuff?" She asked in confusion, "As in normal dead-body-doing-stuff like a death erection or spontaneous movement, because you do know that is just rigor mortis setting in right?" And the silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

"I'm not even gonna ask you how you know that Hale" He commented, sounding mildly disturbed... okay, a lot disturbed, whatever, "Just get your ass down here pronto"

"Okay okay, don't get your knickers in a twist... gimme ten minutes" And with that she clicked the phone off and looked at Stiles, watching as he just raised his eyebrows as if to say 'what the hell is going on?'

"That was Isaac...apparently something's happening with Jackson so they want me to go around" And Stiles just nodded, like he was agreeing with that statement – something she didn't think he would do straight away.

"Of course... you're more needed over there than here now that you patched me up" And Kayla looked at him like he had two heads.

"So... you're, y'know, okay with me hanging out with Isaac now?" She asked because she had to be sure, "It doesn't make you feel-"

"-Jealous?" He finished her sentence for her, "A little... but it's not like he loves you or anything" He waved his hand in front of him, pffting, and Kayla just bit the side of her lip as she thought back to earlier that night, knowing that this would just put the whole situation back to square one.

"Wait a minute... why are you looking like that?" Stiles asked curiously and Kayla straightened out her expression, plastering a smile on her face.

"Like what? I'm not looking like anything"

"You're looking like you know something I don't" He pointed out and Kayla just stared at him, looking at him obviously and finally she saw the lightbulb go off in his head.

"No way" He whispered in shock, "No frigging way... but you said... and I thought... _he loves you?_" He screeched and Kayla shushed him before she lost all ability to hear.

"No" She reassured him, "At least... I don't think so" She added uncertainly and rushed to explain when he saw his cheeks go red, "He's just confused is all... give it a bit of time?" She added softly, stroking the side of his cheek, "After all this shit is over I'll find him a nice girlfriend because I'm pretty sure he's just a sexually frustrated teenage boy so find your chill okay?" She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "Keep your chill intact"

"My chill is nowhere near intact" He disagreed, "Kaylz-"

"Stiles... can this wait?" She asked, giving him a comforting smile, "Kinda life or death situation we got going on here" And he looked at her like she was crazy before relaxing his expression and giving her a rather reluctant nod.

"Yeah... I guess" He muttered, looking slightly crestfallen so Kayla clung to the back of his neck, pulling him forward to press a loving kiss to his lips, trying to put his mind at rest.

"We'll talk after but for now just... stay safe okay?" She asked him gently, "If anything happens then call" And he gave her a smile, nodding his head.

"I could say the same for you too Kaylz" He quirked his lip, "But, seriously, go Batwoman... go save the world" And she just nodded, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before standing up, slinging on her thin cardigan and walking quickly to the door.

But just as she put her hand on the door knob she turned around, meeting Stiles' gaze as he watched her go and she felt her heart expand at the cute yet lost look plastered over his face.

"I love you" She told him and judging by his expression that was something he wasn't expecting her to say and no bloody wonder – she had said it three times in one day, that had got to be like a record – before it was lucky if she said it three times a months – cynical, but true.

"Love you more" He replied back, his voice so soft and caring Kayla couldn't help the small smile that pulled at her lips, her heart warming at the sound of those words, so so so glad that they had managed to work things out now compared to the last couple of weeks.

"Impossible" She whispered, giving him a fleeting smile before disappearing down the stairs, trying to get her brain out of 'love' mode and straight into 'fight' mode because that was what she needed to do right now... she needed to help stop Gerard... she needed to make sure everyone was okay.

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><p>She raced down the road in her car, anxiously looking at the clock because they were running out of time... there was never enough time in the day to manage to do everything and Kayla's heart beat wildly in her chest at the thought of not getting there in time, to finding themselves in bigger shit by the time she got there.<p>

'Thriller' started blaring out of her phone again, alerting her to the fact she was getting a phone call. Not slowing down, she manoeuvred her phone out of her jeans pocket and saw Allison's smiling face grinning up at her and a feeling of bitterness settled itself in Kayla's stomach.

"What?" She bit out, aggravated, too mad right now to care she was chewing out her friend, "Mad that one of your prisoners got out?"

"For god sake Kayla, is Gerard not allowed to defend himself?" And Kayla chuckled ironically because Gerard would always have the upper hand and the fact that Allison couldn't see that made her want to slap her.

"I can't believe you Ally" She raved, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I lost my mom" Allison snapped back, her voice hard and unwavering, "What's your excuse?" and Kayla momentarily looked away from the road, scoffing down the phone.

"My excuse is that you and your crazy ass family actually find it normal to torture people" Kayla told her sternly, gripping the steering wheel for dear life to try and control her temper – she just had to remember this wasn't Allison, once she was over her raw grief she would regret all of this, she had to believe that.

"Werewolves... _not_ people" Allison's voice drifted through the line and that angered Kayla.

"Oh don't you fucking start with that" Kayla was livid, beyond livid, furious even, "You never had a problem with that before so why do you now? Oh, _that's right_" She commented sarcastically, "Because Gerard is using you... why can't you see that? He never bothered with you for the first seventeen years of your life and now he would do anything for you? No, I don't think so"

"You know nothing Kayla" Allison sounded just as furious, "I could tell them you know? Gerard and my dad... I could tell them how you murdered Brian's parents... or how about I just go straight to the sheriff?" And she sounded so... vindictive, not the usual calm and sincere Allison.

Kayla's heart dropped, her eyes drifting away from the road, her foot hitting the gas pedal as she speeded down the empty road... doing thirty, then forty, fifty, sixty... Allison was making her feel scared, nervous and furious that she didn't have the capacity to focus on her surroundings just now.

"Do you really hate me that much?" Kayla demanded and Allison replied quickly, like she already had the answer prepared, "I just want Derek... and I know you know where he is – tell me and I'll keep your secret" And Kayla bit the inside of her cheek, quickly turning the steering wheel as she rounded a corner.

"Not in a million years" Kayla said in a deadly voice, "So do what you gotta do Ally – continue this insane road of revenge but just know that there's no coming back from it" She warned because she didn't want Allison to turn out like Kate or Gerard, she had so much potential if she were to just see past her pain and grief for _five fricking minutes._

"I don't want to-_Kayla_?" She abruptly cut her sentence short as Kayla let out a small screech, dropping the cell phone to the car floor as the bright headlights clashed with a lone figure suddenly standing in the middle of the road and she yanked the steering wheel to the side, the tires screeching loudly as the car spun around on the road, desperately trying to keep a grip on the tarmac as the wheels burned, the tires smoking.

Somehow, like a miracle, Kayla managed to control the car from not turning over and probably killing her in the process but it sure as hell scared the shit out of her. She felt her heart racing, her stomach in her throat as she looked around wildly, hair askew, a nervous sweat covering her skin.

"Kayla? Kayla?" Allison's faint voice drifted through the phone, "What are you doing? If this is just some coy to-" But before Kayla could get to grips with what the actual fudge had just happened her car door was suddenly thrown open and by the time she got her bearings she was shoved back against the car frame, her back screaming in protest.

"You killed my parents?" An angry voice demanded and Kayla recognised exactly who it was and oh shit... no seriously, _oh shit_... she was in the middle of a dark endless road with no back up, no weapons, her mind had turned to mush and the fact that Brian was seriously juiced up on something that he seemed almost invincible was just like the cherry on top.

Before she could get to grips with her bearings Brian had grabbed a fistful of her top, spinning her around and punching her so hard that her brain went black for second, head spinning because whatever the hell he was, supernatural related, he sure was strong... stronger than a werewolf even, she felt the pure raw power he possessed and knew he could beat her to a bloody pulp in two minutes flat if he wanted to.

She tumbled to the hard ground below, jaw screaming in agony as Brian loomed down delivering punch after punch, his large hands hauling her to her feet and kicking her back into her car and Kayla screwed her eyes shut as pain assaulted her torso, her insides feeling like they were on fire as she slid down her car, an arm winding around her ribs.

"You don't deserve to get away with that" He growled, hovering over her as he bent down, his eyes pure black, pure evil, and a feeling of numbing fear and doubt spread through her veins when her bright green eyes clashed with his hollow pits. Brian's hand came to rest on her leg, his fingers dancing up her shin and across her knee before finally settling on her thigh, eyes glinting dangerously.

"What is it with Hales and ruining people's lives?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as Kayla watched him carefully, her heart hammering in her chest because she was actually scared – yes she hated to admit that but before she thought they could deal with Brian, he sounded like he just wanted to use them as pawns in his game but now? Now he looked murderous and Kayla already felt weakened, her lip split, head spinning wildly.

"I didn't... It was an accident" Kayla told him truthfully, "Th-They took my cousin..." And winced when his grip tightened around her thigh, fingers digging into the skin.

"And then you _murdered_ them" He spat and she flinched, breathing heavily.

"And I feel bad about it _every_ single day" She shouted back desperately, trying to make him come around to her way of thinking even though it was damn near impossible, "Not a day goes by I don't regret it... wish that I could take things back" She blinked away the tears, "Wish that I didn't have their blood on my hands... pray that the nightmares will go away but I'm trying... I'm trying to make things right" She added tearfully, meeting his cold gaze, "I'm really sorry Brian" She added sincerely because no matter what he is they were still his parents and Kayla knew how that felt – she felt an intense hatred and undeniable anger at the people that murdered her dad and brother, that didn't just magically go away.

"Sorry doesn't bring them back" He growled, his voice turning deep and menacing, raising his other hand to rest on her thigh as he twisted her leg to the side slightly, his strong hands keeping her in place, "Sorry is just words Hale" And Kayla flinched, lashing out with her arm to try and stop him but all he did was backhand her, making stars appear in her vision.

"_**Sorry**_ is meaningless" He screamed and whilst she was in a daze his hands pushed down on her thigh and the pain that followed next was unbelievable. Now any normal person could not break a bone just by adding pressure to said area but Brian was different, Brian was uber strong. And she, right now, was uber weak. Her whole thigh burned and she didn't even know how to describe the pain – it was a combination between mind splitting electric shocks running up and down her leg and white hot spikes prodding her bone that Kayla actually felt break, the bones crunching together. The pain was intense and all-consuming making her scream... _loudly_.

She couldn't help it, she just had to. Her bones were strong and they required an awful lot of force to break which was why, when Brian twisted her leg and manipulated her bone into splitting, it hurt _so damn much._

Her scream was cut short by a choked sob emanating from her throat, her hands immediately landing on the pained area as if to soothe it and she felt sickened by the way her thigh bone was now positioned in, her hand feeling the normal straight bone twisted. Twisted so much it broke through her skin and blood poured out making her feel light headed and dizzy.

"_Sorry_ doesn't come close Hale" He shouted at her but Kayla was in too much pain to register his voice, her thoughts solely focused on trying to push the white hot pain away, pleading with anyone, anything, to just make it stop.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she slumped down even more, her hand trying to keep her thigh protected as she already felt it swelling under her fingertips.

Brian let out a psychotic chuckle, pushing himself up as if he were pleased with what he had done.

"I was wanting Gerard to suffer... but _this_-" He smiled down at her, "-_this_ takes the prize Hale" He kicked her with his foot so she slumped sideways, biting her lip to hold in the screams of complete and utter agony as he opened her car door, grabbing the keys and throwing them as far away as he could into the woods, making sure she couldn't escape.

"Guess you don't need them" He muttered, smirking, bending down and lifting her phone up and Kayla prayed that Allison hadn't cut off the phone call in anger, thinking it was just a trick to earn sympathy, hoping that her friend would get help but her hopes were crushed as Brian knelt next to her, holding up her cell.

"Looks like Miss rebellious really does hate you after all" He smiled and Kayla's face crumpled like tissue paper because Allison _really_ did – she didn't even wait to double check before ending the call and her heart cried out in pain just like the rest of her body.

"I mean... who doesn't?" He tilted her chin up so she had to meet his endless black gaze, "Who's here to help you when you need it? Oh, that's right, no one" He sent her a faux sympathetic stare, "They're all too _busy_" He scoffed lightly as Kayla mustered up all her energy and flinched away from his grasp, feeling sick to the stomach by his touch.

"Feisty little thing aren't we?" He glared so fiercely it sent tingles up her spine, "Pity that won't help you" He stood up, towering over her and Kayla felt completely useless – she couldn't move, her leg was pretty much useless and it took all her energy to hold herself up against the car, especially considering she felt her warm blood sliding down her bare leg and knew this was serious.

"Go to hell Brian" She spat, her voice wavering, knowing that she may as well rip him a new one because what else could he do to her? Nothing, she already felt like she was in a pit of boiling hot water, "You want to punish me? Fine... but if the last thing I have to hear is you prattling on about your dead parents then I may just end it myself" She clenched her hands, biting the inside of her cheeks as she felt the fire spread from her thigh to the rest of her body making her head spin dangerously.

He glared at her, raising his arm again like he was going to strike her but midway he changed his mind, a blood tingling smirk dancing across his lips.

"No... I've changed my mind" He took a step back, like he was admiring his handiwork, "I'm going to leave you here in unimaginable pain and see how long it takes for your so called friends to find you – how long do you think? Minutes? Hours? Days?" He chuckled as her heart sunk, "It's a pretty desolated road Hale... no one near to hear your screams" And for a moment, just a moment, Kayla's complete furious anger and hatred overrun her mind blowing pain and she jolted forward, wanting nothing more than to take her frustrations out on him but let out a small scream instead, her hands clinging to her bloodied thigh as the broken bone moved and the pain was so intense her breath got stuck in her throat.

And Brian had the nerve to laugh.

"Now Now Hale... save your energy" He sent her a dangerous look, "You're going to need it" And she briefly met his black stare, her skin getting washed in a nervous sweat as he turned around and walked away but to her it looked like he glided – her vision was getting foggy and starry, not able to focus on anything but his lone figure soon disappeared into the line of trees, leaving her well and truly alone.

And it was a terrifying feeling.

The pain was constantly at the front of her mind, her body internally screaming at the burning and red hot pain but right now, despite the fact her leg looked like something out of thriller, she was aching to know how her friends were – whether or not they cared about her she sure as hell cared for them and if Gerard did anything to hurt them... she shook her head, her hands slick with blood – no, it wasn't going to happen, it _couldn't_ happen and Kayla let out a dazed chuckle... she was almost going to say 'she wouldn't let it happen' but realised that was a useless promise, she couldn't bloody move for starters.

Kayla closed her eyes briefly, overcome with fatigue and sickness, leaning back against the car door as her hands held her bent thigh bone, trying to stop the bleeding – the bleeding wasn't serious... not yet anyway but the bone had to have torn some muscles and ligaments judging by the way it was prodding out at an unnatural angle.

Who knew something so simple could hurt so damn much?

She bit down on her tongue, holding in her screams of pain that she desperately wanted to let loose... if only to help with the searing pain but instead of screaming herself hoarse, using up energy she didn't have, she cried.

And never before had she felt so weak.

The sobs were all consuming and made her chest heave, tears dribbling off her chin. All she wanted to do was help her friends... be with Stiles... comfort Lydia... apologise to Allison... and instead she was sprawled out on the cold, rain covered tarmac, in the process of bleeding to death and holding a leg that was completely and utterly useless.

God, she was such a _fucking_ failure.

Every time she sucked in a deep breath her ribs protested angrily so she settled in taking quick shallow breaths, releasing the pressure off her ribs but the quick continuous intakes of air made her brain feel floaty and dizzy. Her jaw ached and knew she would definitely have bruises there... and everywhere probably.

The pain flared up in searing jabbing pains every time she breathed and even if she moved a little, slumping further to the ground, her thigh screamed in agony, the bone cutting through more flesh.

She sniffed loudly, head falling down to her chest, screwing her eyes shut to try and concentrate on anything but the pain – it was like a live wire, always active. She realised how clingy and stupid this sounded but Stiles was her anchor right? He could help keep her grounded and in control so she tried to regulate her breathing as all her memories of Stiles washed over her.

His laugh was like sunshine on a rainy day; his cheeky smile made her want to break out into a grin for no apparent reason; the way his deep brown eyes would gleam every time he found something to amuse him; how she had become so accustomed to his voice she could pick it out of a crowd of millions and how he made her feel so many things at once – complete happiness, utter love and so many feelings it was impossible to describe.

And she really did love him.

She imagined him sitting next to her, holding her hand and rubbing soothing circles on her back as he fumbled and stumbled over his words, trying to think of something comforting to say or something to make her laugh and the image was so clear in her head she was pretty sure she was hallucinating it.

But that image was washed away suddenly like a sandcastle getting crushed by the tides as a pair of bright headlights streamed down the road, blinding her and bringing her back to her senses and her pain.

What were the chances that someone was driving down this barren and almost non existent road this late at night? Kayla didn't know but she slowly raised her shaky bloody hand to cover her eyes, cringing as she felt her hip lock in place.

And as the mysterious car got closer Kayla had one obscene thought... that she really should have worn a bloody jacket. Her body starting shivering involuntarily, tears drying on her cheeks as she heard a car door slam shut and a confused voice floating to her ears.

"Kayla?" And she strained her eyes, seeing nothing but a blackened silhouette, "Oh my god... sweetheart, can you hear me?" The voice asked in desperation, racing over and she knew that voice... she knew she knew it, but who did it belong to?

"Wha..." She muttered in a croaky voice, "W-W-Who..." And she coughed, clearing her throat.

"Don't worry honey, you're going to be fine" And Kayla finally opened her eyes, blinking as a familiar face floated into her vision.

"S-Sheriff?" She muttered quietly, "H-How-"

"It's me sweetheart" He confirmed, "But don't try and talk, stay still" He told her gently and she just blinked in confusion, head bobbing up and down in tiredness, slowly beginning to lose whatever sanity she had left, slowly letting the pain and fatigue take over.

The sheriff raised his radio to his lips, a gentle hand grasping Kayla's to show that she wasn't alone any more, feeling a level of desperation that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I need an ambulance _immediately_ to be sent to old oak's road, a couple of miles down" He demanded and it didn't take long for one of his deputies, Gary, to reply, his voice crackling to life.

"It's on it's way sheriff" He replied just as quickly, "What's the emergency?" And the sheriff glanced down, wincing, feeling sick to the stomach as he saw Kayla's left leg twisted to the side and the femur bone completely broken, snapped even, producing through the skin, blood flowing down her leg.

And the sheriff had seen a lot of things over the years but he had never seen a bone so broken it actually pierced the skin.

"A femoral open fracture" he relayed, stripping off his thick jacket and draping it over the young girl he had grown to care about dearly, "Blood loss, bruising, maybe internal bleeding?" And the more he assessed her the more he felt his stomach churning, "Just tell them to hurry the hell up" He demanded, losing his façade slightly as he dropped the radio to the ground, his hand slinking around Kayla's neck, rousing her from her fatigued state.

"Kayla, honey, I need you to stay awake for me" He told her softly, holding her head up, "Help is on the way" He vowed and watched as she peeled her eyes open, eyes bloodshot and droopy.

"I can... al-always count o-on the S-Stilinski's" She whispered, loosing her voice and the sheriff smiled lightly, his fingers brushing away some of her wild hair away from her sweaty skin, his heart racing in worry as her usual light tanned skin had turned a sickly white colour, beads of perspiration running down her skin and, to be quite frank, she looked awful.

"Everything's going to be fine" He promised her, "You're a tough cookie" He added, having to hold her head up before she passed out and he watched as her eyes started glazing over, trying to focus on him.

"Sh-Sheriff?" She whispered and he leaned down, pulling his jacket up to her chin.

"Yes honey?" And he gave her another brief once over – her body was limp and she looked completely out of it.

"I... I really d-do l-love your s-s-son" Her voice sounded broken and crackly and she was looking up at him in desperation, like she needed to get that point across, like she needed him to believe her and he did – wholeheartedly

"I know" He soothed, "Now just relax... the ambulance is coming" But she winced loudly, her hand gripping at her thigh and he pulled back, looking down at her bare leg, watching as Kayla's shaky fingers ran across the slick blood and white bone and he let out a sound of warning, pulling away her hand before she injured herself even more.

"I-I can't feel it" She whispered and the sheriff watched, alarmed, as her green eyes peered up at him like she was begging him to stay, to not leave her, "Sh-Sheriff... why c-can't I feel my l-leg?" And the sheriff wasn't used to her sounding so... fragile and desperate.

And the sheriff felt pure raw panic – he was no doctor but an open fracture was bad - that was putting it lightly - and he cringed as he rested a hand on her knee, looking closer at her thigh bone. More blood was dripping to the tarmac below and he knew if they didn't get her out of here _now_ then she would lose too much blood and he was not letting her die, no way in hell was that happening on his watch.

But he was saved from answering that difficult question as he heard sirens blaring loudly in the distance and looked up quickly, just about to stand up and wave the ambulance over but was surprised when Kayla's weak and bloodied hand reached out and gripped at his hand in desperation, keeping him in place.

"D-Don't go" She pleaded, eyes wide and terrified, "P-P-Please d-don't l-leave me" And the way her voice broke at the end of her sentence really got to him – he saw how petrified she was at getting left alone again, how much pain she was in and the sheriff softened, taking a hold of her hand in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand as he wiped at her cheeks, drying her tear stained skin before tucking some unruly hair behind her ear.

"I won't" He vowed again, giving her a small smile "I won't leave you honey" And he fully meant it, he would stay right by her side for as long as she needed him.

**A/N) Phewwwww another chapter, eeeeeeeek, i'm so excited to write a bit about the summer vacation time and then start the new story omg ha – and yes, i'm super excited for the 'motel California' episode ahahaha – so please please review you awesome people, they are so inspiring, and I shall update before Xmas if you're all good haha, see you next time x :)**


	96. Chapter 96 - Code red

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The sheriff looked away for one moment, one moment just to check that the ambulance had in fact seen them, but when he turned back Kayla's head had slumped forward, chin resting on her chest and the sheriff went wide eyed, hands turning clammy with worry.

"Kayla? Kayla?" He asked gently, tilting her head back up and gently tapping her cheek, "C'mon kiddo... wake up" He urged, desperation laced in his voice, "Kayla" He said more sharply, eyes glinting with worry and he let out a sigh of relief when her eyes slowly peeled open, bright green gaze trying to focus on him.

"T'red" She slurred as the sheriff gently held the sides of her face, trying to keep her upright, his heart tearing in two at how she was shaking underneath his touch, skin slick with sweat and at how pale she had gotten, hell she looked almost eerily translucent it made his heart beat wildly with worry.

"I know" He muttered sympathetically and knowingly, "But just stay awake a little while longer okay? Do you think you can do that for me honey?" He whispered gently and watched carefully as Kayla lifted her head up slightly yet with a hell of a lot of determination, eyes droopy and almost hollow looking.

"S-Sure" She whispered, voice scratchy and weak, "It... It w-will take a lot m-more than a... a broken l-leg to k-keep me down" And he let out a light chuckle at that thought because he knew that was true, he couldn't pin point it but he knew there was something different about her, something that made her tick in ways normal people couldn't. Yet he didn't point out that it was, in fact, more than a 'broken leg' – he didn't want to dwell on the thought but the amount of damage done could be so drastic that she might not be able to walk for months.

"Like I said – tough cookie" He whispered, a hand softly stroking her damp hair as he heard the ambulance skid to a stop on the wet tarmac, it's lights gleaming at them as if they were on the spotlight and the sheriff screwed his eyes against the rain that was now falling on them, water dripping down his face creating a really sombre scene.

"Sheriff Stilinski" One of the paramedics called out and the sheriff whipped around, hearing the familiar voice and recognised it as belonging to Tony, class A paramedic, been in the medical field for well over thirty years and his partner – Juliet, nice woman, quick on the ball, her young face was free from make up and they both raced over, kits in hand.

"What's the diagnosis?" Tony asked and the sheriff leaned backwards, allowing them to drop to their knees beside Kayla, examining her.

"Open fracture of the femur, extensive bleeding, losing consciousness, possible hypovolemic shock" He reeled off, running a hand down his face in worry as he watched Kayla's eyes close again, going limp against her car, "Can you help her?"

"Juliet, we're gonna need the thigh brace from the ambulance" Tony ordered and Juliet nodded, her athletic figure disappearing towards the ambulance, "And of course... but the faster we act the better" Tony directed that sentence towards the sheriff, "You know this kid?" And the sheriff bit his lip, stomach churning with worry as he just nodded because it was never easy finding someone in this state, even a complete stranger, but it got even harder if the victim was someone he knew and had emotional ties to.

"Yeah... Kayla Hale" He replied, meeting Tony's concerned gaze, "She's my son's girlfriend" He answered and as soon as he said those words his eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest – oh god... Stiles. Stiles who was god knows where doing god knows what. Stiles who would be out of his mind with worry. Stiles who he knew would want to be here, would want to know about this.

"I'm sorry" Tony muttered as Juliet raced back, a large black brace in her grasp.

"Okay so we have an open fracture of the femur" Tony told Juliet as he leaned down, looking closely at Kayla's leg, "Left femur bone completely broken, possibility of multiple fractures judging by the level of bruising and swelling... dislocated left patella and the femoral artery has been severed by the bone" And the sheriff gaped – oh god... he didn't realise it was that bad, "Juliet pass the gauze, we need to stench the blood flow" And the sheriff watched as Tony applied some gauze to the area, pressing down tightly and Kayla jolted, her face screwing up in pain, mouth open in a silent scream.

"I know it hurts" He heard Juliet soothe, her hand gripping Kayla's, "But this will help with the pain" She applied a plastic face mask over Kayla's mouth who looked up in panic, "It's okay... it's gas and air, it'll help" She repeated and the sheriff watched on, conflicted, as Kayla relaxed slightly, her face loosing whatever little colour it had left.

"Possibility of nerve damage" Tony continued, "... Hey Kayla?" He called out lightly, his hand gently tapping Kayla's bare shin as she slowly met his gaze, "Can you feel this?" And Tony tapped his fingers across her shin and up her leg, stopping before he reached her knee which the sheriff now realised was in fact dislocated, knee cap completely dislodged to the side.

And the sheriff heard the underlining panic in Tony's voice – he heard it because it was the same tone of voice cops used when trying to reassure everyone that everything was okay, to keep everyone calm, when the situation was actually dire.

It seemed like an eternity as Kayla's bloodshot eyes focused on Tony before gliding to the Sheriff, green gaze starting to look completely and utterly terrified.

"N-No" She mumbled against the mask, her breaths quick and shallow, "N-No... w-what did y-you do?" She whispered, voice coming out as weak and completely exhausted and the sheriff shared a panicked stare with Juliet.

"Nothing sweetheart, don't you worry about it" Tony replied, keeping his voice calm and collected, "Just keep breathing in the gas, it'll make you feel better, I promise" He vowed and the sheriff watched as Kayla just gave a tired nod, her rigid body going limp against the car.

"Juliet, help me with the brace" And the sheriff side-stepped, giving them some space to do their work as he blinked rapidly to clear his vision, the rain now pelting down upon all four of them, as if the clouds had just erupted creating torrential down pour.

"Now normally we would correct the patella by moving it back into place" Tony spoke up making the sheriff snap out of his thoughts, watching as the two paramedics ever so carefully lifted Kayla's leg up, placing the brace around it, "But if we do then that could cause more muscle damage... we're going to have to wait for the surgeon to fix it" And the sheriff bit his lip, taking a step forward as if on paternal instinct as he heard Kayla suck in a sharp intake of breath and the sheriff couldn't imagine the type of pain she was going through right now.

"Surgeon?" He asked, heart dropping to his stomach, "S-She's going to need surgery?" And, _oh my god,_ he didn't realise how bad it was... it was his job as a cop to think of every single scenario but surgery was a completely different matter – surgery was like the final resort.

"Yes" Tony confirmed, sounding like he, too, dreaded saying that, "Depending on how badly the bone is severed and in how many places, the surgeon will have to either insert a metal rod through the bone for stability or attach a metal external brace around the thigh, held together by screwing the pins into the bone and joint" And by this point the sheriff actually felt physically sick, there was no other words to describe it. His head swam and he started to feel dizzy, loosing the concentration he had managed to hold on to. It just made no sense to him – why did this happen? How did it happen? Why, out of everyone, did it have to be Kayla?

"Juliet, strap up that side" And the sheriff let his eyes drop to the scene on the ground, watching as the team expertly, yet very gently, tied the brace up so it was wrapped around Kayla almost like bubble wrap all the while Tony held the white gauze against the open wound which was very quickly turning bright red with blood.

"Be careful of the patella, if the leg bends any further then-" But suddenly Tony stopped speaking and the sheriff practically felt his worry and shock intensify as he leaned forward, tilting Kayla's head up like he was trying to clear her airwaves and the Sheriff now realised how downhill her breathing had gotten, how shallow and quick her breaths were, how her face was screwed up in pain every time she breathed, how her weak and bloodied hand was resting across her ribs like they were in pain and how her breathing actually sounded... watery? Did that make sense? It sounded like the air she was inhaling and exhaling weren't flowing properly, like it was escaping or getting stuck somewhere.

And the sheriff felt himself go pale. Tony pressed his fingers to Kayla's neck, feeling her pulse before lifting her limp arm and double checking the pulse on the inside of her wrist. He then watched on in terror as Tony lifted up Kayla's shirt and felt his eyes go wide at the bruises that littered her smooth torso.

"We have fractured ribs and a punctured lung" Tony called out urgently before turning to Juliet, "This kid needs to get to the hospital _now_" And without wasting any time they both lifted her up and placed her on the gurney and the sheriff expected Kayla to cry out in pain, to thrash about, to scream even, but the silence was deafening. At least screaming would mean she was coherent. Screaming would mean she wasn't passed out. Screaming would mean something a lot better than _not_ screaming and looking dead.

"Sheriff... you coming?" Tony called out over his shoulder desperately as they wheeled Kayla towards the ambulance "We don't have a lot of time so if you are it better be now" And the sheriff shook his head slowly, trying to get to grips with himself because he couldn't lose it now... not when Kayla needed him the most.

"Yes... yes" He answered quickly because he made a promise to her that he wasn't going to leave her and he sure as hell wasn't going to break it now.

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><p>"I just... I can't believe it" Stiles heard Scott mutter as they trudged out of the warehouse, giving Lydia and the now-cured-not-a-kanima-but-werewolf-Jackson some privacy they obviously needed, "Did... did that just happen?" Scott asked, stopping walking and grabbing Stiles' arm, halting him in his footsteps, "Did we just win?"<p>

"We didn't just win, we also kicked a lot of ass and that, my friend, is definitely a victory in my book" He nudged Scott's arm, "And hey, none of us died – definite plus" And he finally got a smile from his best friend, a tired one but a smile none the less.

"You lot really need to lighten up" Stiles directed that part to the broody trio – otherwise known as Isaac, Derek and Peter, "You're looking like a bunch of kids egged your car" But he didn't get a smile from any of them, even peter who he thought would be quick on the ball to reply with something snarky and insulting.

"Sorry" Derek apologised, making Stiles raise his eyebrows in shock because since when did _Derek Hale_ ever apologise? "I just... I feel like something's not right"

"Ditto" Peter muttered, furrowing his eyebrows, "Just can't put my finger on it"

Isaac suddenly stopped walking, his eyes going wide in thought as he looked at them all in panic, "Kayla hasn't replied to any of my messages or calls and she should've been here just like she should've been at the mortuary... she wouldn't leave us in the lurch like that" And Stiles' blood ran cold, the victory he felt draining away.

"Wait... she didn't turn up at the hospital?" He asked in dread, looking at Isaac fearfully, "She left mine just after you called... said it was urgent..." He hoped Isaac was just joking, playing a really dumb trick on them but when his blue eyes just turned even more intense and fearful Stiles knew it was bad.

"She didn't show up" Isaac muttered and Stiles felt faint in the head, his limbs turning to jelly.

"Maybe she just got... delayed?" Scott suggested, obviously trying to look on the bright side of things but Stiles just sent him a fierce glare, "By what? Traffic?" Stiles shot back and then suddenly, like a light bulb going off, all the pieces just fell in place.

"Brian" He muttered, much to everyone's confusion, "Kayla... Kayla said she saw him... at the game" He explained, anxiety leaking out of every single pore of his body.

"As in... Brian who _he_ killed?" Isaac pointed at Peter who looked somewhat sheepish, "The same Brian who's parents Kayla ki-" But Stiles cut him off – it wasn't murder, it was self defence, it was an accident, it most definitely _wasn't_ murder.

"Brian's back" Stiles interrupted, gulping fearfully as he saw Derek go rigid, worry and concern flaring up in his eyes, "Oh god..." He muttered just as his phone starting ringing and without even looking at the caller ID, just praying and hoping to whatever god was out there that it was Kayla saying that she was fine and she just broke down or something, something as simple as that because by god did he really want to hear her voice right now.

"Hello? Kayla?" He rushed out, eyes going wide as everyone around him finally grasped how drastic this situation really was, their eyes turning fearful.

"Stiles, it's me" His dad greeted but his voice sounded... strained and anxious, something was definitely not right, "Listen to me very carefully son... I need you to call Jody, Derek, anyone and get down to the hospital, can you do that?" And Stiles' heart stopped for a moment, his worst fear slowly starting to become a reality.

"Why?" He asked fearfully, even though he knew 'why' but he was dreading the answer, "Dad... where's Kayla?" And judging by the brief silence on the other end Stiles knew it was something really bad.

"Dad... let me speak to Kayla" He practically demanded, fear evident in his voice, "Dad _please_" He explained wildly, his mind going through all the possible outcomes of this and his heart broke at the image.

"I can't" His dad replied back, sounding very worn down, "Stiles she... she can't talk right now just... get down there okay?" He practically pleaded, "Stiles please"

"But... what... what happened?" Stiles whispered, panic gripping at his heart, "What-"

"_Heart rate dropping" _Stiles heard a faint voice in the background, "_Stabilise the lung... f__emoral artery completely cut, we're losing a lot of blood" _And that voice was like something out of his worst nightmare.

"Stiles, I gotta go" His dad rushed out, "Meet us at the hospital"

"Dad wait... what's happening to Kayla?" But he got no reply, the only thing he got was complete and utter silence, "Dad? Dad?" Stiles called out in pure raw frenzied worry, "_Dad_?" But the line had gone dead.

"No... no this is not happening" Stiles muttered fearfully and angrily, gripping his phone tightly, "This is not happening again" And his eyes turned teary and glassy, his skin coming out in a nervous sweat.

Then, out of nowhere Derek had a fistful of his T-shirt, hauling him towards his car as Stiles stumbled to keep up with his strides, "We're going to the hospital" He announced but Stiles heard how his voice shook with worry and nervousness which was so unusual for him... usually he was stoic and hard headed it was like no one could pierce through that barrier he had built up, but Stiles knew he wasn't really like that – when it came to family Derek was just a bag of nerves.

But Stiles wasn't objecting – he was going to the hospital and that was final.

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><p>"Stiles" He heard his dad shout to him and whipped around in a frenzied panic, practically dragging Derek with him as Isaac and Scott stayed at the sidelines, his wide eyes looking his dad over, just to double check that he was okay.<p>

"What happened? What's going on?" Stiles asked desperately, gripping his dad's arms, "Dad please tell me she's okay" And his dad just looked at him crestfallen, "Dad..." He pleaded, his bottom lip quivering.

"I don't know" And those three words were like a knife to the heart, "I... they took her in for emergency surgery a few minutes ago" And Stiles felt his jaw go slack, hands shaking with the intensity of the emotions he was feeling.

"How bad?" Stiles faintly heard Derek whisper, looking at the sheriff pleadingly, "And please don't sugar-coat it... I need to know" And Stiles looked at Derek, saw how he was preparing himself for the worst and then to his dad who just stared back, looking deflated.

"Fractured femur bone" His dad admitted, "The bone... it, um... it broke the skin and caused the artery to rupture and there was a lot of... of blood loss" And Stiles felt his eyes filling up with tears as he finally noticed the blood stains on his dads' sleeves, "With a dislocated knee and some fractured ribs which caused her right lung to collapse... the rest I don't know, the doctor couldn't tell me anything else until he completes the surgery" And Stiles vaguely heard his dad's voice getting quieter and quieter as he dropped into a nearby plastic chair, posture slumped.

When did things start going downhill so fast? It seemed like everything bad always happened to them – like they were magnets for trouble or something. Stiles screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the pain that he was feeling. The pain stung his heart and made him feel light headed and physically sick, his mind not able to wrap itself around what was happening.

It just... it wasn't _fair_. None of this was _fair_. Why couldn't they get their happy ever after? Not that long ago he felt elated when Kayla kissed him, rushing out words about how much she loved him and wanted to be with him and he felt on top of the bloody world, like nothing could ruin his happiness.

But now it took a complete one eighty and Stiles felt his resolve crumbling away... leaving just a broken, shattered mess. He was so completely in love with her that not being able to do anything, not being able to help, was utterly soul crushing. She helped him, she patched up his wounds and comforted him when he had his nightmares and what could he do? Really? Whatever was happening in that operating room Stiles was oblivious to and he felt really crappy not doing anything, just sitting here waiting like he was useless – which he was.

He dug the heels of his palms into his eye sockets like he was trying to block out the pain, seeing stars, "It's all my fault" He muttered to himself, "All my fault" And he didn't expect anyone to hear him let alone reply.

"No it's not" A voice disagreed and Stiles looked up, his bleary eyes meeting bright blue ones, "Don't beat yourself up over this" And Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at Isaac, confused.

"You're not exactly my number one fan, I thought you'd be the first to jump on the bashing Stiles train" He told him, kind of wanting him to, knowing that it probably wouldn't make him feel worse than he already did.

Isaac shrugged, "She loves you" He said simply, "And I don't pretend to know her as well as you do but I know for sure she would slap you silly for blaming yourself when the only person you should be blaming is Brian" And Stiles started to look at Isaac in a different light than he had beforehand, "But if you wanna blame someone so badly then... then blame me... I called her away, didn't I? If I didn't SOS her then maybe she wouldn't be fighting for her life right?" And Stiles looked at Isaac closely, not seeing the cocky arrogant girlfriend stealing werewolf he had before, no, what he saw was a really broken guy who honestly looked completely and utterly lost.

"And if she could hear you right now you do know she would kill you for saying that?" Stiles asked gently and watched as Isaac smiled very lightly, eyes getting glazed over.

"Yeah, I know... which is something I definitely wouldn't want, that girl could kick my ass any day" And Stiles gave a small chuckle because that was definitely true, no doubt about that.

"Yeah... I know" Stiles agreed, getting sad again, his heart tearing in two, "Look... it's not you're fault... I know that you care too much about her to willingly put her in danger" He admitted despite how much it killed him to admit that, to acknowledge such a thing, but in comparison to his girlfriend fighting for her life in surgery and one of her friends caring just that _little_ bit too much about her, he would take Isaac over that any day.

Isaac looked at him somewhat shyly and a little bit shocked, shame filling his features, like he was embarrassed to get caught, "What? It's true isn't it?" Stiles whispered, "You love her?"

"I... don't know" Isaac said softly back, wringing his hands together, "It's so complicated y'know?" And Stiles watched as he met his gaze warily, "At first it was just a stupid crush" He shook his head, "Because she is really... beautiful" He whispered then looked at Stiles apologetically, "Sorry, uh... and I guess you always desire things you can't have right? Kayla was with you... _is_ with you and I saw how much she loved you, how much you adore her and I wanted that" And Stiles' heart stung with hurt, "I never... I don't remember much of my mom and my dad didn't-didn't care that much and Camden... Camden left me so since then I got pretty screwed up" He admitted with a dry chuckle, "I have never really _felt_... you get me?" Isaac asked, meeting Stiles' knowing gaze, "And then with Derek I gained a family and it felt so right... and then I really saw Kayla, not just how easy on the eye she is, no I _really_ saw her... how funny she is, how caring, how ridiculously shameless she was and I actually felt like, for the first time in my life, that I had a best friend... someone who accepted me for me and not just because they had to" And Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at him, watching at how sad he really looked.

"Isaac-" Stiles started to say, regretting hating him all this time because he actually felt compassion for him, knowing how hard he was trying.

"No... let me finish" Isaac interrupted, "Please" And Stiles just gave a small nod, allowing him to go on, "And I admit... I kinda wished I was in your situation – you guys have been through more ups and downs that a bloody roller-coaster but you both still seem... fine, better than fine actually, you seem right for each other and you have no idea how much I would kill for that, for someone to want to be with me...and not just in the friend way"

"When Kayla looks at me it's nothing more than one friend talking to another... but when she looks at you it's like she would do anything for you... like she adores the bones off you and I can see how much she loves you, how badly she wants everything to be okay and it does make me feel a little bit shitty inside" Isaac admitted, tapping his fingers across his legs, "So maybe you're right, maybe I do care a bit too much, but do I love her?" Isaac shook his head helplessly, "I don't know... I'm hoping not because she's my best friend and I don't want to ruin that" He turned his soft blue eyes to Stiles', "I don't want to ruin what you two have because it's pretty damn special" And Stiles got all choked up. He tried not to but all he had seen of Isaac was not a very nice person and now all of his walls were down and he was completely and utterly vulnerable.

"She's wanted us to get along for so long... who knew it would've happened when she was in the OR?" Stiles said somewhat bitterly, his nails biting into the skin of his thighs.

"Who knew" Isaac muttered, "But... Kayla's survived worse than this... she'll be fine" He told Stiles comfortingly, "Right?" He then added, like he was needing the reassurance.

"Yeah, I mean... she has to be" Stiles replied, "She's a fighter" And he knew that was true but a person could only have so much fight in them before it burned out.

"_Doctor Meyer to OR two, that's doctor Meyer to OR two, code red" _A voice over the intercom sounded and it was like the voice of death because the whole hospital got quiet – visitors looked around sombrely, staff got this sad look in their eyes and Stiles' heart faltered, "_Code red in OR two, Doctor Meyer's assistance is required, code red"_ And Stiles shared a frenzied look with Isaac, both standing up at the same time, fear gripping their chests.

The double doors just behind them got thrown open and a middle aged male doctor with greying hair raced through, his white coat billowing out around him and he had this determined look about him, like he was ready for a really intense bar brawl. He brushed past their small group, footsteps eating up the ground as a young nurse in scrubs raced out to meet him.

"Code red?" He asked her and the nurse nodded, "Femoral bleeding, we've clamped it while they fixed the punctured lung and Pneumothorax but there seems to be another point of bleeding which is unattainable and is causing seizures of-" But their conversation faded away as they disappeared down the restricted area.

Stiles' breath caught in his throat, his mouth going dry as he bit his lip, tears blurring his vision as he stared at the red doors in anguish.

Why the _hell_ was this happening?

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><p>"Oh thank god" Stiles heard Derek mutter and was thinking the exact same thing.<p>

"She's in recovery" Doctor Clarke confirmed, "I'm not going to lie it was touch and go for a while – but we rebuilt her lung and managed to stop the bleeding of the artery in the thigh... because of the way the bone severed it completely that actually saved her life funnily enough – the femur bone will take a long time to heal though" The doctor warned, "It was completely fractured as well as shattered in two other places which caused the dislocation of the patella and the very fine fracture of the hip" And Stiles felt his head spinning, "So she will be... how can I put this? Out of the firing line for a while, my best guess with this much damage there would be a minimum of six months recovery time, not to mention the radical physical therapy program that will take place to restore strength and help the nerves in her left leg to heal but overall... overall she's very lucky indeed" The doctor smiled and Stiles had never felt so relieved in all his life.

"You're sure she's fine?" Derek demanded, obviously not taking the doctors words on board, "She's not going to... go downhill? Slip into a coma?" And wow Derek, positive much?

"Not from what I've seen" Doctor Clarke replied calmly, "We've got her under sedation and on morphine for the pain but pupils are responsive and brain activity is normal... we're just trying to keep her comfortable right now because when she wakes up it will be a bit of a shock to not be able to use that leg at all, maybe not be able to place any weight on it for months but yes Mr Hale... she's going to be fine" And Stiles felt ecstatic, "In fact... while she's in recovery one of you may go in – it's not guaranteed she'll be responsive from the level of sedatives in her system but if it would make you feel more at ease?" And Stiles felt everyone's eyes on him and looked up, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What?" He asked, slightly defensively.

"On you go" Derek muttered, "I don't think I can stand any more of your nervous leg jitters anyway" But judging by the smile, albeit small smile, Stiles knew he wasn't serious – at least not completely.

"Y-You mean that?" He asked, just for clarification because he didn't want Derek to rip his head off if he was wrong.

"Yes I mean that" Derek jutted his chin forward, "Now go before I change my mind" And Stiles just nodded quickly, escaping the small group and heading towards Kayla's room. The door creaked as he pushed it open, stepping into the white washed room.

It was very drab and sombre and had a very depressing feel to it and smelt a lot like bleach, but his absurd thoughts were washed away when he saw Kayla propped up in the bed. Her head was tilted into the pillows, arms resting idly at her sides, about a hundred monitors plugged in near her but Stiles cringed, feeling sick as he saw how pale she was, how her left leg was bare and was surrounded by a large white cushion type thing and she had a large metal brace attached from her hip down to below the knee, pins screwed right into the bone. Yet, as he stepped closer, he covered his mouth in shock at the excess swelling and the purple and black bruising covering her normally smooth skin, the dark red line obvious as to where the bone had come out.

"Kaylz... what did he do to you?" He muttered to himself, hovering near her as he softly stroked her hair revealing more bruising down the side of her face and across her jaw, "Why would anyone wanna hurt you?" But, of course, he got no response.

"I'm so sorry baby" He apologised, for what? He didn't know, possibly everything, "I... I'll make everything better okay? We can watch stupid movies and bet on the baseball while you rest up...we can still talk and goof around and I'll make as many runs to the store as you need... even if it is just for chocolate" He chuckled lightly, "I can't work miracles but I'll do my best Kaylz" He nodded affirmatively, leaning down to press a soft and loving kiss to her forehead before pulling back, his fingertips gliding across her cheekbone, "I love you Kayla... no matter what"

**A/N) AWWWWWWWWW haha, and yay Isaac and Stiles will start to get on... wont be happy sailing all the way but progress right? Anyway, technically its xmas morning in the uk (like 2 am) but I managed to update so woo hoo, hope y'all enjoyed it and please please review, best xmas pressie EVER and have a very merry xmas my lovely readers, see you soon xx :)**


	97. Chapter 97 - Ninja turtle escape plan

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Kayla woke up groggy and in pain. Yeah, just the perfect way to the start the day right? She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision as stars shot across her hazy stare. What in god's name was going on, she couldn't remember... anything, it was just like a blank slate and the more she tried to remember the more she couldn't - _god_ it was frustrating.

Then again, she kinda felt like she was tripping on some really weird stuff - the haziness, the out-of-body-feeling, the numbness, the memory fog, it all added up to make sense though she hoped it wasn't true because she was so not going back on that stuff again. Kayla let out a small wince, her face screwing up as she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her torso that shot up to her chest and holy mother of all that's holy... Ow.

Her arm wrapped around her midsection and okay, this was good, it wasn't an overdose... Unless of course she went bonkers and fell off a building or got hit by a car or something. And that thought was supposed to be comforting believe it or not. She tried to sit up, to see where she was and what the hell was going on but all she saw was whiteness... Huh? Oh Jesus, she wasn't dead was she? Because that would not only suck but it would be so inconvenient... Like seriously, she had things to do and did not have time to be rotting under the ground right now, maybe later, but definitely not now.

"What... The... Hell..." She muttered to herself, furrowing her eyebrows as a searing pain shot across her head and ow... Headache, damn. That was all she needed.

"Kayla?" A voice asked in surprise "Kayla... Oh my god Kayla" and yes that was her name, no need to wear it out. She managed to pull her head up, her vision incredibly foggy and grainy as a face floated into her vision, concerned gaze burning hers.

"W'ts h'ppening?" She slurred tiredly, body not cooperating with her, "Derek?" She asked for confirmation, recognising his normal broody features and green eyes, "Oh god... I really am in hell" and through the worry and concern she thought she saw a brief flicker of amusement.

"Love you too Kay" He muttered, draping his hand across her forehead, "How you feeling?" He asked, giving her a thorough once over, "Any pain? Numbness? Sickness?" And whoa... Twenty questions much?

"Funky" she replied, still trying to clear her eyesight, "Like...like really funky..." She added, letting out a quiet disorientated chuckle before wincing loudly, "Well on second thoughts... In a helluva lot of pain" she muttered in afterthought, her whole body throbbing with pain.

"Want me to get the doctor?" Derek asked gently, leaning down as he stroked her hair, "Check you over?"

"No... No, I'm fine" she whispered, voice cracking, "I just...Der... What's going on?" She peered up at him, "Why am I in the hospital?" And she could've sworn she actually saw his eyes darken in anger and hurt... And whoa Derry, she thought, ease up on the throttle.

"You don't remember?" He asked, starting to look even more worried, "Anything?" And his voice was controlled yet under that facade she heard the slight shake of concern and that made her heart beat faster... How bad was it exactly? How bad was she?

"The... Um... The game" she muttered, frowning in thought, "And, uh..." Oh god why couldn't she remember? "And Stiles... Oh god, Stiles is missing" she suddenly grabbed Derek's upper arm in strength that even surprised her, "Der... Stiles-Stiles is gone...G-Gerard he-he took him-" she couldn't get her words out properly, mind frenzied with worry and she thought she vaguely heard the heart monitor start beeping wildly as her heart raced, "He took Stiles and-" she tried to sit up, ignoring the searing pain as she tugged at all the wires attached to her, "Der... Stiles is-"

"Kayla relax" Derek demanded gently, taking her hands in his grasp, trying to stop her acting like a mad woman, "Stiles is fine, he's fine" he reassured her and she stopped squirming like a fish out of water, looking up at Derek in confusion, "See?" He nodded his head behind him to where Kayla followed his gaze and saw Stiles sprawled out over a hard plastic chair, his neck twisted to one side, tongue half sticking out of his mouth, "Kid has been there for the past two days... And he's finally sleeping after I slipped a sedative in his coffee" and Kayla just cocked an eyebrow at Derek who had a small smile on his face, like he was glad he did that, "What? He fidgets more than a man on death row! It's annoying" and she didn't even glare at him for that because you have no idea the relief Kayla felt when she saw him there... It was like the weight of the world was off her shoulders.

Stiles was okay. He was alive and breathing and snoring... God, she never thought she would see anything so amazing in all her life.

"He's... He's okay" she muttered, repeating herself like she needed the confirmation, eyes filling up with tears as Derek just stared between the two, his eyes softening.

"He's fine - a few cuts and bruises but nothing serious" and she finally met his gaze, relaxing back against the pillows, "I'm more worried about you"

"Don't be" she whispered to herself, shaking her head, "I'm fine"

"Yeah" Derek scoffed, "So fine that you've been completely out of it for the past two days" and she blinked blearily, trying to digest his words, "Kayla... Look at me" he requested softly and she did, eyes clashing with his, "Brian... He found out that you... That you-" and she felt her eyes widening in realisation, the memories washing back over her like an unwanted dream, "Well...did what you did and he hurt you... Quite badly..." And she felt her eyes glazing over, "I'm sorry Kay, I should've been there to protect you and instead I was with Peter... _Peter_" she heard him exclaim, "I'm sorry"

She shook her head slowly, "Not your fault... Promise" she looked up at him, "And Derek... I'm scared to look just in case it's actually amputated but... Why can't I feel my leg?" And she hated how she sounded like a scared little eight year old at that point in time, "Because I swear to god if it's amputated I will sue this frigging hospital and sew it back on myself"

"Leg is still intact" Derek told her softly "The doc just said there was some nerve damage from where the bone severed the artery and sliced the muscle... But its still there" and Kayla felt speechless, her mouth gaping open slightly as she allowed her eyes to travel downwards, inwardly cringing at the purple bruising and swelling around her middle thigh and her knee, a large metal brace attached to her upper leg and holy frigging god... This was all just a bad dream right?

"Oh" she muttered, unable to get anything else out as she gulped nervously, "Oh right, uh..." She looked at Derek nervously, "This is just temporary right? I mean-" she coughed to clear her throat, "In a couple of weeks I will be back to normal... Right?" But judging by his look that was a 'no'.

"I'm sorry Kay" and Kayla felt her heart dropping, "The doc said that, uh... Because the bone was broken so badly that you won't be able to walk for months... Sorry, I'm so sorry" he apologised again and Kayla felt numb inside.

"Um... Wow, uh..." Her vision got blurry with tears of shock and frustration, "I um... Okay" she muttered, putting on a façade, "It'll be fine, it will all be fine" she lied, trying to convince herself more so than Derek, "Who needs a leg anyway right? Captain Hook got by just fine" she sniffled.

"Uh... That was a hand Kay" Derek pointed out oh so helpfully, "He had a hook for a hand, remember?"

"Potato-potata" she muttered, "It's fine don't worry" but she knew he would worry, it was just what Derek did... Well that and she really didn't sound _that_ convincing, "How about you go grab me some jell-o?" she asked nicely, trying for a reassuring smile even though her face hurt and she could feel the bruising across her jawline, "You know how much I love jell-o" but Derek just looked at her dubiously, green eyes ablaze with worry.

"Kayla... You can upset about this... You have every right to" but no, no, no, no, that would just be stupid and selfish, she was so not going to have a bloody breakdown in front of Derek of all people.

"I'm fine" she restated, trying to not let her voice quiver, "But I would be better with some jell-o" and she saw the way Derek looked at her, in something caught between daunting realisation and sympathy, eyes gentle... Something that Derek only reserved for the worst situations.

"Okay...sure" he told her, giving her a small smile, obviously realising that she needed a few minutes to herself to collect herself, hating the flapping about that everyone was bound to do because Derek was exactly the same - he understood that part of her because he had that part in him too, hell all Hales did, he just _got_ her.

"Thank you" She whispered back as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and through all of her frustration and pain she felt churning in her system, the annoyance and fear, the feeling of uselessness and failure, she felt a tingling of Derek's relief and happiness and gave a brief smile because despite how annoying, broody and over protective he was he really is the best cousin someone could have... And it took a lot for her to say something so mushy like that, but that's how deadly serious she was.

When he pulled back his worry was still obvious but not as pronounced as before, sending her a heart warming smile.

"Lime Jell-O coming right up"

"It's like you know me" she smirked, putting up a mask of calm and fine but as soon as Derek left, and the little click of the door confirmed that, she felt it crumbling away because she only had so much energy left.

Things just seemed to keep getting worse despite how hard they all tried to fix things, it all just seemed in vain. It was like the bad guys just kept coming, trying to knock them all down like bowling pins and they seemed to be doing a pretty good job at it.

Peter. Kate. Matt. Jackson. Gerard. Brian. They just kept getting bigger and badder and more unstoppable... Hell, they seemed invincible right now. They kept hurting and twisting the people she cares about the most and Kayla just felt useless in not being able to stop it, to help.

Allison went down a dark path, she turned into someone she wasn't - not the normal sweet and caring Argent and Kayla felt pained at the torment her best friend had gone through, knowing she would need some time to recuperate.

And as for Stiles... She looked over at him, her bottom lip quivering. He was obviously fine but just the thought of him getting him hurt by Gerard made her stomach churn, worry burning through her veins. He was human, he was harmless, it wasn't his fault he got caught up in all this shit but he was still paying the price, paying for something he didn't deserve. He just seemed so... innocent. He was so sweet and caring, so tender and loving, sensitive yet sassy at the same time that she couldn't get her head around why someone would lay their hands on him.

She still saw his busted lip and scrape across his cheek and the intense feeling of guilt ignited throughout her body... even though it wasn't directly her fault she still felt like it was – seeing him hurt made her sick because she loved him too damn much.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she bit her lip and looked away, fisting the sheets underneath her in frustration – god, why couldn't things be simpler? She never thought she would ever say that because she was too care free and breezy, but seeing Stiles get caught in the crossfire brought her back down to earth with a bang.

She sniffed loudly, wiping her nose as her mind assaulted her with images of Stiles laying on the cold hard ground, battered and bruised, his chest slowing down before his breathing stopped and she had to close her eyes, screwing them shut against those god awful images.

The injuries that he should be worrying about was lacrosse or tripping over his own two feet, _not_ worried about getting tortured by werewolves or hunters for the rest of his life.

Was this what it was going to be like? Stiles being the vulnerable one, paying for all their mistakes? Getting punished for trying to help? Because if it was then-

"Kayla?" A concerned voice exclaimed somewhat sleepily and drowsily and Kayla didn't even realise she was crying outright, sobs of frustration and pain coming from her throat until that familiar voice jolted her from her thoughts, "Why are you-_oh my god_ Kayla" Stiles changed his sentence halfway through, like he was realising what situation they were in and Kayla looked at him, her eyesight blurry and hazy, tears streaking her cheeks as he jumped from his seat far too quick for his body to catch up with his train of thought and his feet got caught up with each other and he promptly face-planted the floor and Kayla heard the smack of his body hitting the floor and see? He was so frigging clumsy sometimes.

But he shot up just as quickly as he went down, hurriedly racing to her side.

"Kayla, what's the matter? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Can you hear me?" He rattled off questions at about a hundred miles an hour, his voice full of concern and panic, "Baby... speak to me" He muttered softly, his fingers tilting her head up to meet his worried gaze, "What's wrong?" And she refocused on his honey brown eyes, biting the inside of her cheek as he kept looking her up and down, like he was checking that she was okay.

"I just want you to be okay" She mumbled, watching as his shocked eyes slid to hers, "That's all I want Stiles... I just need you to be okay, please stay okay" And her voice broke at the end as she got clogged up with emotion – she had already lost too many people, there was no way in hell she was going to lose Stiles too.

"Kaylz... I-" He muttered, keeping his voice as a hushed whisper as his fingers danced across her cheek tenderly, "Don't worry about me... worry about yourself okay?" And she shook her head, desperation running through her veins.

"No Stiles I... I don't care about me, I care about _you_" She managed to get out as she lifted her weak hand and wrapped it around his wrist, "You, only you... you" And that was the god's honest truth, "Please don't go... don't leave me" She choked out because the idea of Stiles getting torn away from her made her heart break into a million pieces.

"I won't" He vowed, not looking freaked out by her mini breakdown, no, he was handling it like a pro, "I'll never leave you Kaylz" He whispered gently, wide eyes sincere and soft and that was one of the many reasons why she loved him – people's first impression of him would be he was just an awkward, fumbling teenage guy that couldn't handle anything remotely serious but Kayla knew how wrong that impression was, he was deeper than people gave him credit for and able to handle situations most people couldn't... he wasn't perfect, but he was so damn close.

She gave a watery smile, letting out a noise between a laugh and a sob as he kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose, leaning down to look at her in the eye.

"I'm really sorry Kaylz... I should have come with you, or at least called to check up" And she slowly shook her head, "I should've believed you when you said how worried about Brian you were, worried that he was going to do something..." His brown eyes clashed with her green ones, "I'm so sorry Kayla" He shook his head like he was disappointed in himself, eyes leaving hers and trailing down her body and she heard him wince, "Jesus... I didn't let myself believe how bad it was" And she shook her head even though she felt like wincing herself when she stared down at her bare leg – it was totally messed up. Swollen and bruised, red, scarred, hell it still looked bent to her, metal pins digging into her skin and into the bone, keeping the brace intact.

"It's a broken leg, it's nothing, I've had worse" She told him, trying to comfort him and his guilt (even though he had nothing to feel guilty for), even if she wasn't sure if what she said was true – sure, she had been in a coma, almost died, _had_ died, but her leg was like a zombies' from 'the walking dead' and what scared her the most wasn't the pain, the physio, the recovery... no, it was the big 'if' she would recover, _if _she would be able to walk again in a few months, _if _the pain would stop, _if _she could go back to normal again.

For some reason his eyes turned stone cold at her sentence, brown eyes blazing, "Don't try and down play this Kayla" And oh boy was he pissed, "Just don't okay? Stop thinking that every time you get hurt that it's okay because it's not, it's so far from okay that okay is just a little dot on the horizon" And she just furrowed her eyebrows because she was used to it, her whole life just consisted of getting hurt, the frequent hospital visits, the odd broken limb, the occasional coma, it was just collateral damage, especially growing up in a werewolf family where death was always close by and coming even closer.

"It's not okay, not at all" He shook his head, "You know what the doctor told us? That you almost bled out on the table, you were this-close to dying and it was a damn miracle that you lost that amount of blood and didn't flatline" And she bit her lip at the desperation and fear in Stiles' voice, "It's not okay that I almost lost you because your lung collapsed and it's definitely not okay that your leg is... is..." He lost the fire in his eyes as he looked at her leg that was propped up, "... Shattered... god it was completely terrifying when the doctor said that" And Kayla just gulped, regretting her choice of words at how sad Stiles seemed.

"Okay, I get it, no downplaying things" She offered him a small smile, "Sorry, sometimes I forget that people y'know... care" She chuckled lightly at how obscene that sentence sounded, "I love you"

Stiles cooled down, leaving just a normal caring boyfriend there as he sent her a small smile, "Love you more" And Kayla tried to contain the smile that broke out over her face, glancing down at her lap before letting out a very discreet wince but even though he didn't have super werewolf hearing Stiles still heard it somehow.

"You in pain?" He asked, his hands starting to flutter about nervously, like he wasn't entirely sure what to do, "What can I do? How can I help?" And she breathed through the pain, the dullness wearing off.

"It's okay" She said on instinct before realising her mistake, "I mean... yeah, it hurts a little" And see? She was getting better at that, Stiles was a good influence on her, "But it's only like a two" And he sent her a 'yeah right' glance, "Okay... a three" But he still didn't believe her, "Fine, no more than a four" She gave up, telling the truth, "The morphine is just wearing off is all"

He glanced at her sending tingles up her spine at the care and love in his eyes, "I hate seeing you like this... should I get the doctor?" But she shook her head – no matter how much pain she was in her and doctors just wasn't a good combination, hell the fact she hadn't tried to escape this god awful place yet was a damn miracle.

"Nah" She played off the pain even though it was bloody sore, like the top of her leg was repeatedly getting stabbed and she couldn't even feel the bottom part of her leg yet, "You can be my drug baby" She joked and it worked as Stiles let out a brief laugh, his eyes full of amusement.

"You really are just something else Kaylz" He told her as he sat down at the side of her bed, intertwining their fingers together as his other hand softly stroked her hair with nothing short of tender loving care.

And even though it was a joke it was still kind of true – Stiles took her mind off the pain, he just seemed to make everything better, like he was a calming influence on her. So she just leaned her head on his shoulder, pushing all her problems to one side, letting her eyes flutter shut but was stopped from doing so when a gentle, almost hesitant, knock sounded at the door and both she and Stiles looked up as the sheriff walked in, a relieved smile settling over his worn down features as he caught sight of the pair of them.

"Kayla" He greeted, "Sweetheart, it's good to see you up and running" He said before his eyes went wide and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment, "I mean-not running, I didn't mean that" And Kayla snorted in amusement at his choice of words because she wouldn't be running in a long time, "I just meant... I- oh Jesus" He ran a hand down his face awkwardly, "It's nice to see you awake"

"Thank you" Kayla said sincerely, waving him over, "And I mean that for everything Sheriff... I um... I honestly thought that I was going to die out there and it's a kinda terrifying feeling" She admitted as she saw Stiles, from the corner of her eye, turn all stoic and numb, like he was trying not to imagine what she was saying, "Because dying right now would suck big time so... thank you, really... _thank you_" She stared up into the sheriffs' sincere and caring eyes, "You have no idea how grateful I am, if there's anything I can do for you..." She trailed off and watched as the sheriff seemed touched by her words, his deep eyes clouding over with glassy tears.

"Um..." He was obviously stuck for words, "Just-just get better" He offered her a small awkward smile, "I'm glad I could help"

"You didn't just help, you saved my life" She pointed out, "What is it with Stilinski's and not realising how amazing they are? Is it like a genetic trait or something?" She hummed to herself and that broke the tension as both men chuckled.

"Could say the same about Hales Kaylz" Stiles kissed the side of her head as she watched the sheriff look at the two of them in fascination and acceptance, his face breaking out into a wide grin.

"Look after her son" He told Stiles, "I hope you feel better soon kiddo" And Kayla nodded at the sheriff, raising her fist towards him and he looked down at it in confusion, eyebrows furrowing and it took him a few seconds to realise what was going on.

"Oh right, yes" He muttered, fist-bumping her and then sending them both a pleased smile, "See you later kids" He then he winked at Kayla before disappearing from the room, his walk a lot more upbeat than when he had first come in but the door didn't even get a chance to swing shut as Isaac burst through clumsily and, wow, he was like a bull stampeding through a china shop.

"Kayla Hale were you just trying to give everyone heart attacks?" He demanded, striding forward and suddenly leaning down on her other unoccupied side and hugging the living daylights out of her, being careful to avoid her leg.

"Uh... sorry?" She said hesitantly, looking at Stiles over Isaac's shoulder in confusion, trying to gauge his reaction but to her surprise he was... smiling? Okay, what kind of drugs had they given her because she was surely tripping out.

"But its nice to see you too" She patted his back but Isaac still didn't let go, in fact he just held her tighter, "Um... dude, seriously, it takes a lot more to kill me, do none of you have faith in me?"

"It's called worry Hale, generally happens when someone you care about is in danger – want me to get you a dictionary for your birthday?" He sassed and she just rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her.

"Actually that's a branch of worry dork, it's a type of anxious feeling over a problematic and potential problem" She corrected him as he still held her close for whatever reason because Isaac, hugging? What the hell was going on? "Also, are you smelling my hair?" She asked and that snapped him from his... whatever the hell it was.

"Uh... n-no" He scoffed lightly, like that thought was completely ridiculous even though she could've sworn she saw a faint blush covering his cheeks, "Think you need your head checked Hale" He chuckled as he ruffled her hair and now he ruffled her hair? Something was definitely up with him, "I'll go get some coffee's – six sugars for you" He glanced at Kayla, "And we've all got orders from your dad not to pump your system full of sugars because apparently you get really jittery" He looked at Stiles then who just gaped in surprise at his dad's orders, "But, what the hell, I'll give it to you, peace offering" And something was definitely wrong with him because he was not acting normal at all... not that Isaac ever did really, "Oh and sweets, chocolate for the lady" He sent Kayla a fumbling smile, "Just give me five minutes" And then he disappeared like a flash of lightning and Kayla blinked like she had just imagined all of that, shaking her head.

"Uh... Stiles?" She asked sweetly, "Did you break Isaac?"

"No, I think he broke himself" Stiles chuckled, "When you were in the OR we... talked" Stiles shrugged and Kayla gaped.

"With words?" She asked in shock, her eyes widening.

"No, with Morse code" Stiles shot back playfully, "Yes of course with words" He laughed airily, "He's not so bad you know... and it takes a lot for me to admit this but maybe I was... wrong" He looked at Kayla sheepishly, "He just wants to make things right and he's a really good friend for you, you should've seen how worried he was and that wasn't an act Kaylz... anyone that is worth your time is worth mine too" And Kayla was still gaping as she pinched her arm and, _ow_, yes, this was definitely real and looking at Stiles' open face she poked his cheek much to his surprise.

"Hmmmm... I'm not imagining this" She muttered, "Stiles and Isaac sitting up a tree, K-I-S-S-I-" She started to joke, not realising how much worry and pressure this took off her chest, how happy it made her to see her boyfriend and friend starting to get on, much less jealously floating about in the air.

"Oh ha-ha" Stiles covered her mouth gently, his face morphed into amusement, "We're not quite there yet Kaylz"

"When you do remember and invite me" she said with her usual shameless banter and Stiles just grinned down at her, not looking offended at all and despite the fact she still felt shitty and in pain, still kinda depressed that her leg was useless, maybe things were starting to look up for a change, surely they all deserved that... right?

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><p>By the time night rolled around Kayla was already so done with this place – she got it, hospitals helped people, they saved people's lives but at the same time it was a place where people died, where relatives and friends learned the heart breaking news that someone close to them had passed away... it just wasn't a very nice place – period. Well, that and the food sucked and the kitchen had run out of Jell-o, what kind of place didn't stock enough Jell-o? Hell, surely.<p>

Stiles said he was going to stop the night so he had popped home to take a shower and get some fresh clothes and Kayla knew she was crazy (she was a Hale, that warranted at least some level of insanity) but hospitals did make her anxious and she felt like her skin was itchy.

So, naturally, she broke out.

… or tried to.

It took fifteen minutes to manoeuvre herself out of the bed with a lot of winces and curses, pulling out all the cables that were attached to her, her whole body protesting to just 'stay still' but no, no way in hell, screw what the doctors said, she was walking out of here and that was final.

"Ow... _son of a mother fricking bitch_" She cursed, screwing her eyes shut as she stood up, her leg burning with agonising pain as she almost collapsed but grabbed the bedside table for support, shaking with the agonising pain.

Her leg was shattered and had a flipping huge ass brace screwed into her bones, she should _not_ be moving, nope, she knew she shouldn't but it wasn't that far to the lift... right? Or maybe the lift was a risk factor, someone would surely see her and send her back to her room, no, she would take the stairs.

Yep, definitely crazy.

"Now you listen to me you useless piece of crap" She exclaimed through gritted teeth, pointing down to her bruised and swollen leg, half covered by those god awful white hospital gowns, "You were stupid enough to break, now you're going to be stupid enough to cooperate with me, understand?" Loosing the frigging plot, "If you break again I will just break you, _again_, on principle" She warned through gritted teeth, sweat breaking out on her forehead in the effort not to start crying with the nerve shattering pain she felt.

"I mean it" She muttered, using her good leg to take a hesitant step forward and as soon as her bad leg touched the ground her whole body turned to jelly and she collapsed against the wall, using all her energy just to keep herself up right.

"C'mon Hale, you can do this" And _great_, now she was talking to herself, "Just get over the pain and do it" And she didn't realise how scary it was not being able to feel the bottom half of her leg, it was completely terrifying, yet the paralysing pain from her thigh kind of made her dead leg feel like a frigging breeze.

She dragged it along, screwing her eyes shut, biting her cheek to stop from screaming as she hobbled from the room, not walking at all, just... well, what could she say? Slithering along? Did that make sense? Her leg was getting dragged along as her bare foot skimmed across the floor, dragging herself out of the room, using her arms to pull herself along the wall, all the while using what little energy she had left to concentrate in not screaming the whole place down.

Because if she screamed then they would find her and lock her back up again... well, put her back to bed but close enough.

She managed to round the corner of the corridor, sweat running from every pore in her body and she felt absolutely exhausted, knackered, shattered, all of the above but she was not giving up, she was getting out of this hell hole.

She saw a sign for the stairs and almost fell over as she lost concentration, grabbing ahold of a railing to keep herself steady, biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she felt her stomach churning, the pain beginning to get too much for her.

"Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" And Kayla blew some hair away from her face as she looked up in shock to see Allison darting towards her, dark hair flying behind her, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes" She gasped without hesitation, "Join the club" And she tried to step forward but Allison placed her hands on her shoulders, stopping her.

"Kayla, please, let's go back to bed and-"

"NO" She interrupted urgently, "I'm fine... I'm fine" She stated, "See?" And just to prove a point she took a step forward but almost immediately pitched forward, not able to keep up her own weight but luckily Allison was there to steady her.

"You're crazy... why are you leaving?" And Allison helped her lean back against the wall.

"They ran out of Jell-o" She answered innocently, swiping her hand across her forehead, "And I need Jell-o" But of course that was just an excuse... even if it was part of the reason why she wanted to leave.

"You had major surgery two days ago and you're breaking out of hospital to get _Jell_-_o_?" And Kayla nodded in affirmation, "Well that and I hate hospitals"

Allison's eyes softened, "Kayla I... about that night... look I-" She seemed lost for words, "If I had known that he... that you were... if I thought that was happening I wouldn't have hung up, I would've helped you" And Kayla was breathing heavily through the pain, cocking at eyebrow at her friend.

"So what happened to me being 'one of them'?" Kayla asked, "You know... the feeling of wanting to kill me?" And she met Allison's guilty eyes.

"I would never have hurt you Kayla... I just... I was mad" She saw tears in her friends' eyes, "And Gerard knew how to get to me but for that I really am sorry... I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but-"

"Can we not do this here?" Kayla interrupted, "Look, I get it, you're sorry, you'll never do it again, but I'm kind of in the middle of a ninja turtle escape plan so if you could wait till we're home then that would be _great_" And she was about to hobble past her but Allison blocked her way, looking at her like she was nuts.

"Kayla, I mean it" She exclaimed, "Please forgive me?" She asked and Kayla looked up, gripping the railing for dear life as she saw how sincere Allison's eyes were, the deep brown irises caring and sorry.

"Of course" Kayla said without hesitation, "Now move your ass" But just as she tried to get around Allison she heard the familiar 'ding' of the lift and cursed internally... if they got caught then-

"_Oh for the love of almighty god"_ And winced as she heard Stiles' panicked and disapproving voice float to her ears, "Kayla Hale, back to bed" He ordered, coming up behind her and Kayla waved them both away, flinging her arms out.

"No... I'm going home and you both can't... s-stop... me..." She faltered as she looked over Stiles' shoulder and saw someone she was dreading to see, "Mom"

And her tone of voice gave away how much she dreaded this reunion.

"She was down in the lobby Kaylz" Stiles explained, taking ahold of her arm and steadying her.

"Kayla... Honey..." Her mom said, giving a relieved smile even though her eyes looked pained, "I'm-I'm glad you're okay" And Kayla felt a sudden pit of boiling rage erupt in her stomach.

"Are you?" She shot back, voice shaking with fury, "Thought you'd want me to be dead... you never wanted me in the first god damn place"

"That's not true" Her mom denied, shaking her head tearfully as she came closer, "You're my daughter... of course I want you to be okay" And lies, it was all lies, she remembered what she heard her mom say at the hospital, she heard the hate in her voice, none of what she was saying now was true, it couldn't be.

"Liar" Kayla clenched her teeth as Allison stepped to the side and Stiles tried to calm her down, "You hate my guts, just admit it"

"No" Her mom exclaimed, "I love you"

"_Stop lying_" Kayla suddenly screamed, the ball of fire erupting in her stomach, making her see red, "All you do is lie mom – _lie_ about what I am, _lie_ about who my real dad was, _lie_ about everything – lie, lie, lie, I'm sick of it" And she was breathing heavily now, too angry to listen to Stiles' soothing and calming words, "I'm sick of trying to live up to Dylan, to try and be the perfect kid which I'm never going to be and I'm fed up with trying"

"You don't have to be perfect honey" Her mom shook her head, "What I said.. it was a mistake-"

"No" She shook her head, "You meant every word of it, I felt it" And she was livid and upset, her body shaking as she tried to control herself even though she felt like she was going to explode, "But you'll never hate me more than I hate myself for what I did" She clenched her jaw, escaping Stiles' grip, "So stop apologising... I don't care anymore" She stared at her mom dead in the eye, "I don't care that you despise me for being Peter's kid because I would much rather be more like him than you any day _mom_" She felt tears of frustration clouding her vision as her mom seemed to break a little bit on the inside.

"Kayla, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" And she wouldn't stop apologising, "Please honey... I... I l-love you" But she faltered and Kayla picked that up as a sign of hesitation, like her mom was lying and that made her even more upset and livid than before, "I'm trying to make things right... what do you want me to do?" And she really did feel about ready to explode, her eyes glowing a dark dangerous green, body shaking, "I'll do anything Kayla, What can I do? I need to do something, I want to fix thi-" And that was it – her anger reached unbearable levels and that, combined with the soul crushing hurt, was a recipe for disaster.

She vaguely heard Stiles let out a sound of warning just as all the windows exploded – and she really did mean _all_ of them... well shit. Windows down the sides exploded, glass raining down around them as everyone covered their faces but it was like some part of Kayla's powers were reasonable because not one bit of glass hit them, it was like they were in a protective bubble, standing in a glass free circle and, without warning, the fluorescent lights overhead started flickering, basking the corridor in light and then darkness. Then, without warning, they started sparking, yellow sparks spitting around them as they got drowned in darkness.

Wow... that was incredibly draining – as if she wasn't already exhausted and in pain, using powers that she hadn't tapped into yet or learnt how to use was just too much and she stumbled backwards just as Stiles caught her in time, cradling her to his chest.

**A/N) Jeez... long chapter cue the sore fingers ha, but I really really hoped you liked this chapter, it took bloody ages to type ha... so please please review, they mean the world and help me rattle out chapters ha – lemme know what you think and I shall see all of you lovely people next chapter... which will be soon haha x :)**


	98. Chapter 98 - Banter with the boys

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine... a massive shout out to toridw317, zvc56, Luna888, Kayela-Brown-1228, Iste, AmyRoxx123, Stilinski Power, Moon, Guest, Guest, ijasso123 and Guest for reviewing, you all rock, hope y'all like this UD X :)**

**Also, I answered these questions in PM's but just if anyone else is curious 1) Yes, there will be a sequel to this that will be season 3A and B and also 2) characters like Liam, Kira and Malia will appear but differently and will have big parts to play in coming stories – ie) Liam will face dangers from a certain character we all know, Kira will get a more indepth look to her character, especially as she feels guilt over something that happens in season 3 and will play a big part in Kayla's character in season four and Malia's storyline will be different but she will be there for some Kayla/Malia tension and season 3 and 4 will be killing off characters/keeping characters/introducing new ones just to shake it up... anyway, carry on :) **

"Oh..." Stiles muttered in shock, his arms immediately winding around Kayla's torso as she fell into his waiting arms, "Hey Kayla, baby, hey hey hey... Wake up" he demanded gently as her head lolled against his chest, "Baby... Open your eyes, c'mon" and pure panic seized his chest because no, no way, he had already been through hell the past two days wondering if she was going to be okay, worrying that she may take a turn for the worst hence why he stayed at her bedside, only leaving for a bathroom break, feeling sick at the thought that Brian may come back and finish the job, in fact that thought still sickened him. And then everything seemed to turn out okay. Kayla was responsive and talking, shocked and a bit numb, but she was fine and that had made him feel on cloud nine.

But now here she was looking deathly pale and weak, collapsed in his arms as the lights continued to flicker dangerously, shards of broken glass shattered around them and the whole place had a chill to it, a deathly chill.

"Kaylz..." He whispered gently, kissing the side of her head as he lowered them both to the floor, keeping her close to him as Allison and Jody came over, frenzied looks plastered over their faces.

He then heard her let out a groan, twisting her head around and burying it into his chest, face screwing up as she tried to rouse herself from the bleary unconsciousness, limbs sluggish just as the lights overhead finally exploded, sparks igniting all around them, coating them in complete darkness.

Stiles unconsciously jumped slightly, looking overhead nervously as he heard an ear splitting creak, furrowing his eyebrows against the pressing darkness, unconsciously tightening his arms around Kayla's waist as she slumped against him in tiredness.

"Stiles..." He heard Allison mutter nervously, standing in front of them and looking towards the darkened ceiling nervously, "What the hell just happened?" And he gulped, blinking rapidly as he heard the more prominent creaking sound edging closer to them.

"Long story" he replied back, his voice shaking slightly just as a tremendous bang sounded and they all jumped out of their skin as the emergency lights flickered on, flooding the room with a translucent light that hurt Stiles' eyes.

But thank god the emergency lights did come on because just above their heads the fluorescent light was falling from the ceiling, heading straight towards all four of them with deadly intentions and without a second thought Stiles screamed "MOVE" at the top of his lungs, tightening his grip around Kayla as he rolled them both out of the way, shielding Kayla's body with his own as the light crashed to the floor just where they were moments before, bulb breaking apart on impact, tiny shards of glass heading towards them.

He vaguely saw from the corner of his eye Allison grabbing a shocked Jody and pulling her out of the way, and just in time too otherwise she would've been hit as well.

Stiles looked up cautiously, and deeming the coast clear he pushed himself up off Kayla's body, hands immediately landing on the sides of her neck, trying to rouse her.

"Kaylz... Kaylz baby, wake up" but still no response and now he wasn't just worried, he was freaking the hell out, "Kayla..." And he glanced down, checking her for any injuries, his eyes falling on her broken leg that, thank god, didn't look like it had broken again but it was twisted in on itself, like her leg had forgotten to move with the rest of her body.

"Shit..." Stiles cursed, running a hand down his face, biting down on his bottom lip as he very gently pulled her up into a sitting position, tapping her cheek softly.

"Is she okay?" Allison asked, dropping to her knees beside them and Stiles looked up, meeting her gaze before looking at Jody... And he did feel sorry for her. He knew that the woman did care about her daughter, she would have to be a sociopath if she didn't, but seeing her now looking so... Confused and ashamed, it did pull at his heart strings. Though he wasn't entirely sure if Jody cared in the right way... At least not in the way a mother should.

Jody met his gaze, her blue eyes full of remorse and shame as she just shook her head before turning around and walking away and Stiles saw her wipe away her tears before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight...

... Well good riddance. If she was going to leave after falling over the first hurdle then she clearly wasn't as worried as Stiles thought or hoped.

He was snapped from his staring at the, now, empty corridor by a hand tightening around his shirt and looked down in shock, seeing Kayla blinking blearily, face screwed up in confusion.

"St'les... Wha' happ'ned" she slurred out and Stiles just let out a relieved sort-of nervous chuckle, watching as Allison too sucked in a deep breath, the intense worry leaving her eyes almost immediately.

"Nothing important Kaylz" he muttered quietly, gently pressing his lips to her forehead in relief because now was so not the time to explain that she lost control and nearly knocked them all out with her funky supernatural seductess powers... Best save that for another time, "You're okay, that's all that matters"

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><p>"Shouldn't you be at school?" Kayla queried, raising her eyebrows at Isaac who crept into her hospital room, carrying a stash of food in his arms.<p>

"Well yeah but-" He shrugged nonchalantly, "-That's not important" And she laughed, pushing herself up against the pillows, patting the place next to her on the bed.

"Agreed" She smirked light-heartedly as he sat down next to her, swinging his legs up on the bed and propping himself up on the pillows, "So you thought visiting little old me would be more exciting than chemistry hmmm?"

"Well duh" He muttered, sending her a wide smile, "Mr Harris was in a crappy mood and I thought I would take my chances on you, see if you were any cheerier" He dropped his arms, dumping all the junk food on the bed, "So are you?"

"Well I am now" She smirked, nudging his arm, "Oooooh, I love pretzels"

"That's why I got them" He chuckled, handing her the extra large packet of pretzels, "And there's also cheese fries, tater tots, Jerky, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple pie, cookies, twinkies and-"

"-Toffee popcorn, _yes_" Kayla interrupted with a smile, immediately going for the bag, "Mine"

"Well I can see you're feeling better" Isaac laughed, rolling his eyes as he reached for the packet of cheese fries, "If you're appetite is anything to go by"

"I always have an appetite" Kayla spoke through a mouth of popcorn, "I mea' th's h'pit'l fo'd j'st tas'es li'e c'ap"

"Come again" And Kayla finished chamming on her food before swallowing, "I said this hospital food tastes like crap" She clarified, "You're the best Lahey, the nurses have put me on a 'strict diet' to monitor my blood pressure or whatever" She waved her arm, "I dunno, something to do with clotting or infection... hell if I know" And Isaac's big blue eyes went wide, a handful of cheese fries resting halfway to his mouth, an 'oh shit' look plastered over his face.

"Oh relax" She laughed, patting his arm, "It's not serious or anything, I don't think they'll lock ya up in jail and throw away the key" She picked up the packet of twinkies, practically ripping it open, "And anyway, they've banned me from jell-O... like, seriously, why jell-O? Out of everything it just _had_ to be the jell-O didn't it?"

"What?" She heard Isaac laugh, the tension leaving his body, "Why did they ban you from jell-O?"

"Uh..." She muttered, looking up guilty, "Maybe because I... um... y'know..." She shrugged nonchalantly, "... Stole an old lady's mobility aid buggy" And Isaac let out a loud snort, "And then proceeded to race through the halls at twenty miles an hour" An even louder snort followed that, "With her hanging off the back" And by this point Isaac was in hysterics, "And then used that to break into the kitchen and steal a massive box of lime jell-O" And Kayla had to laugh at how much Isaac was laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks, "But to be fair I didn't know that old lady was getting dragged behind... with a broken hip"

"Holy god Kayla... ha" Isaac wiped at his eyes, amusement clear on his features, "You are something else you know that"

"Oh I know" She agreed, her chuckles quietening down, "So since then they've put locks on the cupboards and banned me from Jell-o" She nodded her had affirmatively, "And Stiles said that if I didn't keep my ass right here on the bed then he would handcuff me to it... _again_" And Isaac just raised his eyebrows, looking at her like 'yeah, okay, didn't need to know that'.

"I mean... not that I wouldn't mind that but not in a hospital room" And Isaac just cocked an eyebrow, looking mildly disturbed.

"Anyway"-" Kayla changed the subject, realising that talking about that sort of stuff with Isaac may be a bit awkward and uncomfortable considering she was trying to get him over her, not entice him even more, "What's up with you? Anything different?"

"Uh... not really" He shrugged, shaking his head like he was trying to clear his thoughts, "But Boyd and Erica left" And... wait, what?"

"What?" Kayla screeched loudly, "They left? They're gone? Why? How? When?" She rattled off questions, furrowing her eyebrows at Isaac who just shrugged.

"They wanted a new pack" He said simply, "And the next thing, pfft, they're gone" And his soft blue eyes met hers, "But Erica told me to tell you that the water is under the bridge, no hard feelings" And Kayla looked down, feeling guilty and upset that she never got to say goodbye to them even though a couple of months ago she would be packing her suitcase for her. She didn't hate Erica, in fact these past few weeks there had been mega process and she actually saw Erica as the nice person she was and not the vindictive cow she pretended to be.

"Oh" She muttered, still in shock over their abrupt departure, "Why, uh... why didn't you go with them?" She asked curiously, looking up at him in confusion, "Why stay?"

"Wow Hale, want rid of me that badly?" He asked and she couldn't tell if he was being serious or just joking around – maybe a bit of both actually.

"No, no I just... I was just wondering" Kayla said quietly, glad that he didn't actually leave with them because Isaac was an alright guy and a good friend, bottom line was they got on and she would miss him if he left.

Isaac just shrugged, his arm brushing hers as they both avoided each others stares as they lay on the bed, "I couldn't leave Hale... if all three of Derek's beta's abandoned him he would be devastated" And Kayla nodded because, yes, that was true, he would be, "And I wasn't just gonna leave you here Kayla... I was worried" And she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "So I stayed"

"Wow, uh..." Kayla muttered, touched by his concern and a little bit guilty over the fact that she could hear in his voice that he cared... quite a bit, "Thanks" She sent him a sideways smile, "That's sweet of you" And Isaac turned his head to the side, blue eyes never leaving hers, "But if you do wanna join them now, you can... they're your friends, your pack"

"You're my friend too" Isaac pointed out, "And anyway... who knows what the hell they're up to now anyway, I would rather stay here" He lifted his hand and patted her leg, "I'm settled and-"

"Ow... ow, ow, ow" She interrupted, flinching slightly, "Bad leg, bad leg"

"Oh crap" Isaac cursed, lifting his hand off her thigh as she flinched lightly, "Sorry... oh god... does it hurt?" He asked in concern, eyes wide as he leaned forward, raising his arms like he didn't know what to do.

"Oh no, not at _all_" She said sarcastically, relaxing back against the pillows as the throbbing pain was still there but starting to wear off, "Jesus Isaac..."

"Sorry" He cringed, wincing slightly, "I forgot"

"It's okay" Kayla said quietly, sending him a small smile, "Honest mistake"

"I'm such an idiot" He chuckled, shaking his head at himself, "You okay?" She looked up, startled by how close he was, forehead lowered in concern as she met his gaze.

"Uh... yeah, totally" She said quietly, clearing her throat nervously as he looked at her with these big doe eyes, glistening with care and concern, "Isaac uh... can I ask you something?"

"Shoot" He told her honestly, still not moving away from her, not that he could anyway considering he was like 6"2 and cramped next to her in a single bed.

"You, uh..." She chuckled at how stupid this was going to sound, "We haven't really talked about this" She started to say but that just seemed to make him even more confused as he looked at her like she was a little bit nuts, "Us" She confirmed and Isaac glanced down awkwardly, avoiding her intense gaze.

"Oh...right, yeah... 'us'" Isaac muttered, "Kayla, I-"

"Look, I'm gonna be straight with you, no pussy-footing about because things will just escalate and people will get hurt and that's just stupid so..." She sucked in a deep breath, "You're my friend... I never thought that six months ago but here we are and I love you for that, I do, you're a nice loyal guy but... that's all" She tried to ignore his crestfallen look, "And if that's going to be a problem then-"

"It's not, not a problem" Isaac rushed out, "I get it, you... you l-love... love..." He trailed off, eyes glazing over.

"I love Stiles" She finished his sentence for him, feeling guilty all over again for no apparent reason, "I really do and... well, I doubt that will change any time soon"

"I know" Isaac nodded, giving her a saddened smile, "And it's okay Hale" He nudged her gently, "You two are great together... I don't wanna ruin that" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows, shocked that he accepted that statement so... gracefully...

"So... friends?" She asked meekly, trying for a small smile, "I kinda need you to keep bringing me toffee popcorn" She joked light-heartedly and that cheered him up as he laughed airily, the previous serious conversation forgotten.

"Oh I see how it is" He muttered with a smirk, "You've been banned from jell-O so you need me to be your dealer is that it?" And she chuckled but nodded all the same.

"Naturally" She replied with a smile, "This girl has a sweet tooth" and just then the door opened and in walked a nurse dressed in shrubs, a clipboard in hand and as soon as she saw them she stopped short, mouth forming a big 'O'.

"Oh... sorry Miss Hale, I didn't mean to interrupt you and your boyfriend" She smiled apologetically, hugging the clipboard to her chest, "I hope you're looking after her Mr... uh-"

"Lahey, Isaac Lahey" He smiled and Kayla just gaped between the two because boyfriend? _Boyfriend_? Since bloody when? And why the hell wasn't he correcting her? Just because they were both sitting there rather close together on a single bed that didn't mean _anything_, "And yeah... just about to confiscate her stash" He said in a staged whisper, pointing down to the bed covers loaded with unhealthy snacks, "Honestly _babe_" He joked, biting the side of his lip as she just glared at him fiercely, "You've gotta watch you're blood pressure love" And oh boy did she so wanna kill him just about now.

"He's right you know" The nurse agreed in a slightly disproving voice, striding forward so she was next to the bed, "We don't want to cause anymore problems, do we?"

"No we certainly do not" Isaac agreed, his voice unusually controlled and sounding like he was sucking up to that nurse just to piss her off and oh boy was it working, "Aw, c'mon sweetcheeks, don't frown" He cooed jokingly, tilting her chin up as she increased her glare, because if she had full use of her legs right now she would kick him so hard in the crotch he wouldn't ever be able to reproduce, or if she really got into it, ever use _that_ for the rest of his life, "I'm just trying to help" And wow she was getting better at her self control because he was still breathing.

"So cute" The nurse gushed, smiling down at them, "Young love..."

"Young love my ass" Kayla raged, swivelling her head between the two idiots residing in her hospital room, "What the hell? Seriously?" She stared at Isaac, "Have you lost your frigging mind?!"

"She's a bit stressed" Isaac told the nurse sympathetically, "Ignore her" He then smiled widely, "But I'll be sure and keep a close eye on her" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Kayla just clenched her jaw because payback was a real bitch, "I'll look after her"

The nurse smiled, eyes turning all gooey, "I know you will" And wow... idiot, "You're in good hands Miss Hale" And with that the nurse nodded to them both before leaving the room, presumingly giving them both 'space' to do whatever the hell she thought they were doing... which they _so_ weren't.

And when the door closed Isaac erupted into ear splitting laughter, his free arm holding his side that no doubt was getting stitches from laughing so damn much.

"Oh god... that was hilarious" He managed to get out, "Your face... ahaha... priceless" And she glared at him before mustering up all her energy and channelling her upper body strength, "Yeah?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice, "Try this for priceless" And then she shoved him sideways, grinning in delight at his shocked and panicked expression before he slipped off the side of the bed and fell face first to the floor below.

"That'll show you Lahey" Kayla chuckled, leaning sideways to smile at him, "And for that you're officially going to have to sit on a hard plastic chair and not my bed" He pouted up at her, eyes turning pleading, "Aw... sorry _boyfriend_" She mocked, "I think I just owned your ass" And Kayla completely forgot that Isaac was looking at her with lovey doe eyes because things just seemed...normal for once, like they were just two friends hanging out and that was all it was - at least it was to her.

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><p>"This is nice" Kayla murmured tiredly, adjusting her head on Stiles' chest, breathing deeply, inhaling his woody and natural smell, "Like... <em>really<em> nice"

"Mm mmm" He agreed, his free hand stroking her hair softly while his other one played with her fingers that was resting against his stomach, "For a hospital room it is surprisingly peaceful"

She let out a small scoff, "Not when you've been here for the past two weeks" She said, "But if anyone ever asks about this it's because I'm drugged up on morphine but... it's better with you here" And her head was a little fuzzy as the nurses upped her ante of morphine because they removed the large metal brace screwed into her leg... only to replace it with a slightly smaller, less alien like one, "And you smell really nice" And she felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"You're completely out of it Kaylz" She heard Stiles observe and she just nodded, the room spinning slightly as she stared out straight ahead of her in a daze, "But... thanks"

"Y'know..." She muttered in a sort of drunken haze, "I kinda love you Stiles... and by kinda I mean a lot... like... _waaaaaaay_ a lot – does that make sense?"

"Not at all" And Kayla pushed herself up at Stiles' amused voice, her arms resting on his chest as she stared into his molten gold eyes and in her drugged up, hazy, bleary, wacky state, she suddenly turned into William bloody Wordsworth, "I think you're amazing and funny and smart and special... like, uber special" Her words sounded sluggish and drawled out though, "And did I mention special?"

"Several times" Stiles smirked, playing with the ends of her hair, "Do you wanna get some sleep or...?"

"Nu uh" She shook her head, probably looking like a dog drying to dry itself but hey, she was drugged up, what do you expect? "I want to speak with you" She leaned in closer so they were almost nose to nose, "And sleep is for the weak, no sleep for me"

Stiles laughed, one hand gently rubbing her shoulder, "Kaylz, baby... trust me, you need to sleep" He tried to encourage her but she was having none of it, "I'll be here when you wake up"

"But what if I wanna kiss you" She pouted, pressing her forehead against his, "And... wow... I feel a little tipsy" She muttered, like she only just realised that before laughing lightly, holding the sides of Stiles' neck, "Kiss me Stiles" And with that she pressed herself forward and if she could move her leg she would've straddled his lap but alas, she couldn't, so she just let her eyelids flutter shut, her hazy need of Stiles overtaking all her other senses in that moment in time.

It seemed Stiles was slightly shocked at her sudden outburst but none the less the hand that was playing with her chestnut tendrils soon tangled itself in her hair, securing them both together as his other hand latched onto her waist, keeping her steady against him.

"Stiles... mmmm" She muttered against his lips as they worked their way over hers, "When are you ever gonna tell me your real name?" And the soon-to-be mega hot kiss suddenly stopped as Stiles pulled back, his mouth gaping like a fish, blushing lightly.

"Uh... hopefully never" He answered back, causing her to pout, "It's just bleh"

"It won't be bleh" She disagreed, "Anything to do with you is not bleh... it's so far away from bleh it's like... like... helb" She lisped, "Ha, see what I did there?... helb... helb... _bleh_" And Stiles chuckled, leaning back against the pillows, keeping their bodies close together on the cramped bed.

"Kaylz... my name is Stiles, let's just stick with that for now hmmm?"

"But _whhhhhhy_?" She drawled out, pushing her bottom lip out, "I bet it's sexy"

"Heh... yeah, _right_" He scoffed sarcastically, "It's _so_ not"

"Let me be the judge of that" She slurred out, "I really wanna know"

"You're never gonna know" He disagreed light-heartedly, shaking his head at her, "My lips are forever sealed"

"But I... I..." She blinked a couple of times, clearing the bright stars that shot across her vision, "Why don't you wanna tell me?" She looked at him sadly, "Don't you trust me?"

"I trust you" Stiles answered back, rubbing soothing circles on her back, "But if I tell you you have to keep it a secret" He warned her playfully, "And still call me Stiles – deal?"

"So deal" She exclaimed loudly and full of excitement, "Oooooh... whisper it to me" She leaned forward as he laughed but pressed his lips to her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin as he mouthed out the syllables to her quietly, like he was afraid someone was going to overhear.

"So... what do you think?" He asked nervously, pulling back "Wanna run for the hills or...?"

She just shook her head, her fingertips running over his soft lips, "It's perfect" She muttered, feeling even more out of it than before, "And lovely and amazing and I love you for it" And wow... when she was out of it she got really deep, "I so wanna call you that in bed though" And that made him laugh in relief as she lay down next to him, burying her head into his chest, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat calming her down and relaxing her.

"Permission granted" His hands softly stroked her hair, his chin resting atop her head.

"Love you" Kayla muttered through a wide yawn, letting out a contentful sigh as her eyes drifted shut.

"Love you more" Was the only words she heard before falling into a blackened slumber.

**A/N) YAY Fluff and stuff... I know its a bit short but I had to put something up ha, so I really do hope you enjoyed this chappie and your thoughts below would be awesome you lovely folk... next UD super soon, thanks again and happy new year x :)**


	99. Chapter 99 - Roomies

**Disclaimer: Teen wolf is nay mine folks – ahhhh,99 chapters, almost 100, and that's because of all you awesome people, you rock, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter :) x**

"Urghhhhhhh.. stop being so annoying and just do what I'm telling you to do" Kayla let out in a frustrated voice, "I mean it before I kill everyone and everything you love" Still no response or sign of cooperation, "Urghh, you utter piece of crap" She raged, ripping up the blue paper in aggravation, probably resembling a mad woman but she didn't care as tears of frustration rushed to her eyes and _oh my god_... was she seriously going to have a breakdown over wrapping paper?

"Bad time?" A voice asked and Kayla looked up from her hospital bed, tears blurring her vision as she saw Isaac leaning against the door frame, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes" She answered truthfully, "I feel like going on a murdering spree"

"That doesn't sound good" He sent her a small smile, walking into the room, "What're you doing?"

"Probably giving myself a lot of paper cuts" She gave up, pushing away the bundle of items and wrapping paper away from her, sick of looking at it, "Or in other words trying to wrap a present" She sighed loudly, "But I can't even do that" She angrily tugged at all the cables attached to her, pumping drugs into her system and stabilising her lung until she was ready to fully breathe on her own, "What kind of an idiot can't even wrap a present?"

"You're not an idiot" Isaac disagreed, propping himself beside her on the bed, "What's the occasion?"

She looked up at him with wide clear eyes, "It's Stiles' birthday today and me, being the best girlfriend in the world, can't even wrap a bloody present" she commented sarcastically, "After all he's done for me I'm having a crisis over stupid wrapping paper" She let out an aggravated sigh, And he's gonna be here soon and... urghhhh" She met Isaac's concerned gaze, "Sorry, I didn't mean to unload on you"

"It's okay" He smiled lightly, "So what did you get him?" He asked curiously, glancing down at her lap and she just shrugged because she really did suck at getting presents.

"One of the original Batman comics" She answered, "And he has a soft spot for The Beatles so I managed to find a signed record and, uh... it kills me to say this but his favourite baseball team is the Mets and-"

"-Oh cool, I love the Mets" And Kayla glared at him, narrowing her eyes, "But judging by the glare you're giving me you... don't?" And she just intensified her glare.

"No I don't, I like the Yankees" And he gave her a distasteful stare, "Don't give me that look Lahey, the Yankees rock" She defended her favourite team like her life depended on it, "So I got him a signed baseball by his favourite player, 'the great whoever, blah bah blah'" She quoted, "And that's about it... except for a voucher for the hundred cheeseburgers that I've owed him for the past like... nine months" And Isaac's eyebrows about reached his hairline, "What? Does it suck?" She asked, her stomach dropping.

"Wha... n-no that... that sounds amazing" Isaac smiled, "I mean... wow... you put a lot of effort into that huh?" He asked, still looking shocked and Kayla just shrugged.

"Uh... sorta... I dunno" She glanced down at her lap, "But he's gonna be here and I can't even wrap this crap" And the frustration was evident in her voice, "I suck"

"You don't suck" He objected, scooting over next to her, "Here... lemme help" he gently took the gifts off her lap, rolling out some new, untorn, paper.

"It's easy when you think about it" He said gently and Kayla watched his face, watched the soft features and gentle look with a hint of concentration as he slowly wrapped it up, "And trust me...if someone like you got me something like this I would be very happy, Stiles will love it" And Kayla felt herself believing him, "I mean... you've been stuck in this hospital for ages and you still take the time to worry about Stiles' birthday... he'll love whatever you get him" And she smiled lightly as he 'aha'd', holding up the neatly wrapped gift, looking pleased with himself, "See? Easy" He looked over at her, "No need to have a breakdown Hale" And she laughed airily, worry leaving her body as she pulled him down into a hug, squeezing him to death.

"Thank you Lahey... you're not half bad you know" She whispered, leaning her chin on his shoulder, "It means a lot"

There was a pause as his arms gingerly wrapped around her waist, like he wasn't sure if this was entirely acceptable, "No problem Hale... glad I could help" And she heard the door open and looked up, eyes clashing with Stiles' who blinked a couple of times, like double checking what he was seeing was real.

"Hey" She greeted, pulling back from Isaac, a smile lighting up her features, "Look who it is... the birthday boy – is that a grey hair I see?" She joked as Isaac leaned away from her, giving Stiles an awkward look before ducking from her bed, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah... happy birthday mate" Isaac said, giving Stiles a brief smile, "I'll just, uh... go" He nodded his head towards the door, "And, y'know... leave you two to it"

"Uh... okay, thanks?" That came from Stiles but it sounded more like a question than a statement as Isaac brushed past him and was out the door in two seconds flat and okay... awkward.

"Wow... there was very little jealously there, well done" Kayla clapped her hands together a couple of times, "You're learning lover boy" And eventually he shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he sent her a heart stopping smile.

"Gold star for me then" He winked at her as he plonked himself down next to her, throwing his legs up on the bed, "And thanks, but I do feel really old"

"You're seventeen Stiles, not seventy" She chuckled, nudging his arm, "If that's old then our grandparents must be like ancient"

"They're very ancient" Stiles agreed, "I mean, have you seen my grandmother's wrinkles?"

"In extensive detail" Kayla nodded as Stiles looked at her, intertwining their fingers, "Ooooh, is that for me?" He asked, reverting back to sounding like an excited eight year old.

"No, it's for my other boyfriend's birthday" She joked sarcastically, "But uh... just in case you don't like it maybe open it somewhere else?" She suggested, cringing, "I hate giving people presents"

"Trust me, I'll love it" Stiles smiled, raising their clasped hands and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, "I love anything from you"

"Cheesy" Kayla shot back with a laugh, "But uh... I guess you can" she gave in, "But if you hate it just say" She warned, "Don't pretend just for my benefit"

"I won't" He vowed, eagerly taking the package and ripping it open like an excited child at Christmas as Kayla watched apprehensively, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Oh" He muttered, sounding in shock as Kayla deflated, trying to gauge his reaction "Wow... Kayla..." He pushed away the blue wrapping paper, "Baby... this is amazing" He suddenly gushed, "Oh my god... and this is... with the... and that's... _A signed baseball_?" He exclaimed loudly, "Holy god, you're the best" He exclaimed, suddenly grabbing her forward and crushing her to his chest, "You're the bestest of the best" And Kayla just hugged him back, feeling elated at his happiness.

"So safe to say you like it then?" She chuckled as he pulled back, a bright smile plastered over his face.

"Do I...? Of course I like it, I _love_ it" His hands slinked up to the sides of her neck as he leaned down, crashing his lips to hers in a heated kiss and wow... that was definitely not the reaction she was expecting but, hey ho, she wasn't complaining.

His lips were warm and soft, moving over hers with intensity and longing, his tongue brushing across her lower lip as one hand tangled in her hair and the other moved down to grip at her waist, pulling her against his chest.

Kayla was in a slight daze, her mind fogged up as he started slowing down, pressing his forehead against hers, his lips still touching hers with the slightest of pressure, "I love it... thank you" He whispered quietly before a small chuckle escaped his lips, warm breath washing over Kayla's face, "And how the hell am I going to eat a hundred cheeseburgers?" He asked her in amazement and she just laughed lightly.

"Hey, a promise is a promise" She told him, "A very late promise but you got your cheeseburgers, whether you choose to eat them is up to you" She patted his chest, "But the voucher does expire in three months so get on that, yeah?"

Stiles smirked at her, pressing another kiss to her lips, "Guess we've got the next three months of dates sorted then" And Kayla couldn't think of anything better.

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><p>"Miss Hale, where an <em>earth<em> do you think you're going?" A familiar voice exclaimed and 'oh shit', she was caught again – Jesus Christ, this leg was going to be the downfall of her one way or another. If she could walk at least somewhat properly she would have been out of here like a shot a long time ago but had been reduced to stumbling down the corridor like some drunk mess – which she wasn't, well, maybe a little tipsy but that's _all_.

"Uh... going to the... bathroom?" She lied, just as smooth as crunchy peanut butter, looking up from the restricted corridor to see Doctor Meyer raising his eyebrows disapprovingly.

"There's a bathroom in your room Miss Hale... a floor above you" And she just shrugged sheepishly because, dammit, she took the restricted corridor because it was dark and gloomy and looked like it hadn't been used in a while, hence a lesser chance of getting caught – well, supposed to anyway, "But it seems your little escape plan may have just worked in my favour because the physio therapy department is just in front of you" And Kayla groaned, rolling her eyes as the lights of the corridor got flickered on and just ahead of her was Lydia, Stiles and Isaac smiling at her and Lydia had the nerve to give a little sarcastic wave, as if to say 'your plans suck Kayla'

"You have got to be kidding me" She groaned, sending her friends a glare before swivelling her head back around to Doctor Meyers, "Seriously? I don't need physio" She disagreed because she had been stuck in this hospital for the past three god damn weeks and she was ready to pull her hair out by this point.

"I disagree" The doctor said smugly, coming up behind her with a wheelchair, "You suffered an open femur fracture and that in itself was bad enough without also being shattered in two other places and breaking your hip"

"A light break" Kayla pointed out, "And I quote, 'A very fine fracture'" Kayla just rolled her eyes, "And my hip is fine, the x-ray yesterday proved that"

"And as well as building the bone and muscle back up in your thigh, we also have to strengthen the ligaments and muscle around your knee after the dislocation" He carried on talking, pointing down at the wheelchair, "Now please sit Miss Hale, we don't want to cause any more damage"

"I'll give you damage" She muttered, ignoring the laughs she heard from her friends, "Can you believe this?" She demanded of them, raising her eyebrows because they were bound to be on her side... right? "I mean... this is insane right?"

"Not as insane as you trying to break out twenty three times in the time you've been here" Stiles smiled, biting the side of his lip to quieten down his chuckles, "So no Kaylz... I think the Doc is right" And she just clenched her jaw, looking at Isaac and Lydia for some back up.

"Hey, I'm with Stilinski on this one" Isaac held up his hands in surrender, looking far too amused by all of this than Kayla wanted him to be, "And you're just being too stubborn to admit that"

"I am _not_" She screeched loudly, "Oh my god... Lydia help me out on this one?" She practically pleaded but her best friend just puckered her lips, pretending to be stuck in thought.

"Hmmmm... no" She smacked her lips together, "Sit your cute ass in that chair right now" She sent Kayla a dazzling smile, "Because you can't win on this one Kayla" And Kayla just bit her cheek, glaring at the whole lot of them.

"You all suck" She dead-panned, pointing at them all in turn, "Like so much, mega much, sucky to the point where I just want to rugby tackle you to the ground"

"Well you'll need to do your physio for that Hale" Isaac's smug voice floated to her ears as she heard her friends snort in amusement and holy god... she would sucker punch them all if they weren't very very _very_ careful.

"Why you little-"

"Okay Miss Hale, gently does it" Doctor Meyer interrupted, carefully guiding her backwards into the wheelchair, "Very good Miss Hale"

"You've seen me naked on the operating table, I think we're past the formalities don't you?" She sassed, wheeling her forward, "Call me Kayla" And with a roll of her eyes she sent a mild glare to her friends as she sat in front of them, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Awwww, c'mon Kaylz... smile" Stiles smiled brightly, nudging Lydia's arm, "It's not that bad"

"How about I kick you so hard in the crotch you won't be able to sit down for like a month" She smiled sickly sweetly, batting her eyelids, "And the same goes for you" She pointed directly at Isaac who soon shut up his laughing, his eyes going wide, "Just because I have one leg doesn't mean I can't use it doubly well" She warned and the doctor must've seen Stiles' and Isaac's shocked and slightly fearful looks because he just chuckled, wheeling her past them and into a very spacious and well lit open room with wooden floors, filled with lots of different training equipment.

"I'm going to leave you in the very capable hands of Miss Reynolds" And the small brunette woman looked up upon hearing her name, "Rebecca, this is Miss Hale, the one with the extensive breakages and, uh... person responsible for Mrs Taylor's bad hip"

"Again with the whole 'Miss Hale' thing – I thought we established this, naked, near death operation, _Kayla_" She rolled her eyes, "And that was a complete accident – I wouldn't have done that road rage incident if she didn't go and get her handbag stuck in the back wheel" And of course she was referring to a week earlier when she tried to steal some jell-O with an old lady's mobility aid buggy, "So it was nice meeting you but I must be off, loads of things to do" And with that she nodded her head, grabbing ahold of the arm rests and trying to push herself up but a gentle pair of hands held her in place, the familiar smell of cologne tingling her nostrils.

"I've cleared your non existent schedule Kaylz" Stiles chuckled, leaning down to now whisper in her ear, lips brushing over her skin, "Just give it a go... for me?" And damn him, damn him royally because when he turned on his cute pleading voice he knew she always almost gave in.

At least he wasn't looking at her because if she saw those molten gold eyes she would be a puddle on the floor by now.

"Um..." She muttered, loosing her stubbornness into an endless void, "Okay, fine" She gave up, throwing her hands in the air, "Fine, whatever, I'm all yours" And 'Miss Reynolds' smiled brightly.

"You're a miracle worker" She winked at Stiles playfully, "So, Kayla-" She held out her hand, her long brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, "You can call me Rebecca and for the next sixteen weeks I'll be your-"

"_Sixteen weeks?" _Kayla practically screamed in shock, "What? Are you mad?"

"Minimal of sixteen weeks" Rebecca corrected, not looking fazed by her outburst, "Kayla, you had a serious accident and went through a lot of corrective surgery... it _will_ take time"

"Time my ass, I'm outta here" And she stood up, keeping her weight off her bad leg because sixteen weeks? Jesus, she really was in hell.

"Not so fast Hale" Isaac was there before anyone could even realise what she was doing, "Let's not make it twenty four escape tries, yeah?" And before she could even blink Isaac had picked her up around the waist and tucked her under his arm like she weighed nothing, "Where do you want her?"

"Over there" Rebecca pointed ahead of them to an open space with two bars about an arm width apart, "We'll start with practice walking and go from there" And then Isaac carried her over, ignoring her protests.

"What am I, a sack of bloody flour? Let me down" But he just ignored her, again, "Lahey, I mean it" She warned through gritted teeth, but again all she got was silence, "_Lahey_" And eventually he did let her down gently as she gripped at the bars for support.

"Very good" Rebecca praised, "Now Kayla-" She started to say, walking ahead of her so she was in front of her, her arms out ready like she was going to have to catch her, "Your leg is incredibly weak so I want you to use these bars to hold yourself up" And Kayla was breathing heavily by this point because learning how to walk again? God give her strength! "And it will be painful so please just be very careful okay?" And someone just kill her now please...!

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><p>"So are you sure Derek won't mind if I kidnap you for a few hours?" Stiles asked apprehensively, raising his eyebrows at her, "I won't wake up tomorrow with all my limbs detached, right?"<p>

"Actually I'm sure he'll thank you" Kayla shrugged, hopping through the Stilinski front door on her crutches, "We started bickering about Peter then Soccer and somehow it escalated to an intense argument about Pizza, he'll probably want you to keep me" She joked as she heard Stiles close the door, dumping their stuff on the floor.

"I'm fine with that" He grinned, placing a hand on the small of her back and guiding her towards the living room, "No argument there Kaylz" And she stopped short, sucking in a deep breath.

"Urghhh, I hate crutches" She groaned, "Can't I just walk?"

"No" Stiles immediately said, "You know what the physio said-"

"Weakened bone, blah blah blah, stop the healing process, blah blah, blah, and she looks like twenty, how can she be a trained physio?"

"She's twenty five Kaylz" Stiles corrected her as Kayla just raised her eyebrows at him.

"Oh... getting cosy with my physio are we?" She asked, a slight hint of teasing in her voice.

"Wha... no, not at all" Stiles shook his head wildly, "No, yuck, no... I mean sure, she's pretty and nice but not in that way, I don't like her in that way" And Kayla had to stifle her laughter as Stiles got all flustered, "I... I just... no, uhhh, you're just messing with me aren't you?" He asked, realisation finally dawning on him.

"Hell yeah" Kayla chuckled, "Because it's just _so_ funny"

"Ha-ha" Stiles kissed the side of her head, "Now sit that cute butt of yours down and relax" He instructed, "I'll make us some coffee" He made his way towards the kitchen, "Anything else I can get you?" He called out from the kitchen as Kayla stumbled over towards the coach, practically falling on it, blowing some hair away from her face as she dumped those god awful crutches on the floor.

"Uh..." She hummed, thinking it over, "You got any chocolate?" She asked and then Stiles peaked his head around the door frame, smiling cheekily.

"I always keep in a special stash of chocolate because my girlfriend happens to be a raging chocoholic" He smirked, "Gimme a minute" And with that he disappeared again as quick as lightning and Kayla could barely keep up with him – before she could, no problem, she was always racing about too but now she was stuck in this slow motion like state and she absolutely hated it.

So she just settled herself down, wincing slightly as she jolted her leg and angrily slapped the black brace attached to her bare leg – it was better than a metal one anyway.

God, she would be glad when the bones in her leg healed and she could walk again... it would be like a dream come true. To be able to train again, to run, to drive a car, not use those stupid ass crutches like a third and fourth leg, to kick some ass... she missed it all so much.

She was snapped from her daydream as Stiles reappeared beside her, jolting her back into reality.

"I have an infinite amount of reese's here" He announced, dropping an armful of them to the couch below, "Do you think that will keep you going?"

"Indefinitely" She answered with a smile, "You're like the best boyfriend... ever"

"I don't know about 'ever'..." He trailed off, chuckling lightly, "But I'm glad you approve"

"I so approve" She smiled, pulling him forward, "One hundred percent" And with that she kissed him passionately, arms wrapping around his neck and laying down, pulling him on top of her and Stiles seemed a bit shocked at her sudden outburst of intimacy but he handled it well... as well as can be expected really.

He held himself up by his arms, keeping his weight off her but she still felt his stomach brushing across hers with the slightest of pressure, making sure to keep his body to the side as to not put any pressure on her broken leg as she allowed her fingernails to trail up and down his back before slyly slipping her hand up the back of his shirt, her palm pressing against his bare skin as she clung to him desperately, their lips moulding together perfectly.

Then, just as she got really into the moment, her free hand trying to undo the button and zipper on his pants she heard the front door close and Stiles pulled away from her as if he got burned, his cheeks turning flaming red.

"Oh, uh... um... hey dad" He greeted awkwardly, biting his lip as he glanced down at her before looking down again, "How's it going?"

"Um..." The sheriff seemed speechless for a moment, "Good, yeah... nice to see you Kayla" He nodded his head towards her as she waved as Stiles manoeuvred himself off her, helping her sit up.

"I should probably, uh... knock" The sheriff muttered before furrowing his eyebrows, "Except this is sort of my house so..."

"My fault sheriff" Kayla chuckled, "I ambushed your son – guess I'm just glad to get out of that damn hospital"

"Yeah, it's good to see you out and about Kayla" The sheriff smiled lightly, "How are you feeling?"

"Loads better thanks" And it was only Stiles that still looked awkwardly, staring between the two like he couldn't believe they could talk normally after getting caught having a really intense make out session, "No machines or annoying nurses and definitely no sucky hospital food – life's great"

The sheriff laughed, "Well, how about I try and make dinner for all of us – I can't guarentee it's any better but... well, that is if you don't have to go home yet?"

"I'm free" Kayla shrugged, "Derek is trying to find more, uh... 'suitable accommodation' so it's best to stay out of his way anyway" She shrugged and the sheriff sat down opposite them in his brown leather arm chair, his features morphing into one of thought.

"Do you think you maybe want to... I don't know... stay here for a while?" He asked and Kayla looked between him and Stiles in astonishment.

"Uh... sure, yeah, I can stay for dessert" She nodded her head.

"No, no I mean..._ stay here_" He emphasised, "For the summer... until Derek finds somewhere for you to live... we can't have you homeless, can we?" And Kayla's eyes went wide in shock.

"You... mean... that?" She muttered, looking at Stiles who looked just as shocked, "Like... seriously?"

"Yes, of course" The sheriff laughed, "Keep the both of you out of mischief" He joked, "That sound good?"

"Um..." She looked at Stiles whose shocked face dissolved into a cheerful one, "Wow, uh..."

"Wanna move in with me?" Stiles smirked, sending her a wink and Kayla just laughed but managed a nod as Stiles brought their lips back together as the sheriff's eyes twinkled as he stood up because, hand on heart, he actually looked forward to this summer now – it would be interesting, that's for sure.

**A/N) 99 CHAPTERS?OMG! Well I hope y'all enjoyed this chappie and I would really appreciate any and all thoughts you lovely people, you all rock x :)**

**Also... the sequel to this story is going to be called... dun dun dun...**

**DEADLY INTENTIONS-**

**Lydia explores more banshee powers and faces a big threat from 'the beyond'...**

**Isaac meets someone he thought was gone forever...**

**Scott deals with a big change in his life...**

**Stiles has to cope with some more guilt and the fact that blood will be on his hands...**

**Allison deals with some emotional turmoil...**

**Derek has to face up to one of the biggest mistakes he has ever done and learn that his actions always have consequences...**

**And Kayla deals with an addiction she has tried to cope with for so long... as well as a murderous alpha of an ex boyfriend returning to cause more drama...**

**A longer and in depth summary and sneak peek nect chapter :) x**


	100. Chapter 100 - Eichen House and Heather

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me (sad face) Anyways thanks all for reviewing and favourting/following, I honestly cant believe how many people follow this story so thanks a bunch and I hope you like this – THE 100TH CHAPTER OMG ha :) x**

"C'mon Kayla you can do this...it's just like surfing a wave... which you can't do but whatever, just suck it up, suck it up Hale" Kayla muttered supposed-to-be words of encouragement to herself as she screwed her face up in concentration, tongue sticking into her cheek as she tried to manoeuvre the damn crutches onto the stairs without jolting her leg and just FYI, it seemed easy but she felt rather top heavy at the moment.

"Urghhh bloody hell, stop that" Kayla groaned to no one in particular, glaring down at her leg but that made her lose concentration as she let out a small yelp as her foot hit one of the crutches and she pitched forward, tumbling down the stairs, rolling over and over before skidding on the final few, sliding down them and onto the wooden floor of the hallway on her stomach.

"Bleh" She muttered to herself, spitting out the strands of hair that were stuck in her mouth, pushing herself up onto her elbows and looking around blearily, groaning to herself as she cursed her stupidity and those damn crutches – damn them to hell.

"You have got to be kidding me" She whispered quietly, trying to push herself up into a sitting position, "Idiot Hale, complete and utter idiot" And just then she heard a surprised sound of exclamation and looked up to see Stiles standing over her, his eyebrows cocked.

"Kaylz... what an earth are you doing?" He let out, shocked, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, thought we established this" She answered straight away without hesitation as he helped her to her feet steadily, "And it's just a flight of stairs, it's easy" But he just gave her a somewhat amused yet highly disbelieving glance, "Well, _theoretically_ it should be easy but..."

"I think you're crazy" He laughed lightly, handing her the crutches, "And don't give me that look, you have to use them" He objected, chastising her like she was a child and Kayla groaned but took them anyway.

"Fine... but for the record it's like walking with extra large chopsticks as arms" And she saw Stiles smile down at her as he tucked some hair behind her ear.

"It won't be for much longer" He replied, his fingertips grazing across her cheekbone, "Trust me" And she let out a small playful pout but nodded all the same, just about to lean up and give him a grateful kiss but the sound of someone calling out his name stopped them both in their tracks.

A very female voice that called out his name.

Kayla scrunched her eyebrows together, leaning back and looking over his shoulder in confusion as she briefly saw Stiles cringe as if to say 'oh dear god'.

A petite little blonde thing looked around the corner of the door frame, her eyes bright and wide and looking, how could Kayla put this? Sort of drop dead gorgeous. She was slim and small, probably not much bigger than five foot one or two, and seemed very 'done up' – long blonde hair was lightly curled, well done make up and bright pink lipstick applied wearing a skimpy little floral floaty top and a pair of dark jeans accompanied by a pair of wedges – and even wearing those few inch heels she wouldn't even reach Kayla's height.

And, for whatever reason, Kayla glanced down self-consciously... which was weird because she was never self conscious – _at all. _Maybe it was the whole leg thing, making her feel vulnerable and useless, but next to a really pretty girl she suddenly felt very... not herself at all. Compared to whoever the hell this strange girl was Kayla was the complete opposite – make up free face, messy hair... like uber messy, top level in the bed hair category, a baggy faded Elvis Presley bed shirt and a pair of cloth shorts and _of course_ couldn't forget about the empire building sized brace on her leg, just like the damn cherry on top.

"Um... hi?" Kayla greeted-slashed-asked, trying to be as polite as possible and not just demand who the hell this stranger was because, as Stiles put it, she really did have to work on her 'people skills'.

"Hiya" She, it, _whatever_, replied back in a chirpy voice though she looked sort of out of place, glancing between her and Stiles in a daunting realisation, "I'm Heather" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows because a pretty name as well? Damn her.

"Kayla" She replied back, trying for a smile but it probably came out forced because... was she actually... _jealous_? Oh god... no way, please no way.

It fell silent between all three of them, an awkward endless silence ringing through their ears and Kayla was just about to excuse herself and leave the other two doing... whatever the hell it was they were doing because she interrupted them, she should be the one to leave right?

"Kaylz... _Heather_" Stiles emphasised, his eyes going wide and his leg started bouncing up and down nervously, "Remember? Known each-other since we were in diapers... _that_ Heather" and she felt realisation dawn on her because, oh yeah... Heather – been on-off friends since they were in the sandpit though she entered a different friend group in middle school and they only talked on occasions – but somehow that didn't make her feel any better.

"Oh right... _that_ Heather, yeah..." Kayla nodded, "Eh... it's nice to meet you" Kayla chirped out, holding out her crutch and Heather looked down at it briefly before dubiously gripping the end of it and shaking it lightly, eyebrows furrowed, "I remember... well, I don't remember-remember just Stiles telling me... about you... and stuff..." She trailed off, trying for another smile, "So... I should be off and y'know, do things" She was about to hop away but Stiles caught her arm gently.

"Kaylz shouldn't you, you know... get ready?" He suggested lightly, looking a hell of a lot more relieved that the little 'introduction' went smoothly, "Cos you're still wearing your PJ's" And yeah Stiles, thanks for reminding her.

"I know, new fashion" She shot back, smiling brightly, "Lydia was wanting to... do some stuff" She made up off the top of her head, "And if I'm late she'll have my head so..."

"Oh, okay" Stiles muttered, soundly slightly disappointed, "You sure you don't want to stay and watch a movie with us?" He tried to persuade her, "We have popcorn" He bargained, trying to coax her around with his heart stopping smile, "And Heather is awesome at making blueberry pancakes" And Kayla internally frowned because is there anything 'amazing' Heather couldn't do?, "And the complete back to the future box set... sure you don't wanna stay now?"

"No" Kayla said maybe just a bit too quickly, "I mean...no thanks" She shook her head, smiling, "Honestly, you two have fun" And she did mean that... sort of, it was nice to see Stiles with some normal friends doing normal activities and not having to worry about impending death anytime soon, even if that had to be in the form of a beautiful girl but, hey ho, she shouldn't be picky.

"Well... okay..." He muttered to himself, frowning lightly, "What are you going to do with Lydia?"

"Now, that-" She smiled widely, poking his chest, "Is top secret" She winked playfully, clearing the air and tension, "Like 007 secret"

"Hmmmm" He said under his breath, a smile breaking out over his features, "Is that so?"

"Very" She agreed as he slinked his hand down to the side of her neck, making her skin flush lightly, "So much"

"Don't have too much fun without me" He warned in a teasing voice before tilting her head up and pressing his lips to hers lightly with the slightest of pressure and holy hell... what, just _what_? It was slow and endearing, his soft warm lips caressing hers tenderly and for a second, just a second, it was like – Heather who? Until she heard a soft sigh from the girl in question and that snapped her from that rather intense moment and she pulled back, biting her lip.

"Right, okay well... " She nodded at Stiles before using all her willpower and smiling at Heather, "It was really nice to meet you"

"Likewise" Ha – yeah right?

And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse she turned around and promptly walked into the door frame. Just bloody fantastic.

"Oh... ow... dash it" She muttered, rubbing her head, "Has that always been there?" She asked incredulously, making a complete fool of herself.

"Since the house was built, funnily enough" Stiles chuckled and Kayla just rolled her eyes, "I'll be looking into that" She replied back with a smirk before hobbling her way to the door and escaping through it, looking a complete mess and dressed in scrappy PJ's with no where to go.

Because she did lie about meeting up with Lydia, but just details right?

Kayla hurriedly pulled her cell from her bra, speed-dialing Lydia and praying to god she would answer.

And for once her prayers were answered as Lydia picked up on the third ring.

"Before you say anything I need a huge favour" Kayla interrupted Lydia before she could even speak, "Can you pick me up from Stiles' pronto?" She asked, "Actually, scrap that, right this very second?" She amended as she heard Stiles' and Heathers' laugh float through the open living room window.

"Only if you tell me why" She bargained and Kayla groaned, holding the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she hobbled down the couple of steps and down the path, trying with all her might to control these damn crutches.

"Because it turns out Heather is a very beautiful girl who likes time travel movies and can cook pancakes and did I mention she was incredibly pretty? Well, newsflash, she's smoking hot so can you get your ass round here ASAP please?" And the silence rang on the other end of the line.

"Oooooh, this sounds _juicy_" Lydia exclaimed and Kayla almost smiled at the excitement in her voice, "I'll be there in five minutes" And the line went dead and Kayla had to chuckle at Lydia's exuberance, someone that she could always rely on.

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><p>"Turn left up here... no, no, further up" Kayla let out quickly, pointing ahead of her dramatically.<p>

"You said here"

"I meant there"

"But you said 'here' and I'm pretty sure 'here' was back _there_"

"Well the new here is there" Kayla slid across the seat in Lydia's car and yanked the steering wheel to the left, "Take the next right"

"You mean this right or one of the next hundred rights?" Lydia sassed and Kayla just rolled her eyes good naturedly at Lydia, shaking her head.

"I mean _that_ right" And Lydia was as gracefully as ever managing to follow Kayla's sucky directions which was like a miracle – the girl should get a gold medal.

"So you still haven't told me where we're actually going" Lydia pointed up, glancing at her from the corner of her eye, "What plan are you cooking up?"

"Nothing" Kayla shrugged innocently, "I just figured if I told you then, well... you wouldn't come"

"Oh god... I bet it's illegal isn't it?" Lydia asked in dread, "Because I don't want a criminal record on my college application" And Lydia was thinking about college _already_? Oh wait, it's Lydia, of course she was thinking about college, silly her.

"It's a little illegal" Kayla admitted with a smile, "Only a little though"

"And what is your definition of 'illegal'?"

"Slight breaking and entering, minor computer hacking, minimal face bashing... you know, the usual" She shrugged and Lydia slammed on the brakes, jolting them forward.

"_What_?" She screeched loudly, "Kayla, have you lost your mind?"

"That's twice today someone's asked me that so I can say, for definite, absolutely" She nodded, "And if you help me I will prove to you how right you are, and in the literal sense"

"That sounds ominous"

"Very ominous" Kayla smirked, "But if you want you can just drop me off and I'll manage"

But Lydia gave her a dubious glance, "Pffft, on a broken leg? Yeah right, even you couldn't do that"

"Thanks so much" She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes good naturedly.

"I'll help" Lydia settled on saying, starting up the car again, "But so help me god if we get caught I will throw your ass to the lions, understood?"

"Completely" Kayla smiled, "Thanks Lyd, you're the best"

"I know" Lydia said confidently, smacking her lips together, "Now tell me, you've been putting it off the whole ride to wherever the hell we're going...who's Heather?" And Kayla glanced to the side and watched as Lydia kept shooting her hopeful glances from the corner of her eye, obviously wanting the gory details, "Is she like Stiles' bit on the side or something?"

"No" Kayla scoffed, almost laughing at the places Lydia's mind went, "They were friends since god knows when... sort of friends I guess... who knows, anyway she just sort of showed up? Weird" She frowned to herself, "They haven't spoken in months"

"Hmmmmm" Lydia hummed, eyebrows furrowing, "Very weird indeed"

"You think?" Kayla asked in dread, "You think that's weird?"

"It's a lot weird" Lydia confirmed, "Maybe she wants something?"

"Or maybe she just wants to be friends again?" Kayla suggested, "She seems... nice"

"Nice as in nice-I-want-to-steal-your-boyfriend or nice-I-want-to-secretly-kill-you-in-your sleep?" Lydia asked, "It has to be one of them"

"Or neither... I mean... I didn't get the impression she wanted to slit my throat"

"So it's the nice-I-want-to-steal-your-boyfriend then" Lydia decided, making up her mind for both of them, "Those are the worst"

"Nah... I don't think so" Kayla disagreed, "I got the friend vibe from her"

"Ahhhhhh" Lydia then muttered in realisation, "So he friend-zoned her? That's definitely what happened" She nodded as Kayla looked on confused, "It's like a damn parallel – Heather and Stiles, you and Isaac, this is classic"

"Wait, hold on a minute" Kayla sat up in her seat, heart dropping to her stomach, "I didn't friend-zone Isaac... he wants to be in the friend-zone, he told me"

"Did he?" Lydia smirked, "Or did he just say something along the lines of 'I don't want to be a homewrecker', blah blah, 'I understand blah blah'?" And Kayla bit her lip but nodded all the same, "That was him just accepting the friend-zone because he had to because you gave him no other option" And Kayla blinked slowly, processing what Lydia had said.

"Yeah, well...I... I don't... I thought we were talking about Heather?" She changed the subject quickly because why couldn't everyone just get on with everybody?

"We were" Lydia smiled brightly, like she knew she hit a nerve, "So what is she like?" She asked before slowing down, "Right or left?"

"Left" Kayla confirmed, "Petite, slim, blonde, stunning" She rolled her eyes, "But before you say anything I'm not jealous" She shook her head adamantly as Lydia just cocked an eyebrow, "Seriously... it'll do Stiles some good to have 'normal' friends that aren't somehow related to the supernatural world, he needs that" She nodded as Lydia softened her features.

"Okay, sure, he may need that but are you not even the teeniest tiny bit worried?" And Kayla paused, thinking that over but surprisingly she wasn't... much – she trusted Stiles and knew how much this friendship would benefit him and that over-rode any and all feelings of doubt and worry.

"Nope" She said, popping the 'p', smiling lightly, "I was slightly jealous of her because I was a right state back then and feel like such an ass with these damn crutches but I was just being stupid – let them have the day together and after our little 'Bond' mission we'll grab pizza, yeah?" And Lydia just gaped at her.

"Wow, uh... you must trust him a lot huh?" And Kayla nodded, "And be pretty secure about you two?" And again she nodded, thinking back to the way Stiles looked at her because no way could someone fake that, "Hmmm..." Lydia puckered her lips, "Good, I'm glad"

"That's it?" Kayla laughed, "No threats or predictions or the 'tell tale' signs from cosmopolitan?" She joked and Lydia sent her a mild glare.

"No, no threats or predictions or proven facts from cosmopolitan" She rolled her eyes, twirling some hair around her finger, "Allison explained that you're, like, a sex goddess or whatever" And Kayla smirked, "Seducing men and women... even best friends – so technically you should know about this stuff" And Kayla groaned.

"She told you about that?"

"You and Allison were about to go at it like rabbits and you think I wouldn't find out? _Please_" Lydia scoffed lightly, "Have some faith in me Kayla"

"But to be fair that wasn't _really_ me... I was just a little lost to the power of lust" She laughed openly, "And it was a kiss, it's not like we were ripping each other's clothes off"

"Close enough" Lydia smiled, eyes twinkling, "Okay, dead end, are you sure you gave me the right directions?"

"Like sixty percent sure" Kayla muttered, straining around in her seat, screwing her eyes up as she looked around, "I mean... that's what google maps said"

"You trusted google maps?" Lydia exclaimed, "Have I taught you nothing?"

"Close enough" Kayla joked back, "But no, I'm right, It's just up there"

"You mean up that dauntingly terrifying empty barren road... that '_up there'_?"

"That '_up there_'" Kayla confirmed, chuckling lightly, "Quite fitting actually for a mental institution" She said without thinking, not realising what she had said until Lydia whipped around in her seat, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"You took me to _Eichen house?_" She screeched loudly, and if looks could kill Kayla would be dead ten times over by now but luckily her heart was still beating and she managed a slight grimace, trying to put a smile on her face for Lydia's benefit.

"Surprise" Kayla said brightly, holding out her arms as Lydia just rolled her eyes, not looking impressed _at all._

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><p>"What if it didn't work?" Lydia whispered loudly as she followed Kayla down the empty, dull corridor as they headed towards the file room, "What if they catch us?"<p>

"I disabled all the security cameras Lyd" Kayla reassured her, now dressed in a pair of casual slacks and blue t-shirt in favour of her PJ's, "If we're quiet then we won't get caught"

"I still think this is stupid" Lydia hushed whispered as Kayla dragged herself across the floor, holding back the grimaces of pain because she was being stubborn and insisted on leaving her crutches in the car, "Like... really stupid"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence" Kayla smirked, "But seriously, I timed this well – most of the staff are having their lunch break and the rest are dishing out the meds – I do have some brains you know"

"That will be up for debate when we're locked up in _jail_... oh yes, by your boyfriends father" And Kayla shushed her, grabbing her hand as she spotted the glass door up ahead labelled 'File room' and internally fist-bumped.

"See? Just up there" Kayla nodded up ahead, "C'mon" And with that she practically had to yank Lydia down the gloomy corridor, trying to block out the constant screams she heard from the floors above her.

She reached forward, grabbing the door handle but of course, just her bloody luck, it had to be locked.

"See? Bad idea" Lydia hissed, "It's locked, so let's just g-" But Lydia never got to finish her sentence as Kayla ran out of patience and raised her good leg, gathering all her strength and kicking the door in, splintering the wooden door frame.

"Oh my god... _Kayla_" Lydia chastised her, "Now that's pretty obvious someone's been in there"

"And?" Kayla questioned, not getting where she was coming from, "By that time we will be gone and anyway... it was quick" She just shrugged lightly, pulling Lydia into the room with her and shutting the door behind them.

Surprisingly, the room was quite large and smelt murky and damp, dust was floating about in the air making Kayla cough as some got caught in her throat.

"Healthy place" Lydia said sarcastically, clearing her throat, "Now can we just get what we came for and leave? Preferably now" And Kayla nodded, hobbling forward into the room, eyes scanning the many, many file cabinets.

"Okay, just... keep guard okay?" She asked, "If you hear anyone let me know"

"Will do" Lydia nodded, "Now get your ass into gear Hale"

And with that begun the search. Kayla dug through cabinet after cabinet, file after file, green eyes desperately searching for her name at the top of one of the folders, yearning for answers. Ever since she broke Meredith out and that creepy ass doctor told her how crazy she was, she had this constant nauseous pit at the bottom of her stomach.

The more she tried to remember the events after the fire, the harder it got, the bigger the headache. Before she figured she had just blocked it out, the event being too traumatising for her but now? Now it seemed there was a more malicious and vindictive reason behind her memory loss.

Of course, that doctor guy could have just been lying, but she decided she wasn't about to take any chances.

Her eyes zeroed in on the name 'Hale' and her heart leapt out of her chest, her frantic movements stopping as she very carefully picked up the brown folder, furrowing her eyebrows at it.

But, just as quickly, she had dropped it like it had burnt her, a shocked gasp tearing it's way from her throat.

_She was scared and in pain. Her whole body thrashing about on the bed as they tied her tiny arms down, no matter how much she cried for them to stop, cried for her mommy and daddy, for her brother, for her cousins, they carried on tormenting her._

"_Now now... shush child" A deadly and venomous voice whispered, "This will make you feel better" He placed something between her teeth as the assistants with the scary face masks attached a metal brace to her head._

"_Don't cry" He soothed, stroking her hair and she felt so helpless, her whole body shaking with sobs and nerve racking pain, "Don't fight it child... that will only make it worse" And the man with the evil eyes gave one nod, one nod was all it took for her whole head to explode and her body to begin spasming, tears running freely down her blotchy cheeks._

"Kayla? Kayla? I think I heard someone... _Kayla_" And that jolted Kayla from... whatever the hell that was – a vision? A flashback? A memory? Oh god... she hoped not... if that was what she thought it was then, oh god... electroshock therapy? Seriously?"

"**Kayla**?" And she quickly looked up, meeting Lydia's panicked gaze and knew that for Lydia's sake they had to get out of here – pronto.

She quickly bent down and grabbed the folder, tucking in under her arm before grabbing Lydia's arm and hauling her over to the right, using all her upper body strength to pull off the metal vent from the wall and helping Lydia crawl up before hauling herself up after her.

And just in time too as the door opened and in walked a large, buff body guard, casting his suspicious glance around the room.

"That folder better be important" Lydia whispered in Kayla's ear and Kayla sure as hell hoped so too... maybe after all this time she was finally going to get some real, proper, honest answers.

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><p>"You sure you want to go home now?" Lydia asked for clarification, her voice laced in doubt as she pulled up next to Stiles' Jeep, "So you don't want to, I don't know, drain a bottle of wine or something?"<p>

"Um... uh... No, no thanks" Kayla tried for a smile but it definitely came out forced, "I'm fine"

"And I'm the president" Lydia scoffed, "Kayla, please... don't lie to me"

"What do you want me to say Lydia?" Kayla demanded, meeting her concerned gaze, "I just found out I'm borderline insane, I spent six months inside a notorious mental institution where they basically use torture on their patients every day and that they poked and prodded at me so much I had a nervous breakdown _when I was ten_... what can I say that will convince you that I'm fine? Oh yeah, that's right, _nothing_" She rolled her eyes, "So I'm not even going to try" And she immediately regretted snapping at her best friend.

"Okay" Lydia submitted, looking at her sympathetically, "But you're not like that anymore... you're... fine"

"I'm an emotionally compromised teenager with a drug addiction and a history of manslaughter... what screams 'fine' about that?" She asked rhetorically, chuckling ironically, "God... I'm such a mess"

"You're not a -"

"I'm a mess" Kayla smiled lightly, "And that's fine and _this_-" She held up the file, "Just confirmed it so thanks again for the help Lydia, you're the best... and I really do mean that" She opened Lydia's car door and struggled with her leg to get out, "I love you Lyd"

"Oh god... you're going all mushy, what are you going to do?" Lydia asked in dread, "Please don't do anything stupid" She pleaded, eyes wide.

"I'm not" She sent Lydia a small smile, "I'm going for a sleep, that okay doctor Martin?" And that seemed to calm Lydia down somewhat, the worried green gaze returning to it's normal shade.

"Uh, yeah... I guess just... call me later okay?_Promise? Double promise?_"

"I'll raise the bar higher.. Pinky promise" Kayla chuckled because all she wanted to do now was crash out and forget about all her worries for a little while, "And that's a vow"

"Okay" Lydia nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning over the seats, her arms suddenly wrapping around Kayla's midsection, "You'll be fine... and that I _definitely_ pinky promise okay?" And Kayla felt her throat go dry with emotion, getting choked up because Lydia really was the best friend anyone could ask for.

"Thanks Lyd" She smiled briefly once Lydia pulled back, "Speak later" But it seemed Lydia was still a bit uncertain about leaving her but eventually after a few more 'hums' and 'ha's' and watching her actually hobble into the house she finally left.

Kayla sighed loudly, running a tired hand down her face... what was it with her family and being completely crazy? Like utter psycho? It was just plain bad genes – nothing else to it.

"Kaylz, that you?" She heard Stiles call from the living-room and sucked in a deep breath, wiping at her eyes and flattening her hair, picking up whatever dignity and courage she had left and making her way into the room.

"Hey" Stiles smiled, briefly looking up from the xbox game he was playing with Heather to smile at her, "How was your day?"

"Fine" She sniffed, feeling all teary for no reason at all as Heather turned around and shot her a show stopping smile and she did actually seem genuinely nice... no motives behind her demeanour, at least that Kayla could feel.

"Hey Kayla" She met the girls' eyes briefly before refocusing back on the racing game they were playing and letting out an indignant sound of exclamation, nudging Stiles' arm.

"_Hey_, that's cheating" She chuckled as Stiles just nudged her back, laughing airily.

"No, you just got distracted" His fingers quickly shooting over the game controller, "So Kaylz... you want uh... dinner?" He asked, not even meeting her gaze as he leaned forward on the couch, his tongue sticking out as he moved from side to side, like he was actually in the car itself.

"No thanks" She declined, her voice sounding all nasally and sniffy as her eyesight got blurry, "I'm kinda tired" And she saw him nod but was still focused on the game as Heather, too, sat forward and they both starting nudging each other to try and distract the other from the finishing line.

"Okay, yeah you go on... ah, crap, no that way, that way... yes, that way... go on up and I'll bring, no, the other way idiot... I'll bring up something later for you" And he sounded completely distracted which meant he was obviously having a pretty good time with Heather – which was good, he needed this, but at the same time she still felt sort of stung by the fact he couldn't see or hear how _not_-alright she was – usually he knew straight away if she wasn't herself and that was when she was covering it up like an expert, not standing there all pale and shaky, tears blurring her vision.

"O-Okay" She muttered, biting her lip and feeling sick to the stomach at the new found realisation she was nuts, or was, whatever, and no one was there to talk with her – which was a massive change to a year ago where she wouldn't talk to anyone – and without even glancing down she dropped the file into the waste paper basket, not even bidding farewell to them, not that they would hear anyway, they were too 'busy' or whatever and made her way to the stairs, intending to just crawl into bed and not wake up for like a millennium.

But she didn't make it to the bed. In fact she didn't even get to the third step.

She collapsed on the second stair, an arm around her torso as she tried to block out Heather's shouts of victory and Stiles' protests of 'that was cheating' or 'I demand a rematch' and 'this game is rigged' and screwed her eyes shut, tears leaking from her eyes.

Jesus... since when did everything become so messed up?

**A/N) SO sorry it took a couple of days longer to update, I was working long days at work and AHHHHH haha so I hope y'all liked this chapter – another five-seven more chapters and then the sequel will be up – so I hope y'all liked this chapter and please please review you awesome people, they mean the world and encourage me so much, peace out until next time... x :)**


	101. 101 giving the sheriff a coronary pt 2

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Stiles glanced to the side briefly, chewing on the side of his lip as he stared at Kayla from the corner of his eye, keeping one arm outstretched and gripping the steering wheel whilst the other one tapped his leg nervously. For the past two weeks she had been acting uber strange for some reason – really quiet, hardly sleeping, fidgeting all night, and hardly making eye contact with him – _at all_. Why? He had absolutely no idea – like, for example, this morning he had made them both cheese on toast and when he brought it up to his room he had kissed the side of her head like he _always_ did only this time she sort of... how could he put this? Turned her head to the side and muffled a quick 'thanks' before picking apart the food for the best part of an hour, which was so not like her.

And then the day before that she had spaced out on a movie they were watching and then less than twenty four hours before that event Derek had popped around, well he said 'popped', he really meant suddenly showed up outside the kitchen window like some creepy ass stalker and the whole time he yapped on about god knows what Kayla had just been glaring at him, her jaw clenched and that, in itself, was unusual – if Kayla had something to say then she would say it, not keep it repressed.

"So... Kaylz?" He started off saying gently, intending to get down to the bottom of whatever 'this' was, "Kayla?" But she had spaced out again, head resting in the palm of her hand as she stared out the side window, eyes blank, "Kayla, baby... Kaylz-" He gently touched her elbow and almost jumped out of his skin at how violently she spun around in her seat, jolting herself from her day-dream.

"Uh... sorry" He apologised, eyes glancing between her and the road, "I was just wondering if you're...okay?" He watched her carefully, "You've been acting kinda off lately"

"I'm fine" She said quietly, resuming her task at staring blankly out the window and Stiles just furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

"You sure?" He asked disbelievingly, "Cos you tossed and turned all night and now you're kind of... spacey" He still didn't get an answer, "And acting really really weird" Again, no answer, "Can you tell me what's wrong?" He tried again, keeping his voice soft and low.

"No" She answered briefly, "Because there's nothing to tell"

"Kaylz, don't lie" He shook his head, "I know there's something wrong... please just tell me"

She let out an aggravated sigh, pulling her head off the window and staring straight ahead of her stonily, "Stiles just drop it will ya?"

"No, I can't" He shot back, tightening his grip around the steering wheel, "Because when my girlfriend is hurting that's just not something I can ignore"

"Well I wish you would" She mumbled, her voice hard, "Jesus Christ Stiles, I mean it... leave it" She warned though her voice wavered slightly and Stiles knew he was getting closer to the bullseye.

"No" He stated again, shaking his head, "I won't 'leave it' Kaylz, come on... talk to me"

"For the last time... _no_" She growled out between clenched teeth, "Nothing is wrong, nothing is the matter, everything is just _bloody_ dandy" She turned her head to the side and finally, for the first time in days, met his stare only now her green gaze was dark and threatening, hell she looked about ready to explode, "For the last time... stop asking Stiles"

Stiles just sighed deeply, slightly stung by how she was not opening up to him, "Is it because of Heather?" He prodded, "I mean... it's since she first visited that you've started acting this way, do you not like her or something?"

"No" She ground out, "It's not '_Heather_', Heather is fine and I'm fine okay?" But he totally didn't believe her one bit.

"Then what is it?" He exclaimed, "Is it something I've done?"

"Right,_ that's it" _She suddenly exploded, banging her open palms on her thighs, "I'm done talking about this and I'm done talking with you so please, for the sake of both of us, stop bloody going on about things you don't understand" She shouted as Stiles pulled up into his driveway and shut off the engine, listening to Kayla taking in deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Okay" He surrendered, his voice cracking slightly, "I get it... you don't wanna talk to me" He nodded his head, pushing past the slight hurt, "Just... come up when you're ready" He ducked out of the Jeep, keeping his head down and leaving Kayla in the Jeep despite how much he wanted to just plead with her to open up with him but, alas, he knew her well enough that if he forced her or pushed her past breaking point then she would just shut herself off completely and probably hate him. No, best to just leave her... for now.

He swung his Jeep keys around his finger as he walked up the porch steps, glancing one more time over his shoulder and seeing Kayla slumped in the passenger side seat, eyes diverted to her lap, hair falling in front of her face and he could see the turmoil on her features – the confusion, the fear, the numbness... he honest to god had no idea what could do that to her, cause herself to shut herself off from everything and everyone.

Well, except Lydia.

Every few days Lydia had just showed up on his doorstep and before he had time to ask her what the hell was going on, Kayla had grabbed her jacket and hopped past him on the crutches, muttering a quick 'bye' and disappearing with Lydia for hours at a time.

So yeah, she could try and convince him that something wasn't up but he sure as hell wasn't about to believe her any time soon.

He opened up the front door, dumping his jacket and hoodie in the corner before traipsing up the stairs and dragging his feet into his bedroom, letting out a loud sigh. He had taken Kayla out for a burger and fries at 'McPherson's' burger joint just to get out and do something, maybe cheer her up, but they just sat in the booth for two hours, conversation stilted and Stiles was sure she just ordered those twelve chocolate oreo milkshakes to avoid talking to him... for whatever reason.

He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head as he plonked himself down on the bed – school would soon be over for the summer, Scott was slowly getting out of his depressed-lovesick-state and he and his dad were getting on a lot better than before and things were great – they were, just bar the fact his girlfriend looked to be on the verge of an emotional shut down.

"Good going Stilinski... good going" He muttered sarcastically, "Well done" And then he just fell back on the bed, sighing deeply as he threw an arm over his eyes, blocking out reality.

He couldn't have been laying there more than five minutes when he heard the bedroom door open and peeled his eyes open warily, squinting through the bleakness and watched as Kayla hobbled in, manoeuvring herself through the door and looking completely washed out. But he managed to keep his mouth shut, not saying anything just in case it upset her even more, but he did sit up properly, watching her carefully.

"Stiles, I... um..." She started to say, biting her lip as she finally looked up, meeting his gaze guiltily, "I'm sorry I just... I've just been feeling kinda funky lately and I shouldn't take it out on you... it's not your fault" She muttered, trying to give him a small smile, "Things have just been really weird these past couple of weeks... y'know..."

"No" He answered and she looked shocked at his sudden and blunt statement so he then changed his tone to a much softer one, "I don't know because you won't tell me" He stood up, sauntering over to her slowly, "And I don't have the ability to read minds yet so..."

And for the first time in two weeks she laughed lightly, albeit a small laugh but it was music to Stiles' ears right now, "Yeah, well... it's nothing to worry about, promise" She gave him a small smile, "My head's just all over the place at the moment"

"Kaylz... c'mon" He prompted, his hand automatically reaching out and gliding across her cheekbone. "No secrets... remember?" And she bit her lip but met his gaze, her eyes shining with doubt.

"Stiles, I-"

"You can tell me" He interrupted gently, "No judge here, this is a judge-free zone" He flung his arm out at the room, "Unjudgeable... if that's even a word" He hummed in thought, "But _seriously_-" He emphasised as he saw her beginning to clam up again, "I'm all ears, if I could I would have ears all over me" And she just raised her eyebrows at him, "In the non-weird way that is..."

"Okay, uh..." She bit the side of her lip, placing the crutches against the wall as Stiles watched her intently, "Um..." She seemed lost for words, gulping nervously, her fingers reaching out and playing with the buttons of his plaid shirt, "Lydia and I we... um... we sorta... broke into Eichen house" And he felt his eyes go wide, his stance going rigid, "And we found a file... on me..." She chuckled dryly, "So basically... I'm crazy... so crazy I was institutionalised for six months after the fire and ever since then I can't sleep because of the nightmares and the memories coming back and to top it off my whole family knew and just didn't bother to tell me" Stiles felt himself gaping as she looked up meekly, meeting his shocked gaze, "Even Derek... and it's a pretty shitty feeling" He saw tears cloud her eyes,"So there it is, your girlfriend is a nut-job... you sure know how to pick them Stiles" She let out a loud snort as Stiles slowly let his mouth close, his gentle fingers tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Kaylz..." He whispered, "You're not a nut-job" He disagreed, "That fire was traumatising for everyone, I mean you're doing pretty damn good compared to Peter who turned into a psycho Alpha and murdered, like, _a lot_ of people and Derek who is so socially reclusive he may as well be a hermit" He smiled lightly, trying to cheer her up, "In fact... it's completely natural to breakdown – when my mom died I suffered from really bad panic attacks-" He felt his throat begin to close but powered through that, needing to get these words out, "My dad just... shut himself off and I felt so alone, like I had no one and for a couple of weeks I did have to get monitored by the hospital" He admitted, speaking of this event for the first time in years, "I think the doctor called it 'selective mutism' or something... for months I was just a sad, depressed little kid and-" He blinked rapidly, clearing his eyesight from the blurriness of the tears, "-and I know how it feels to feel yourself slipping away but back then I had Scott and Melissa... Melissa would insist on having frequent sleepovers and doing all the cooking for me and my dad, she did the laundry, dealt with the bills, everything you could think of and that's the only reason why me and dad are who we are now... because we had help and Melissa gave him a good kick up the ass" He sent her a small smile, "I had them, you have me" He finished saying, gliding his fingers through her soft hair and bringing her head forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he felt her fingers cling to his shirt, keeping their bodies pressed together tightly.

"I didn't know that" He heard her mutter, breath washing over the skin of his neck, "I'm sorry Stiles, no kid should be burdened with all that" And she was right there, it wasn't right, but life wasn't fair and that was just something he was going to have to accept, "You, uh.. do you remember getting help?" She asked gingerly, "Like from the hospital?"

"Yeah" He whispered, leaning back and gliding his fingers across her skin to rest on the sides of her neck, "It wasn't something I particularly want to remember but it did help" He sent her a small smile, "And I know this is nearly seven years late but I can be your help" He proposed, "Eichen house is... not a very good place" He added delicately.

She snorted loudly, "You're telling me"

"So, doctors' orders, try and get some sleep" He smirked lightly, stroking her cheek, "After all, tomorrow is another day" He whispered in a somewhat dramatic voice.

"Oh my god... did you just quote 'Gone With The Wind'?" Kayla chuckled,"Ha... I totally _knew_ you'd seen that movie" And Stiles blushed, getting flustered, "I _knew_ it... no secrets remember?" She quoted him and Stiles just narrowed his eyes playfully.

"That-that is just a general phrase" He managed to splutter out even though he knew she would know he was lying, yes he had seen 'Gone With The Wind' and believe it or not it was actually a good movie... but don't tell anyone that.

Kayla poked his chest, her eyes playful, "Yeah yeah Stilinski" She muttered, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his lightly, "But... thank you" She then whispered, her arms slinking around his neck, "I didn't realise how much I actually needed to talk to someone" and his arms tightened around her waist, "You're the best"

"Hmm mmm, I know" He agreed against the feel of her lips against his, moving against his with intensity and pressure, "And as much as I love this, uh..." He trailed off as she moved her lips down his neck, grazing across his pulse point, "Um... I think you should... uh... get some... s-sleep" He managed to get out as he felt his eyelids fluttering shut on their own accord, mind turning to mush.

He felt her pout against his skin playfully but still leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Okay _doctor Stilinski_" In a highly seductive, tingles down the spine, toe curling, mind whirling voice and wow... she still had that effect on him even after all this time.

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><p>"Stiles for the last time, marriage is <em>not<em> necessary just because a baby is involved" Was the first thing Sheriff Stilinski heard as he traipsed through the door after a hard days' work, running a tired hand down his face but that statement sure as hell perked him right up.

"But it makes it more official" He heard his son whine as his eyes widened, his feet rooted to the spot, "C'mon Kaylz... we may as well do it now"

"Weddings are a waste of time... and anyway, he or she is not going to care that their parents aren't married for crying out loud" He heard Kayla exclaim loudly and holy god... was the sheriff actually having a nightmare? Because it sure as hell felt like one.

"It's a she Kayla, the doctor said that"

"Doctors can be wrong" The sheriff heard Kayla disagree, "And anyway, the cost of marriage compared to the cost of feeding another mouth makes marriage seems useless – we're gonna have to put food on the table Stiles"

"I know that but we do have _some_ money saved"

Yeah, pennies" He heard Kayla scoff and the sheriff felt himself go pale – oh god, these kids were going to give him a coronary one day, probably sooner rather than later, "Especially after you went and wasted it on that bad investment deal Stiles"

"It was a good idea at the time" He heard his son exclaim back wildly, "I was trying to provide for the baby coming"

"Yeah, well... good luck with that when you want to get married as well, we'll be in debt before you know it and then we'll just have to start all over again" And the sheriff had heard enough by this point – he stumbled into the living-room, his eyes bugging from his head, muscles tense.

"No... _no_" He greeted by saying, making both the kids jump on the sofa, not hearing him come in, "You're pregnant?" He directed that part of the sentence to Kayla, "You got her pregnant?" He demanded of Stiles next, his mind numb with shock, "I thought you two were being safe? You promised you were being safe!"

"No dad, we-"

"You two are too _young_" He exclaimed, palms sweaty with nerves, "A baby is a _huge_ responsibility... and what about school? Or college? Have you thought this through? Do you know what you're going to do?"

"Sheriff, it's not-"

"And are you _sure_?" He suddenly interrupted Kayla, pure panic in his voice, "Pregnancy tests are not reliable, have you been to the doctors?"

"Well, no because I'm-"

"This can't be happening" The sheriff muttered to himself, running a hand over his hair, "My son didn't go and get a girl knocked up, no" He shook his head in denial but their mutterings brought the realisation in full force, "And what did I say Stiles about keeping _that_-" He pointed down to Stiles' downstairs brain, "-tamed?" He demanded, "Jesus Christ kids... you're killing me over here"

"_Dad_" Stiles said wildly, standing up, his eyes wide and his cheeks blotchy, "You've got this all wrong"

"Oh, have I?" He asked, his expression still shocked and panicked, his voice low and shaky, "So that whole conversation that I just heard about babies and marriage was just an english assessment was it?" And when he got no answer he just shook his head, "Thought not... _oh god_" He lowered himself down in his brown leather arm chair, a hand covering his mouth, "Your college fund will have to go on nappies and clothes and food and do you know how _much_ they _cost_?" He asked, shakily reaching over for the whiskey bottle and taking a quick chug out of the bottle, his face screwing up at the strong and bitter taste, "I'm not ready to be a grandpa" And he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this situation.

"Sheriff" He heard Kayla laugh as he placed his head in his hands and why in god's name was she laughing? This was not a laughing situation, "I'm not pregnant" And he peeked out between his fingers, staring between the two intently, "This womb-" She laid her hand over her lower stomach, "-is baby free and is staying that way for all eternity... please don't have a freak out"

"But... I just..." He sat up straight, "You two were talking about the baby coming and getting married and-"

"Stiles' idea" Kayla pointed to Stiles who flailed about like he had got shocked, "He's the mushy one" She rolled her eyes, "Just because our sims did the woo-hoo god knows how many times on the kitchen floor and were stupid enough to get knocked up apparently that means they have to tie the knot"

The sheriff watched as Stiles gaped, taking a step away from the sofa and pointing at Kayla dramatically, "It was a logical idea _at the time_" He exclaimed, "I don't wanna reset the game"

"I'll reset you in a minute" Kayla muttered back, "Or maybe make a mute button for you"

"Oh_ ha-ha_" And to say the sheriff was confused would be a severe understatement, were they high? Or crazy? Or was _he_ high and crazy? "And it takes two sims to do the woo-hoo so don't go blaming _my_ sim for knocking _your_ sim up"

"_Okay_" The sheriff interrupted, holding out his hands before this little bickering match escalated into a full blown war and before he got even more confused than he already was, "So you're... not pregnant?" He asked gingerly, needing actual proper confirmation.

"I'm not pregnant" And the Sheriff hadn't felt this level of relief in a long time, "My _sim_ is pregnant" She pointed towards the telly screen where the sheriff saw two animated characters strolling through a park,"We haven't done the 'woo-hoo' in like, weeks... _weeks_" She pointed up at Stiles, "This thing-" She raised her leg up in the air that was still covered from ankle to hip in the black brace, "-kinda puts a dampener on things-"

"Kaylz-"

"-I mean, can't go on top, uncomfortable on the bottom, I may be flexible but I'm not _that_ flexible" And the sheriff was well aware of her 'word vomit' problem as the kids these days called it but he still wasn't used to it, unable to get his head around how someone could be so lax in their choice of words, "And considering the physio said my leg only has very limited mobility at the moment that rules out like a _ton_ of different positions so..." And wow... he actually preferred this conversation to the one about teenage pregnancy and then, out of no where, the door bell rung and Kayla smiled widely, hopping to her feet, "Oh yes, pizza's here" And just like that she was hopping past them towards the front door as the sheriff just gaped, knowing there must be something wrong with him if he was glad he was hearing about his sons' sex life compared to the _potential outcome_ of his sex life.

"Heh... um... uh-" His son mumbled, his cheeks a flaming red colour as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "I'll just, uh... go get the plates... for the, you know, the p-pizza" And just like that he ducked from the room leaving the sheriff sitting slumped there, not sure whether to feel relieved or mortified – or maybe both would be the best option.

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><p>"I still wish werewolves could get drunk" Scott laughed openly as he took a sip from the Jack Daniels bottle, "I mean, don't get me wrong, the hangovers I won't miss because <em>man<em> they are rough, just like you're going to be in the morning, but the buzz I'll miss, I want the buzz back" And he had already downed can after can of lager before hitting the harder stuff just because he could, knowing he wouldn't get any effect from it at all, "I want your buzz"

"Well you're no getting' my buzz" Kayla slurred before laughing outright, "Steal his buzz" She pointed at where she thought Isaac was but probably had like, double vision, or some crap like that because Isaac was a good three feet to the right to where she was pointing.

"His buzz is gone, just like mine – werewolf remember?" And he didn't know what was so funny about that sentence but Kayla was in hysterics, hugging the bottle of vodka to her chest, slumping back against the tree.

"Oh yeah... duh" And Scott smiled – Isaac and her were hanging out, he joined them and somehow a few hours later they ended up in the middle of the woods just hanging, drinking, and laughing but of course Kayla being not-quite-a-werewolf meant she was the only one _actually_ getting bladdered where as he and Isaac were stone cold sober.

"But, if it's any consolation both of your buzzes are really pretty" She chuckled and Scott just raised his eyebrows at Isaac in amusement, "They're all, like..." She squinted her eyes at them, "Like shiny and colourfully... and glittery, like a unicorn"

"Maybe we should cut you off" Isaac chuckled, leaning forward, about to pull away her stash of whatever alcoholic beverages she had but apparently drunk Kayla was just as quick as sober Kayla because she slapped his hands away.

"I will kill you with my crutch" She warned and Isaac just shook his head in amusement but sat back anyway.

"Sorry" He laughed, nudging Scott's arm, "Hey, do you not think we should be sobering her up before Derek finds us?"

"Honestly? I think she's so far past being drunk that she'll still be out of it in a weeks' time" He whispered back in amusement, "And I think being drunk is low key compared to some of the things Derek has seen her do" He added in afterthought and Isaac just raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Mainly Stiles" And Isaac screwed his face up at the very clear implications behind his words, "And yeah, I know, been there, seen that, moving on... so yeah, he'll be fine with it"

"If you say so" Isaac smirked, "Just remember I live with him so it's me he'll be killing"

"Oi, doggies" Kayla laughed, "I can hear you you know-" She tapped her ear drunkenly, "-I'm no werewolf but that doesn't mean I'm deaf" And Scott watched as she winked at them, trying to stand up but obviously being so past being sober or even a little tipsy she completely forgot she couldn't move her leg and ended up sprawled across the forest floor like some baby trying to walk but failing miserably.

And Scott chuckled as she laughed openly, spitting out a mouthful of leaves.

"Oh man... I think I'm drunk" She observed, blinking slowly, her eyes unfocused, "Or maybe high... _or both_" She muttered, trying to pull herself up but promptly failing, falling back onto her stomach, "And I can't feel my nose... is it still there?" She asked, staring up at him innocently, "Or did I turn into vodeltorm?" She asked and Scott heard Isaac laugh as he sat up, kneeling on the ground and extending his arms to help her sit up.

"I think you mean 'Voldemort'" Isaac corrected, dusting off all the leaves from her hoodie, "Jeez Hale, you're totally wasted"

"No... you'reeeeeeee-" She poked his chest, "-totally wasted" She slurred, "And you'reeeeee-" She looked at Scott, furrowing her eyebrows, "I don't know what you are... but you're something, you're _definitely_ something" She muttered drunkenly and leaning sideways towards him while Isaac still held onto her arms, keeping her from falling flat on her face.

"You know Scottie boy..." She stage whispered, eyes droopy, "He's in love with me" And she probably thought she was being quiet but she was actually being really, _really_ loud, "Or he thinks he's in love with me... hellz if I know"

"Who, Stiles?" Scott asked, "Because no Kayla, he's _definitely_ in love with you, no doubt about that"

"No silly" She giggled, eyes bright, "Isaac" And Scott just bit his lip, glancing upwards and watching as Isaac's eyes went wide, his jaw getting slack, "But I'm, like, in love with Stiles... do you see this pridoct-predaca-preduck-pre-dic-a-ment-" She finally managed to get out, "-I'm in?" And he just just nodded because Isaac was literally right next to her and, oh god, awkward, "And Lydia thinks I forcefully fried-zaned-no, that's not right" She shook her head "Forcefully... friend... zoned...him..." She said a lot slower than before, "Well, that's a tongue-twister, haha..." Her head dipped down but she snapped it back up, her eyes trying to meet his, "And, I mean... wait... what do I mean?" She laughed, giggling shrilly like a ten year old girl, "What was I saying?"

"Um..." Scott glanced up at Isaac who's cheeks had turned red, his eyes diverted downwards, "You were saying how... amazing... we are" Scott made up, deciding to play this to his advantage and spare poor Isaac because Scott was sure he didn't need to hear Kayla's drunk ramblings about how _not_-in-love with him she was.

"Yes, yes I was" She shouted, grabbing a fistful of his T-shirt and hauling him forward so their heads almost banged together, "I love you you know Scottie... you're really nice" And then the hand that was gripping Isaac's forearm shot forward, pulling Isaac into this little group huddle, "And I love you too, we all love each other right?" And Scott felt drunk just by the level of alcohol in her breath.

"Sure Hale" Isaac muttered, trying to lean back from her because all of them were basically on top of each other, Kayla on top of him and Isaac laying haphazardly on top of Kayla, "We're like the three musketeers now could you... let go of me?" He asked, his voice crackling and yeah, Scott thought, a drunk girl, closeness, and a guy with a crush on said drunk girl was not a good combination.

"Too late... I already felt it" She chuckled, patting his thigh and the amount of second hand embarrassment Scott got next was unbelievable and he was glad he wasn't Isaac at this moment in time because, holy god Kayla, he thought, not sure whether to laugh at her bluntness or cringe away from it, "And _that_ isn't going to happen... like ever" She grabbed a fistful of Isaac's shirt much like she did to Scott just a minute earlier, their faces centimetres apart, "I um... uh... I think you... you need to sober up and... aaaaaand try and not get a hard on every time I touch you..." She muttered quietly, "Because I... I wanna be your friend... and... and... and..." But she trailed off tiredly and slumping forward, collapsing against Isaac's chest, completely out of it.

"Uh... oh.. oh god... not now... not now... not now..." Scott heard Isaac mutter quietly, trying to move Kayla off his lap and Scott just chuckled but helped move her, laying her flat on her back, her head resting gently on his lap, gingerly taking her temperature, wiping some hair away from her flushed skin.

"So... safe to say drunk Kayla can be even more blunt than normal" And Isaac just sent him a look as if to say 'oh jeez, ya think?' and Scott pulled his cell from his back pocket, speed-dialing Stiles' number.

"Wait, who are you calling?" Isaac hushed whispered, looking panicked, "Don't call anyone"

"Relax" Scott advised, "I'm just letting Stiles know where his girlfriend is considering she lives with him now" And Isaac pulled back, nodding in acknowledgement, "And I would sort out _that_-" He nodded downwards, trying not to screw his face up, "-before Stiles gets here" And Isaac blushed even more, stretching out his hoodie down to his thighs, his blue eyes filled with complete mortification and Scott just shook his head because he knew with everything going on it would be an interesting summer _that's_ for sure.

**A/N) phew... another chapter done, soon onto the sequel – YAY – anyways, please please let me know what you think, it means super a lot and I will love you all, they're so motivating :)**

**ALSO SOME SNEAK PEAKS FOR THE SEQUEL 'DEADLY INTENTIONS' – HOPE YOU ENJOY!**

"Are you shitting me right now?" Kayla demanded of Aiden, balling her fists at her sides as he just smirked back like her angered words didn't effect him at all, "You are an asshole and whatever the hell it is that you want from here you're not going to get so just go back to whatever shithole it is you came from"

"Oh... touch a nerve did I?" He laughed, crossing his arms and smiling at her, "Afraid that I'm ruining your happy ever after?" He mocked and Kayla hadn't felt this angry in a long time, "But no Kayla, your threats are meaningless" He then leaned down to whisper in her ear, "We'll stay here as long as we damn well please... and by the way, that friend of yours? smoking hot... Lydia is it?" He asked innocently and Kayla felt pure utter hatred at this asshat standing in front of her.

"You stay away from Lydia" She growled, "I mean it"

He just chuckled, pulling back, "And what are you going to do to stop me?" And no, no, this was not happening, he wasn't going to touch Lydia, not over her dead body and a fierce protectiveness spread throughout Kayla's veins for her best friend and as quick as a flash her fist shot out and smacked Aiden right across the jaw.

**Lydia felt her resolve crumpling, her eyes blurry with tears. She had tried to shut it out – the voices. She had tried to stop them from messing with her head, tried to stop feeling their pain and sadness, had tried to stop seeing and feeling their deaths over and over again but whatever she tried it didn't work, nothing worked, it was all useless... just like Lydia felt right now. Useless.. and completely terrified.**

"I know that though... and that's what makes it worse" Kayla whispered back, fingers still clinging to her hair desperately as she peered up at Stiles who knelt in front of her, a gentle look plastered over his face, "I know how weak and reckless and stupid it is but... but I _need_ it..." She let out a dry chuckle, body still quivering, "At least it _feels_ like I need it... it's like-like having something evil underneath your skin, whispering stuff in your ear, promising to make everything better and... and..." She blinked back the tears as Stiles' hands came to gently rest on her upraised knees, "And I really do need it" She bit her lip, knowing that this wasn't her but at the same time it felt just _so_

damn right to try get the stuff she needed.

**Isaac blinked twice, shaking his head but still he stood there, completely still, a small uncertain smile breaking over his features and Isaac felt his stomach churning, his heart fluttering in his chest – no, no, no, no... he was dead, he was dead, they told him he was dead, he had grieved for him, there was a grave for him for crying out loud... this wasn't real, it _couldn't_ be real.**

**The person took a step forward, the street light now shining down on his fair hair and soft features and Isaac couldn't breathe, his knees weak, heart hammering...**

"**Hey little brother..." The stranger greeted and Isaac just shook his head in denial because no way... no frigging way...**

"Kayla... put the gun down" Stiles said gingerly, holding out his arms, "This isn't you"

"Like you would know what's _me_" She screamed back, tears cascading down her cheeks, the gun shaking in her hand, eyes wild, "All of you just leave me the hell alone"

"It's this place Kaylz... something's happening" He said desperately, unable to take his eyes off her finger that was shaking on the trigger of the gun that she was pressing against her temple, "It happened to Scott and Isaac and Boyd... and you too, _trust me_" He implored, taking another hesitant step forward as he heard Allison and Lydia take in a sharp intake of breath, "whatever is going through your head right now isn't real... believe me on that"

"Why should I?" She muttered, whole body shaking, skin pale as she took a step away from him, "What if... what if I pull this trigger and that makes everything better?" She questioned, eyes wide and frenzied, "What if this is me really talking, huh Stiles? You thought about that?" She demanded, digging the barrel of the gun harder against her temple as Stiles heart leapt out of his chest, pure raw frenzied worry burning through his veins.

**Derek just stared down at his bloodied hands, his eyes wide – what did he do? He couldn't remember... anything. All he remembered was arguing with Peter and then storming off and the rest is just... nothing.**

**Oh god... his stomach churned, his legs feeling weak... who did he hurt? Who did he _kill_?**

"You think you can escape this? You can't... but it's cute how you try" Kayla heard those dark, chilling words from the nogitsune as she slumped against the tree trunk, all of her energy leaving her body, "You think just because I have a soft spot for you that I'll spare you? That it doesn't mean I won't snap your neck when I want to?" And Kayla felt his breath washing over the back of her neck as his cold hands glided across the side of her throat as he knelt behind her.

"Just leave my friends alone" She muttered quietly, the feeling of defeat racing through her veins, "You don't have to hurt them"

"No, I don't" He replied quietly, though his voice was layered with anger and bitterness, "But what if I want to?" And with that sadistic statement he grabbed her upper arm and spun her around violently, pressing her back against the tree "What if I want to see you all _DIE_?"

**a/n) ooooooooooooooh, there's some teasers for y'all, hope you liked it :)** x


	102. Chapter 102 - Grinding and lap dances

**Disclaimer: TW is not mine – thanks for all the reviews/favourites/followers/ it means so much and I really hope you like this next somewhat uh, NOT PG13 chapter ha x :) **

"This is impossible" Doctor Meyers muttered as he sat opposite Kayla in a hard plastic seat in the physio room, his eyebrows pinched together, "The extent of the fracture should have you laid up for months... the bone should not be healed by now" And Kayla tried to keep a passive face on as she glanced sideways at Stiles who was staring at her in an obvious realisation – yes she knew she didn't have the awesome healing powers full werewolves had, but she also didn't have the sucky slow healing process humans did – guess you could say she was a happy medium. It had been seven weeks since the little, uh, 'incident' and the doctor had took her to the physio department, warning her that they may have to perform more surgery to insert large metal rods in her bone if it wasn't healing correctly but judging by the doc's surprised expression she knew that wasn't about to happen any time soon.

"Uh... what can I say? Quick healer" She made up off the top of her head, "It's like magic"

"Never in my thirty years in this profession have I seen this" He muttered to himself and Kayla just bit her lip as Stiles' hand moved over hers, intertwining theirs and giving her hand a small squeeze, "I mean... I operated on you and I remember thinking that I was going to have to tell you you may never recover full mobility of your leg... how can this be?"

"Maybe you just misjudged? It can happen" Stiles said smoothly but Doctor Meyers just raised his eyebrows, looking slightly unimpressed yet in awe that Stiles had the balls to say that.

"I didn't misjudge this" He said calmly, pulling an X-ray from the folder and holding it out to show them, "See this? This is your femur bone completely split in two, and that? That bone is a good three inches out of the skin, and this here-" He pointed with his finger just below where the broken bone was, "-Is two other places where the bone shattered which should take longer to heal than seven weeks... is there something I need to know Miss Hale?" He asked seriously but all Kayla could do was smile excitedly like a kid at christmas and reach out for the x-ray.

"Oooooh, how cool" She beamed and anyone looking at her right now would think she was looking down at a sonogram picture or something, but no, just her broken leg, "Without all the blood and pain it actually looks fascinating" She showed it to Stiles, "Do you think we could frame it or something?"

Stiles just shook his head, looking at her like she was crazy, "No Kaylz, I think that would give us nightmares – and by us I totally mean me" He screwed his face up, going all pale as he gave a quick glance down to the x-ray like it sickened him and Kayla just shrugged, already planning how she could steal it from the Doctor without his awareness.

"So Miss Hale... anything that you make know, or have taken, or done, which could cause this speedy recovery?" And Kayla tore her eyes away from the X-ray, looking up at Doctor Meyers with calm and sincereness, trying to seem as truthful as possible.

"Well sure, I may have taken drugs but that was way back then and just the usual stuff like Meth or cocaine or both at the same time... nothing too hard" And the doctor just raised his eyebrows, "Okay, maybe that was the hard stuff but I think that would cause more problems that good huh? And anyway, my whole family heals quickly, maybe it's in the genes" She joked, knowing it as more true than anyone could hopefully guess.

"Hmmm... maybe" The doctor muttered, unimpressed, still not looking like he was believing it at all, "So Miss Hale, may I?" He pointed down to her bare leg that was free of the brace now.

"First of all, It's Kayla, seen me naked remember? You don't hear him-" She jerked her thumb in Stiles' direction "-calling me that do you, and he's seen me naked like a hundred times? Actually, more like thousands, and second" She beamed at him widely, swinging her leg up onto a cushioned chair, "Sure"

"Does this hurt?" He asked, shaking his head like he was trying to forget what she just said as he pressed against her upper thigh.

"Nope"

"And this?" His hand moved down to where the faint scar was where the bone had completely broke through the skin.

"Not at all"

"How about this?" He asked, watching her carefully like she was lying as he pressed harder against her lower thigh and all she did was jump.

"So that does hurt, yes?" He asked, looking relieved like her pain proved she wasn't some extra terrestrial alien or something.

"No, your hands are just cold" She shrugged and he gave her an exasperated look and she heard Stiles chuckle under his breath.

"Well Miss Ha-... I mean, Kayla" He corrected, "It seems you are one remarkable woman"

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><p>"You sure she's here?" Scott asked dubiously, staring up at the neon sign that read 'The pleasure den' and Stiles just gave Scott an obvious look, already pulling his wallet from his back pocket because all three of them – him, Scott and Isaac - looked <em>way<em> under eighteen, of course they were going to have to bribe their way in there.

"Hmmm... lemme think Scott" He muttered sarcastically, "My girlfriend, who also happens to be some kind of 'sex goddess' as Lydia put it, has started acting really funky lately and trying anything and everything to get in my pants and then all of a sudden disappears, where else would she be?" He asked rhetorically, joining the queue, "I'm telling you, this was just like before... you remember right?"

"Yeah, I remember her compelling me and then making out with Allison"

"Wait... she made out with Allison?" Isaac asked, way behind on everything to do with this conversation, "As in... girl on girl action?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes, "Yes, and you can get that image out of your head right now"

"What image? My head is image free"

"You're a teenage guy, of course your head isn't image free" He scoffed, "And why are you here again? I'm sure you don't have some amazing bright idea to snap Kayla back to her senses"

Isaac just gave a sarcastic smile back, "And you do? Last time didn't it end in her almost killing you all?"

"It was progress" Stiles exclaimed and then he felt Scott squeeze between the two, breaking them apart.

"Okay, stop it" He told them both, "Weren't you two on good terms?"

"No" They both replied instantaneously even though they knew it was lies – it wasn't like they were inseparable BFF's or anything but they did tolerate each other on a somewhat mature level.

Stiles saw Scott just roll his eyes and before he could say anything the bodyguard letting people in cleared his throat and Stiles gulped, having to tilt his head back to look the guy in the eye because he was at least six foot five and buff... like really buff, hell he was as wide as Stiles was tall.

"ID's?" He demanded and Stiles just shared an 'oh my god' look with Scott and Isaac and then decided 'screw it', this guy knew they were underage anyway, may as well try a different approach.

"Uh... we don't have any" Stiles supplied but quickly put his hands up in surrender before he could throw them into the wall with his bare hands, "Look, we're just looking for someone, that's all"

"Isn't everyone" He replied back in a gruff, 'no nonsense' voice, "Get outta here kids"

"No seriously, my girlfriend is kind of... going through some things" And he heard Isaac let out a loud snort, 'going through some things' was a weak term for what the hell was going through Kayla's head right now, especially considering when she took these seducing turns she couldn't control it – at all, "Like... big things and I don't want to leave her in a bar full of no doubt attractive half drunk creeps...you know what I mean?" But the bodyguard just looked back, unamused.

"C'mon dude... help us out here?"

"No" He snapped quickly, crossing his arms, "Do you know how many hormonal teens lie their way into bars like this every day? Hundreds" He glared at them all, "And it's my job to filter them all out so do us all a favour and go back to your mom who will make you some cookies and milk"

"My mom's dead" Stiles heard Isaac say bluntly, "And so is his... his isn't" And Stiles rolled his eyes, internally face-palming.

"Okay, look... just tell me if you've seen her?" Stiles requested, pulling his phone from his hoodie pocket and clicking on the first photo of Kayla he could find on his phone which just so happened to be her dressed in his baggy mets jumper (which she refused to wear at first just on principle because it had the mets on it, but soon broke that promise once she found out how cozy it was), her bare legs tucked underneath her on his bed as she attacked the ice-cream carton with a spoon and Stiles thought it was an adorable picture, hence why it was his wallpaper.

The bodyguard rolled his eyes but looked down at the phone grudgingly, studying the picture carefully before his dark eyebrows disappeared into his cropped hairline and Stiles internally fistbumped – _yes_, they had tracked her down, _finally_, after searching over twenty bars all bloody night.

"Uh... yeah, she looks familiar and uh... she didn't give any ID... why did I let her in?" He questioned himself and Stiles shared a knowing look with Scott and Isaac – when Kayla got like this she had literally no control over herself and her 'compulsion', hence why she probably got into the bar, Stiles was about ninety nine percent sure she charmed her way in.

"Never mind that... we'll go in her, grab her, and be out before your bosses find out you let a teenage girl in their bar" And the body guard actually looked... rattled? "That seem like a deal?"

"Hmm... I don't kn-"

"_Here_" Stiles exclaimed, slightly frustrated, pressing a wad of dollars into his palm, it probably wasn't a lot but it was all he had, not liking waiting out here when Kayla was in there doing god knows what, trying to push the image out of his head of some drunk jock taking advantage of her just because she couldn't think straight at the moment, "Now can we please just go in?"

The body guard looked at them all dubiously before reluctantly pulling back and holding open the door for them, "Fine" He huffed, not looking pleased _at all,_ "In and out, got it?" And, wow, that guy was super scary.

"Got it" Stiles nodded exuberantly, yanking Scott in by his coat collar, Scott doing the same to Isaac, "Thanks" And the smell of alcohol, sweat, sex and smoke hit them all immediately as they stumbled into the foggy bar... well, 'bar' was a bit of a loose term for what this was – it had a wide open dance floor and straight ahead of them it had podiums with poles attached from floor to ceiling, lights flashed on and off and there was actually water tanks with half naked dancers, as well as half naked men and women prancing about carrying drinks over their heads, half naked women behind the bar, ah to hell with it, there was half naked people everywhere and Stiles felt his jaw slackening, just like Scott's and Isaac's were too.

"Um... Well... I can see why she came here" Isaac stuttered over the blare of the sexy music screaming at them from all angles and Stiles just raised his eyebrows back, unimpressed.

"I mean... like you said before, sex goddess, this place is basically _just_ sex" And Stiles glanced back at the room again, seeing people grinding on each other, their hands all over each others bodies, everyone doing inappropriate things to each other as well as women giving lap dances to eager men and wait... what...

"Hold on... are we in a strip club?" Stiles demanded to no one in particular, feeling a blush spreading over his cheeks for no reason.

"Uh... I think that's a safe 'yes'" He heard Isaac manage to get out as a blonde hair woman strutted past them, dressed in nothing but a short skirt and a rather revealing crop top and _holy frigging god..._

"Okay, don't you two get distracted" He warned, pointing at the two werewolves, "If I so much as see you acting on your downstairs brain I will kill you with my bat – we're here to get Kayla and that's _it_, no extras"

"Um, Stiles?" Isaac asked, his blue eyes going wide, his expression shocked as he slowly pointed straight ahead of him, "I think we found her" and Stiles spun around so quickly he almost flattened a half naked woman tottering about in six inch heels, his own eyes turning into saucers as he blinked a few times, shaking his head just to make sure that what he was seeing was real because if it was... _damn_...

There Kayla was, decked out in a pair of tight black denim shorts and a pair of ankle boots, a royal blue short sleeved button up shirt and she had her, now, medium length hair lightly curled, and heavy smoky eyed make up on and Stiles just slapped his cheek, trying to focus on the current situation because he could literally feel her power rolling off her in waves, intoxicating everyone within walking distance of her and no wonder this bar, strip club, or _whatever_ it was seemed extra raunchy tonight, because without even meaning to she was seducing everyone, and by everyone he meant _everyone_ – even some middle aged, tweed clothed couple who looked like librarians grinding on each other and they looked so out of place here, doing _that_ to each other.

"Holy sh-" But before Isaac could finish his sentence Stiles had slapped his hand over his mouth, pointing a finger directly in his face because he knew Isaac had a little 'thing' for Kayla, whatever that 'thing' was he wasn't entirely sure, but he really didn't want to find out.

"No" Was all he said, narrowing his eyes, "Don't even think about falling under her spell and trying to get a lap dance from her... that goes for you too" He warned at Scott who just looked at Stiles like a kicked, hurt puppy, "I've seen you under the influence before and I don't want to see it again, understood?"

"Yes" Scott answered straight away but it was Isaac that took a pause, his eyes glazing over as he watched Kayla move to the rhythm of the music, spinning around the pole in the centre of the room.

"Isaac...?" Stiles asked hesitantly, regretting ever bringing him if he was just going to lust after her but after a couple of seconds Isaac snapped out of it, nodding his head.

"Of course... like I would try anything with my best friend... _please_" But Stiles didn't believe him one bit yet he had no other choice but to let them follow him through the crowded dance floor just in case he needed some super strong werewolves as back up if he had to drag Kayla out of there kicking and screaming.

The closer he got to her the more he had to remind himself that this is not what he came here to do – he came here to get her out of this place, not want to ravage her against the wall and whoa Stilinski... don't think about that... don't think about that... anything but that _jesus christ god almighty._..

But it got really hard (no pun intended) to _not_ think of that as he saw her twisting around the pole, hips swaying to the beat of the music, biting her lip as she did so and oh god... what were they here to do?

"Kayla... Kayla, baby... do you wanna come down from there?" Stiles shouted over the music, blinking rapidly to clear his thoughts, "Kaylz... Kaylaaaaaaa..." And finally her lusty eyes met his and she suddenly beamed, her green gaze fixating on him like a wild animal would to its prey and Stiles just had time to think of one thought which was 'oh god please don't kill me' before she propelled herself forward and grabbed the sides of his face, smashing their lips together.

"Oh c'mon Stiles, after lecturing _us_" He heard Isaac mutter but tuned out his rather annoying voice as his hands landed on Kayla's hips and her hands slid around to the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin.

"I'm glad you're here" He heard her mutter against his wet lips as she lightly bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it out as she stared at him mischievously, her eyes glowing bright green and she allowed her hands to slide down his back and into the back pocket of his pants, squeezing slightly and causing Stiles to jump.

"Uh... me too?" He mumbled in an uncertain voice as she kept a firm grip on his lip, caught between feeling helluva turned on right now and wanting to escape this place with every fibre of his being.

She dragged his lip between her teeth, sending him a smirk as she let go of it, pressing her chest against his and holy shit... she was _actually_ seducing him and it was _actually_ working – not that it didn't _always_ but _still_.

"Guys" Scott interrupted them and Stiles managed to peel his eyes away from Kayla long enough to see Scott and Isaac on either side of them, covering their eyes with their hands, "Time to go"

"No" Kayla said in a sharp and somewhat possessive voice, letting go of Stiles pants and grabbing ahold of each of their friends' T-shirts, hauling them forward, "You two are going to enjoy this night... you're going to loosen up, you're going to dance and you're going to have fun...is that clear?" She asked them in a soft voice and Stiles felt shivers run down his spine at the level of power coated in her voice and knew Scott and Isaac stood no chance.

Which was true. They let their hands drop to their sides, their faces passive and loose, eyes glazing over as they nodded and Kayla smiled sickly sweet, biting her lip as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Stiles' pants, tugging him forward.

"Dance with me?" And he couldn't resist that voice... it was so soft and lulling, it was charming and sweet yet with a hint of suspense and cheekiness that made his heart race in his chest, his skin getting clammy to touch. Kayla's gaze was dark with lust, looking up at him through her eyelashes, a smirk plastered over her face and Stiles just nodded in a daze, hands landing on her waist because she really was beautiful.

And it wasn't because she was seducing him, which he knew she was but the more he looked at her the more he found he didn't care, it was because out of every other woman here he never even gave them a second glance, not even slightly interested in anything to do with them because Kayla just enthralled and enticed him and no one else even mattered... even all the topless dancers about three feet to their left did nothing for him.

He then felt Kayla's hands glide up his arms, leaving his skin tingling for more before trailing her nails back down to intertwine their fingers together and guiding his hands to rest on her hips as she turned around so her back was to him, her hands skimming up his arms before settling on the back of his head as she pressed herself against him tightly just as a 'sexy back' by Timberlake started blaring out of the sound speakers and what happened next was unbelievable and completely and utterly _mind blowing._

She revolved her hips back against his, the curve of her backside pressing against his crotch and Stiles involuntarily let his nails dig into her hips, pulling her body even closer to his, allowing her to take the lead and for him to follow which he was totally fine with doing. He felt her fingers caress the back of his neck and scalp as he dipped his head to her exposed neck, his nose skimming across the warm flesh before settling on her pulse point, slowly and gently pressing a light kiss to her flushed skin, loving tasting her.

A warm pit of happiness settled in his stomach, expanding to all his limbs as she dipped off and against his crotch at a slow and sexy pace and he felt the familiar tightening in his pants at her actions, knowing full well she could make him a goner in mere minutes.

He continued to press more kisses across the side of her neck, loosening his hand from her hip and teasingly trailing it up her torso, skimming over her bra strap before leaning back and moving her hair to one side, pressing his hot mouth to just below her ear, his warm breath washing over her ear as he heard her let out a soft moan, her fingers clenching around his neck, enticing him to keep doing what he was doing.

And he was ever so happy to oblige.

"..._Baby I'm you slave..._ _I'll let you whip me if I misbehave..." _Continued to play as Kayla twisted her head to the side slightly, giving him better access to gently bite down on her ear lobe, pressing back down against him and by this point he was almost rock hard, his ragged breath washing over Kayla's skin.

He vaguely felt Kayla skim her hands back down his body, gripping at his hands and pulling them away from her hips, intertwining their fingers as she slowly slid down his body, making sure as much of their bodies were touching as possible before sliding back up, rubbing up against every inch of him.

Stiles heard himself let out a deep groan, tugging at her desperately.

"_...__Come here girl, go ahead be gone with it...Come to the back, go ahead be gone with it..."_

By now his skin was clammy with sweat, his cheeks flushed as he grabbed ahold of Kayla's hips and spun her around suddenly so she grinded on him from the front and whoa... whoa holy god of all gods...

White sparks sped across his vision as he pushed her shirt up slightly, running his hands over her small waist as she smirked up at him, pressing her right hip against before suddenly running her foot up the inside of his leg as she grinded at the same time and Stiles moaned lightly, overwhelmed by how flexible she was, by how she could move against him.

"_Look at those hips, go ahead be gone with it...You make me smile, go ahead be gone with it..."_

He slid his right hand up her body, keeping the other attached to her waist and slid it into her hair, pulling her forward so their bodies, slick with sweat of the heavy air around them and arousal, pressed against each other tightly and Stiles tilted her head up, kissing her fiercely, letting anyone around them that happened to glance their way know that she was already taken and if they even lay a hand on her he would beat them to a bloody pulp... and whoa, he didn't even have a chance to realise how possessive that was before Kayla started slyly undoing the buttons of her shirt, subtly exposing her chest that was being supported by a really really really revealing black lacy bra.

"_I'm bringing sexy back...Them motherfuckers don't know how to act.."_

"Holy crap Kayla... you're amazing" He muttered, slinking his hand around to the back of her neck as her hands palmed his torso underneath his T-shirt, tips of her fingers gliding across his happy trail before agonisingly slowly bucking her pelvic bone right on his making them both groan.

Then, out of no where, like some sort of weird confidence streak he gripped at Kayla's bare thigh, pulling it over his hip, pressing his hard length against her and tipping her backwards, keeping her supported by his palm on the small of her back as he dipped down and pressed some sloppy kisses to her chest as her arms wound around his neck, trailing his tongue up her cleavage before nibbling gently at the side of neck, no doubt leaving some small hickey's littered across her clear skin.

Then he, ever so slowly as to not break the ever growing sexual tension between them, pulled her back up so she was flush against him, their ragged breaths washing over one another.

"_Dirty babe, you see these shackles...Baby I'm your slave..._"

Her bright gaze never broke from his as her soft hands gently began undoing the buttons of his own shirt, pushing it off his body and leaving him in only a basic comic tee but it was clear that wasn't enough for Kayla as she grabbed the hem of it and practically ripped it open, her hands gliding up and down his chest in appreciation.

"Do you trust me?" She whispered in a highly seductive voice, batting her eyelids at him as she continued to revolve her hips against his to the steady beat of the song and Stiles blew out a breath of anticipation, nodding lightly as she pulled him across the dance floor before pushing him into one of the many poofy chairs littered around the room. She soon straddled his lap, hands gliding around his neck.

"Kayla, uh..." He muttered nervously yet still in a daze, looking around self consciously but Kayla's hands landed on the sides of his face, tilting it back so she could press her lips to his gently, easing his worries instantly.

"No one here cares... they're all too self absorbed in their own pleasure to care about anyone else's" She smirked and Stiles glanced to the side, seeing how very true that was, "Trust me... I know, I made them like that" And he raised his eyebrows in approval as he saw practically everyone else in the bar in more varying degrees of nakedness than they were, grinding and making out with each other, not even giving them a second glance.

"Now... about that pleasure thing..." She smiled slyly, tilting his head back as she sucked at the skin of his neck, teeth lightly digging into his pale skin, probably leaving light bruises but Stiles didn't care as he clung to her hair desperately, his breathing irregular.

But when he tried to grip at her hips she suddenly pinned his arms to the sides, a devilish smirk plastered over her face.

"Now now Stiles..." She purred, "Haven't you heard of the no touching rule?" And he groaned, unable to stop from bucking his hips up to meet hers because one day she was going to kill him with all this sexual tension.

She rolled her hips against his just as the song 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails started playing instead and Kayla kept a firm grip of his arms as she kissed down the base of his neck, tongue running over his skin as he threw his head back, feeling slightly embarrassed by how easy and quickly he was getting off but in all fairness Kayla really did rock at this... well, what do you expect? It was in her genes, she was a bloody natural.

Her hands tightened around his wrists as she pressed soft kisses now down his chest, her thighs pressing against his hips as she slowly pushed herself up and off him, moaning lightly as the bulge in his pants brushed across her.

"_You let me penetrate you...You let me complicate you..."_

And the song didn't help his hard on any – it was a sexy song, fully based on sex, passion and arousal as his thoughts drifted to all the ways he could repay the favour to Kayla, all the ways in which he could make her moan his name like he was moaning hers.

"_I wanna fuck you like an animal...I wanna feel you from the inside..."_

Stiles bit his lip as Kayla sat up straight, staring at him straight in the eye and, anticipating his jolts and spasms, held onto his wrists tighter, knowing it drove him crazy that he could watch her half naked grinding on and against him but couldn't touch her, she _knew_ what it did to him, hence why she was probably doing it.

All he had on his mind right now was Kayla – nothing else, just her. She occupied his whole brain from the way she smelt to how she moved and it was like an intoxicating drug, he felt addicted to her at this moment in time.

"Do you like this?" She whispered in a sultry voice, leaning forward and pressing her forehead against his as he nodded shakily, his voice unable to make words.

Her lips grazed across his cheek to his left ear, "Good" She muttered and just like that, when Stiles was already hovering on the brink of mind shattering pleasure, she pressed herself totally against him, thighs wrapped around his hips, pelvic bone rubbing up against his hard on.

"_Jesus... Christ_..." He groaned, "Kaylz... I can't uh... I'm going to-"

"Let it" She encouraged against his ear making his head feel dizzy, "Enjoy what my body is doing to yours" And that was it, that was all he needed at that moment in time as his whole body clenched, stars shooting across his vision, hips spasming as he felt himself come inside his pants, too wrapped up in pleasure to feel embarrassed that he and Kayla had just shared their first sexual experience together in nearly two and a half months in a public place filled with people, despite most of the people being too under Kayla's spell to realise what they were doing.

"Enjoy that?" She smirked, pulling back to look at him in the eye and Stiles just blinked slowly, mind still in a daze before all of a sudden spikes of ice pierced his skin and he let out a silent shriek, his mouth forming a big 'O' shape as a whole bucket of ice cold water got dumped over their heads.

"Right, that's it" Isaac announced, looking seriously disturbed as he held the large bucket and Scott stood behind him, face mortified and shocked, "No more grinding, no more lap dances and certainly no more... you know-" He waved his had in front of him, face screwing up, "-sex stuff" And Stiles was still gaping, his teeth now chattering, clothes soaked right through, "We're all leaving this instant" And Stiles didn't even have time to get back to his senses before Isaac had thrown Kayla over his shoulder like she weighed nothing and Scott had pulled him up by the arm, the death grip proving that he wasn't about to let go any time soon.

**A/N) we havent had a lot of smut lately so I thought I should deliver ;) different twist on dirty dancing right? Ha anyway, I hope y'all like this chappie, I typed it up quickly for ya ha so please please dont be shy, leave your thoughts below and I shall see you next chapter you awesome people x :)**


	103. Chapter 103 - Royal, it's in her blood

**Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is not mine is any shape or form – again, all the reviews and alerts and favourites make me beam, you all rock, hope you like this chapter :) x **

"Lahey what the hell do you think you're doing? Let me down this instance! _Lahey_! Oh for the love of god your shoulder is boney" Was a few of the exclamations Stiles heard from Kayla as Scott helped him weave his way through the moving bodies, his heart still hammering in his chest.

"No it's not you're just skinny" Isaac shot back and Stiles fumbled about for a moment while Scott took ahold of his shoulder firmly, helping push him through the front doors and Stiles caught a glimpse of the bodyguard giving them a suspicious and shocked glance as they all trailed their way from the bar – well, no wonder, Isaac was striding away with a dripping wet, practically half naked Kayla slung over his shoulder while Scott looked liked he was kidnapping an equally soaking wet Stiles whose T-shirt was ripped open who just allowed Scott to push him wherever the hell he planned on putting him.

"Uh... thanks man, we appreciate the help" Scott called out over his shoulder to the bodyguard who just nodded in a daze before shaking his head at the four of them.

"Lahey, you're an idiot you know that? What's the crime in giving my boyfriend a lap dance? None, and he was enjoying himself-"

"Yeah, _too_ much" Isaac grumbled moodily, an arm slung over the back of Kayla's bare knees, striding ahead of them quickly, heading down the gloomy alley way where Stiles' Jeep was parked and Stiles stumbled on blindly, trying anything in his power to walk properly and not like an eighty year old invalid because his pants were _still_ to tight on him and he could really do with a fresh change of clothes after getting himself in this rather, uh, 'sticky' situation.

"Aw, don't get jealous, if you play your cards right I might just give you one too" He heard Kayla mutter, her voice soft yet highly amused and he let out a sound of indignation because, ew, he didn't need that image in his head right now and just before they reached the Jeep Isaac stopped, his footsteps coming to a halt and although Stiles couldn't see his face right now he was sure his eyes went wide and the air got stuck in his throat.

"Wha-... that's not, I-" Isaac stuttered, his grip around Kayla loosening as he spun around to face Stiles and Scott, his jaw slack, "Don't do that" And because he seemed to be in some sort of state of shock after what Kayla said she managed to squirm her way out of his grip, dropping to the ground gracefully.

"Don't pretend you haven't thought about it" She purred, cocking her head to the side as she stared at Isaac and Stiles suddenly became aware how much of her skin was visible from her long bare slender legs to her toned torso, shirt buttons open, "I can't read minds but I can _feel_ emotions" Her hand reached out and started to play with the hem of Isaac's white t-shirt, her eyes starting to glow an endearing brighter green colour, "Just admit it" She whispered softly, her hand suddenly laying flat against Isaac's no doubt firm stomach and pushing him back against the Jeep.

"Kayla, c'mon, no more seducing people" Stiles implored, taking a hesitant step forward, "Especially, well, _him_" He nodded his head at the flustered Isaac, "Jesus, anyone but him"

"Why?" She asked innocently, sending him a smirk, "Does it really bother you _that_ much?"

"_Yes_" He exclaimed wildly, flinging his arms out, "Because he's _him_ and you're _my_ girlfriend and I know this isn't your fault because your head is mega messed up right now and you're no doubt confused by everything but if you could just try and think clearly then this whole scrap pile of mess can get cleared up, capiche?"

"_Wow_ Stiles, so I'm messed up now huh?" She chuckled, rolling her eyes, "You sure know how to charm a girl Stilinski" She sent him a flirtatious wink, her hand still curled around Isaac's tee, "And by the way, tone down the jealously big boy... or don't, it's pretty hot"

"Kayla, uh... can you possibly stop, um, touching me?" And they all turned their attention to Isaac who gulped loudly, his back still firmly pressed against the Jeep, breathing deeply.

"_Whyyyyy_?" She drawled out, swivelling her stare to Isaac as Stiles took another step forward, ready to pull them apart if anything happened between the two, "Is it because your heart feels like it's beating right out of your chest..." She whispered, cocking her head to the side as her hand slithered up to rest over his heart, "...Or because all you can think about is the feel of my body against yours..." She pressed herself against him as she leaned up to press her lips to his ear, "...Or maybe it's because you're sweating so much by concentrating in not trying to kiss me again..." And just as Stiles was about to step forward and tie Kayla up or _something_ to protect her from herself, knowing she would hate herself if she succumbed to that seductress side of her, she pulled away from Isaac, her hands still clinging to him.

"Uh... um, I-I don't... that's not-I'm fine, _we're_ fine... f-friends Kayla" He reminded her, eyes wide as sweat glistened across his forehead and Stiles just groaned loudly, giving Scott an 'oh my god' look.

"Right" She chuckled, "Whatever you say Lahey but just know..." And Stiles watched as she allowed her hand to slither back up his chest, running over his neck before suddenly grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking his head to the side like she was about to rip his throat out but all she did was lean up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, "... every single person here knows you're lying" And with dropping that bombshell – or not really considering Kayla was right, they all knew he had a crush on her – she took a step away from Isaac, smiling brightly.

"Good, now that's settled I really do need another drink" But before she could waltz right past them Stiles caught her around the waist, pulling her back and holding her to his chest.

"Yeah, I don't think so... we're leaving" He threw the Jeep keys to Scott who caught them expertly though he looked like he was in a daze from the sound of Kayla's words and Stiles couldn't blame him, he was sure they all felt a bit woozy from the power in her voice and wondered if 'driving under the influence' was such a good idea but they really didn't have another choice, "Scott, you drive, Kayla come in the back with me and Isaac uh-" He sent his sort-of not so sort-of friend an awkward look, "Cool down" He advised because the poor guy really did get a concentrated dose of seducing that was sure – his cheeks were flushed, skin glistening with beads of sweat, eyes unfocused and his hands were shaking ever so slightly, "Just don't bust the air con" And with that he took ahold of Kayla's hand and bundled her into the Jeep, trying not to look like he was kidnapping her, throwing guilty looks over his shoulder.

"Jeez Stiles, last time you were this eager to get in the backseat we had sex on it" Kayla commented, no shame at all and Stiles just groaned loudly as he heard Scott wince but it was Isaac who looked over his shoulder from the front seat, throwing them both dirty looks.

"Ew... I had to sit there" And Stiles just rolled his eyes at his immaturity but was soon distracted as Kayla leaned over and pressed her lips to his pulse point on his neck, immediately sending his mind haywire, "And now is about the time I wish I was blind" He heard Isaac mutter and could just imagine his face screwing up as he twisted back around in his seat, shaking his head.

Her lips moved over his neck slowly, tongue dragging across the skin sensually as her hand ran across his leg before siding up his inner thigh and gripping it tightly, making him jump because he had to remember that there were other people here within two feet of him and that if Kayla was herself she wouldn't be doing this – okay, that was a lie, she would totally be doing this to him in front of other people but not quite to the extremes she would now.

"U-Uh... K-Kayla can you, y'know, n-not?" He stuttered out, trying to ignore the feel of her fingertips caressing the inside of his thigh, his skin tingling through the thin fabric of his beige pants.

"But I want you" She whispered against his skin, her other free hand weaving it's way up his bare chest, pushing his ripped shirt to the side and his only coherent thought at that moment in time was 'damn, that was one of my favourite T-shirts' before Kayla amped up the concentrated seductress power to a high hundred and his mind went blank.

"Uh... um, heh... uh..." And he honest to god couldn't think straight right now, all his energy being used on how damn good Kayla's lips felt on his clammy skin, her hands making his body feel alive and buzzed.

She suddenly threw her leg over his waist, straddling his lap, hands slinking around his neck and Stiles let out a gasp of surprise as she very subtly grinded against him.

"Holy crap" He muttered, biting his bottom lip, his whole body tensing up as the rational part of his mind told him to not react, to not fall for her advances while the other irrational ninety percent of his brain was screaming at him to just let go and relax, give in to her needs and his too.

"Uh... Stiles?" Scott called out hesitantly, "You coping back there?"

"Um..." She then flipped her curled hair over one shoulder, cocking an eyebrow at him in amusement before catching his ear lobe inbetween her teeth, gently sucking on the flesh, "Uh... t-totally" though it was a complete lie, he was _this-close_ to not wanting to cope if you got his hint.

"You sure?" Isaac then asked disbelievingly, letting out a loud scoff, "Because you said that before and then look at what happened" And Stiles gulped, imagining slapping Isaac around the head for that reminder – one he did not need at that moment in time considering he was trying to forget how good Kayla made him feel.

"No I'm not sure so if one of you idiots could hurry up and get to wherever the hell we're going then that would be a _great_ help" He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes before Kayla then grabbed his neck and tilted his head to the side, her teeth teasingly grazing across the veins in his neck before gently biting down as her hands gripped at his hips and he groaned, slipping back into that dazed state, his eyelids fluttering shut.

"Oh for the love of god" He thought he heard Isaac groan to himself but pushed his voice away, too caught up in the way Kayla's lips were now soothing the reddening skin on his neck to really care what the hell that idiot was blabbering on about... that was until the Jeep got jostled and he heard Scott let out a sound of exclamation and when he managed to peel his eyes open Isaac was sat next to them, all six foot two of him cramped up in the small backseat.

"Just face it Stilinski, you can't deal with all of 'this'" And Stiles just blinked rapidly as Kayla pulled back, looking over at Isaac too, "All of the times this has happened you've always ended up, uh... being... _satisfied_..." He muttered, staring between the two awkwardly and if Stiles could think properly then he would have the capacity to be embarrassed or shameful but he didn't at the moment, Kayla straddling his lap may have had something to do with that lack of train of thought, "So, for the sake of all out sanities, I'm going to try and not make you two hook up when _us_ two-" He pointed, "Are within hearing distance"

"That rule has already been broken" Scott piped up and Stiles leaned to the side, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, "Like so many times" And Stiles just huffed loudly – so much for his best friend having his back huh?

"Y'all need to loosen up some" Kayla commented, her hands dropping from his neck as she chuckled at Isaac, "Honestly... you're acting like I committed the worst crime known to man, it's called sex... s-e-x..." Her eyes dazzled brightly, "And judging by that stick up your ass I know you're getting none, which is a shame... you're missing out" And Stiles heard Isaac choke on thin air at Kayla's bluntness.

"Aw... don't be shy" Her hand shot out to trail up and down his arm comfortingly, "Though it is kinda cute when you get all flustered" And Stiles just groaned as Isaac started to fall for it hook, line and sinker.

"Kayla... really? _Really_?" Stiles asked, "Isaac...again? He's one of your best friends for crying out loud"

"And?" She asked, sounding genuinely confused by his statement, "Stiles, let me explain this to you" She started to say, adjusting her position on his lap making Stiles' blood rush to his cheeks and definitely somewhere else if Kayla's smirk was anything to go by, "being like this, it's like... it's like everyone means something to me, like I want them to feel appreciated and wanted and I can't control it, I know I can't control it but for some reason I just... I don't care... and I feel like that should be wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I can't help it" She peeked up at him through her eyelashes, "Explain to me why that's wrong"

"Because _this_ isn't you" Stiles whispered softly, "and I know it's not, some part of you is controlling the other part and making you feel all needy and wanty, stopping you from feeling what you normally feel so maybe if you just, I don't know, focus? Maybe that will help"

He watched cautiously as she bit her lip, blinking slowly, "All I can focus on right now is some giant group car orgy... is that what you mean?"

"Wow... _great_ image Kaylz, I really needed that in my head right now" Stiles muttered, screwing his face up just as the Jeep suddenly parked and Stiles looked around in confusion at their new destination.

"Well all I can think about right now is that image becoming a reality so..." He shot his two other friends a 'holy crap' look, "Aw, don't pout... you're still my favourite" She smirked at him playfully just as Scott jumped out of the Jeep, pulling back the seat to let them out and Isaac threw himself out clumsily like he had gotten burnt, both boys taking dramatic steps backwards.

"I'm not getting involved in any of your kinks" Scott stated, shaking his head and Stiles managed to manoeuvre himself from under Kayla as her hands continued to grip and rub at him and just as her fingers managed to unbutton his pants he let out a sound of surprise and embarrassment because his friends seeing the lap dance was bad enough, he did not want them seeing any more of his skin than was absolutely necessary, and he fell backwards, tripping over his own feet and slipping from the Jeep and colliding with the hard tarmac underneath.

"Okay... ow" He muttered in a daze just as Scott and Isaac both grabbed an arm each and started hauling him backwards, like Kayla was either some sort of infectious disease or a serial killer.

"You guys are no fun" Kayla pouted as she pulled herself from the Jeep, long bare legs first and Stiles was sure all of their eyes trailed up her body in a sort of daze as she leaned against the vehicle, shirt open, water still glistening on her tan skin and holy god... he had to focus... he had to focus... he had... to... focus... on what? What...

"And by the way... my eyes are up here" She smirked, eyes bright and mischievous and Stiles blinked rapidly, glancing at either side of him to see Scott and Isaac snap out of their dazes too, sending him guilty looks.

"Yes they are you bunch of hormonal teenagers" A voice greeted somewhat irritably and Stiles groaned, blushing a deep red as they all turned around to see Derek glaring at them all in annoyance, his jaw set in stone, "You lot so much as look at her the wrong way I will tear your eyes out" And great... just bleeding fantastic.

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><p>"This really is remarkable" Stiles watched as Doctor Deaton mixed different herbs together, his eyes flitting between the four of them, "I have only ever read about such creatures from mythology, I wasn't aware any of their bloodlines had survived"<p>

"Well they have, are you done yet?" Derek asked, his tone sharp as he watched Kayla wander around the vet's room, playing with different pieces of equipment, letting out the occasional sigh at getting ignored.

"Patience is a virtue Derek" Deaton's eyes twinkled as he glanced up from his work, "I have to get this right"

"And what could make this more worse?" Derek demanded, "my cousin looks about ready to sleep with anyone that meets her eye... that's not happening, not on my watch"

"It won't" Deaton reassured, his careful fingers sprinkling in some funky bits of leaves into this weird smelling orange paste, "Now were was I? Encantado's are primarily from a male bloodline, the creatures were male but there was only one bloodline with female off spring – the Araújo's"

"The huh?" Stiles muttered, crossing his arms in confusion, "The what?"

"The royals" Deaton muttered, "The most powerful, the most fierce, the most... let's put this delicately... the most _sexual_" And Stiles' eyebrows about shot into his hairline, "From one king centuries ago thousands of offspring were created in the space of a few short years, of course, most of them never made it to adulthood but..."

"That's just so reassuring" Isaac commented and Stiles let out a sound of agreement as he stood next to Scott who stayed silent, listening to the story, "So what happened next?"

"I wasn't aware this was story time... are you done yet?" And how Deaton had any patience left with Derek was beyond Stiles.

"No... we need to let the herbs settle otherwise this _will_ go wrong" Deaton said and Stiles gulped loudly, breaking out in a nervous sweat, "I don't know if you're familiar with the story of Maria-"

"-She got kidnapped, forced to canoodle with some sick bastards underwater and gave birth to a baby girl, one of the only children that escaped back to normal human civilisation" Stiles rambled and they all gave him astonished looks, "What? I'm not thick, I know stuff"

"Well... yes actually" Deaton looked surprised, "But what not many know is that baby girl was the only female, _ever_, to escape the waters... and she was of royal descent, that not only made her extremely valuable but equally as dangerous"

"So what you're saying is-"

"-Is that Kayla is directly related to the Araújo clan which makes her the only female encantado alive today with the power of royalty" And Stiles' eyes slid over to Kayla who was now sitting on the vet's silver examination table, swinging her legs, looking more and more agitated as time went on, "Which is... _dangerous_, these seducing turns she's taking, she can't stop it or control it, she probably doesn't ever realise what she's doing as time progresses... Stiles, can I ask you some personal questions?" Deaton asked and Stiles gulped as he felt Derek's glare on the side of his head, his body getting flushed.

"U-Uh... sure, if it helps Kayla" And he uncrossed his arms, getting ready to run if Derek decided beating him to a bloody pulp would be the best option.

"Last time this happened what made it worse?" And Stiles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Let me rephrase, what was the reason she turned her attention away from you onto other people"

"Oh, uh... because I realised what was going on and didn't let her, you know... do stuff to me" He muttered quietly, ready to die of embarrassment right about now, "Like... I felt bad about it..."

"You didn't seem to feel bad about it earlier when you two were grinding on each other" Isaac commented under his breath and Stiles was sure he just said that to give Derek another reason to want to kill him, as if dating his cousin wasn't bad enough.

"I didn't... we weren't-that wasn't-" He stuttered loudly as Derek sent him a fierce glare, "That wasn't what it looked like... it was just, um... dancing"

"Yeah, okay" Isaac scoffed and Stiles just groaned under his breath, dreading all the things Derek was going to do to him when they made Kayla better again – or before that, _now_ possibly if Derek's' ragged, furious breathing was anything to go by.

"That's it... that's the breaking point" Deaton muttered, his eyes lighting up in realisation, "Normal encantados don't care who they sleep with, they only have the emotional capacity to care about the actual act itself but Kayla loves you-" He looked at Stiles, "-She has a bond with you which means she has someone to channel her energy onto but when you reject her..." He trailed off and Stiles found himself 'ahaing' at this mind blowing bombshell, "That's when the encantado side takes over"

"So all of this is because he doesn't treat his girlfriend right?" Isaac asked and Stiles rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Actually he treats me very _very_ right, in lots of different ways too" Kayla piped up, smirking at them, "Usually anyway but now it feels like he's bored" She hopped off the table, cocking an eyebrow at them all.

"I'm not bored Kaylz I was just... we were... I was trying to respect your healing time" He pointed down at her leg which was completely fine now, hell hardly even a scar was visible, "The last time we, uh... _you know_..." He felt his cheeks turn ever redder because not only was Derek here, which was bad enough, but some weird ass 'veterinarian' too who he hardly knew as well, "It wasn't... we weren't... I wasn't sure if-"

"It's called a one night stand Stiles" Kayla pointed out, "And here you are, rejecting me again, like you have been for the past god knows how long, why is that? You screwing around?" And Stiles' jaw literally hit the floor as everyone in the room sent him a look as if to say 'you better not be'.

"Wha- No... _no_" He shook his head quickly, "You're not thinking strai-"

"Don't tell me what I am or am not thinking" She interrupted, rolling her eyes, "But it feels sucky and awful and right now my whole body is _craving_ for contact and if you won't give it to me, then-" She just shrugged nonchalantly, reaching forward and grabbing Isaac's t-shirt and hauling him forward and everyone was too shocked to do anything straight away, and even though Stiles knew this wasn't Kayla's fault, she was trying to fight off the seductress side of her but it was obviously stronger than anyone of them anticipated or hoped, he still felt a bitter jealous streak run through his veins as Kayla pulled Isaac to her, hands tangling themselves in his hair, their lips smashing together.

What Deaton said made complete sense – she had told him ages ago that he was her anchor, the one that could keep her grounded, stop her from loosing her head, and when she felt that connection slipping away the encantado genes found that as a weak spot and overtook her conscious thought and twisted their way inside her head, wanting their host to be exactly like her ancestors – heartless, careless and completely focused on being some sort of queen seductress and Stiles had no clue what to do about it. He knew that was the only reason why she was currently lip-locking with his former enemy-sort of friend but that didn't mean he had to like it – _at all._

He opened his mouth, about to protest or do something, _anything_, but he froze up for some reason, suddenly unsure of himself. Again, he knew the only reason he was currently witnessing his version of hell on earth right now was because Kayla was slipping but why did he freeze? Why wasn't he being the good boyfriend and breaking them apart? Why did he let it get this far?

It seemed he wasn't the only one shocked at the sudden change of events because for a few seconds no one did anything, just stared in surprise as Kayla tugged at Isaac's hair, arms winding around his neck and Stiles saw the exact moment where things changed with Isaac – he had to give the guy credit, for the first two seconds or so it looked like he was about to pull away and be a half decent guy but as soon as Kayla moved one of her hands down to grip at the nape of his neck he kissed back, not even caring about the audience.

Okay, wake up Stiles, wake up – he was dreaming that was all, this was just some seriously messed up nightmare, that was all it was, it had to be... right?

Wrong. Dead wrong.

Kayla then pulled Isaac forward until her back crashed into the examination table and without skipping a beat Isaac lifted her up by her bare upper thighs so she was now sitting on the table, legs immediately wrapping around his hips and Stiles felt like screaming but just as Derek took a heated step forward, a growl tearing its way from his throat and Scott joining him, he saw Kayla gently push Isaac back by the chest.

"What the hell... _what the hell_?" And she peered around Isaac, eyes confused making them all stop and raise their eyebrows, "What the _fuck_ is going on?" She demanded, eyebrows furrowing and Stiles took a couple of steps forward, rubbing a hand down his face in relief, "Oh my god... why am I kissing you? Where the _hell_ am I and why in _god's name_ am I dressed like a hooker?" She practically screeched, green gaze going wide, "Holy sh-" She was cut off as she tried to jump down from the table but ended up misjudging the height and tumbling to the floor ungracefully.

And Stiles didn't even spare anyone a glance as he dropped to his knees next to her, gently taking a hold of her hand and helping her stand up, relief spreading through his veins, the fact she had no clue what had just happened proved how not-herself she was.

"Kayla, wh-"

"Why did I just wake up kissing Isaac?" She demanded, swivelling her stare between them all, "I mean... not that you aren't good at that but, well..." She glanced at Isaac, "Why was I kissing you? What the fuck?"

"Kayla, calm down an-" He tried to cool her down even though for no apparent reason he felt mad at both of them, even though it wasn't either of their faults, but he guessed that was what happened when you saw your girlfriend about to go at it with one of her male best friends.

"No" She said sharply, "I can't remember any of _this_-" She flung her arm out between all of them who just stared back in still shock, "-Oh god... it happened again didn't it?" She gazed up at Stiles in dread, eyes full of guilt and shame, "Stiles I-" She tried to reach out for him but before she could touch his arm he pulled it away, avoiding her concerned stare.

"Don't" He muttered before realising how sharp and awful that sounded and softened his tone slightly, "Look... just meet me in the Jeep when you're ready to go home" He tried for a smile but it came out as a sort of grimace and he knew he shouldn't be acting like this but it hurt, _a lot_, to see that, no matter who's fault it was or wasn't, he did have a right to be hurt didn't he?

Kayla's big doe green eyes stared up at him before nodding, probably realising he didn't want to be in a room full of people after witnessing that so she let him go with hurt eyes as he turned around on the spot and yes, he and Isaac were on good terms kind of, but when he saw him hunched over, looking down at the floor guiltily he clenched his fist because he still kissed her back, after talking about resisting and control he lost it and made out with his girlfriend in her most vulnerable state and without warning his hand shot out and decked Isaac across the jaw and he was shocked at his own strength as Isaac tumbled back against the table, holding his face as it no doubt throbbed judging by the way his face had screwed up in pain.

"_Stiles_" Kayla exclaimed, voice laced in surprise as she took a hold of Isaac's arm and helped haul him up but by that time Stiles had already disappeared through the side door, despite the constant callings of his name.

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><p>First off, let's get one thing straight here – Kayla did not have any romantic feelings at all for Isaac or anyone else that night that may have got caught up in her web of sex and lust, second she couldn't remember anything, <em>at all,<em> about what she did, last thing she remembered was trying her damnest to clean up as best she could for the sheriff (even though she sucked at cleaning) and the next thing she knew Isaac and her were practically all over each other and third, well... she felt completely and utterly awful about this whole thing, even though she still wasn't sure what she had to apologise for because it was just like a blank state but she was sure there was bound to be _something_.

She had angered Stiles, confused Isaac and pissed off Derek all in the space of a few seconds and she felt bloody terrible about it – god, why couldn't her family be normal? Why did she have to be cursed by these damn seductress genes inside her, she just wanted them out of her, every single cell picked out because it made her sick at the thought of not being able to control herself, the thought that if she couldn't get a damn grip then the people she would hurt would be endless.

Stiles drove them home in silence, his jaw clenched and this was the thing – Stiles was _never_ quiet, only when he wasn't feeling like himself, if he was hurt, angry or sad – and _well done Kayla_, she thought sarcastically, you just made him feel all those things at once.

He drove in silence. He parked the Jeep in silence. He went to his room in silence and it all just felt... unnatural, for lack of a better word. Well that and the tension was bloody unbelievable.

She sat on his bed, watching with careful eyes as he tried to look busy, flitting about his room when in reality he was just fiddling with stuff, avoiding looking at her and all possible topics of conversation.

"Stiles?" Kayla called out gently, "Uh... you'll wear the carpet down soon if you don't slow down" She commented lightly, trying to break the tension as he passed her to the other end of the room but he didn't comment, just sent her a small, forced smile before returning to doing whatever he was pretending he was doing.

"Okay, um... you wanna sit down?" She tried again, "Please?" And he finally met her gaze, looking between her and the bed like it was some sort of man eating trap or something, but he still nodded all the same and plonked down next to her, a good foot of space between them.

"Y'know, I would much prefer you getting mad than this silent treatment" She commented but he just shook his head, still not meeting her stare.

"I'm not mad Kaylz"

"Yes you are" She contradicted, "Of course you are, I would be mad too"

"But it wasn't your fault, you can't remember-"

"-You're right, I can't remember acting like the town's easiest lay but doesn't mean you're not hurt and for that I... I'm really sorry" She apologised whole-heartedly, "I hate this part of me and I dunno how to control it but that's _not_ an excuse... I should learn control, it should be my first priority and that's on me Stiles but please just... don't shut me out"

"I-I'm not" He said quietly, before letting out an ironic chuckle, "I just... I didn't like seeing you kissing _him_" He muttered under his breath, "It... it hurt" He admitted and Kayla grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing lightly.

"I know" She whispered, "And I'm really sorry"

"You don't have to apologise Kaylz" He told, thumb stroking the back of her hand, "It's not your fault"

"Stop saying that Stiles, it _was_, it _is_, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't happen again... I'll read up on all the facts and history with Deaton, I'll work out some long distance training schedule with Affonso, I'll even take those god awful herbs Deaton said might help, okay? I don't want to hurt you again, I don't want to turn into that person" And he finally glanced up from looking down at his lap, his soft brown eyes wide and sincere.

"It was just a kiss Kayla, it's not like you slept with him"

"It may have just been a kiss but it wasn't you I was kissing" She pointed out, hating herself for whatever she did, not sure if she wanted to remember or not, "Whatever it takes Stiles, I'll do it" She vowed and he gave her a small, a real one this time, as he raised her hand and kissed the back of it gently.

"Thank you" He muttered, "That means a lot"

"Well you're worth a lot" She smirked, bumping his shoulder playfully, "And as for punching Isaac..." He gave her a look caught between guilty and proud making Kayla chuckle lightly, "I probably would've punched him too – too much tongue" She joked, trying to cheer him up and for a second she wasn't sure it was going to work but his eyes soon glistened with amusement as he laughed quietly.

"And uh... sorry, _again_, for everything Stiles, I-" But he cut her off by kissing her forehead.

"Don't" He whispered, lips grazing her skin gently, "I know it's me you love and me you want to be with otherwise, well... you wouldn't be here feeling bad when you could be out there grinding on other guys and giving them lap dances" And Kayla furrowed her eyebrows because _what the hell_ was he talking about?

"Come again" She requested, face crinkling up.

"Again? The first time was mind blowing enough" He joked lightly and Kayla just 'ahhhh'd' in thought, eyes going wide with realisation.

"I gave you a lap dance didn't I?"

"A really good lap dance" He smiled warmly as Kayla smirked at him, elbowing him playfully.

"Well... at least it was you" She chuckled lightly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek, not sure if he wanted to kiss her after she made out with Isaac but just before she could pull away his hands caught her cheek, tilting her back around so he had full access to her lips, pressing his to hers ever so softly. And he didn't pull away gagging, saying it was a mistake or that he could taste Isaac on her or whatever so she took that as a good sign... as good a sign as she was going to get probably.

"Hmmmm" She moaned lightly because this? _This_ felt right! When she came back to her senses and felt Isaac right there, his lips on hers, it felt wrong and weird – like she was kissing a cousin or something, but here with Stiles she felt herself, she felt at home, she felt like herself and that was worth everything to her.

"I've been kind of ignoring you lately" Stiles said quietly, pulling back a little, his lips still touching hers with the faintest of pressure, "Treating you like you're fragile when you're so not... and I'm sorry, I thought that was the proper thing to do but now I realise it's not.. I've been pushing you away and I'm sorry" He glanced down at her lips, his tongue darting out to wetten his own, "Kaylz I-" But she silenced him with another kiss, pressing herself forward to cut him off, her hands resting across his chest as she felt his hands tangle in her hair, keeping her close to him.

"I love you" She mumbled inbetween the soft kisses she was giving him, "God, I love you so much" And with that she slid her hands up his chest before gripping at the nape of his neck, holding him as near to her as possible, her words soft and sincere – if there was one thing that tonight showed and proved was that, in her eyes, she didn't need or want anyone bar this goofball sitting right next to her.

**A/N) OKAY... officially going onto the summer chapters – woo hoo :) so if any of you's have any ideas prompts for Stayla or anyone else, (friendship stuff/sheriff and kayla bonding/ family stuff/ whatever) any angst, fluff, whatever then I will be happy to write it in before the story finishes – and if I don't put it in this story then I will squeeze it into the next one :) SO PLEAS SHARE SO PROMPTS AND HIT ME WITH SOME IDEAS YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE and also please please review, I love you all for sticking with me :) see ya next time x **


	104. Chapter 104 -Dreaming of a bright future

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Stiles woke up gasping for breath, sweat running from every single pore in his body as he flailed about in the bed, trying to pull himself back into reality as soon as possible because that dream was seriously freaking him the hell out. He was breathing heavily, limbs spasming as he looked around wildly at his darkened room, the sun just beginning to peak through the curtains, telling him immediately it was just after dawn – _far far far_ too early.

"Stiles, what's going on? You okay?" And at Kayla's concerned voice he jumped, almost tumbling from the bed, his wide eyes meeting her soft curious ones.

"Uh... oh, um... y-yeah" He stuttered, watching closely as she pushed herself up, hand landing on his shoulder, fingers caressing him like she was trying to soothe him, calm him down, "I just... I was just dreaming"

"Nightmare?" She asked and Stiles gulped nervously, breaking out in another cold sweat – he wouldn't call it a 'nightmare' per say... more like a terrifyingly yet comforting dream, did that make any sense at all? Probably not.

"No, no, just a weird dream" He tried for a smile, raising his hand to rest on hers atop his shoulder, "Nothing to worry about, promise"

"Hmmm" She muttered in disbelief, like she didn't believe him, "You sure?" And Stiles glanced down, meeting her bright green gaze and had to stop from himself from chuckling at the sight of her hair standing on end, dishevelled like she had been tossing and turning all night – or dragged through a hedge backwards, several times in a row, both were equally quite plausible.

"Positive" He muttered, kissing the side of her hand before dropping his and pulling away his sweaty T-shirt from his body, the material practically soaked through, feeling all flustered and damp, "I'm gonna go take a shower, I feel all yucky" But before he could excuse himself he felt Kayla grab ahold of his arm, halting him in his tracks whilst her other hand landed on the nape of his sticky neck, fingers gliding through the beginnings of his growing hair making his heart race in his chest.

"Stiles, it's not even light enough to be classed as morning" She pointed out, "And it's summer... stay in bed" And he wanted to, he really did, especially because of how comforting her fingers felt gliding across his short hair but he couldn't, he still couldn't breathe properly and he needed time to gather his thoughts before his mind caught up with him and decided it would be a good idea to have a complete and utter freak out.

"I'll be back" He muttered, leaning to the side to press a soft kiss to her forehead, "Go back to sleep" And when he pulled back he saw the slight hurt look on her face, green eyes looking at him guiltily like she had done something wrong though she covered it up well with a small smile and a defensive stance, the only reason he could see through that façade was because he knew her so damn well.

"Okay, sure" She muttered, dropping her hand from his neck, trailing down his back before detaching from his body and he winced slightly, feeling bad for the way he was acting but he couldn't think straight at the moment, his mind turned to mush.

He was about to open his mouth to say something, _anything_, but nothing came out, it was like the words got stuck in his throat and he clammed up, his mind going through that weird ass dream causing his body to go tense in nervousness.

Kayla watched him stand up, her train eyes analysing his every move and he couldn't blame her – he was acting way off... but maybe that was because he felt way off too.

He crept from the bedroom, tiptoeing across the hall in case his dad decided to have a lie in and made his way to the bathroom, sliding in and locking the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief. Jesus Stiles, he cursed himself internally, what is going on with you?

He stripped off his sweaty clothes, glad to get rid of them as he stepped inside the shower and immediately the hot water soothed his skin, washing away his nervousness.

"_... And they need their lunch-box made and packed, homework checked, clothes ironed and-"_

"_Kaylz, relax" Stiles chuckled, hands landing on her shoulders, "I think I know what my kids need for school now go, you've got a plane to catch" He encouraged with a soft smile, "Big meeting remember? I can hold the fort here"_

"_I know you can hold the fort" She smirked, "But I also know how much they can twist you around their little fingers" She pointed out and Stiles just 'ahhhhh'd' because it was true – he was a big softie, sue him._

"_That is true" He nodded, "But we'll manage... it's only a week Kaylz"_

"_I know but..." He watched as she tugged at the hem of her striped T-shirt nervously, "Most parents would love a week of peace and quiet but... but I don't" Her green eyes stared up at him nervously, "I'm gonna miss the noise and destruction they make" And Stiles laughed openly, pulling her forward to give her a hug, kissing the side of her head, medium length hair straight and flowy, still just as soft as ever._

"_Just wait and till you're gone and realise how fun having no kids was and maybe you won't want to come back" He joked, glad it worked as he felt her body shake with small laughs, "And like I said-" He pulled back, hands threading into her hair and tilting her head up, "-It's only a week and there's skype and this amazing invention called 'phones'... dunno if you've heard of th-" And she playfully punched his chest, eyes lighting up with amusement._

"_Ha-ha" She smirked, "But you're right I guess"_

"_As always" he sent her a wink, "Now give your husband a goodbye kiss" He muttered, pulling her forward and smashing their lips together as her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even further forward, the kiss full of emotion and want as he allowed his hands to glide down to tug at her hips before sliding down even further and-_

"_Ewwwwww" A feminine childish voice exclaimed and Stiles and Kayla pulled back in amusement as a girl, no older than three, stood at the bottom of the wooden stairs, decked out in pink fluffy pyjama's, dark hair sticking up on end, wide eyes staring up at them in disapproval, face screwing up, "Mommy, tell daddy to stop doing that to you" And Stiles laughed, shaking his head but broke free from the embrace, allowing Kayla to bend down to kid-height, her hand shooting out to soothe the girls' hair._

"_Cheeky monkey" Kayla teased before laughing and starting to tickle the girls' torso who screamed in delight, trying to wiggle free from Kayla's grip as she picked her up._

"_Mommy... stop, stop, stop" She giggled and Kayla did, propping the girl on her hip and Stiles smiled warmly because he knew Kayla would make a great mom, even if she did doubt herself at the start and rare occasions from there, he just knew she would be a natural._

"_Mommy has to go now... where are your brother and sister?"_

"_Sleeping" The girl pouted, "And do you have to mommy? Please don't go" And Stiles watched as indecision shined on Kayla's face, doubt and sadness creeping over her features so he just reached out and squeezed her arm in comfort._

"_I have to baby... but daddy's here, you'll have fun with him"_

"_Daddy doesn't make good sandwiches, you do" And Stiles looked down in faux hurt, gaping down at the small girl._

"_I make the best sandwiches, best in the state actually" He pointed out, hiding his laughter as the girl just sent him an unimpressed look, looking so much older than her three years of age, resembling Kayla's expressions right down to a tee._

"_Nu uh" She shook her head, pouting lightly._

"_It's okay Claudia... like dad said to me earlier, it's only a week" And warmth spread through Stiles' veins at the name, just like it always did, forever grateful that they named their youngest after his mother... it just seemed right, like she was always there with them in some way, looking down at them and watching out for them._

"_Me and my awesome sandwich making skills will be back before you know it" And Stiles watched as she pulled Claudia to her chest, giving her a hug, "Now gimme a squeeze" And the little girl threw her arms around Kayla's neck, squeezing her tightly as Kayla laughed but when she met Stiles gaze it was saddened and guilty, like she felt bad for making her daughter upset because she had to go._

"_I'll miss you mommy"_

"_I'll miss you too Claud" Kayla mumbled, pressing a kiss to the girl's head, "Now I really do have to go, planes don't wait around like Taxis" And when she finally managed to pry Claudia's arms away from around her neck she passed her to Stiles who expertly held her to his chest, leaning down and passing Kayla her suitcase._

"_You'll ace it, trust me" He smiled and Kayla beamed at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaning over doing the same to Claudia._

"_Bye" Kayla waved, sending them a wide smile before making her way to the door, hesitating slightly over the threshold but looked back, meeting Stiles' gaze who just nodded in encouragement and that seemed to work as she disappeared, shutting the door behind her._

"_I miss mommy" Claudia immediately spoke up and Stiles glanced down, seeing her pouting lightly, "She reads the bestest bedtime stories" And Stiles suddenly just threw her up in the air, laughing as he heard her screech in shock before settling down over his shoulders, sitting there quite comfortably._

"_Well tonight daddy is going to tell you a story about the pretty princess going on a trip, having to fly a plane and fight all the bad guys to save the world... does that sound good?"_

"_Is it about mommy?" Claudia asked innocently, hands resting on his head and Stiles nodded in confirmation, smiling widely._

"_Yeah... that okay for you princess?"_

"_Yes" Claudia giggled, "You're the best daddy"_

And Stiles shook his head, water droplets falling from his wet hair as he pulled himself from those thoughts, from that dream, pushing it to one side as he turned off the shower. That dream scared him shitless for lack of a better term, it did, it made him nervous and scared because he had no idea why he was dreaming or even thinking about that sort of thing. Yet, at the same time, past those feelings of terror and confusion, it did make him feel all warm and safe on the inside, content even. That dream felt so real at the time, like it was actually happening, like that future was real and Stiles hated the feeling he had now – the feeling of being safe and secure ripped away from him violently, because although going from dating to married with three kids in three seconds flat was a bit extreme, the feeling of stability was gone because his future was uncertain and if the supernatural world kept butting into his life then maybe he wouldn't have a future at all.

Though, if he had to choose, he would much rather his dream future be real than anything else at this moment, not willing to take a risk that high because at least dream him looked and felt happy and that was all he wanted... he wanted a normal life.

Stiles stepped out of the shower, wrapping the blue fluffy towel around his hips, trying to figure out his conflicting emotions and why he was feeling so sad over the fact it was just a dream...

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><p>"So... what? You figured you would just disappear into thin air without telling anybody?" Kayla called out through the airport and a few people turned around in confusion but the one person she was actually talking to stopped dead in his tracks, obviously recognising her voice, "I get it, you feel guilty and think it's better to go without drama but Jackson... drama is your middle name" She smiled, walking up behind him as he eventually turned around, his eyes that were always so angry and bitter seemed sad and heartbroken.<p>

"Everyone knows I'm going, they just don't know when"

"And what about Lydia?" Kayla asked, watching as guilt flared up in his eyes, "Don't you think she'd want to say goodbye?"

"Look, Hale" Jackson started to say in annoyance, sounding a lot like his usual self before the whole Kanima business, "Can't you just drop it? It's none of your god damn bus-" But she cut him off by leaning up and giving him a hug, startling him.

"Stop trying to be the tough guy Jackson" She advised in his ear, "You have feelings just like everyone else... use them" She gave him another tight squeeze before pulling back, "And being by yourself in London is hard enough without being newly turned so, please Jackson, don't be stubborn... if you need help, or someone to talk to then call, text, email, I don't care which just do it and if you don't then I will hijack a god damn plane and fly over there, you hear me?" She demanded, "I mean it Jackson"

"Why would you do that?" He asked in confusion, "You hate me"

"I don't hate you" She rolled her eyes, "I hated the wall you put up, the façade, but I don't hate _you_" She lightly punched his arm playfully, "You acted like a real fucking dick all the time but there's more to you than that... I just wish I got to see more of it" She smiled sadly as Jackson cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What are you on?" He asked in amazement, "You're acting soft"

"Shut up" She grumbled, rolling her eyes again, "Listen Jackson, what I said still applies... I want to hear from you because I know that deep down you're not okay, I can see it" And he looked at her, surprised and shocked, "And maybe because... I would still like to be your friend" She admitted before pointing at him dramatically, "And don't joke or tease me, I mean it" She warned as she saw him give a small half smile.

"You want to be my friend?" He asked, "Why again?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, the first time was hard enough" She joked, "So... truce?" She asked, holding out her hand and Jackson stared down at it in amazement, like he couldn't believe what she was offering, like he was shocked that he wasn't completely hated by everyone like he thought he was but he gave her a small smile, his hand reaching out and shaking hers.

"Truce" He confirmed, "I just... I didn't think anyone would still want to know me after, well..."

"After you went on a murdering spree as a giant lizard and tried to kill us all?" She asked lightly as he nodded, "Pfttt, you had a bad week, it happens" She waved it off, smiling lightly, "But before you go I really think you need to say goodbye to someone" And Jacksons' eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Kayla stepped to the side, allowing Jacksons' eyes to travel through the mass of people to see Lydia standing there solemnly, hands crossed in front of her, forcing a small smile on her face.

"You can thank me later on that text you're _totally_ gonna send me when you get to London" She said playfully, nudging his arm as he sent her a look of thanks before she walked away, passing Lydia who was moving towards Jackson and Kayla just carried on walking back to her car, giving those two some time and privacy they obviously needed.

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><p>"So where's Kayla today then?" Heather asked Stiles curiously, "She didn't just scuttle off because I came over did she?" And Stiles gaped but shook his head wildly, ignoring the film on the TV.<p>

"Wha- no, no" He reassured his friend, "She just had this, uh... thing to do with Lydia" He made up as Heather shot him a 'yeah right' look.

"No she didn't" Heather said, calling his bluff, "Does she not like me or something?"

"She likes you" Stiles contradicted, "She just figured we could do with some friend time, alone" He said, telling the truth this time, "She does it with Scott sometimes too, said she doesn't want to be one of those girlfriends that hogs her boyfriend from any form of a social life" He quoted her, giving Heather a smile, "Don't be so paranoid"

"Okay Stilinski, I was just curious" Heather laughed, "I just found it strange that the whole six times I've been here she, well... hasn't" And Stiles furrowed his eyebrows in thought, considering what she was saying, "Isn't that seen as weird?"

"Maybe a little" Stiles hummed, "But I promise she does like you"

"How can she know if she likes me if she hasn't properly met me yet?"

"Don't question my knowledge Heather" Stiles smirked, "I just know these things okay?"

"Okay, okay whatever" Heather rolled her eyes, "And uh... speak of the devil" She nodded her head to the window where Stiles saw Kayla pulling herself from her car and, oh crap, why was he there with her, "And she's brought back up... who's that?"

Stiles gulped before groaning, "Uh... her cousin... Derek" And Stiles was caught between being curious as to why Derek willingly came here and slightly terrified.

"Oh" Heather muttered, "And I'm guessing you don't like him?"

"Or he doesn't like me, it's a two way street" Stiles said before looking around wildly, panic flaring up in his chest, "Crap, act natural" He commanded, settling back against the sofa, "Act like we're not doing anything remotely suspicious"

"We're not though" Heather laughed, relaxing back against the sofa.

"No we're not but he's seriously over protective and has sharp senses" Ha – sharp senses was putting it lightly, "Crap, crap, crap-" And then the front door opened.

"... such a coward for telling you to tell me, what? Can't he grow enough balls to tell me himself?" He heard Kayla rant as she walked in, "Idiot"

"Don't shoot the messenger" Derek then grumbled and Stiles could just imagine him rolling his eyes, "And it sounds like a good id-"

"Shut up" Kayla dead-panned, "You wouldn't know a good idea if it hit you in the ass" And Stiles saw Heather's eyes grow wide in shock and decided now would be a good idea to show themselves.

"Uh... hey" He said, sitting forward on the couch and meeting one pair of shocked eyes and the other angry, "What's going on... you okay?" He asked in concern, looking over at how flustered Kayla was.

"Yeah... you look a little... off" Stiles heard Heather supply, deciding it was best to join in on the conversation rather than sit by idly, looking out of place.

"Off? _Off_?" Kayla demanded and Stiles winced, standing up, "One of my best friends thinks it would be a good idea to 'not see each other in a while' because he 'wants to get over me' and he couldn't even face me himself so yes Heather, I do feel a little off, what do you think about that?" And Stiles saw Heather look back awkwardly, obviously tongue tied.

"Uh..."

"No, I'm not having that... he wants to put our friendship on pause then he's going to tell me that himself, no pussy-footing about" Kayla suddenly grabbed her hoodie from the post of the stairs, angrily pulling it over her body, "Enjoy your movie" Was the last thing she said before storming out the house, angry and upset.

"Well, that wasn't awkward" Heather said, "And judging by the amount of tension there is in here I'll just... go make some... pancakes" She side-stepped around Stiles and he shot her a look which clearly said 'don't leave me here with him' but Heather just smirked triumphantly before gliding from the room.

Stiles bit his lip, folding his arms across his chest as he finally looked up to see Derek giving him a thorough suspicious once over and _see_? He knew Derek would be like that.

"I thought you would be running after her by this point" Derek pointed out, "Isn't that what a boyfriend does?" And Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I would but, just this once, I think Isaac is right" And it killed him to say that, "And so do you otherwise you wouldn't be standing here"

"I just don't ever want to see him shoving his tongue down my cousins throat" Derek grumbled.

"Same here" Stiles said, "I mean, well, girlfriend not cousin" Stiles stumbled over his words slightly, "And Kayla needs to find that out alone... I think she's letting her friendship with Isaac, the care and trust she has for him cloud her judgement over the fact that time apart would be great"

"That's one thing we agree on then" And Stiles blew out a breath he didn't know he was holding because Derek was agreeing with him? The world must be ending.

"And who's she?" Derek jutted his head towards the kitchen, "A cousin of yours?" And Stiles gulped before shaking his head, trying to play it casual.

"Uh... no, no... just my girl friend" And Derek narrowed his eyes threateningly, his posture becoming tense, "I mean, no... no not that, I mean friend, she's my friend that's a girl, that's all" He reassured Derek before he got the claws and K-nines out, "C'mon man, you know I love Kayla"

Derek just raised his eyebrows, his eyes softening ever so slightly, "Yes... I'm well aware" He said civilly and Stiles was shocked that he sounded so... nice? It was quite the change that's for sure.

"Huh..." Stiles muttered, eyebrows crinkling together.

"Huh what?" Derek asked, "Was I not speaking clearly or are you just deaf?" And no, Derek couldn't be nice to him for long.

"'Huh' as in 'huh' he's actually being nice... and look at how long that lasted" Stiles muttered sarcastically, "Ten seconds, that's like a record for you isn't it?" And Derek sent him an unimpressed look, an eyebrow cocking.

"Stilinski, I'm not going to lie, you get on my nerves" He said flatly and Stiles just nodded because he was expecting the backlash, Derek wouldn't be Derek if he wasn't insulting him in some way or another, "But you make her happy, and who am I to mess with the first good thing Kayla's had in a long time?" And Stiles actually felt touched that Derek had acknowledged that, "But if hurt her in any way then I will pull off all your fingernails with pliers" Oh shit, "Goodbye Stiles" And Stiles felt confused, slightly terrified and happy all at the same time.

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><p>A type of fearful anger had come over Kayla since Derek had told her that Isaac didn't want to see her anymore... At least for a little while. But she was scared that little while would turn into forever. Call her selfish but she really didn't want to lose her friend, especially after everything they had been through to get to being friends, it would seem like such a waste - well that and she really didn't want to lose Isaac over something so simple and easily fixable.<p>

She barged through the underground den as she liked to call it, balling her fists as she looked around in a frenzy, seeing the place empty and dull as always, heart constricting in painful ways.

"Isaac... Isaac get out here right now" she shouted, panic swelling in her chest, "Isaac...you don't just get to say something like that and then disappear, explain yourself" still no answer and she felt tears blur her vision, already feeling their friendship slip away, "Isaac please..."

"What are you doing here?" And Kayla jumped, not expecting him to come out of the wood work as she swivelled around on the spot, raising her eyebrows, "didn't Derek tell yo-"

"Yeah he did" she interrupted, feeling saddened, "But I'm calling his bullshit... C'mon Isaac, work with me here" she tried, taking a couple of steps closer to him, "Can't we work this out?"

"Eventually" he said, "But not yet Kayla, since that night well..."

"That wasn't me" Kayla pointed out, "and I'm really really sorry about what happened, I know it just confused you even more but that doesn't mean we have to stop being friends... We've been friends for months and it's never been a problem before"

"Not for you" Isaac pointed out sadly, tilting his head to the side to stare at her, "but it's been killing me and the other night week was just like the icing on top of the cake" and Kayla bit her lip guiltily, tears pushing themselves forward, "I just need some time Hale"

"I get that, I do, but... But I can't - Isaac I... You and-and..." She couldn't form the words she was wanting to say, too afraid that she was already loosing one of her best friends over a stupid spell induced kiss, "I'm really sorry"

"Don't be" Isaac smiled gently, "You gave me another chance when no one else would, you and Derek showed me what family really means, that's nothing to be sorry for" he took another couple of steps closer to her, looking hesitant at the growing closeness between them, "And stop looking so glum Hale, it doesn't suit you" He joked, trying to lighten the mood and it worked slightly as Kayla let out a small laugh, a smile gracing over her features.

"I just... I'm gonna miss you"

"Jeez Hale, I'm not dying... Just think about it like I'm going on a vacation of sorts"

"A vacation of how long?" Kayla asked curiously, dreading the answer as Isaac peered at her.

"Not long" he smiled, "I just need a bit of time to figure myself out" he nodded his head, "But don't worry Hale, I don't love you or anything, I know that now, I just need to get my head around everything that's happened" he sent her a small smile, "and maybe you can help me get a head start"

"What kind of head start?" Kayla sniffed, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Just tell me... When you kissed me... What did it feel like?" And she winced, beginning to clam up, "no, don't sugarcoat it, tell me straight Hale, I need to hear you say it" he encouraged and Kayla met his curious stare, dreading hurting him even though she knew it would get them back to being friends again all the more faster.

"It felt like... like kissing a cousin" she started off saying slowly, guilt bubbling up in her chest, "and then I felt really guilty because Stiles was there and you wanted it, I felt that, and all I felt was... was wrong, like I had done a big mistake" she admitted, giving him a sympathetic look, "Isaac-"

"No, no... That's perfect... That's the truth and I needed to hear it" he gave her a small saddened smile, "thank you Hale... That means a lot" and then he did something that surprised and shocked her but made her feel like there was hope for their friendship after all - he reached out and gave her a hug, a soft warm hug like he was reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, "I'll see you around Hale" he whispered against her hair before pulling back, giving her hair a slight ruffle before disappearing through an old creaky door and shutting it behind him, leaving her well and truly alone.

Kayla bit the inside of her cheek, wrapping her arms around her torso at the sudden chill of the room - she never really realised before how much she valued her friendship with Isaac until it was gone... Hopefully just temporary though.

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><p>"These cupcakes are probably going to poison us" Kayla warned, mixing the creamy mixture together, "Seriously, anything made by me will most like kill the person eating it"<p>

"I just love the faith you have in yourself" Stiles smirked from beside her, "And I'm here and I rock at making cupcakes, we'll all survive it I'm sure"

"Well I'm no so sure" Kayla chuckled, "But we'll soon find out"

"Hmmm... let me taste it" Stiles said eagerly and Kayla rolled her eyes but dipped her index finger in the chocolate mixture, holding it out for him, "At least then if you drop dead I'll know not to eat it" She teased as he stopped turning the wooden spoon through the frosting mixture, wrapping his lips around her finger and sucking gently on it making her heart flutter, skin starting to tingle.

"Uh... um... h-how does it taste?" She managed to get out, watching him carefully as his eyes watched on, amused, like he knew what he was doing to her.

His tongue swirled around her finger, his brown eyes deep as Kayla gulped, feeling her skin heat up. He eventually pulled back, lips detaching from her skin, eyes glinting with teasing.

"Amazing" He smirked and Kayla felt weak at the knees, "So how about you-" But she cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him forward, slamming her lips to his eagerly, loving the feeling of closeness they had, her hands gliding across his hair, enjoying the feel of his soft and growing out hair, tugging him closer to her as she felt his hands grip at her hips tightly, lips moving over hers quickly and passionately.

She let out a small moan of contentment, loving the feel of his hands slipping into the back pocket of her jeans and squeezing lightly, pulling her body flush against his before he suddenly moved his hands downwards to grip at her thighs and pull her up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter-top, the cupcake mixture completely forgotten about.

Without thinking she started fiddling with the buttons of his shirt in frenzy, needing to feel him, all of him, not having the mental capacity to think about anything else other than the way Stiles felt to her.

When she managed to get them all undone she pushed them down his arms, yanking it off his body leaving him in only a black T-shirt as his hands landed on the inside of her thighs, gripping at them as he stood inbetween her legs, continuing to kiss her like there was no tomorrow.

And then quickly and expertly she unbuckled his belt, slipping her hand past the waistband of his pants and gripping at him, already semi hard in the space of ten seconds flat that all he needed was a little bit of help. His lips parted as he let out a small gasp as she started off slow, rubbing the palm of her hand against him, the skin on skin friction making him groan, enticing him even more as the grip around her thighs tightened, an obvious sign of pleasure.

"Oh..._god_..." He mumbled, breathing heavily as Kayla wrapped her hand around him, starting to move quicker as she felt him go rock hard, his length warm and smooth but just before she could push the pants off his hips a sudden noise of greeting made them both freeze in shock.

"Hello pumpkins" Ruth exclaimed in a happy, cheery and shrill voice and Kayla groaned as Stiles jumped back like he had been stung, a blush covering his features as he quickly tugged his pants on properly, fingers shaking, "It's so good to see you again" She continued to say, oblivious to the situation that was just about to go on as she pulled Stiles into a clingy hug who fidgeted about nervously, the bulge in his pants insanely obvious.

"And Layla, how's it going?" Ron asked and Kayla gritted her teeth together, jumping down from the counter top as the only one aware of the situation going on was sheriff Stilinski who looked on awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Kayla" She corrected, for whatever reason she didn't know because he wouldn't take it on board no matter how many times she insisted it was Kayla, "And good thanks"

"Oh dear boy you're growing out your hair" Ruth fawned over Stiles, ruffling his hair as Stiles looked at her mortified, "It looks so much better already, don't you think sweetie?" She directed her wide eyed gaze to Kayla who just smirked, internally pissed off that both her and Stiles were now unable to get rid of the sexual frustration between them.

"Either way suits him" She smiled widely, "But at least this way I have something to tug on in bed" She pointed out because _what_? It was true. She loved the idea of gripping at his brown locks in the midst of passion, sue her.

"Oh my god" Stiles groaned, throwing his head into the palm of his hand as Kayla just shrugged shamelessly, sending the sheriff a sorry-not so sorry look.

**A/N) I am working through all your ideas and they will be up, dont worry, ha, So I really hoped you liked this chapter and please please review, they mean so much you awesome people :) see you next chapter :) x**


	105. Chapter 105 - bom chicka wah wah

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Her feet pounded across the forest floor at a fast but steady pace, earbuds blasting rock music from them loudly, hair pulled back into a high pony tail as it bounced around wildly. Only twenty four hours Stiles' grandparents had been back in town and they were already driving her crazy. Her and Stiles equally actually. Kayla knew she should try and get on with them, after all they were Stiles' family, but they were pushy and intrusive and really bloody annoying and knowing she probably couldn't get away with any more innuendos or inappropriate sexual comments (What? They weren't inappropriate to her) because the poor sheriff looked about ready to throw himself from the window, she thought a nice long exerting run might do her some good and burn away some of her energy... at least that was the theory.

She was decked out in flat white trainers, a pair of grey gym shorts and a tight grey spandex vest top that tied around the neck, leaving her arms bare as she ran, breathing deeply to try and preserve some energy, hoping to try and ware herself out so when she got home Ruth and Ron's continuous questions and jabs wouldn't get to her _quite_ as much.

Kayla let her mind wander, not focusing on her surroundings because she felt safe when she ran... like she was free. The music loud enough the block out the entire world around her and sometimes that was a good thing. Since Jackson left Lydia had been acting... off, like she was broken but wouldn't show it, Allison had left for France, needing to clear her head after her mom died and restore her relationship with her dad and that was her two best friends compromised and just as Kayla thought things couldn't get any worse Isaac ditched her because it was too 'hard' or whatever – and she got that, she did, she understood why he wanted space but it still stung because she missed him, she _actually_ honest to god missed him.

She briefly let her eyes close, feeling the wind wash over her face, the feel of her legs burning with continuous exertion before she felt like someone punched her in the gut and without even thinking had swung around on instinct because she wasn't stupid, her senses were on high alert as of lately (especially since she went all 'seductress' on her friends' asses) and she knew someone was behind her... like _right_ behind her.

Her arm shot arm as she halted to a stop, successfully throat punching whoever it was sending their legs out from under them so they crashed to the ground painfully and without getting a proper look at who it was, only noticing it was a male, she had jumped down on them, pinning their arms at their sides because she didn't want to get assaulted, raped or murdered right now, there had already been enough inconveniences to her these past few day, weeks, months, years you name it.

"What in god's name are yo-_Stiles_?" She asked in surprise, her tone changing immediately, eyebrows raising to her hairline, "What are you doing out here?" But he didn't answer, his face turning red as he croaked at her and then she realised – _oh shit, _"Oh my god, I'm so sorry... are you okay?" She asked in concern, letting go of his arms as she gently touched his neck, biting her lip, "I didn't mean to try and decapitate you" But he still didn't answer, "Stiles? Did I break you?" And eventually he opened his mouth, like he was about to say something but just shook his head, his eyes glazing over.

"Ju't gimme a min'te" He croaked, rubbing at his neck as Kayla allowed herself a small laugh, straddling his lap as she pushed herself back up, hands resting over his stomach.

"If it's any consolation that was _totally_ your fault for sneaking up on me" She smirked, "For all I knew you could've been a rapist, a murderer, a robber... or _worse..._those people that ask for directions, god I hate those people" She shook her hair, wispy strands of hair falling from her pony tail, "I would throat punch them any day"

He cocked an eyebrow at her, a hand still clasped around his neck, "How are they worse than those other sickos? Actually wait... don't answer that, it's you" He muttered, his voice still sounding croaky and scratchy, like he had a cat stuck in his throat or something but he still smiled lightly, looking amused.

"Because they're annoying" She answered bluntly in a 'duh' voice, "So how you holding up?"

"Well you sure as hell have a mean right hook" He laughed, pushing himself up on his elbows, "But better, I think I'll live"

"Good" She smiled, "But you still didn't answer my question" She proposed, quirking an eyebrow, "Is there a reason why you followed me this deep into the woods unless it's to play out some kind of kinky roleplay? Which, by the way, I would totally be up for"

"Oh really? I might just have to take you up on that offer" He joked lightly, "But honestly?" He glanced down at his outfit that Kayla now realised consisted of a black tee and navy tracksuit bottoms, "I kinda needed an escape from that hellhole, otherwise known as my home, and I thought I could just... run with you"

"Stiles... you hate exercise" She pointed out, lips quirking, "You almost passed out running from the house to the Jeep"

"Oh ha-ha" He smirked, "But it wouldn't do any harm to get in shape, especially since no doubt I'll have to run from other monstrous baddies" He let out a one shouldered shrug, "Well that and my girlfriend is seriously fit, it would be nice to keep up with her for a change" He smiled widely, sending her a wink.

"You had no problem keeping up with me last night" Kayla smirked playfully, threading her fingers through his growing hair, making it stick up slightly on end due to the thin level of perspiration covering his skin, "No problem at all"

"You were still leading that show" He replied teasingly, leaning up on his forearms, "So, how 'bout it partner?" He then asked in a thick southern accent making Kayla laugh brightly because even though a lot of shit was going wrong lately he could still make her feel... happy and carefree, and that was a special talent to have.

"Sure" She chuckled, "But if you have a coronary don't blame me" She jumped up, rubbing her palms on her shorts before hauling him up by the hand, smirking, "And just because we have awesome sex that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you"

"Do you ever go easy on me?" He question as he dusted off the back of his tracksuit bottoms before turning around and lifting up the back of his tee revealing a few red scratches across his back, "I have the evidence to prove it"

"You loved it" She joked, "Now stretch" She ordered, "Or you'll pull a muscle"

"Oh god... you're turning into coach" He groaned, looking at her mortified, "You're the female version of coach"

"Are you insulting me?" She asked, "For that you can do twenty push ups" She crossed her arms in a no nonsense way, "And don't try and flirt your way out of it" she warned just as he was about to open his mouth, "Just try and I'll up it to fifty"

"I don't know which I prefer – annoying grandparents or mean girlfriends" He mumbled as Kayla smirked, leaning back against the tree as he dropped to his stomach, adopting the stance of palms flat against the ground, body straight and flat.

"It turns you on really" She laughed, "But seriously, running without a warm up will kill you, you'll age seventy years in the space of twelve hours, not fun at all" She bit her lip, watching Stiles slyly as he raised his body off the ground, groaning slightly, before dropping dramatically and it did actually turn her on – so what? He wasn't a three hundred pound body builder that could lift a damn car over his shoulder, that didn't matter to her, he is perfect just the way he is.

"So you're being mean to be nice?" He groaned, sweat building up on his forehead as she just nodded in a daze, letting out a small sound of agreement as she tilted her head to the side, eyes trailing hungrily up his arms before washing over his back, loving watching his muscles move underneath the tight tee he was wearing.

"So, uh... how far are we gonna run?" He asked as Kayla let her eyes roam over his body, biting down harder on her bottom lip as she watched his cheeks flush red, sweat building up on his neck and _focus Kayla _she chastised herself, don't fall for it, "A mile? Two?"

"Um... uh..." She continued to eyeball him as she pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the distance she had run already, "I've done seven so, lets say... another five" She muttered, "Five miles is nothing"

And she dropped that bombshell just as he was coming to the end of his twenty pushups and was already exhausted as it was, using all his energy in keeping his body off the ground but his arms collapsed from under him as she said that, face-planting the ground ever so gracefully.

"W-What?" He stuttered, spitting out a mouthful of leaves and somehow he made that sexy, she didn't know how but _wow_... "Kayla, are you crazy?"

"Yes" She answered, eyes trailing down his body again and were those tracksuit bottoms tight? And was there a sudden heatwave through Beacon Hills? Her skin flushed as she cocked an eyebrow, "Um... it shouldn't take longer than a half hour" She said as Stiles sent her an 'oh my god', looking panicked, "Okay, so you're tagging along... maybe an hour" She amended but he still looked like the apocalypse had been announced, "Or two"

"I'm gonna die" He groaned, "This is how I die – goodbye world"

"Oh relax" She chuckled, "I'm sure you've run more with lacrosse"

"And died doing it" He groaned, stumbling to his feet, "And then after I'll be all sweaty and gross"

"I don't know about that" She muttered to herself, not even hiding how much she was ogling at him because for a while now she had been feeling very... what was the word? Needy? Or maybe 'in touch with her femininity' as Lydia put it, she couldn't help it, it was just in her genes.

"Oh my god..." Stiles muttered in realisation, "This totally turns you on" He gaped in amazement, "The fact that I'm gonna get all exhausted and sweaty and dishevelled turns you on"

"Maybe" She smirked shamelessly, winking at him, "Now seriously, do your stretches"

"So does anything and everything turn you on then?"

"Basically" She laughed, watching him closely as he stretched out his leg muscles, "It's all about hormones and testosterone and let's just say I pick up on that... just like I'm totally picking up on your androstenol levels"

"Andros-what?"

"Chemicals released in sweat" She bit her lip as Stiles wiped at his forehead, probably deliberately knowing it would get under her skin "And, uh... never mind" She muttered, shaking her head, "I can't concentrate"

He chuckled in amusement, standing up straight and stretching his arms out, his biceps twitching slightly, "This time last year I never thought I would hear a girl say that to me"

"This time last year I wasn't here" She grinned, "Now chop chop... we running or what?"

He groaned loudly, "Do we have to? I can think of other energy consuming activities" He smirked at her as Kayla just shook her head, already starting to walk backwards.

"You do the five miles and if you're not too tired then maybe" She bargained, smirking at his shocked look, "Does that motivate you?"

"You're one evil woman"

"I know" She laughed, cocking an eyebrow as she grabbed the hem of the grey top she was wearing, slowly pulling it up off her body leaving her in only a dark sports bra that, yes, she will admit did show a lot of skin, "You coming?" And his eyes went wide, caramel brown irises shining in the light as he just nodded, jaw slack.

"Oh, sorry, is this too distracting?" She smirked in faux understanding, "Maybe I should just put it back o-"

"_No_" Stiles claimed loudly, "Uh... I mean, don't do that" And she laughed, "A hot half naked trainer totally motivates me"

"Then get that cute ass of yours into gear" She smiled widely, taking off at a steady pace, turning her back on him and running gently, "I know you have it in you Stilinski"

"Can we just take.. a mile... at a... time?" He gasped out, running along beside her, limbs flailing about like a newborn bambi learning to run, "Because I don't want... to die... I actually enjoy, ya know, living"

"We'll see" She teased, glancing over at him as she kept her posture straight and limbs tight, hair bouncing around behind her, "So what did your grandparents do this time to run you outta your own house, quite literally actually?"

She heard him groan, briefly closing his eyes but letting out a loud squawk as he almost slipped on a pile of leaves, skating about on the dry ground before regaining his balance quickly, starting to look freaked out like this run was just some mega big death trap.

"Uh... oh they started asking about college" He muttered and Kayla winced, knowing that was a touchy subject due to how much college actually costs, "And about what I wanted to do with my life when I have no frigging clue" He chuckled ironically, "And about marriage of all things... like I'm honestly thinking about that now"

"I think they're slightly deluded"

"Oh just _slightly_" He muttered sarcastically, smiling at her sideways, starting to get into a more steady rhythmic run even though he was still huffing and puffing, "Just because they're well off, or pretend to be, doesn't mean the rest of us are"

"You'll get into college no problemo" Kayla reassured him because it was nothing but the cold hard truth, "Might even get a free ride, you're definitely smart enough and you never know, if I keep working you this hard you can get in on a sports scholarship easily enough"

"I don't know" he muttered quietly, "I may be smart but I'm not above average... _Lydia_ is above average, I mean... she's a freaking genius"

"So are you, you just don't see it" Kayla smiled, running closer to him so they could talk freely and easily, "Were they pressurising you into taking a course?"

"They suggested politics" And she saw his face screw up in distaste, "Like I'm going to run for governor of California or some crap like that"

"Well you do have a way with words" She complimented, "But yeah, politics is just _bleh_"

"So insightful Kaylz"

"As always" She smirked back, "But don't sweat it, you have plenty of time"

"Not according to them" He rolled his eyes, "Like I have to find the perfect job, buy a big house with some white picket fence, marry a girl and have three kids within the next five years... it's impossible"

"And statistically impossible" Kayla laughed, "Unless you win big in Vegas"

He laughed, his features brightening, "You sure know how to make me laugh"

"I'm a natural" She winked at him playfully, watching closely as she saw him starting to breathe more heavily, like he was running out of puff, "And I know they're your grandparents but they are just really... _really_..."

"Fake?" He laughed openly, starting to wheeze, "Yeah, it's all an act – they say they have this big ten bedroom house with a pool and play tennis every week with the old people's version of the Kardashians but truth is they're in big debt" And Kayla raised her eyebrows, surprised, "They were rich at one point in their life but Ron-uh, grandad I mean, gambled it all away and my gran spent it on botox"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously" Stiles nodded his head in confirmation, "That's why we haven't been to their house in like ten years... because they don't have a house, they're renting"

"Wow" Kayla muttered, shaking her head, "Why lie about it though?"

"Because appearances mean everything to them" Stiles pointed out, starting to slow down, sweat running down his face, "Like..._everything_"

"Must be a sad life"

"Maybe" Stiles sent her a small smile before skidding to a stop, one hand on his side as he started breathing heavily, "Okay Kaylz, can we take a break now? I'm either having organ failure or have a really bad stitch"

"Oh my god Stiles, we've done... what? One point two miles, you cannot be tired after that" She protested, halting to a stop next to him as he leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees and gasping for breath.

"Well I am tired after that, way tired" He glanced up at her, "I'm really unfit"

"You're really unfit" She chuckled lightly, walking over to him, "This summer I'm gonna shape you up"

"Sounds hot" He commented, "But exhausting... I would much rather just lay in bed with you all day"

"Tempting" She smirked as he stood up straight, giving her a once over, "But no"

"Why?" He whined, pouting at her, his brown eyes turning wide and glassy, "I can make it fun"

"That I don't doubt" She laughed, "But running is fun and plus won't you and Scott have to practice Lacrosse? I wouldn't be a good girlfriend if I didn't share"

"That totally sounds like you're encouraging a threesome" He pointed out and Kayla just wiggled her eyebrows playfully, batting her eyelids, "_Oh my god_ we're not going to have a threesome with Scott"

"I know" She walked up to him, laughing quietly as she started to fiddle with his black damp T-shirt, "Not sure I would want to share you in that way anyway"

"True" He muttered, "You totally get possessive"

"Do not" She protested, shaking her head, "... Okay, maybe a little then"

He smiled down at her before glancing around at their surroundings, his eyebrows furrowing in thought in this adorable way he always did when he was thinking, straining his brain muscles.

"Kaylz... doesn't this place look familiar?" And she peered around too, nose scrunching up as her eyes trailed over the thinning out of the trees, the almost unrecognisable footpath, odd shrubs here and there and _bingo_, yes, she did recognise the place.

"Oh yeah" She smiled, nudging him lightly, "... weird that we've stumbled across it huh? We had our first makeout session like right... _there_" She pointed to a random tree, "Of course that was after I started ranting about how amazing you were and how sexually attracted to you I was and then you cut me off with a-" But before she could finish her sentence, or rather rant, she was spun around by her bare waist and pushed back into the closest tree, which caught her off guard, the words dying in the back of her throat.

Stiles' lips were working their way over hers quickly and fiery, like he was unable to help himself, his hands gripping at her bare waist tightly and all Kayla could do was blink a couple of times before her eyelids fluttered shut, completely lost in the moment as she flung her arms around his neck, hands sliding through his growing brown mop and there was finally enough to tug at, making him groan loudly and he obviously enjoyed that feeling, having never really felt it before.

Kayla felt his hands shift downwards to grip at her lower back, fingers slyly slipping past the waistband of her shorts as she moaned quietly, tugging at his hair harder because wow... wow wow wow...

She felt his lips slowing down before he stopped altogether, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers, hot breath washing over her flushed skin, "Uh... sorry, couldn't resist"

"History repeating itself then" She joked lightly, chest heaving with her rapid breathing.

"Completely" He smiled, hands sliding around her front before beginning to pull his T-shirt from his body, fanning himself, "Phew... it's hot out here" And Kayla bit her lip as his T-shirt kept riding up, showing his stomach and happy trail, feeling weak at the knees, "Mind if I...?" He indicated down to his tee and Kayla just gulped but shook her head, allowing him to take a step backwards, smirking at her the whole time, before slowly – like agonisingly slowly, stripping it off, pulling it from his body and tossing it to the ground, leaving him bare-chested and standing right in front of her.

"Much better" He grinned and Kayla tensed her muscles, practically drooling as she bit down on her tongue, _hard_, eyes soaking up his smooth skin, the way his body was slick with sweat, how his slightly defined muscles were practically screaming at her to touch them.

"Uh... yeah, m-much better" She muttered, eyes dancing across his chest, "Much better" She managed to tear her eyes away from his body to meet his amused brown gaze, "You're totally seducing me aren't you?"

"I _totally_ am" He smirked, taking a step closer to her, trapping her between his body and the tree and _holy god almighty_... "And is it _totally_ working?" And Kayla gulped noisily, about to shake her head and go 'pffft no way' but her self control wasn't that great, especially when it came to Stiles... or drugs, but mainly Stiles.

"N-No" She whispered quietly, shaking her head.

"You sure?" He smirked, teasing her as his hand trailed from her shoulder all the way down her arm before playing with her fingers, his body so close to her she could almost feel it.

"No" She muttered, biting her lip, letting out a small chuckle before it just got too much – the feel of Stiles right there, his smell, his voice... it just got undeniably too much as she threaded her fingers through his hair, dragging his lips back to hers passionately as he responded quickly and eagerly.

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><p>"A power cut?" Kayla crossed her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow at Scott, "A power cut in Beacon hills... in June?"<p>

"Yup" He replied, shrugging as he started pottering about the veterinarian clinic, filling dog bowls and what not, "Deatons' just popped out to get some supplies in case it doesn't come back on till after night time"

"It just doesn't make sense" She heard Stiles mutter to himself as he stood next to her, "Unless it was due to electrical interference or faulty power lines... usually it's because of bad weather...which we don't have in June"

Scott shrugged, "Who knows, It's a mystery" And his eyes landed on hers, eyebrows furrowing as he reached out towards her hair curiously and Kayla just raised an eyebrow, wondering what an earth he was doing but he soon pulled back, holding a leaf between his two fingers.

"Uh... do I want to know?" He asked, caught between looking disturbed and amused as he swivelled his gaze between her and Stiles who just grabbed the offending leaf like it had done something wrong, crunching it up in the palm of his hand, getting rid of the evidence.

"Someone's got a stick up their ass... _literally_" Kayla chuckled at Stiles in amusement, "Because y'know, sex in the woods...?" She trailed off but Scott just screwed his face up, "Next time we're taking a blanket"

"Okay" Scott interrupted, holding out his arms, "Didn't need to know, don't want to know – _ever_"

"I'm fine with that" Stiles nodded quickly, "Now about this power cut..." The two boys started talking, discussing what possible weird things could be involved from power sucking monsters to EMF covered ghosts but really the answer was right in front of them... or below them rather.

Kayla furrowed her eyebrows at the floor, looking at the remains of the leaf and just like that something clicked inside her head, like a light bulb going off.

"Scott" She interrupted, grabbing his arm, "What time did the power go out?"

"Um... like four or something"

"No, _exactly_... what was the _exact_ time?" She demanded, eyes going wide.

"Uh... ten past I think" He answered, looking at her like she was nuts, which she may well be, it could just be some funky coincidence but in her book coincidences didn't exist, "Why?"

"Oh my god..." She muttered, looking between the two boys, "I did that"

"Did what?"

"Made the power go out" She found herself saying positively, "Holy shit"

"Kaylz how could you make the power go out?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow at her, "You were with me the entire day, I'm sure I would've realised if you'd disappeared and broke into the power station"

"Stiles, what were we doing at ten past four?" She asked, "I'll give you a hint – _each other_" She pointed between the two of them, "We were screwing each other and _BAM-" _She clapped her hands together loudly making the two boys jump about a foot in the air, "-presto, power cut"

"But... how?" Scott asked cluelessly as Kayla just quirked an eyebrow.

"Want me to go into detail?" But before he could answer, probably with a definite 'no' she had already started her explanation, "I'll put it in simple terms for you – boy great in bed, girl mega turned on, boy helping said girl to reach the finishing line, girl some form of ancient royal sex creature, boy makes girl have an amazing, skin tingling, toe curling orgasm and _BAM_-" She clapped her hands together again, eyes going wide with realisation, "-Girl blows out the whole of the towns' electrics" And they were both looking at her, jaw slack, "See?" She hit Stiles chest, "I _told_ you I wasn't faking it"

**A/N) HAHA sorry, couldn't resist – the next story especially will show more of what Kayla can do, just like how she can make electric go all funky when having sex HA – Imagine Derek finding out? Ha! anyways, I really hoped you liked it, a few more chapters of the rest of your ideas and then onto the sequel, so excited – please please leave your thoughts below, they are so motivating and mean so much – see ya next chapter :) x**


	106. Chapter 106 - Troublemaking grandparents

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Scott and Stiles just continued to gape at her, astonished looks plastered over their faces and she could've even sworn they looked embarrassed... okay, helluva embarrassed, whatever.

"What?" She asked, raising her eyebrows between the two, "Was that too much information?" Because to her it wasn't, her lack of filter meant she didn't feel shame or embarrassment on the same level as other 'normal' people, but she was getting better at realising that those other people had a certain line that was seen as weird if you crossed it – strange people, "I could use code words next time if it would make you feel more comfortable... like when Stiles says he wants ice-cream it really means just sex" She said bluntly, shrugging her shoulders, "One scoop, once, two scoops, twice and so on, vanilla meaning you know run of the mill plain old basic sex, strawberry flavour actually means he wants me to go on top and-"

"_**Okay**_" Stiles interrupted loudly, stepping between her and Scott as if he was a sound barrier between the two, "Okay, uh... how about we keep that under wraps huh?" He asked her quietly, his cheeks a flaming red colour, "And you-" He pointed at Scott, "Not a word... _not_... _a_... _word_..."

"I wasn't going to say anything" Scott held up his hands in surrender though it looked like the initial shock and mortification had worn off and had been replaced by part amusement-part hilarity, "So, uh, how sure are you about this?"

"Ninety seven point two percent" Kayla answered automatically, "I mean... under stress I can make things explode, there's not exactly a huge leap in assuming I make electric go all funky when 'otherwise occupied'"She quoted with her fingers, a chuckle escaping her lips as Stiles let out a small squeak, covering his face with his hand, slinking back into the corner of the room looking ready for the floor to just swallow him whole any moment now.

Scott smirked, looking over at Stiles in amusement as Kayla just shrugged shamelessly, "What? That was mundane compared to what I wanted to say"

"Oh I know... I know" He muttered, peaking out at them from between his fingers, his eyes careful and guarded, "Okay so say you're right-"

"I am right" She interrupted, trusting her gut instinct right now.

"-how can we fix it?" Stiles continued to talk, ignoring her, "I mean... if every time we... _you know... _and then you... _you know_... and the whole towns' electrics blow that's just a _tad_ inconvenient... not to mention _very_ expensive"

Kayla just bit her lip, thinking it over because the 'how' was the difficult part – she didn't exactly want to stop doing _that_ just because it _may_ or _may not_ be inconvenient to the rest of the town but knew if she didn't get a handle on it then a lot more than _just_ the electrics she would blow – and no that wasn't supposed to be an innuendo believe it or not.

"I don't know but if it's any consolation this just proves how good you are at getting me o-"

"Okay" Scott interrupted loudly, letting out a deliberate cough, "Call this a stupid idea but, I don't know, cool off from each other?" He suggested meekly, cocking an eyebrow at the two of them like he was scared they would beat him to death for offering up that solution, "Not forever... just until we figure it out"

"Yeah Stiles, keep it in your pants" Kayla teased gently, nudging his arm, "_Down_ boy"

"Me? _Me_?" Stiles demanded in a shocked voice, pointing a finger to his chest, "I'm not the one with extreme sexual needs" And Kayla just cocked an eyebrow because yes, yes he was, he was a teenage guy, of course he had extreme sexual needs, "Okay, well maybe I am but _you're worse_" He pointed a finger at her dramatically before looking at Scott wide-eyed, "I promise you she's worse" Like Scott was the head teacher or something and Stiles was ratting her out to save his own skin.

"I don't really want to know who's worse" Scott chuckled, shaking his head quickly, "You're both as bad as each other so... is it agreed?" He asked hopefully, "You two will keep your hands off each other for the time being?" And Kayla looked over at Stiles, raising her eyebrows and sighing as if to say 'Damn, do we _really_ have to?' and Stiles just shrugged, a lip quirked at one side like the idea made him want to vomit.

"I guess so" Kayla gave in, rolling her eyes, "But just FYI if this little 'experiment' makes me want to sleep with every other guy in a hundred mile vicinity then I will castrate you" She sent Scott a sickly sweet smile, "And I'm not joking"

"Uh... okay" Scott gulped, nodding his head nervously, "Castrated – noted"

"Such open conversations teenagers have these days" A voice startled them all, making them all turn around to see Deaton looking at them all curiously from the darkened corner of the room, his eyebrows raised, "And I'm also assuming that this is down to you?" He stared at Kayla, his calm eyes drilling holes through her own as he pointed at the ceiling to the very noticeable absence of light.

"Maybe" Kayla answered, trying to work out Deatons' intentions – she knew he was trustworthy, he had helped them out a lot, but there always seemed to be something he was hiding and that both infuriated her and intrigued her, "You should know, you're the expert on all things 'supernatural'.

"Expert is a bit far" He smiled, walking into the open room, holding a large bag of candles in his hand, "But I'm well informed" He gave them all a comforting look, "And I always wondered why the lights overhead exploded when you were born... it's all starting to make sense now" He murmured and Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, giving Deaton a 'What the hell' stare.

"Huh? I was born in Princeton general so unless you got your vet's degree there then I'm pretty sure you've got me confused with somebody else" She told him somewhat sarcastically, giving Stiles and Scott a look as if to say 'this guy _must_ be on drugs'.

"Is that what your mother told you?" He questioned, shooting her a sympathetic look as Kayla just quirked an eyebrow, "No Kayla, I delivered you right over there" He nodded his head to the examination table, "Seventeen years ago, just as I was starting my internship as a vet and my true job as an Emissary for your family" And she was stuck on the spot, her face screwing up in thought, "Former emissary I should say... after the fire you could say I retired"

"What... just what?" She managed to get out, "_What_?"

"Come by tomorrow afternoon, we can discuss things more" He said calmly, like this situation didn't faze him at all, "But if you'll excuse me I have a sick dog with a stomach tumour I really need to take care of" And he brushed past them, disappearing through the door where the kennels were, leaving three very shocked teenagers standing there.

"Is he always like that?" Kayla asked Scott, raising her eyebrows and pointing at the closed door.

Scott looked over to her, his jaw slack, "Would it be a bad thing if I said yes?" He answered with a question and Kayla groaned – _great_, just flipping _fabulous_.

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><p>If Kayla thought spending a whole afternoon with Deaton asking cryptic questions and explaining cryptic things, delving into cryptic folklore and answering her with cryptic statements (basically Deaton was the king of cryptic) was bad then having dinner with Stiles' grandparents (<em>again<em>) and Heather of all people definitely reached the top of the pile of official crappity crap.

What did she do to deserve this torture?

"How did it go with Deaton?" Stiles whispered to her as he led her through to the kitchen, keeping his voice low from all the others mulling about and Kayla just let out an indignant noise, remembering the tension and awkward inquiries.

"_... The Araujo clan were the most famous of the royal families, well known for their bloodthirsty nature and the sheer amount of sexual conquers they had" Deaton told her, sitting opposite her in the back room of the animal clinic, the place with the most privacy, "They were the main royals and shared their power with the other three royal families – The Cabral, Matos and Ventura clan and each family were powerful in their own right but together? Together they were almost unstoppable, they could utilise their power which made this known as the compass effect of sorts – your ancestors were known as the North, the ruler and leader, the South was the second in command to the throne, East and West were the warriors, slaying and protecting anyone that dared threaten their kingdom" Deaton explained, like he was reciting it from a book or textbook_

"_How do you know all this?" Kayla asked in part amazement, part denial, "Was there a school or something for kids like you?"_

"_Or something" Deaton asked vaguely, his eyes glinting with an emotion that Kayla couldn't quite put her finger on, "But I had never met one, or rather, met an ancestor... I was beginning to think that it may have just been a myth all along"_

"_Yeah, I wish it was" Kayla muttered to herself bitterly, letting out a quiet scoff, "I mean, all this crap about power and destiny or whatever it kinda scares me" She admitted with an ironic chuckle, "Don't get me wrong, who wouldn't want to be able to make things explode with their minds? But at the same time... it's not really worth it, you feel me?"_

_Deaton just nodded, "I understand, Scott felt that way for a long time, that having this power meant responsibility that he felt he wasn't ready for but look at him now" Deaton smiled like a proud father would, "He's come a long way"_

"_He has" Kayla agreed, "But I'm not Scott" She shook her head slowly, "I fuck up everything, just like I'm gonna fuck up this – is there no way I can... get rid of it by, I dunno, exorcism or some shit?"_

_Deaton just chuckled lightly, "It's apart of you Kayla, a part of you that you can repress by learning control but can't get rid of, I'm sorry"_

_She just sighed sadly, trying not to let the disappointment show on her face – she hated the idea that at any time she could lose control and go on a bender, turning into her ancestors – emotionless dicks with a big ego and no respect at all for anyone other than themselves, she didn't want to be that person. Before she came to Beacon hills she was messed up, sure, but at least she was fully human – now she was just... well, she didn't know, seriously compromised? Was that the right word?_

"_S'okay I guess" Kayla tried for a smile, "My luck just sucks"_

"_But I meant what I said before Kayla" Deaton warned, his eyes glinting with seriousness, "You're new to this but that doesn't mean other 'people' can't feel what's happening to you... you're very powerful, that wont go unnoticed"_

"_But who wou-"_

"_Brian for starters" Deaton told her, "I believe that the reason he came back wasn't __just__ to avenge his parents death... it was because he felt drawn to you, to your potential power"_

"_Deaton" Kayla started off carefully, leaning forward intently, "Do you know what Brian is?"_

_He looked at her carefully, his eyes guarded, "Yes... and it doesn't bode well for you or other supernatural creatures... he's dangerous"_

"_Tell me" She demanded softly, "Deaton please"_

_He leant back in his seat, looking at her through lidded eyes, "I will, but first off..." He trailed off, leaving her sitting there in anticipation, practically falling off her stool with the need to know what they were dealing with and if she w__ere__ a dog she would be drooling by this point, "... this situation calls for some tea" And holy mother of-__what__?_

"Informative" Kayla answered Stiles' question, resisting an eye roll because that man always looked like he was hiding something big and that didn't stop her trusting him (to an extent) but it did make her feel more... relaxed in his company because hiding secrets? That was a human thing to do and after all, everyone had secrets right?

"Meaning...?" Stiles asked, looking at her eagerly as he held the seat out for her, eyes wide and curious, mouth slack like a dog waiting for a bone.

"Meaning he gave me information which I then absorbed, do you want a more descriptive breakdown of that adjective or?" She asked him in a teasing voice, knowing that the look on his face was the best entertainment she was going to get all evening judging by their company – Ruth and Ron could just be _eurghhh_ and Heather she had never really met before, she was Stiles' friend not hers, so there would no doubt be stilted conversation there – _great_, the only person she could really count on tonight was the sheriff because Stiles was bound to act all flustered and fidgety where as the sheriff could at least keep _some_ of his cool.

"It's so nice to do this again" Ruth beamed, looking at them all in turn as they sat down around the small table, Stiles to Kayla's right, then Heather, then Ruth and Ron and finally the sheriff was next to her, shooting her sympathetic looks as if to say 'Sorry if my annoying parents make you want to punch a wall'

"Nice isn't the word I would use" Kayla muttered to herself, playing with the fancy blue napkin on the table wondering how many people she was going to insult before the night was over, knowing that it would probably end up being all of them but _no Kayla_ she then chastised herself, self control remember?

"It was so nice of you to invite me" Heather then spoke up obviously, shooting Kayla a nervous look like she was covering up for her little statement, "It smells delicious" And kiss ass much?

"Why thank you dear" Ruth smiled widely, "Ron here is an amazing chef"

"I knew those cooking lessons would come in handy" Ron replied, dishing up the plates and for whatever reason they decided they would skip the starter this time... huh, Stiles was definitely right, money must be tight if they were risking putting their 'posh reputation' on the line by skipping yucky fish egg starters.

"Do you cook?" Ruth asked, staring intently at Heather like she was god's gift or something, "Or rather... do you have someone to cook for?" And Kayla knew where this was heading and groaned, breathing in through her nose and out her mouth to try and exercise whatever control she had left in her system.

"I cook" Heather confirmed before looking at them all sheepishly, "Well... I try but no, the best people that I cook for is my parents" And Kayla bit the inside of her cheek as Stiles shot her a look like 'It's okay, stay calm' and by god was she trying.

"A pretty girl like you and you're single? I don't believe it" Ruth laughed and Kayla glanced down at the plate in front of her, cocking at eyebrow at the undistinguishable _stuff_ that looked like human intestines blended together.

"Do your parents happen to be cannibals?" Kayla whispered, leaning to the side and glancing at the sheriff questioningly, "Because this makes me think they just chopped up your neighbour into delicious bite size pieces out of convenience" And that make the sheriff chuckle to himself, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Somehow I think Mrs Smith can hold her own" And Kayla just snorted because wasn't that right, at first glance she just looked like a harmless old lady but once she got ahold of that zimmer... man, everyone be wary, be very _very_ wary, "And no, I think it's haggis"

"Since when were your parents Italian?"

The sheriff snorted again, having to clear his throat so he didn't choke, "It's Scottish Kayla"

"Oh right yeah... I knew that, Nessie the loch Ness monster and all that jazz" She muttered because what? Geography wasn't exactly her strong point, "And what exactly is 'Haggis'?"

"Do you really want to know?" The sheriff smiled as Kayla tuned out Heather's chattery little voice, "Somehow I don't think you will"

"I could literally google it in five seconds flat" Kayla smiled, "Three seconds if I'm at my top game"

"Okay, well... in simple terms... sheep guts" And Kayla felt her jaw slowly getting closer and closer to the floor, "Or cow guts, depending" And what the hell? People these days were just plain weird.

"Oh" Kayla muttered, casting a curious and slightly disgusted look to her plate, "Well... isn't that _interesting_" She forced herself to say, nodding to the sheriff before tuning back into the other conversation, realising that was probably the more socially acceptable thing to do.

"...Could do so well in politics, it's a very upstanding job" Ruth was rambling now to Heather who just nodded along to what she was saying, letting out the odd sound of forced enjoyment and did she say kiss ass much before? Well she was saying it again, "And rewarding too, there's nothing better than standing up for your country and your people, don't you think sweetie?"

"Absolutely" Heather agreed, smiling brightly, acting like perfect little miss compared to when Kayla first met them, "Politics sounds... interesting" And Kayla had nothing against Heather, she seemed genuinely nice and accepting, but why did she have to be so... perfect? Perfect family, perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect everything and Kayla was sure Ruth and Ron were picking up on that, probably thinking about how 'perfect' the eggs in her basket were.

"It does, doesn't it?" Ruth gushed, "Um..." She looked over at Kayla, laughing lightly, "Sorry honey, what was your name again?" And Kayla just gritted her teeth, resisting rolling her eyes.

"Memory like a gold fish this one" Ron spoke up before anyone else could, "It's Layla remember?"

"Oh my god, for the last time, _Kayla_... what's so hard about that?" She exclaimed as Stiles' hand gently landed on her thigh, like he was trying to calm her down, " A" She spelt out for them, just in case they were in fact, idiots, trying to not act stung by it – she knew Stiles wasn't exactly their number one fan but it would be nice to at least get some recognition that she was his girlfriend and calling her by the right name came under that.

"Gosh darnit, I'm sorry" Ron apologised, holding a hand to his chest, "And I've been calling you Layla all this time, my apologies" He apologised, sending her a sincere look and Kayla was a little shocked, okay _a lot_ shocked, because did he just acknowledge that he was... wrong, "Shayla is such an unusual name" And then she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I give up" She muttered, shrugging, "Layla, Shayla, _whatever_" And she dug her fork into the so called food on her plate, holding it up in the air like she was about to toast them all, "Hope y'all enjoy your sheep stomach" And just as she said that Heather started coughing loudly, obviously in the process of swallowing before Kayla dropped that little bombshell – oopsies.

"Uh... sorry" Heather apologised, her cheeks turning bright red, "I just... it just went down the wrong way" She lied and Kayla snorted in amusement... so she may have found it a little funny how she reacted, sue her.

"So Heather-" Ron started to say and Kayla just shot him an unamused look from lidded eyes, how come he got her name right? "-How do you like kids?" And c'mon, what the hell was this? It better not be what she thought it was.

Kayla watched as Stiles' eyes went wide in realisation, obviously only now realising why they asked for Heather to come around for 'dinner', yeah dinner her ass, it was a bloody intervention.

"Uh... I have a couple of wee cousins that I babysit" Heather smiled, "I actually think I have a picture here somewhere..." She muttered, picking her bag up off the floor and rifling through it whilst Kayla just sighed – okay, so it seems Ruth and Ron were trying to play matchmaker, despite their grandson already being matched... annoying much?

"Kayla?" Stiles whispered, leaning over slightly, his hand still resting over her thigh, "Do they think that I'm going to-"

"Yes, yes they do" Kayla interrupted, "They think that if they shove the perfect girl down your throat that, well, she'll shove you down her throat" She answered just as bluntly and shamelessly as always, "And just so you know, forks are good murder weapons" She added under her breath and Ron and Ruth starting cooing over the picture Heather was showing them whilst the Sheriff just watched on nervously, shoving food in his mouth just for something to do and Kayla bit down on her tongue, _hard_, as Stiles groaned, shaking his head.

"And they're blonde too... I really do think blonde is a great colouring for women" Ruth smiled, "It's more complimenting to skin tone compared to brunette" And was that supposed to be a dig? Did Ruth have the mental capacity to understand how to take jabs at people? "Much more vibrant" And someone kill her now. Or rather kill them. Yes, that was a much better option.

"Someone kill me now" Stiles groaned to himself, his hand sliding down to rest on top of her knee and Kayla just thought 'touché', grip tightening around her cutlery.

"Stiles, I know they're your grandparents so I'm asking you this question as delicately as possible" She started off saying as Stiles cocked an eyebrow at her, "Do these floorboards lift off easily because the last place someone would look for a couple of bodies would be under the sheriffs' house" And she wasn't serious... okay she was a little serious, but only a little bit, as Stiles' eyes just went wide in thought before nodding his head.

"Sounds like the best plan you've come up with" He replied as she shot him a small smile, letting her fists loosen around the cutlery because if Stiles seem annoyed and pissed at his grandparents then it made her feel a little better that she was feeling the same thing – only a hundred _thousand_ times worse.

"... You're doing so well in school too" Ron basically applauded Heather while Kayla just rolled her eyes, "An A in physics did you say?"

"Yes sir" Heather smiled as Kayla just clenched her teeth together in aggravation – it was such a shame that the first time she was properly meeting Heather and spending any time with her that Ruth and Ron were acting like complete tools and making her want to dislike the petite blonde thing when she didn't want to hate her, she wanted to like her, she wanted to at least try because after all she was Stiles' friend, she had to _try_.

"Must be good genes" Ruth commented and seriously? _Seriously_? Kayla did not have the patience of a saint, in fact, she wasn't even aware she had any patience at all – period, "You can always tell how family orientated a girl is by her effort in school" And how many jabs were that now? "I admire that"

"Oh my god" Kayla exclaimed, shaking her head, "Drop the act, we all know what you're implying here" She narrowed her eyes, "Why not just get them to 'consummate' their 'love' right here on the kitchen table?" She asked bitterly because it was so clear Ruth already 'loved' the bones off Heather and saw her as the 'perfect match' for her perfect little grandson, "Or better yet, plan out his whole life for him before he even finishes high school" And of course 'he' was referring to Stiles because it was true, that was what they were trying to do – pressuring him into college and careers, drilling it into his head that marriage and kids were the 'right' and 'proper' way to go when Stiles probably wasn't even ready to think about the future yet, "Blonde, smart, pretty, loves kids, enjoys cooking, polite, ticks off a lot of things on your check-list right?"

"Kaylz" Stiles muttered quietly, "I don't think they meant-"

"Of course they meant that" Kayla interrupted, "So congratulations" She sent a sarcastic smile to Ruth and Ron, "You've found your perfect little blonde housewife with perfect grades and perfect family, that's great, really, in fact it's _perfect_" She stood up quickly, Stiles' hand dropping from her leg, "Where as I hate kids, can't cook to save my life, my grades suck, my entire family got murdered and those that are left are either sociopaths, morons or past suspects in a murder investigation whist here I am, a short tempered former druggie and I'm sorry I don't meet your _criteria_" And she sounded both bitter and sad at the same time if that was even possible, "But I love him and I don't know what I have to do to prove that to you... to pass your test" And underneath her sarcasm and witt maybe she was just _slightly_ hurt that they didn't deem her good enough for her grandson, damn these pesky feelings, "But if I have to act like someone I'm not then I would rather fail" And from the corner of her eye she saw Heather glance down guiltily, biting her lip because since this evening started she had been putting up a fake façade, not showing her true self to them, fearful that the grandparents wouldn't like what they saw.

Kayla sniffed again, trying to not show how torn up she was on the inside, or that she was slightly jealous and envious, "Enjoy your meal" And with that she pushed the wooden chair back, leaving the room with as much dignity as she had left and disappeared through the front door, not slamming it to make a dramatic entrance or anything, no, she just wanted to get the hell out of there to calm down, determined to not make a scene.

Kayla took in a deep breath of fresh air, her mind immediately clearing as she realised what an idiot she had been. But as soon as she thought that a voice inside her head was screaming at her that 'No, you did the right thing, be who you are, not what others want you to be' but still... the only person she felt sorry for in there was the Sheriff, always, _somehow_, finding himself caught up in all of 'this'.

She just shook her head, plonking herself down on the porch steps and resting her forearms on her knees, sighing loudly. She hated loosing her shit but it couldn't be helped, she had this sort of fierce protectiveness when it came to Stiles... she loved him, the first person she had ever really properly loved and he meant more to her than most things and when someone, or some people, tried to change that and put ideas in his head that someone else was more 'appropriate' for him well, it pissed her off to put it simply.

She didn't need someone, or rather some people like she said before, pointing out that she was a screw up making her look like Voldemort to Stiles' Harry Potter, it just wasn't needed and completely unnecessary.

The click of the front door shutting made Kayla look up, straining her neck to see Heather walking towards her, an open look plastered over her face.

"Mind if I sit?" She asked and Kayla just shrugged, returning to staring at nothing in-particular, eyes glazing over in thought. Heather took a seat next to her on the steps, not looking at her just... gazing out at the horizon too, leaving them both in awkward silence.

"Okay, I'll bite, what's up?" Kayla gave in after five seconds because remember what she said about patience?..."What's with the whole broody quiet thing you got going on here?"

"Just thinking" Heather replied absent-mindedly before sending Kayla a small smile, "Also, what you said in there? Freaking amazing" And Kayla raised her eyebrows in shock, "I was just trying to be courteous and polite but I liked your version better"

"Wait you're... you're complimenting me?" She asked in shock, "I'm pretty sure I just insulted you and most people don't take too kindly to being insulted"

"Well I'm not most people" Heather replied, "And technically it wouldn't count as an insult if it was true"

"Touché" Kayla smirked, "But, uh, you're their number one favourite in 'wife material' for Stiles so shouldn't you in there being, well, future wife material?"

"Kayla... I don't like Stiles in that way – don't get me wrong, he's cute, but strictly friend material... promise" And Kayla just raised her eyebrows, giving Heather a sceptical once over, "I don't want you to feel... jealous or anything"

"I'm not jealous" Kayla said automatically even though maybe she was, just a little bit though, "Anymore" She amended, eyebrow cocking when she realised how that sounded, "Sorry"

"Don't be, these past few weeks have been kinda weird for me too, Stiles is... different" And Kayla gulped, uh-oh, "Since last summer he's more confident, more at ease, happier" And okay, good different not bad different, that was okay, it was okay wasn't it? "We're not best friends or anything and sometimes I find it hard to connect with him, like we operate on different wave lengths" Crap, "Just don't tell him I said that"

"I won't" Kayla promised because if there was one thing she did right was to not break her promises.

"Good" Heather stared at her with wide bright eyes, "And if it makes you feel any more at ease I have a boyfriend... sort of boyfriend I guess" Heather shrugged, "So..."

"You do?" Kayla asked, perking up at that, "But in there you said you didn't"

"Well, we've been on two dates, I don't know if that qualifies for being an item or not... what do you think"

"Oh, uh, I dunno" Kayla shrugged helplessly, "I don't really do the whole 'girly' thing, that's Lydia's area of expertise, not mine, if I gave you dating advice you would probably end up dead in the gutter"

"Avoid you for romantic advice – got it" Heather chuckled lightly, "I just figured that you would know because of, uh... never mind, forget I said anything"

"Because apparently I'm an easy lay?"

"No, forget I said anyth-"

"It's okay" Kayla chuckled, laughing at how panicked Heather looked, "Relax, rumours don't faze me because that's all they are – rumours" She shrugged, "Plus my dating history didn't work out too well, I walked in on my sort-of boyfriend having sex with one of my friends and them made out with his gay brother... none of it really fazes me anymore"

"Wait... that happened?" Heather asked, mouth agape.

"I couldn't make it up if I tried" Kayla laughed, "And not to sound rude or anything but shouldn't you be heading inside? They'll be wondering where you are"

"Hmmm... maybe" Heather muttered, "But if they ask any more questions about heredity diseases then I may just-"

"Stab your eyeball out with your fork?"

"-exactly" Heather grinned, standing up and dusting off the back of her skirt, "You coming? I think this evening will be more fun with you there, your bluntness really is something else... plus Stiles looks like he could do with the moral support"

"Probably best if I do" She sighed, giving Heather a small smile, "Just give me two minutes"

"Okay" Heather agreed, "See you inside" And she disappeared, leaving Kayla alone to her thoughts – okay, so she wasn't that bad, she seemed nice and very almost taken, that was a good sign right? Whoa, enough jealously Kayla for god's sake, but she definitely preferred her to the grandparents that's for sure.

"Better go face the music Hale" She muttered to herself, jumping to her feet and trying to energise herself to tackle the most draining evening of her life, _ever_, because she wasn't about to hide out here all night, Heather was right, because that just wasn't her, Kayla didn't hide from her problems.

Just as she turned around, skipping up the couple of steps she stopped abruptly, a tingle running up her spine, Unconsciously she clenched her fists as she turned around, squinting her eyes through the hazy bleakness, staring around at the empty street.

All she could see was cluttered lawns and lame ass mommy-mobile cars parked in the driveways... nothing remotely suspicious about this quiet neighbourhood.

At least theoretically. But that didn't explain why she got the heebee-jeebies and she hardly doubted she got it from the swing set across the road.

"Nope, no, not tonight" She muttered, "Not ever... stop being so damn paranoid" She told herself off, shaking her head as she walked back into the house, ignoring her gut instinct which is something she never did... _never_.

Brian watched her go, his eyes as black as midnight, soul-less even, a smirk dancing across his lips.

"One down" He whispered, his voice drifting away in the wind as he stared down at a picture on his phone of the older Hale, Peter was it? All tied up and bloody and frankly deserving everything he got... That bastard killed him, murdered him in cold blood, made him into what he was, a monster – but he couldn't help but feel elated over the fact his plan was coming off quite smoothly.

"Two to go" And this was it, the final step in his plan to get rid of all Hales, to _burn_ them, to burn them just like they had burnt him.

**A/N) FBIEWDJB haha, so the next chapter will be the final one of the story before the sequel comes out and it will end in a bang, quite literally ;) any ideas you guys that havent been put in will be in the next one and there defo will be more stiles/kayla/scott friendship as well and more sheriff/Kayla bonding yay – SO I really hoped you liked this chapter and please please review, it means so much especially since this story is coming to a close – thank you all you wonderful supporters, you're all fabulous x :) **


	107. Chapter 107 - Poetic, don't you think?

**Disclaimer: TW = not mine - omg last chapter, you all rock, hope you enjoy :)**

"_Fuck" _Kayla groaned, breathing heavily as she collapsed face first onto the pile of pillows, the lights overhead flickering meekly before finally exploding, coating the room in semi darkness, the only light source being the sun starting to set, shining through the open window. Holy crap, her whole body was tingling in pleasure, all worries leaving her body as she felt Stiles' weight land on top of her back gently, one arm still wrapped around her waist, his long fingers still softly rubbing her clit, letting her bask in the enjoyment it gave her whilst his other hand tenderly moved her hair to one side, pressing light kisses across her cheek.

"If the exploding lightbulb was anything to go by I'm guessing that was pretty good huh?" He chuckled light-heartedly, sounding out of breath, his clammy chest pressing against her back and Kayla just let out a quiet sound of agreement, her arms reaching up and wrapping around the pillows.

"Amazing" She muttered as he started pressing feather light kisses over her neck and across her shoulder blades, leaving her body burning for more, "Really... amazing..." And she felt his hands drifting across her skin before finally settling on her hips, fingers curling into the skin as his lips moved down her spine and she squirmed slightly, a chuckle escaping her throat.

"Stiles, that's tickley" She muttered, her lips tugging upward into a smile as his hot breath washed over her bare back and his tongue danced across the bumps in her spine, "Stiles, don't" She laughed openly as his fingers glided upwards and started poking at her sides, his chuckles of amusement floating to her ears, "_Ahhhh_" She let out a small shriek because he knew what those spots did to her, it made her want to flop about and laugh at the same time and she squirmed around, her laughs echoing off the walls as he continued to tickle her, leaving her completely in his mercy.

"Oh my g-god Stiles... d-don't" She giggled, giggled? Seriously? See – this was what he did to her, "I-It's t-tickley" She tried to protest, tears of laughter blurring her eyesight as he suddenly grabbed ahold of her waist and flipped her over, smirking to himself as his lips quickly landed on her own, shutting her up immediately.

How could he make her go from laughing like crazy one moment to complete and utter silence the next? No one else could, he just had a special talent for that sort of thing. His lips dominated hers completely, tongue running across her lower lip, hands now resting on either side of her head, keeping himself upright as he pressed his lower body against hers, erection touching the inside of her upper thigh making her moan, hands immediately gliding over his shoulders and tangling themselves in his thick tendrils, tugging at it lightly.

Holy shit... it should be a crime that he was so good at this – causing her to mess up the electrical frequency of the town one moment to making her go silent the next, it just didn't seem possible but yet here she was, laying there feeling like she was on bloody cloud nine.

He detached his lips from hers, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose before peppering playful kisses across her cheeks as she let out a small laugh at the tickley and tingling feeling it left on her burning skin.

"You're such a dick you know that?" She told him with a playful look, "The biggest dick ever"

"And I'm gonna take that last insult as a compliment" He winked at her, his lip quirking at one side just as Stiles' phone beeped and he let out a huff before leaning over and reaching out to the bedside table, fingers wrapping around the phone and squinting his eyes as he read the text.

"Uh right, um... Scott says 'You both suck' and that he was working on an english paper... actually his exact words were 'If I lose all my work because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants for not even a week then I will bite you'" He corrected, cocking an eyebrow in amusement, "Huh... he's getting more like Derek every day"

"Then poor Scott" Kayla smiled from underneath him, her hands still playing with his bed hair, or rather sex hair, little tufts of brown locks sticking up on end, "Just tell him it's his own fault for not saving his work"

"I like the way you think" Stiles praised, wiggling his eyebrows at her before sticking his tongue in the side of of his cheek as he quickly typed in the message, holding himself above her by leaning on his elbows and whilst he was busy replying to his BFF Kayla glided her fingers on one hand through his slightly damp hair whilst the other trailed patterns across his bare chest, keeping herself amused.

Most girls would hate this, laying underneath a guy whilst he texted his friend just after sex but it just amused Kayla and didn't offend her one bit because she knew Stiles didn't mean anything by it, especially as they knew each other so well that they usually knew when each other crossed the line, plus he looked _uber_ cute as he let out the occasional huff at Scott's no doubt snarky reply.

"Can you believe he actually had the nerve to threaten that he was going to make me write his paper for him? Unbelievable" And Kayla just smirked, "Like _this_ was my fault"

"It kinda is though" Kayla laughed, biting the side of her lip as his astonished eyes met hers, caramel brown eyes detaching from the brightly lit screen, "If you weren't so damn good at _this_ then no freaky power cuts, hence no pissed off Scott"

"Well sorry for pleasing my girlfriend, remind me not to do that again" Stiles chuckled, disregarding his phone to one side, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips, "And anyway... makes me feel kinda proud"

"Oh really? How so?" Kayla smirked, trailing both hands across his chest as her legs finally stopped shaking from all the exhilaration, bright green eyes clashing with his warm brown ones.

"You know 'how so'" He laughed, his hand reaching out and stroking her cheek, thumb dancing across her flushed skin, "'_How so_' as in I can make you blow the power out when I do this-" One of his hands trailed down her side, gentle fingers curling around the inside of her upper thigh making her gasp, "-Or this-" And she couldn't think coherently as he leant down slowly, smouldering eyes never breaking contact with hers until his teeth caught the lobe of her ear, biting down gently, "-Or even this-" then just as he moved his hand to the side, successfully slipping a finger inside her making her moan loudly, the lightbulb inside the lamp on the bedside table suddenly exploded, tiny shards of glass raining down on the floor before the whole ceramic lamp erupted, bits of ceramic flying outward.

Stiles pulled back in surprise, cocking an eyebrow at the broken lamp, the remains spread out over the table and wooden floor and all Kayla did was cover her mouth with her free hand, muffling her chuckles.

"Oopsies"

"Yeah... Oopsies" Stiles repeated, a smile spreading over his features as he stared down at her, "Plan on making anything else explode?"

"You tell me" She smirked in a teasing manner before tightening her legs around his hips and suddenly flipping them over, hands pinning his arms to his sides and letting out a quiet laugh at his shocked look.

"I think you just gave me vertigo"

"I'll give you a lot more than vertigo" She whispered, hair falling in front and framing her face as she leant down, capturing his soft yet slightly chapped lips in a passionate kiss, tongue swirling over his leaving him breathless. Kayla slowly loosened her grip around his forearms, allowing her hands to explore his chest before moving to grip at the nape of his neck, fingers desperately clinging to his hair, starting to pull him up into a sitting position as his now free arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her chest flush against his own.

"You know, if I could make things explode I'm pretty sure every single planet in the solar system would just be bits of meteor rock by now" He muttered against her lips, his eyes still shut in enjoyment.

"Nerd" She whispered affectionately, a smile tugging at her lips, "But you're my nerd"

"I'm your nerd" He confirmed, eyes fluttering open, "So... how about round two?" And Kayla grinned, gripping at his hair tighter, just about to pull his lips back to hers but her eyes caught the time on Stiles' alarm clock and groaned loudly.

"Ah crap" She cursed herself, imagining punching herself across the face at her _amazing_ time management skills.

"What? Do you not want to or...?" Stiles asked, sending her this innocent yet slightly hurt look.

"I would, I really _really_ would but I promised Derek I would meet him for pizza and that was like ten minutes ago" She explained, shrugging lightly, "Again _oopsies_"

Stiles just nodded in understanding, looking relieved that that was the reason why she was excusing herself, "Ah okay" He sent her a small smile, "Family bonding and all that"

"'And all that'" She agreed, quoting him, "Der thought that with everything that's happened, well... family could do with being higher on the list of priorities"

"Completely agreed" Stiles winked at her, "And _maybe_ you might even enjoy yourself" He joked playfully, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Maybe" She laughed, "But if he orders extra olive and pineapple then 'family bonding' will just turn into 'family homicide' She chuckled, clambering off his lap, separating their intertwined limbs, "Sorry, _again_"

"Don't be" He laughed, settling himself against the headboard, duvet pulled up to his hips, "Just have fun"

"I'll try" She pulled on her old clothes – a pair of jean shorts and a blue bat winged jumper before grabbing some fresh clothes from the drawers that Stiles mucked out to give her that consisted of a pair of knee-high striped socks accompanied by red converses, grey frayed denim shorts and a baggy V-neck tee with a black and white silhouetted picture of a rather violent and bloody fight scene, like it was right out of a horror movie – what could she say? She had a wacky style!

Stiles chuckled, eyes lighting up with amusement, "I love your style"

"I think Lydia would disagree with you there" She replied, grinning, "Right, better go and get cleaned up because not having a dick is incredibly inconvenient"

"Inconvenient?" Stiles chuckled, "How so?"

"Because after sex a guy doesn't have to worry about where his 'fluids' go, girls do all his clean up for him – lucky you" She sent him a wink, "Right, better go and grab a sho-"

"Wait" Stiles interrupted, sitting up and sending her a confused look making her stop in her tracks, "Is that... do you not want... would you like to, you know, go back to using condoms?"

"Uh... no, why?" Kayla asked, looking equally as confused, eyebrows furrowing, "I went on the pill so we could stop using them, why do _you_ want to?"

"No I just, uh... you just said it was sort of inconvenient so I just thought-"

"A tiny inconvenience, like, _minuscule_" Kayla smiled comfortingly, walking a few steps towards him, "And anyway, it's hotter without them" She smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, "But I really do have to go, I'm already seventeen minutes late"

"Very specific" He grinned, looking at her worry free, "Now _go_"

"Going... going... gone" Kayla called out to him over her shoulder giddily as she ran from the room barefoot, hugging the clothes to her chest before skidding to a stop in the middle of the hallway, remembering something, and poked her head back around the door frame, smiling widely.

"Love you" And that was how she bid farewell because, _finally_, after all this time she was beginning to feel 'normal' in how to express emotions instead of being clammed up and quiet about it, the whole drugs-baby-Aiden sitution now firmly behind her... and it sure as fuck felt good.

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><p>"Just be very careful what you say... or do... or how you act... and when I say 'careful' I mean <span>really<span> wary, she's like a volcano about to explode okay?" Stiles asked Scott seriously, leading him through to the living-room, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.

"Uh... sure" Scott answered in confusion, "But... why? What did you do?"

"_Nothing_" Stiles exclaimed loudly before hitting his forehead because, dammit, quiet meant being like a mouse, not shouting like a mad man, "Look-" And just before he reached the door frame he grabbed Scott by his collar, pulling him against him, "It's her, you know... 'shark week'" He answered delicately sending his friend an obvious look.

"Shark week?" Scott asked, looking at Stiles like he was mad, "What are you going on about?"

"Oh for the love of god, _you know._.." But all he got back was a blank look, "The 'crimson wave', 'women's troubles'...no?" And Stiles was seriously considering whacking Scott upside the head for his density and innocence, "Okay, simple terms, she's PMSing very very badly, capiche?"

"Uh... oh..." Scott muttered, blushing lightly, "How bad is 'badly'?"

"_Badly_" Stiles emphasised, sending his friend a wide eyed look, "When she's on 'that time of the month' she gets these crazy eyes and killer moods, no joke" He shook his head quickly, "And then the next moment she could be crying over ice-cream, but mostly she just wants to kill everyone" And Stiles watched as Scott's eyes went wide before shaking his head and pointing his thumb back over his shoulder.

"Actually, on second thought, Deaton said he wanted me to-"

"_No_" Stiles exclaimed loudly, grabbing Scott's shirt, "You are not leaving me here... _alone... _for god's sake Scott that's like the best set up in a horror movie"

"She's your girlfriend" He answered meekly, shrugging lightly.

"And I'm you friend" Stiles retaliated, giving Scott a wide eyed look, "And plus you have claws and fangs as defence, what do I have, a baseball bat?"

"She could still kick my ass big time" Scott shook away his hands, "Never mind when she's in a bad mood"

"Scottie, c'mon" Stiles grabbed ahold of his sleeve tightly as Scott started walking away, dragging a flailing Stiles behind him who still held on for dear life, "I need you"

"I've seen Kayla when she's like this and last time she threw a fire poker at my head" Scott defended his decision to leave, pulling his weight and Stiles' through the hallway, "I don't want to get attacked by a PMSing girl"

"Me neither, glad we agree on something" Stiles answered quickly, nodding his head fervently, "so how about we-"

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice asked and Stiles gulped, both he and Scott looking up at the same time and seeing Kayla standing in front of the front door, an unamused look plastered over her face holding a hot water bottle to her lower stomach.

"Uh... no-where?" Stiles answered delicately, his voice cracking as he stood up straight, making sure he was standing behind Scott for protection, "Just... hanging"

"And chilling" Scott added on, "Chilling with the bro"

And Stiles watched as Kayla just narrowed her eyes before rolling them, letting out a loud huff and brushing past them to make her way to the living-room.

"You are _not_ getting out of this now" Stiles warned triumphantly, dragging Scott by the arm into the room and pulling him into the seat on the couch... conveniently the one farthest away from Kayla. She just sent them a dirty look, narrowing her eyes as she pulled her knees to her chest, hot water bottle firmly tucked between her legs and stomach.

"So... Kayla..." Scott started to say, "How's it... going?" And oh no, wrong thing to say Scottie.

"How's it going?" Kayla asked coldly, her eyes flashing dangerously, "You men with your stupid dicks... you know _nothing_" And Stiles actually saw Scott take in a sharp intake of breath in both nervousness and surprise, "You self absorbed, arrogant, boorish, cynical, intolerant, pompous _bastards_" And wow, she really was on a role, "How's it going? How's it _fucking_ going? My womb twists itself into painful knots to shed the lining of my uterus and it feels like my whole _fucking_ stomach is tearing itself apart just so we women don't have to get pregnant by _jocks_ like you and all you got for me is 'how's it going?'" Her wide blazing eyes were glaring at them, _badly_, "How about I rip your dick off with my bare hands and then ask you 'how's it going?' Would you like that?" She demanded.

"N-No, I just meant-"

"Or how about I make you bleed for five continuous days in a row to the point where you feel like fainting? Or better yet shove a bowling ball down your throat because being bloated is sore and uncomfortable and all around agonising, would you like that _Scott_?"

"Uh... no miss, I mean Kayla" And if Stiles wasn't so scared he may have laughed at Scott's expression, "That doesn't sound, um... good"

And Kayla finally let her eyes cool down from 'homicidal murderer' to an almost normal level of anger for a person, raising her eyebrows, "No it doesn't does it?" She stated, rolling her eyes before turning away from them stonily, her gaze on the bare wall ahead of her.

"See? _Psycho_" Stiles whispered but clearly Kayla had her heightened senses activated because she whipped around to stare at them and Stiles thought 'Oh god, this is it, this is how I die' but to his surprise her doe eyes were staring at him in hurt and upset and, _oh jesus,_ why did she have to start crying?

"Oh crap" He muttered, running a hand down his face as her green orbs started filling with unshed tears, bottom lip trembling slightly and how could she go from 'scary psycho girl' to a 'teary broken girl' is two point five seconds flat? "Baby I didn't mean it like that" He comforted, preparing himself to stand up, "_Scott_" He whispered, "_Chocolate fudge ice-cream, top shelf of the freezer, now_" And Scott soon scrambled away, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to escape and Stiles bit his lip, carefully sitting down next to Kayla, keeping some distance between them just in case she decided killing her boyfriend would help stop the inevitable pain of cramps, but to his luck and surprise she started hugging him for dear life.

And he definitely preferred the 'clingy' stage of PMSing to the 'female version of Derek Hale' PMSing stage _that's_ for sure.

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><p>"Huh" Kayla muttered to herself, furrowing her eyebrows, "That's weird, Derek texted"<p>

"And he doesn't normally text? It _is_ the twenty first century Kaylz, five year olds text"

"He's more old school" Kayla laughed, eyes glancing over the message – 'Need 2 talk. Import. Sanders park. 15 mins?' and weird... so very weird indeed, "Sounds important"

Stiles just shrugged, "Derek is as cryptic as hell, if you ever want to get a straight answer then speaking in person is probably best" He answered, smirking at her, "Not guaranteed to be easier but hey ho"

"_Hey_" She nudged him playfully, "He's not _that_ bad"

"He's _that_ bad" Stiles chuckled, his arm dropping from her waist from where they sat cuddled up on the double bed, "Maybe he just wants more 'family bonding' time?"

"Maybe" She hummed to herself, "Still, it's late and I'm comfy" She smiled, settling back down against his chest as his torso vibrated with chuckles, his arm winding back around her waist.

"But then again-" She started to say, sitting back up again, "Derek is, well, _Derek_, if he's asking for something then it must be serious" She said and Stiles smirked at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Just admit it – you're intrigued"

"Fine, I'm intrigued" She threw her hands up in the air, "And curious"

"Then go" Stiles laughed, nudging her arm gently.

"But I promised you a quiet evening with snuggles because I _know_ how much you love snuggles" Kayla folded her arms across her chest, "I don't want to break my promise and be a bad girlfriend"

"You won't be a bad girlfriend, you're _not_ a bad girlfriend" He disagreed, sitting up next to her, "You're the best girlfriend ever" And she knew that wasn't entirely true but it still made her stomach flutter and a small smile to tug at her lips.

"Kiss ass" She joked, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss, "One hour tops – promise"

"Pinky promise?" He smirked, holding up his hand and Kayla rolled her eyes playfully but still conjoined their pinkies together, laughing at their dorkiness.

"Pinky promise" She confirmed, leaning over the bed and grabbing her blue convereses, slipping her feet in and tying up the laces, "See ya in a bit" She kissed him once more, stroking the side of his cheek as she did so before grabbing her car keys from the bedside table and darting from the room, Stiles watching her go and chuckling in amusement.

And maybe she was excited to see Derek, she hadn't heard from him at all in over three days and usually he would call or leave her a message of some sort, especially since they had been getting along better these past few weeks, less arguing, still bickering but it was more light-heartedness bickering like what cousins normally do. But as of late he hadn't even contacted her – not even a badly misspelled text message because Derek and technology? A disaster waiting to happen.

And then Kayla started to feel the ball dropping. As she drove along the quiet desolate road she pulled her phone from her pocket, eyes skimming over the text.

'Need 2 talk. Import. Sanders park. 15 mins?'

Since when did Derek grasp ahold of the idea that phone keys did not go in alphabetical order? Or start using text savy language? And why didn't he sign his name at the end of the text? If he ever texted her, or tried to, he always ended it with 'Derek', or sometimes it ended up being more like 'Dreke', his head obviously not getting around the fact that caller display was a thing now... that man sure was stuck in the dark ages that's for sure.

Kayla slowed down, coming to a stop at the side of the road at a turning place, looking closely at the text. There could be a simple explanation for all this. Maybe Isaac had finally taught him a thing or two about modern ages. Or maybe Derek got Isaac to text her for him because Derek could get frustrated easily and trying to text usually ended with him throwing his phone at the nearest wall. Either way the only person that would know for sure was Isaac. Only problem with that was he wasn't communicating with her in any way, shape or form – like he had completely disconnected himself from her.

"Screw it" She told herself, flicking through the list of her names before she came to 'Lahey' and hit 'call', praying that he would let go of his stubbornness _just_ this once.

"C'mon Lahey... I need you right now" She muttered, crossing her fingers over the steering wheel, leg bouncing up and down in nervousness – nervousness that he wouldn't answer which would make her feel a whole new level of hurt and nervousness that if he did answer she wouldn't know what to say that made him not want to hang up on her.

"Please Isaac" She whispered, but her prays weren't answered and it rang to voicemail and, dammit, damn damn damn damn, "Okay, uh..." She muttered when the automated voice told her to leave her message after the beep, "I know we're not exactly talking... or speaking, which I guess is the same thing, or doing anything with each other, and I'm sorry for calling when you need your space but is Derek okay? I got this really weird text from him asking to meet and I now have this gut instinct that, well... it's not him" She gulped, "And I haven't heard from him in days and now I'm worrying and I hate worrying so please Lahey... I need your help" She gave a small smile, "Even a text would be okay because if anything happens to Derek... or you... then it would kill me" And she paused like she was expecting an answer, "Great, and now I'm breaking down to a voicemail... idiot" She muttered, shaking her head, "Never mind, I'll just go home... or look for Derek, I dunno yet" She chuckled ironically, "See ya sometime Lahey" And with that she clicked off the phone, breathing deeply.

She literally hadn't had any contact with Isaac in over a month and she kinda missed him... it was weird – like she missed Ally but she knew she was in France and that was a different feeling, but with Isaac he was still in the same town but it felt like he was a million miles away and she was scared that their friendship would never go back to how it was before... but maybe before didn't work... oh who knows, it was all too complicated to understand.

"Bloody hell" She muttered, shaking her head as she decided 'to hell with it' and called Derek's cell – who knows, she may get an answer, anyone willing to place their bets?

It rang. And rang. And continued to ring until it clicked off, not even going to voicemail.

Strange. Very strange indeed.

"What the hell is going on?" She muttered to herself and not knowing what else to do she speed-dialed Stiles because he always had a plan, an explanation, some freaky insight that usually saved their asses but only when it started ringing did Kayla hear a noise from outside her car and jumped involuntarily, dropping her phone so the back came off and the battery fell out.

"Dash it" She cursed, annoyed at her jumpiness – last time she was alone, at night, in a car on an empty road Brian had almost killed her, snapping her bones and Kayla cringed, remembering that awful sounds of bones breaking and crunching together, the feel of blood running down her skin, the feeling of not being able to breathe properly, chest constricting and she had to literally close her eyes and shake her head, excusing herself from those bad memories.

"Stop it Hale, _Jackass_" She forced herself to let out a quiet chuckle, leaning down to pick up her phone, fingers grabbing ahold of all the separate pieces and when she sat up her heart leapt out of her chest, eyes zeroing in on a pair of black orbs shining back at her from the rear-view mirror and holy sh-

She didn't even have time to finish her thought process before she felt a throbbing in her head, like blinding, mind-slitting pain before all she saw was darkness.

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><p>Ow... ow motherfucker, ow, stinging, throbbing, painful <em>OW<em> was all Kayla could think about as she peeled her eyes open, blinking as the pain intensified from the back of her head to her forehead and what the holy hell was going on?

"Wh-What?" She muttered, picking her head up off her chest and screwing her eyes shut as she felt blood trickle down her hairline and into her eyes, trailing down the side of her face as she tried to focus on her surroundings. She was seeing double of everything but managed to make out that she was in a warehouse of sorts (Holy god, why did it _always_ have to be a warehouse?) four large stone walls surrounding her, old wooden beams overhead, pillars situated around with crumbling stone piles littered across the floor and Kayla was pretty sure she saw a rat scuttling across her feet.

"Took you long enough" A voice grumbled and Kayla blinked rapidly, clearing her eyes before letting out a loud hacking cough as the dusty air got sucked into her airwaves, causing her eyes to sting, "You think that is bad? Try being tied up in this dump for the past two weeks"

"P-Peter?" Kayla asked hesitantly, squinting her eyes, "Wh-What's happening?"

"You two were stupid enough to get caught as well – congratulations on that by the way" And Kayla finally managed to see through the dust, her eyes widening when she saw Peter with his hands tied behind his back, clothes ripped torn and bloody, face all battered and bruised.

"Oh my god, what the hell happened to-"

"That little punk whose neck I snapped, apparently he holds a grudge" And Kayla's blood ran cold, "But it's not like I dragged out the kill, it was rather quick and efficient in my opinion"

"You're an ass" She stated, rolling her eyes at him before spotting Derek laying in a heap a few feet to her right and she felt her heart rate increase at how pale he looked, sweat running from every pore in his body and just as she was about to scuttle over to him, check him over, check if he even had a pulse, her leg flared up in agony and she collapsed back against the pillar, wincing in pain.

"Oh yeah, should've told you about that" And she sent Peter a glare, "Apparently he was testing how well your leg had healed... by punching it. Really quite hard"

"What happened to Derek?" Kayla asked through gritted teeth, "Is he even okay? How long had he-"

"He's fine, just sleeping off the wolfsbane injections" And Kayla felt her eyes widening, "He's been in and out of consciousness for the past four days"

"Four days?" Kayla asked in shock, "He's been here for four days and I didn't kn-"

"Never mind him, he's fine, not even a scratch on him" Peter protested, waving his bent hand like it was nothing, "I've been here for sixteen days and neither of you even bothered to look for me"

"Oh shut up" Kayla dead-panned, rolling her eyes causing her a splitting headache, "I'm worried about Derek because he is less sociopathic than you and a better person, you're a murderer"

"I thought we got past that?" And that just caused Kayla to scoff loudly, shaking her head and gritting her teeth.

"Ah... family reunion, I love it" A dark, cold voice spoke out from the shadows and Kayla whipped her head around, hair getting stuck in the congealment of blood running down the side of her face as she watched Brian stalking towards them, a devilish smirk plastered over his face, "But no thanks to your family, I can't have one"

"Boo-hoo" Kayla spat, narrowing her eyes, "Doesn't give you an excuse to murder people" And she sent Peter an obvious and heated look.

"Does in my book" He muttered, stepping out of the shadows, his pure black eyes sending shivers down her spine, "In fact, you Hales tend to stick together so I thought it was kind of poetic you bow out together"

"We're not just going to roll over and let you scratch our bellies you insane hormonal teenager" Peter raged, his eyes full on angered until Brian's booted foot collided with his jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground again and Kayla was sure she heard bones break.

"You are if I tell you _mutt_" And then he spat on Peter's limp body like he was garbage.

"My parents warned me about your family...how ruthless, how dangerous you all were... especially you" He tilted his head as he stared at Kayla, "And now I know why" He took a couple of steps closer to her before kneeling down, "I know all about you"

"Well that makes one of us" She muttered, narrowing her eyes.

Brian chuckled, not an airy or happy laugh, no, he chuckled dangerously, like she amused him as his hand reached out to touch the side of her head, thumb swiping across the trickles of blood before raising it to his lips, staining his pale white lips, red.

"Delicious" He muttered and Kayla strained against the rope tying her hands together in front of her, "Such an exotic taste"

"Go to hell" She raged, feeling both sick to the stomach by the head injury and the fact that Brian touched her, her stomach churning.

"Soon" He smirked, one hand grabbing her tied ones and holding them in her lap, "But first I have some business to deal with" He leant forward but the more Kayla struggled the more tired she felt and she knew what Deaton said was true, about what Brian was, "Like you"

"Then do it, kill me" She muttered, "Just get your hands off me" trying to ignore the feel of his cold skin touching her wrists or his hot breath inching closer to her face.

"No" He muttered with defiance, cocking an eyebrow as his free hand lifted up some of her hair, holding it across her cheek as he dipped his head forward, sniffing "Encantados... such sweet sweet scents" He muttered and Kayla flinched, willing her power to come back, willing her strength to return but unfortunately Deaton was right, Brian's eyes held more power than they could ever imagine, "So appealing..." And Kayla closed her eyes, thinking of everything comforting from candy floss to soda, to unlimited wifi to Stiles, literally everything went through her mind right now, feeling sick to the stomach at how weak she felt against Brian.

"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered through clenched teeth, peeling her eyes open, "Kill me? Rape me? torture me?" She asked as he pulled back, meeting her stare, "Do what you want just let them go" She nodded her head over to Derek's limp body and Peter's bruised and battered self pushing himself back up, rubbing his jaw, "They haven't done anything"

"They've done everything" Brian whispered, holding her hands tighter as one hand trailed across her cheek and usually that movement was associated with affection and love, not now, now it was full of malice and intent, "They're not innocent"

"Neither are you"

"Neither am I" He agreed, chuckling lightly as his hand moved downwards, tilting her chin up and forcing her to look at him, to look into those deep abyss eyes and Kayla felt weak as soon as she lost herself in those evil pits, "just like you aren't"

"What you are... it's both a blessing and a curse" He whispered, lips inches away from her own, "So much potential power that I can feel inside you... yet so much darkness... it's like a feast"

"Get off me" She told him in a hard voice but he just tightened his grip around her, pushing her back into the pillar.

"And your aura..." He continued, completely ignoring her demands, "And scent... that makes you vulnerable" He shook his head, leaning over her, "You think I'm gonna be the last guy to feel that... no I'm not" He shook his head, "The blood that runs through your veins is so sweet and addictive, like a drug" He leant in closer as panic swelled in her chest, "Or in, well, other body fluids - ever wonder how you completely intoxicated Isaac that night?" and how did he know about that, was he watching them this entire time? "Your saliva... full of mind controlling hormones that supposedly, according to myth, can strengthen a person" His breath was hot, uncomfortably hot, and she really was panicking now.

"That would help me out a lot Kayla"

"Get off my daughter" She heard Peter snarl, his eyes glowing and dangerously, "Or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Beat me? Kill me? Don't think so" Brian laughed at Peter, shaking his head as he focused back on Kayla, "Protective daddy dearest much?" He glanced down, his hand that was holding her rope tied hands slithered across her thigh, fingers touching the bare skin of her legs.

"So much skin on show"

"Are you slut shaming me?" Kayla asked him, voice shaking with anger, "Seriously?"

"Should come with the territory" He muttered, squeezing her thigh as he moved closer to her, making her jump a little, "Now... let's test my theory out" He smirked dangerously, black eyes somehow getting darker, like the colour of deep onyx as he gripped at her neck tightly, constricting her breathing slightly and keeping her posed against the pillar as his cold and chapped lips pressed themselves against hers and immediately all Kayla felt from him was darkness... sick evil darkness that made her feel faint.

His lips were rough and dominating as his nails dug into the skin of her neck, leaving her breathless and in pain as he moved forward, other hand gripping her thigh tightly and not in the soft gentle way Stiles did it, no, it was forced and violent and made Kayla feel sick to the stomach.

And it wasn't because she felt the darkness in him, it was because she felt scared and weak and useless, like she was something she should be ashamed of as his lips moved over hers.

Oh god... oh god, this was it, this was where her stupid genes got her, in a warehouse with a guy just about to force himself on her, but just when she started squirming, survival instinct kicking in Brian let go of her, his grip loosening.

"Mmmmm" He licked his lips, "Bon appetite" And Kayla was too shaken to say anything back as she started shaking lightly, tears welling up in her eyes as Brian stood up, smirking to himself like he enjoyed their pain.

"Nothing like a goodbye kiss right?" He chuckled and Kayla saw from the corner of her eye Peter straining against the rope, his eyes furious, "And if i wasn't so hell bent on revenge them maybe I might've kept you" He suddenly turned around, striking a match, "But not today" And Kayla felt her eyes grow wide at the smell of fire.

"Like I said... poetic right?" He laughed, "once I drop this match, the fire will spread along that line of petrol there-" He pointed to just behind Kayla, "And then BAM" And Kayla flinched, "This place is rigged full of explosives... you'll all just be bits and pieces" And no, no, this was not happening, it could not be happening, "Any last words?" He asked mockingly and Kayla just looked over to Peter, full-frenzied panic in her eyes as he stared back, silent communication passing between them, "No? Okay then" and Kayla watched the match drop in slow motion, "Au revoir" And just like that a line of fire erupted into tall flames, sliding their way forward gracefully across the wooden floor, scolding Kayla on the way past as she ducked, coughing madly as she crawled over to Derek, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Der... Derek... Derry open your eyes" She pleaded, her tied hands shaking his limp shoulder, "Wake up, wake up"

"Kayla, we have to leave" Peter shouted over the roaring flames, wobbling to his feet, "Now"

"I'm not leaving him" She screamed wildly,shaking Derek again, "I won't leave him" And she meant it - she would never leave him.

"Kayla" Peter demanded in a hard voice, sounding very much like a protective father, "I'm telling you to get the hell out of-"

But Peter never got to finish his sentence as the line of petrol came to a stop, igniting the pile of rigged bombs that lined the walls in a series of explosions, tearing the warehouse down around them in a fiery light. Of course it was poetic though. Ending the line of Hales with the thing that wiped them out in the beginning. Very poetic indeed.

_To be continued..._

**_A/N) The end... meaning the start of something new - deadly intentions out soon (like a few days) I will post a author note to let you know when it's up BUT... I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS GUYS - its like 3.30 am in the uk and I have work soon but screw work ahaha u guys deserve updates so please please review, I would so appreciate it my lovelies... see you next time, you've all been super fab xxx :)_**


	108. Chapter 108 - Sequel

**So... I have published the sequel to this story called 'Deadly Intentions' just like, two minutes ago so it should be up on my profile by now, I hope to see you all there because I have SO many plans and I'm so excited about updating ALL THE TIME ha, I really hope you enjoy it because I plan to keep you guys on your toes :) x **

**So thank you to all you guys, it wouldn't be possible without your awesomeness so thank you, back when I started this story I never thought I would get to write a sequel and now here we are so again... THANK YOU X :)**


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Teen Wolf, Romance, Supernatural