"Your love was handmade for somebody like me."

  Indigo's POV

            The jeep screeched as it came to a halt on the wet pavement of the clinic, the lights of the parking lot the only thing allowing us to see. Stiles jumped out, along with Scott, Lydia and I. Malia and Kira hadn't shown interest in coming, but both of them seemed a bit off after the trip, anyways.

     My hair instantly flattened as it became soaked from the rain, holding the door so Scott and Stiles could drag the young Derek into the Veterinary Clinic. I grunted as I shut the door, rushing to the other as Lydia ran right into the building. Stiles and Scott held him by his shoulders as they dragged him in. I sighed in relief when I could shut the door on the rain, now only hearing the sound of materials being rushed around. 

    I turned around and watched as they lugged him on to the top of the metal table used for the animals, a blanket cocooned around him. Water droplets dripped from small strands of dark hair, eyes shut in his unconscious state.

    Everyone stilled, heavy breaths echoing as Deaton placed his hand on Derek's arm, staring to him in wonder. All of us watched curiously. 

      "Wow." Deaton nodded. Stiles' eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head.

  "Wow?" He reiterated. "Wow, as in, I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do, kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for." 

      Deaton sighed, meeting Stiles' gaze. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities."

     I watched Lydia slip her hand over Derek's, her eyes shuttering in surprise. "He's cold. Really, cold." 

    "Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asked, quirking an eyebrow. Deaton winced, only giving us a shrug.

     "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This─ is well beyond my experience." He shook his head. 

    "So, what do we do with him?" Stiles asked. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, stepping closer towards him as I placed my hands on the table, leaning into his frame. I felt the warm presence of his arm as it settled across my shoulders gently.

   "Until he wakes up?" Deaton raised his eyebrows, before sighing in defeat. "Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here."

    "You mean from Kate." Stiles nodded. Deaton responded similarly. 

  "If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate."

       Lydia furrowed her eyebrows, pursing her lips. "Why would she want to do this to him?" 

     "Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her." Deaton warned. I heard Stiles scoff. 

    "And bad for anyone else." 

   I nodded slowly, my eyes aching as I blinked.

     "You guys should probably go home." Deaton spoke, and I met his concerned gaze as he nodded to me. "He doesn't look to be in any danger. So, maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night─ and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again." 

    "Someone should stay with you." Scott spoke worriedly. 

    "I'll do it, it's fine." I stood up straight, adjusting my jacket. Stiles darted to look at me, eyes wide. 

   "What? No." He shook his head incredulously. 

   "He's right, Indigo." Lydia peered to look at me, a small smile on her lips. "You're exhausted, practically about to fall in Stiles' arms right here, and the last thing you need to do is miss classes. I can afford to not show up."

    I felt uneasy, but she was right. I was exhausted. I wouldn't be able to do much passed out on the floor. 

     "See? Thank you." Stiles pointed to Lydia, nodding proudly. I rolled my eyes, placing my head on his chest, yawning. 

    Scott nodded, placing his hand generously on Lydia's denim shoulder. "Text us if anything happens." 

     She nodded, before looking to me one last time as we edged out of the room. I nodded in appreciation and she did the same, before gazing back down to Derek 

    As Stiles walked me out, I realized something. I thought back on the last 24 hours, how normal it felt between me and Lydia like we had known each other forever. I almost laugh now, thinking back on the first day of school when I absolutely shriveled at the thought of even speaking to her. But now─ I couldn't think to one situation that I wouldn't have to thank her for being there. Banshee or not, I'd watch out for her. Within the chaos that is our lives, Lydia Martin managed to become one of the most important people to me. Especially─ especially after Allison. 

    "Hey."

   I snapped out of it and found myself standing next to the jeep, Stiles looking to me confused. His head titled slightly, lips pursed. 

     "You okay?"

I gave a quick smile, nodding as I made my way into the jeep.

 ╪ 

 Stiles and I dropped off Scott, since Stiles pleaded that I stay over tonight. A worried glance over Scott's face when I had initially begun to step out of the jeep made me curious, but I stayed, letting Stiles drive us to his house.

    Making our way into his house, the rain had cleared, letting us walk through the front door spotless. I slipped off my shoes at the front door, ruffling my drying hair. I already began making my way to his room, in habit. I wasn't sure whether it was good or bad, how routine it was to come in and walk through Stiles' house as if it was my own. 

    His door was already open as I made my way in, turning to him when I stood in the middle. Stiles walked through the doorway, meeting my gaze. He froze for a moment, before his eyes boring into mine. 

   "Why didn't you want me to go to my house?" I spoke up, my eyebrows cinched. Stiles' eyes widened, but he composed himself too quickly. 

   "W─ what are you talking about?" Stiles shook his head, walking towards me. I almost stepped back, but he stood a few feet from me, a safe distance. I huffed.

    "Stiles, don't think I didn't notice. Both, you and Scott, obviously didn't want me in that house. What's going on?" I asked. "What are you hiding?" 

     Stiles' lips parted and his eyes searched around the room as he fumbled, more than likely for an excuse. I bit my lip, disappointed.

    "Indigo, it's nothing. Really, I swear. . ." 

  "Then why not tell me?" I shrugged, crossing my arms. "If it's nothing, just tell me, Stiles." 

     At the sound of his name, he flinched. He bit his lip and looked to his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose momentarily. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips, glancing to the ceiling with a sigh.

     "Indigo, I really─ I shouldn't be the one who tells you. . ." 

  "Stiles." I interrupted. Finally, his eyes met mine once more, looking nervous. Anxious, worried, all of the above.

     "I just─" Stiles cut himself off, fiddling with his thumbs. "There was a good reason we didn't tell you, okay?"

  I became more nervous, wondering what the two could have kept from me. Was it just them? Did the others know whatever it was? 

    "The thing is," Stiles started off, uneasy. "Scott's dad came back. Here, to Beacon Hills." 

    My eyes narrowed. "I really don't see why you two would keep that-" 

    "The last time Scott saw his dad was over ten years ago." Stiles continued. "He hasn't heard from him since, not since he left when he was little."

    I kept listening, staying silent as I waited for the entire reason they thought keeping that fact was better for me. 

    "He left him, he left Scott. Scott can't even remember him saying a goodbye." Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. "We just─ we didn't want him to. . . try to establish anything. To you, I mean. When I. . . when we met you, you had no memory of your actual parents. Melissa is the closest thing you have to call, mom. And from what I remember, Scott's dad─ wasn't much of one. And, we were scared that he might try to make things better, to attempt to be there for you how he wasn't for Scott. But that's what he does. He leaves."

        "We didn't want you to get left."

      I licked my dry lips and blinked, feeling a wet tear roll down from the corner of my eye. I took a deep, shaken breath as I looked up, trying to stop more tears. Sniffling, I wiped my cheek with my jacket.

     "I'm sorry. But, I'm only sorry for not telling you." Stiles mumbled.

    With a lump in my throat, I simply placed the best smile I could muster on my lips, looking to him. My vision was fuzzy and distorted from tears. They eventually dripped away, allowing me to look to a waiting Stiles. 

    "Thank you." I managed a whisper, nodding. "I mean, I don't even know what to say, right now."

     Stiles gave me a sweet smile, stepping over so he stood right in front of me. He shook his head softly, raising his arms so his hands cupped my cheeks. "You don't have to say anything, Indigo. Just know─ I'm never letting anything like that happen to you. Not again."

    I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. From him, at all. From the rounded tip of his nose, to the way his cheeks rose when he smiled at me. The same smile he always had when he looked at me. Where his pink lips stretched, moving the sweet, small moles on either cheek. His eyes would relax and it was as if the color of them would enhance, drawing me in even further. If that was possible.

    I thought about speaking again, but I decided against it. That, or my body was thinking faster than I was. I was slowly leaning in, my eyes shutting just at the same moment our lips met. The familiar soft cushion feeling of our lips pressing against the others. As we moved, my bottom lip found itself between his, as he placed a gentle kiss. Moving again, my head titled in the opposite direction, my nose ghosting his when he leaned more towards me to kiss me with more urgency than the last.

     His hands stayed in placed, fingers sprawled along the side of my head as I snaked my hands up his chest, wrapping them to the back of his neck. I pulled him in, causing my back to arch as he leaned over me now. Our lips continued moving, gaining speed and need. The tip of my body made me walk backwards, him following to keep the movement between our lips. I felt the mattress of his bed on my knees, his knocking into mine. Stiles' hands dropped to my waist as he steadied me, slowing my body's fall to the mattress as I let myself go. Still, our lips had yet to break apart. His left hand left, pressing into the bed next to my head as he balanced himself over me. I drew away my hands from him, only to move myself further onto the bed, letting him join. I let out an embarrassing small sigh as our lips left, as he had yet to move onto the bed. My elbows were touching the pillow cases, keeping me up as I looked to him. My lungs happily retrieved the oxygen as Stiles slowly put his knees onto the mattress, moving forward with his hands.

     I straightened out my arms, letting my head sink into the pillow gently, my hair flattening out beside me. I watched as Stiles put his right knee between mine, his hands steadying him on either side of me as he appeared over me, nearly an inch from my face. I could feel the same bated breaths pass from his lips. His eyes met mine for a moment, before he lowered his lips to mine. Like a switch, my eyes shut as I left all my senses to the feeling of Stiles moving his lips with my own.

     I let my arms rise, weaving around his head as I sunk my fingers into the lengthened hair on the back of his head. Enough to grip, I held them, keeping Stiles' lips on mine.

    His lips parted again, but this time, I felt his tongue connect to my bottom lip. I moved mine to meet his, moaning at the feeling as I accidentally gripped his hair tighter. That elicited a deep moan from Stiles' throat, surprising me. But I wanted to hear it again. It was intoxicating. Getting addicted, I wanted to hear it over and over. 

     Our lips quickened their pace, now accompanied with the messy encounters of our tongue, sighs and breaths breaking out whenever they could. That only made it that more intense.

   I unwrapped my hands and dove them under his torso, my fingers meeting the hem of his shirt, grabbing in gently. My finger grazed his stomach and he shuddered inward, his breath stuttering. Although the sound was unconvincing, I felt him nod softly, making his lips drag against mine, before reconnecting. I caught his lips with mine longingly, before dragging his red shirt upwards towards his arms. I met the barrier and tugged pathetically. A small smirk developed on his lips and my lips went cold when he broke apart. I opened my eyes as I watched him sit up, gripping the shirt by the neck as he pulled it over his head. My breath was instantly drawn away as my eyes dropped. 

     Stiles was nothing but breathtaking. His shoulders perfectly held his toned biceps, leading down to his veined forearms. His chest was moving up and down as he breathed heavily, also allowing the small indentations on his torso to flex, and making me swoon. Without a second thought, my hand reached to place my palm above his navel. My hand dragged down slowly, my fingers rising and falling over the tensed muscles.

    In seconds, Stiles leaned back down again, closing his lips on mine. I moaned in approval, my hands meeting the warm skin of his back. I pressed the tips of my fingers into it as I pushed him closer, earning another amazing moan from between his lips.

    Apart from his increasing kisses, the pressure of his lips pressing against my own, I couldn't itch the fact that he had gotten undressed. Just like that, no questions, he pulled it off. 

    I grabbed the shoulders of my jacket, pulling it down and off of my arms, tossing it to the side. I heard it hit the floor in a pile, as I curled my fingers around the bottom of my tank top, already beginning to pull it up. A small gasp erupted from, Stiles. He pulled away and his hand grabbed mine, stopping it from going past my chest.

    "Are─ are you sure?" His eyes looked to mine, eyebrows furrowed, almost concerned. I was scared if I took too long to answer, we'd stop. And I didn't want to stop. At all. 

    "Stiles," I breathed out. "There's no one else, I trust more. I am, I'm sure."

    His cheeks flushed and I barely saw a nod before I rushed the tank top over my head. I heard the breath leave Stiles when I dropped it with my jacket. I glanced down to my white bra, seeing his enchanted view. My smile grew at his amazed smile, but I needed him again. I leaned up and met my lips to his, getting a mumbled surprise from him. 

    My hands dove into his hair again, pulling him closer and closer so that it was as if his lips never left mine. I was surprised to feel the brush of his jeans over my hips, a soft moan passing my lips. Stiles hummed in satisfaction, and I felt his lips move at a quicker pace. My breaths hastened and I followed, kissing him intensely. My hips rose instinctively, meeting Stiles' hip in a needy fashion. Stiles' forehead bumped into mine, but I didn't mind it. 

     With a quick mental count and a wave of confidence, my hands left his body once more, dropping to the belt line of my own jeans. My fingers fumbled as I trembled with the button. I felt it pop, and my body relaxed in relief. I slipped my thumbs into the sides and began to tug, pushing them to my knees. I let go and allowed my feet to rid them the rest of the way, latching my hands around the back of Stiles' neck again. 

     I almost jumped in surprise as I felt the calloused skin of his thumb graze the skin around my hip, my stomach sinking in as a tickled feeling washed over. My legs squirmed, scratching against his jean-clad thighs. As if it was a signal, Stiles departed our lips and swiftly undid the button of his jeans like I had and brushed them down his legs, kicking them off to the floor messily. I barely caught a glance of it before my eyes shut blissfully again when Stiles reconnected our lips. Now, all I felt was the cloth of his boxers. 

     Stiles, all of a sudden, was no longer moving his lips against mine. I furrowed my eyebrows as his movements stopped and he backed away only slightly, his hazed eyes meeting mine. I titled my head a little, questioning it.

    "What's wrong?" I asked. Stiles' eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head frantically.

     "No, no─ nothing's wrong. Definitely nothing." He let out a small chuckle. "It's just, this─ all of this is new to me."

    I chewed the inside of my lip, nervously nodding. "It's new to me, too."

   Stiles winced. "Indigo. . . what if it isn't?"

   I got the hint and sighed, wishing this really hadn't have come up. 

    To me, this was my first. The first. I didn't want to worry about whether or not I had done any of this in the past, or before I appeared in Beacon Hills. I didn't care about it. Thinking like that lifted a weight off of my chest. By now, my first with Stiles would be my first. And my mom is Melissa. And my friends are the ones I have now. This, right now, today, the past three years are what matter to me. My family was the people I have now, not the aching feeling I got when I thought about who I really was a daughter of. 

    "It is to me." I whispered to him. He visibly relaxed at the comment. "Everything that has happened ever since I've been here is what I count as me." 

    Stiles stared down at me until a small smile grew on his lips. "Good. Because now I'm not the only clueless one." 

    I couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, muffling it between our lips. My lips felt swollen against his, puffed from the constant kissing, but I didn't care. If it was for kissing Stiles', I'd do it all day. 

    I felt Stiles' hands both dive to my waist, getting a gentle grip before suddenly we both turned and my legs were placed on either side of his hips. His hands fell to my hips, his thumbs brushing over the lace hem of my underwear. I grew nervous at the fact that it was my underwear. Ever second we spent here, the more and more intimate we got. But, I wasn't having second thoughts. This was all new to me, and I just didn't want to mess up.

    Sensing my patience, Stiles broke apart our lips and sat up, making us both at eye level as I sat on his lap. Our eyes opened and I stared into his, sighing at my nervousness. 

    "Indigo, it's okay if you're not sure. . ." He softly nodded. I instantly shook my head, licking my lips. 

   "No, no." I responded. "It's just. . . This is your first. I─ I want to make it good."

    I could spot Stiles' sweet smile, even in the dark light of his room. He titled his head and brushed a few strands of hair from my face. 

    "Indigo, as long as it's with you─" He nodded. "It will be. I can guarantee."

 ╪ 

 The silence was filled with our breaths, as our bodies lied against one another. I lied next to Stiles, our bare legs tangled and my chest pressed against his side as I strung an arm across his chest. I could feel Stiles' hand play through my hair, softly touching it. A huge comparison to minutes ago when he was tugging at it.

   "I can't believe that just happened." I heard Stiles breath out. I tried not to make assumptions, asking.

   "What does that mean?" I wondered curiously. 

 "I mean─" He sighed. "Not so long ago, the idea of being here, with you, was a complete dream. Literally."

    I chuckled, tilting my head up to look at him, my nose brushing his jaw. He turned his head, meeting eyes with me. 

   "You're sweet." I hummed, smiling up at him. Stiles' expression never changed, never looking away from me.

   "Indigo McCall, you are the best thing to ever happen to me."

   I froze for a second, before giving Stiles' lips a small kiss. I smiled more, before breaking apart.

   "Stiles Stilinski, I promise, you are the best thing to ever happen to me."

 ╪

 Freshly showered and clean the next morning, I walked hand in hand next to Stiles, Scott parading behind us as we walked up the stairs to class. 

   I couldn't help the constant small smile on my face, being the only one of two knowing what happened last night. A blush rose on my face and I guess Stiles saw, as his hand gave mine the tiniest squeeze. 

    "Stiles, what is this?" 

  We froze half-way up the stairs, seeing Scott with furrowed eyebrows and a cautious face. He pointed to Stiles' backpack. I let go of Stiles' hand as he looked behind him and checked, until I stopped in place, my eyes wide.

    Stiles' backpack made his shirt ride up about an inch or two when we had walked up the stairs, revealing the ends of small pink scratch lines I guarantee he did not do himself. Again, images of last night flashed in my mind and I did my best to keep a straight face. 

    "Uh─" Stiles stumbled, his eyebrows raised as he flickered his gaze from me to Scott. I shook my head hurriedly, telling him he was on his own in this one. "I, uh─ no idea. Must've happened in Mexico, or─"

    The look on Scott's face made him stop talking, and I grew hot with embarrassment. I didn't regret a bit of what happened, but the thought of Scott knowing what went on made me flushed. 

   "I don't even want to know." He shook his head, waving Stiles off as he rushed to yank his shirt back down to hide the scratches. Stiles' cheeks glowed pink , and he shrugged to me. Scott walked off, continuing to shake his head and mumble to himself, which I did not intend to listen in on what he thought about us. I heard Stiles sigh. 

    "Well, that went─ well?" 

   "Well, is an overstatement." I scoffed and him, crossing my arms. Stiles threw his arms in the air, gaping at me. 

      "You're the one who put them there!"

"Only because you─!" I stopped, realizing I would've almost yelled intimate details in the middle of school campus. Stiles calmed down and almost smirked, crossing his arms now to simply mock me. 

       "I did what?" 

 ╪ 

      "It might surprise you to know that some of history's greatest leader have had to endure some pretty great failures." Mr. Yukimura spoke out to the class, pacing behind his desk. "One you'll recognize from last night's reading failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of Congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest presidents that this country has ever seen. Who was he?"

    It was silent as he searched the classroom, overpassing those student who already had their hands raised. I watched as he stopped, and it looked like he was staring at me, someone who didn't have their hand raised.

   "Malia?" 

    I turned behind me, seeing Malia in the desk behind me with a confused look. Her hands froze as she held a page of a book she was about to flip. She nodded slowly and stuck her highlighter between her lips, biting it as she searched for the answer. I heard a phone go off and Mr. Yukimura sigh. 

    "Scott, phones off." He ordered. "Malia? One of our greatest presidents. Gettysburg Address?"

   I bit my lip as she continued to flip through, her face becoming more and more frantic as she couldn't find it. A phone chimed again. 

    "Phones off─ everyone." He snapped. "Malia?" 

    She stopped on a page a read up and down it, her eyebrows furrowed. I sighed, turning around in my chair again. I felt bad. I could feel the other student's stares on her, just like they had on me Sophomore year.

    "Anyone else?" He sighed, looking around the classroom once more. 

     Another ring of a phone and he huffed, placing his hands on his desk. "I said phones off!" 

    "Dad─" I heard Kira wince. "That was yours." 

    Mr. Yukimura stood up slowly, making eye contact with his daughter awkwardly. "Oh." 

    He walked over to his phone, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down to it. 

   "Uh, Scott, call Lydia." He looked over to Scott. I turned my head and saw Scott's confused look as we met eyes.

 ╪

      My elbows were placed on the same metal table in the clinic from last night, standing next to Stiles. Apparently, Derek woke up. Younger Derek, that is. After swiping Deaton, he ran off. 

    "I don't think he's just younger in body, I think he's younger in mind, too." Deaton nodded as Lydia finished off the bandage around his arm.

     "He didn't recognize either of us." Lydia sighed, putting the role of bandage down. "And he looked like he was scared out of his mind."

      "So─" Stiles trailed off. "If you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" 

     "A wolf goes back to its den." Scott shrugged, looking to all of us. "But Derek lives in a loft." 

    "Not when he was a teenager." Stiles reminded them. They all nodded.

  "The Hale house?" I raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. 

     "He wouldn't remember the fire." Deaton hummed. "It wouldn't have happened yet." 

       Scott and Stiles looked to me and I nodded, all of us walking towards the door. I heard Lydia scoff, rushing around the table. 

     "Hold on." She huffed. "Say you do manage to catch up to him? What are you going to say to him? That his whole family is dead?"

    I winced as Scott sighed. "I guess we're going to have to."

    "Oh, yeah, good luck with that." Lydia nodded. Stiles shrugged, nudging Scott.

     "She's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal." 

     Scott's eyes widened. "I can't lie to him." 

   "Okay, I'll do it." Stiles scoffed, making me roll my eyes. 

  "I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising. When we find him, we tell him the truth." Scott looked to all of us here seriously. 

    Deaton shook his head. "If he gets to the house first, you won't have to."

 ╪

   It wasn't until we were on our way that Stiles' got a demanding text from his dad. Originally on our way to the Hale house, turned into a trip to the Sheriff's station. Which, everything usually did. 

     Pulling in with Stiles jeep, we all hopped out, rushing through the front doors as we disregarded the looks of other deputies. Instantly, we saw Sheriff Stilinski, jutting his finger to his office with a stern look. I was confused, until I saw the young Derek sitting on the bench. I winced, and his eyes caught mine. His eyebrows raised and he sat up straighter, his eyes following me as we walked into Sheriff's office. I furrowed my eyebrows. There was no way he was young and remembered me, right? 

     Sheriff shut the door hastily behind us and walked over to his desk, sitting on it with a sigh. He pointed at us. 

     "I want you all to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest." 

    We all nodded.

     "Have you been time traveling?"

   Stiles' eyes bugged out. "Hang on, what?" 

     "Because if time traveling is real, you know what? I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House!" 

  "We found him like that." Scott sighed.

    "Where?!" Sheriff scoffed. "Swimming in the fountain of youth?"

    "No." Stiles shook his head. "We found him buried in and Aztec temple. . . In Mexico. Underneath a church in the middle of a town. That was destroyed by an earthquake."

    I sighed, resisting the urge to either smack his arm or cover my face with my hands.

     "You told me you were camping!" Sheriff accused. Stiles winced, shrugging.

    "Yeah, we were." He waved his hands slightly. ". . . In Mexico." 

   Scott sighed. "Derek's been aged backwards. He can't remember anything. We just need to talk to him." 

    "Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody." Sheriff huffed.

   Scott's eyes began to turn their new red shade. "He'll talk to me."

 ╪ 

     "Why would I go anywhere with you?" 

   Derek looked to Scott and Stiles, confused, probably, as to why these strangers were asking him to come with him. 

    "There was an accident. You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back." Scott sighed.

     "How much memory?" Derek raised an eyebrow.  

   "A lot. But─ you can trust us." 

 Scott flashed his eyes once more, making Derek's eyes widen.

   "You're an Alpha." He breathed out, relaxing. "Okay, who are you?" he pointed to Stiles. "And who are you?" His eyes glanced to me. "And why are you with them?" 

    Everyone froze and looked to me, but I had no answer. He remembered me? How is that possible? 

    "Wait, wait, wait." Stiles waved his arms, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You know her?" 

    Derek looked to Stiles. "Of course." 

    I stepped forward. "How do you-" 

      "No, no. This is good." Stiles nodded. 

  "See? You know her, she knows us, it's all okay. Now, come on." 

      "No!" Derek scoffed. "I still don't know you." 

   "Oh." Stiles smiled. "Uh, I'm the one keeping you out of jail."

    "Let us help you." Scott pleaded. Derek glared. 

   "No." 

      "Okay, dude─" Stiles huffed. "You almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us. And that starts with no claws, no wolf man. You got that?"

      Derek sighed. "I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon." 

 Scott's eyebrows rose. "You still have trouble on the full moon." 

     "I said I'm fine." Derek snapped. 

  "All right." Stiles nodded. "Now, are you coming with us or not?" 

      "You want me to trust you?" He asked, before looking to me. "Then where's my family?"

      I winced and looked over to Scott and Stiles, confused. Were we going to tell him? What was I supposed to say? 

     "There was a fire." Scott spoke up. "And. . . They're not here anymore. They're fine. Just─ had to move out of Beacon Hills. And we're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back."

     It took a few moments, until Derek let out a gentle exhale. "Okay." 

 He stood up and began to walk out to the door, and as soon as he was out of earshot, Scott began to whisper.

      "I shouldn't have done that." He mumbled. "I lied my ass off."

    "Hey, your ass if fine." Stiles waved off. "You saved him a ton of unnecessary pain. We'll figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy." 

     He paused, shrugging. "Except for Derek, who's never happy."

  "It's just another person that we're lying to. I always feel like it's always better when we tell them. Like Lydia, my mom, your dad." Scott sighed.

     "Yeah, but that is Derek Hale in there. He may be a kid right now, but he's still Derek Hale." I tried to ease him. Scott's eyes met mine unwillingly.

    "All right. Take him to our house and don't let him out of your sight." Scott nodded, walking away. Stiles threw his arms up, scoffing. 

    "And where are you going?!" 

    "I'm going to go talk to the guy we should have gone to before." Scott responded. I grimaced, hearing Stiles groan.

     "Uh─ Yeah, I hate that guy!"

 ╪

     Walking up the front porch steps felt weird since I hadn't been here for a long time. I took a deep breath and reveled in the feeling of being home. 

     Except this time, a younger Derek was following Stiles and I in, and I can honestly say─ it's strange. 

      "We're going to wait here for Scott." Stiles pointed at Derek as he opened the front door, pushing us both in. "We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone."

    I rolled my eyes and walked through our living room, finding Derek's eyes on me. I pursed my lips and stood still as Stiles locked the front door and walked over to me. 

    "Do I talk to you?" Derek asked him. Stiles shook his head instantly.

    "No." 

    "Can I talk to her?" 

    "Definitely not." 

    "Fine." 

    "Good." Stiles scoffed at him. Derek's eyes trailed behind us and he smirked, pointing.

      "Who's going to talk to him?" 

      Stiles and I turned around seeing a tall man in a suit, a badge dangling on a chain from his neck, something from law enforcement. Stiles, startled, emitted a small scream, stumbling into me. 

    "God, are you getting taller?!" He cried out, waving his hand at the man.

  "What are you guys doing here?" He asked, looking between the three of us. 

    "We're waiting for Scott." Derek nodded. The man did the same in response.

     "Yeah, so am I." He sighed, lifting a large brown paper bag in his hand. "We're supposed to have dinner. I bought extra. You guys hungry?"

     Derek spoke a "Yeah", at the same time Stiles said "No", throwing off both me and the man. Stiles looked to Derek, raising his eyebrows.

      "No, we're not hungry." Stiles corrected.

   "No, I'm starving." Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, reminding me that Derek was always this stubborn. 

     Stiles sighed and looked to the man. "None of us are hungry. Thanks, though."

      "Okay, well if you're not hungry, Stiles, your friends can still eat with us." He subtly snapped. "What's your name?"

     Derek began to speak, before Stiles loudly interrupted. "Uh! M─ Miguel. From. . . Mexico. So. . ." 

      Derek raised an eyebrow at Stiles, confused by the new name. I simply shook my head slightly, wondering how Stiles got anything sane from his mess of a brain. 

      "Oh," The man nodded, before sputtering out an entire sentence in Spanish. I froze, glancing over to Stiles and Derek. Stiles' eyes were wide and he huffed.

     "Oh my god─" 

    Derek responded in the same manner, the Spanish language fluently falling from his mouth. I raised my eyebrows, impressed and thankful.

     "Fantastic." The man grinned. "Egg roll?"

  "Hell yeah." Derek smiled, following the man into the kitchen. Stiles and I met eyes, taking a unison deep breath. I began to walk into the kitchen, before I felt Stiles' hand grab mine. I looked back, seeing a new concerned look on his face.

     "What is it?" I asked. Stiles sighed, his eyes flickering to the kitchen. I looked back to the man, watching as he emptied out the bag, Derek moving plates on the table. I continued to watch the man, seeing his dark hair, almost like Scott's. The same tanned skin. The more and more I looked, the more the puzzle fit together. 

     "That's him?" I whispered. Stiles sighed and nodded, standing next to me. Nervously, I messed with the top of Stiles' knuckles, before looking over to him.

     "It'll be fine." I assured him. "I won't even talk to him." 

  Stiles kept our eyes locked, and I could tell he was mulling over the idea of possibly sprinting me out of here. I sighed and leaned up a bit, giving a light kiss on the bottom of his jaw. 

    "Now c'mon. As much as you said you weren't, you're probably starving."

 ╪

      Forks continued to hit the plates, silence almost completely taking over the kitchen. Stiles had forced me next to him, away from Scott's dad. Derek sat at the end of the table, next to me. I noticed he continued to try and make eye contact, and a couple of times he made his knee crash into mine.

     One more time, it happened, and I looked over to him, shrugging. He gestured his head to Scott's dad, only confusing me even more. I shrugged again, and he sighed. 

   "So, uh, Miguel─" Mr. McCall cleared his throat. "What did you say your last name was again?" 

     Derek, again, wanted to answer truthfully. And, again, Stiles interrupted abruptly. 

    "Oh, it's Juarez." Stiles nodded, continuing to ramble. "Cinqua. . . Tiago."

    McCall raised his eyebrows. "That's a mouthful." He looked over to Miguel. "How do you spell that?" 

     Derek smiled and looked over to Stiles, nodding for him to continue to answer for him. I almost laughed, looking over to Stiles who put his fork down, swallowing rice.

      "Uh, phonetically." He nodded. To stifle a laugh, I coughed into my hand, earning a nudge in the side from Stiles under the table.

     "And you?"

   I stopped and looked up, seeing Scott's dad looking to me. My mouth gaped opened stupidly, as I hadn't planned to even look at him the rest of the night. I gulped and cleared my throat, fidgeting in my seat.

     "Uh, it's─ Indigo." I nodded. Another knee crashed into mine and I looked to Derek, who had his eyebrows furrowed at me.

      "Indigo. . ." McCall nodded. "Are you─" 

  "She's my girlfriend." Stiles nodded, throwing his arm obnoxiously over my shoulders. I relaxed, finally, looking down to my empty, clean plate.

     "Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent?" Derek spoke up, pointing to the badge I had noticed before. He nodded, nudging it. 

     "He's low level." Stiles waved off. "Very low level. He doesn't even have a voice." 

     Derek glared at him, before looking back to McCall. "So, do you investigate murders?"

   I widened my eyes, knowing what he was trying to do. What information he was trying to squeeze out. 

      "Sometimes." McCall shrugged. "When it's a federal crime."

    "What about fires?" Derek asked. Stiles let out a huge breath.

     "Oh my god, I wonder where Scott is." He tried to chuckle. "Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott." 

        "What kind of fires are you talking about?" McCall tilted his head. I winced, looking over to Derek who locked eyes with me.

     "Do you know anything about the Hale family?"

 ╪

       I gasped, as soon as we entered Scott's room, Derek slammed Stiles to the wall, pressing his face to the wallpaper, his elbow dug into his back. Stiles groaned, wincing. 

      "Okay, I didn't lie. I─ omitted certain truths. Vital, truths now that I think about it." 

     "I don't want to talk to you." Derek snapped, letting go of him harshly. Stiles stumbled away, knocking into me. "I'll talk to her. Or Scott. That's it." 

     I slowly looked between them, Derek staring at me and Stiles confused. He slowly nodded, pulling out his phone. 

     "Okay, okay. I can do that. I'm─ I'm gonna call Scott. You stay here, actually stay over there." Stiles pointed for Derek to stay away from me. "And don't move."

     Stiles left the room and I heard his footsteps, before he rushed back, darting to the door once more. We both gave him a confused look and he shrugged, scratching his neck. "I. . . Thought you moved. " 

     He left once more and I moved my attention to Derek, whose face had fallen. I felt bad, making me rock back and forth on my heels. 

     "Why didn't you tell me?" He spoke up, his eyebrows furrowed. 

  "It's not that I didn't want to, Derek." I sighed. "But telling you wouldn't have exactly helped." 

      "Well, it might have been something I might need to know before I run to my house to find it in burnt pieces." He snapped.

      I stayed silent for a bit, only remembering. "Derek, why me? Why─ why do you trust me?" 

      Derek became confused and stepped closer, looking to me as if I was the crazy one. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I trust you?" 

      I heard a click noise, both me and Derek turning our heads, watching as the window next to Scott's bed began rising, the person from the outside sneaking under it to crawl in. I stepped back, pulling Derek with me. The blonde hair should've been enough to make me run, but it wasn't until I saw her face was I sure. 

     "Kate." I snapped, already feeling my fangs begin to poke my bottom lip. She pouted and walked closer to us, making me back up even more.

     "Oh come on." Kate huffed, tilting her head at me. "Is that any way to treat an old friend? Especially one that's taught you all that you know. . ." 

     "You either need to leave, or leave in more than one piece." I narrowed my eyes at her. Kate simply smiled, stepping closer. She actually began to laugh to herself as she backed me up against the wall. 

     "Kate─" Derek tried to interrupt, but Kate held up her hand to silence him. She locked eyes with me and I did my best not to shake in the vulnerable position I was in. 

      "Sweetie," She gave a soft chuckle, before raising her eyebrows at me. "The only way I'm leaving is with him. And, I promise, you won't stop me." 

     "Who says I can't." I jutted my head at her. "I think I have a little more on my belt in terms of getting rid of you." 

     "Oh, Indigo─" She sighed. "I mean, that's what you go by these days, isn't it?"

      My eyes widened and I felt the back of my head hit the wall. 

     "Yeah." Kate smirked. "I think I have a little more on my belt. So, next time, when you try to threaten someone─ make sure they don't know more about you than you."

       I watched her raise her hand, newly found claws poking from the tips. I froze and jumped as her hand gripped my jaw, pulling me forward and slamming me back into the wall. I groaned and crumpled to the floor, the pain in the back of my head causing spots in my eyes. 

     I was taking deep breaths as I looked up, watching Derek back up to the window, Kate already out on the roof. I met his gaze and his apologetic look almost made me feel bad, until he jumped out to follow her. I sighed and let my body rest on the floor. 

     I heard footsteps echo and a muffled, "Oh my god", before I recognized Stiles as he gripped my arms and pulled me up. I felt light, before gravity kicked in again as I stood, my head becoming dizzy. I stumbled but Stiles continued to hold me, keeping me up. 

     "She─ She took. . ."

  "I know." Stiles huffed. "I know. As much as I would love to divest on how much of a failure we are at keeping Derek away from Kate, Scott needs us." 

 ╪

     Stiles and I stumbled on the school campus, the cold air making me shiver. I could hardly see the vault entrance under the school sign since it was so dark tonight, but Stiles' hands guided me down, Lydia following behind us.

     I coughed from the smoke billowing from the stairway, waving it out of my face. I peeked open, finally being able to see. I watched a groggy Peter spin around, looking to every corner of the vault. 

      "It was never─ Never about the triskelion. They took it, they took it while I was blinded!" He shouted. 

        "Took what?" Stiles asked, his hand slipping his fingers between my own. 

     "Bonds." He huffed, smacking the side of a steel vault, opened and empty. "Bearer bonds, and they took them all." 

      "Bearer bonds?" Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Hold on, are you saying you got robbed?" 

     Peter shook his head. "This was a heist. Somebody planned this." 

     "How much did they take?" Lydia asked. Peter sighed, staring down to his shoes. 

         "One hundred and seventeen. . ." He shook his head. 

    "Thousand?" Stiles' eyes widened. Peter looked up, despair clear on his face. 

                 "Million."

[a/n]::

woW is this me with an update? wild...

anyways- SEASON FOUR AYE WE GOT SOME SMUT HAH i mean, not really smut, but this books isn't about smut so i'm not really going to go into graphic detail lol but aW it was kinda cute????

  also, derek knows indigo? did you expect THAT? WHAT ARE YOUR THEORIES, YOUR IDEAS? LET ME KNOW!

   LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH