FOUR

"We're just gonna wait here for Scott. We're gonna sit quietly. And we're not gonna to call or talk to anyone." Stiles explained to Derek as we enter my house, and entering the kitchen.

"Do I talk to you?" Derek asked suddenly.

"No." Stiles told him.

"Do I talk to Stacey?"

"Hell no," Stiles said dramatically.

"Good."

"Fine." Stiles argued back.

"Who's gonna talk to him?" I look in the direction as he stood there with takeouts in his hand. I shot up an eyebrow as Stiles screamed. What the hell is dad doing here? How long has been here? I thought he left. I pursed my lips together, this just shows how little I stay at my own house.

I basically live with Stiles.

"Ah!" Stiles muttered. "Are you getting taller?"

"What are you guys doing here?" Dad asked, holding the food.

"I live here," I told him in a duh tone.

"Really? You haven't been home in two weeks." Dad countered. "Where have you been?"

"You don't need to worry about it." I told him. I frown, he hasn't been here for five years. I pushed back that thought, we're kind of getting along now. "They're with me, we're waiting for Scott."

"Yeah, so am I, we're supposed to have dinner." Dad explained. Wait, he and Scott made up? Since when? "I brought extra. You guys hungry?"

I felt a little betrayed by Scott. He didn't tell me dad was living here, nor that they made up and have dinner together. "Yeah." Derek grinned.

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

"No, I'm starving," Derek stated.

"No, we're not," I said through my teeth, nudging Derek in the ribs. "Neither of us are hungry, thanks, dad."

"Okay, Stiles and Stacey, if you're not hungry, your friend can still eat with us." I release a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "What's your name?"

"Der-"

"Miguel." Stiles cuts off dad, and I looked over at him, I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. I nodded.

"Who's he again?"

"Um, my cousin... Miguel."

My eyes soften, I miss Danny.

"Stiles' cousin, Miguel." I continued, glancing over at Stiles. He raised an eyebrow, surprised but quickly turned to Dad.

"From Mexico." Stiles continued, wrapping an arm around Derek's shoulders. "So..." My eyes widen when my dad spoke Spanish to him. Oh, my god.

"Oh, my god." I mutter. Fortunately, Derek spoke Spanish back to my dad.

Dad looked impressed. "Fantastic. Egg roll?"

"Hell yeah."

✢

"So, uh, Miguel... what did you say your last name was again?" Dad asked as Derek and he sat across from each other, Stiles and I sat beside each other at my table.

"Oh, it's Juarez." Stiles told him. I bit on my lower lip to keep another laugh escaping out of me. Miguel Juarez. This story keeps getting funnier and funnier. "Cinqua Tiago." Miguel Juarez Cinqua Tiago. Derek frowned at Stiles.

"That's a mouthful." Dad cleared his throat. Stiles and I sat quite close to each other, and I felt him slide his hand on my thigh nervously. I sighed and I dropped a hand, and I placed it on his and laced our hands. "How do you spell that?"

"Phonetically," I answer for Stiles and Stiles nodded. "It's quite complicated, actually,"

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI Agent?" Derek asked, my eyes widening. How the hell did he figure that one out?

"He's a low level." I quickly said. "Very low level. He doesn't even have a voice."

"So do you investigate murders?" Derek asked. Oh, no. This is so not going as planned.

Actually, the plan was off when we meet my father in the kitchen in the first place.

"Sometimes. When it's a federal crime." Dad answers.

"What about fires?" Derek asked making my heart rate skip a beat. Oh no. Ah, god... what to do. What should I do? I need to do something.

"Oh, my god. I wonder where Scott is." Stiles cuts everyone off.

I nod, carrying on. "Shouldn't Scott be here by now?" I asked. "We should call Scott."

"What kind of fires are you talking about?" Dad asked and I shoot Derek a glare.

"Don't answer that." I hiss.

"Do you know anything about the Hale family?"

We're in shit.

✢

I grunt as Derek had smashed me into the wall, and Stiles had quickly come in, my face was squished against the wall. "You let go of her!" Stiles seethed, gritting his teeth and he walked towards Derek who then quickly through Stiles beside me, smashing him against the wall.

"Okay, we didn't lie, we omitted certain truths." I defended roughly. "Vital truths now that I think about it." Picking up a few skills that Allison had taught me, I grab Derek's wrist and I spin him and my self around, gripping onto his wrist and pinning him agaisnt the wall. Stiles had backed up unsurely. I lean to Derek's ear. "Calm down."

I let go of him roughly, stepping back and Derek turned around as we stand in Scott's bedroom. "I don't want to talk to you." Derek snapped. "I want the Alpha. I'll talk to Scott." He exclaimed, getting angry.

"Yeah, well, you've got his sister instead to talk to." I huff out. Stiles looked over at me.

"Okay, I'm going to go get him." Stiles told him. "Stay here, and keep an eye on him." He whispered to me and I nod, crossing my arms. "My phone's downstairs. Going to call him real quick." Stiles quickly kissed my cheek. "You stay her and don't move, okay? Don't move." He opened the door and left. He then skidded back, checking if he had left. "Don't... I thought you..."

I laugh. "Go, dork." He nodded and left, and I turned to Derek. "Don't even try moving mister."

"Where'd you learn skills like that?" Derek asked suddenly, and I looked over at him. My throat drying by the second. I pressed my lips together, Allison.

"She learned it from my niece." A voice speaks, my jaw clenched and I knew who it was. I turned around and saw that Kate Argent herself was standing there, smirking, with a gun in her hand. "Allison." She taunted.

"You're sick," I spit.

"No, I'm perfectly healthy," Kate cracks a smile. A fake smile. "It's finally nice to meet you, Stacey McCall. It's about time, don't you think?"

"Kate?" Derek asked, breathlessly, and confused.

"Hey, handsome." She purred. She then looked over at me and stormed over to me, my eyes widening. Her smile faded. She puts her hands around my neck, and I gasped, feeling the pressure cave in around my neck and my eyes widen. I couldn't breathe.

"What? Hey-" Derek tried to call out to Kate, my eyes continue to widen.

"Derek, do you trust me?" She asked in a soft voice, I squeeze my eyes shut knowing he slowly nodded. I choke, whimpering. She then walked me over to Scott's desk, and she slammed my head down, and I fell to the ground, my head pounding as I closed my eyes, darkness taking over my vision.

✢

"Stacey," I heard a soft voice speak as I flutter my eyes open slowly. My head was in pain, it was pounding. I let out a groan, closing my eyes again and I reached my hand up to my head, touching it. I froze when I felt liquid on my head. My breaths became quicker as I knew blood was on my head and I opened my eyes and shuffled backward. "Stacey, hey, calm down,"

"Stiles-" I cut myself off, my eyes widening. "Holy crap, Stiles, Kate's alive, a-and... and..." I squeezed my eyes shut, my head was killing me. He sat on the bed, that I was currently sitting on, and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of place with the others, shushing me softly.

"I know, I know," he told me softly. "Can you remember what happened?" He asked, and I shake my head, my mind racing for answers. "That's okay, you should stay here. We're gonna get Derek back, okay?"

"What? No," I protest and sat up quickly, maybe a little too quickly. My eyes widen, and I lift up my t-shirt, where the pain was coming from, and I saw that there was a bruise forming around there. This little bruise isn't going to stop me from helping Derek.

"She kicked you?" Stiles' voice grew alarmed, he looked like he could snap someone's head off. And if that was going to be anyone's, it would be Kate's. I shake my head, I can't remember. "I'm going to kill her. I'll do it myself, I swear-"

"Stiles," I cut him off, I noticed that he had glassy eyes, looking at me. He quickly whipped a tear that had escaped from his eyes, making me smile a little. "I'm fine now."

"Stacey, you were out for an hour." He whispered, barely. "You're not going, you're resting, okay? No buts or ifs."

I groaned loudly. "Stiles." I protest. He then grips my sheets and pulled them back. I frown at him, and he gave me a look, telling me to jump in the sheets. Giving in, I got in the sheets and he pulled them on me.

"I got you some panadol." He told me softly, I look over and saw a glass of water and some panadol on my bedside table. "Please, get some rest, I'll be right back, okay? I'll come back straight afterward. And if you're still awake, I'll make you a milo, and tell you how it all went down."

I let out a sigh and slowly nodded my head in agreement. I sat up a little. "I'm fine now. I can still go and kick some ass."

"No." Stiles said quickly, moving closer to me. "Don't make me tie you down to the bed." I smirk at him, he groaned. "That's not what I meant. Stacey, heal."

"Scott may be a dog but I'm not." I scoff. He rolled his eyes and he quickly pecked the side of my lips.

"I love you," Stiles said softly.

"I love you, too," I mumble, a little annoyed that Stiles' is making me stay in bed. He then got up, and closed the door on his way out. I snuggle deep in my duvets, and I let my eyes close. I curled myself up, and I difted off to sleep.