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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
OMEGA
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THERE WAS AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR FEELING in the hospital as Mia Stilinski fidgeted in her chair. She had been in the building for at least six hours and needed to leave. It was already dark, and she knew that Lydia was done with seeing visitors for the day.

Mia hadn't spoken to a lot of people since the dance, and everyone she took the time to speak to knew she was frustrated. Her boyfriend knew she was concerned for Lydia's health, especially since she had spent the majority of the weekend by her bedside. Her father and best friend barely got her to talk, and her brother was with her visiting Lydia every day.

She was the reason her twin left the hospital each day, which ensured that he would be able to get some sleep in his own bed. They had left earlier in the day to get food from a fast food, but returned immediately after discarding their garbage.

Stiles had fallen asleep sometime within the past hour and she could hear him mumbling to himself. This wasn't uncommon, especially whenever he would fall asleep with a full stomach. She remembered one of the first times he had spoken in his sleep. It had been after a Star Wars marathon, and he had been mumbling about Princess Leia and Han Solo.

Mia smiled at the memory, which felt like a first for the weekend. Thankfully, her brother's mumbling was amusing that night, however it still captured the attention of some of the nurses.

"Mia."

The youngest Stilinski looked away from her brother to see her best friend's mother.

"Hey Melissa."

"How long has he been here?"

Mia glanced at her twin, who had readjusted himself so that his stomach was facing the ceiling.

"I think we've been here since lunch," Mia answered. She turned her attention to Lydia's room as Mr. Martin closed the door. "If he wakes up, I'll be around the corner getting a snack."

Melissa nodded, and Mia got up, leaving her brother behind.

Mia walked around the corner and toward the vending machine. She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket while examining the snacks in the machine.

Within seconds, the brunette dialed her boyfriend's number. Her eyes remained glued to the row of Hershey's chocolate bars as her phone rang.

"Hey," Isaac greeted as he picked up the call.

"Hey." Mia dug her hand into her pockets in search of change. "What're you up to?"

"I'm working tonight," Isaac sighed, "So that's fun."

"How're you doing? It's pretty cold out there."

Mia silently cheered as she found a handful of change, which she discovered was the perfect amount for a single chocolate bar.

"It's not that bad."

"Are you sure?" Mia asked. "I can drive over and bring you a jacket or something."

"I'm sure."

"Are you positive?" Mia put her coins in the machine before pressing the letter of the candy bar.

"Yeah, promise."

"I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

The chocolate bar fell to the bottom of the machine, causing Mia to smile.

"Okay," Isaac replied. "I've got to get back to work."

"Call me if anything weird happens."

"Will do."

With that, Isaac ended the phone call.

"You got candy without me?"

Mia turned to her right and saw her twin, who had four quarters in his hand.

"You were asleep," Mia shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you up."

Stiles lightly pushed her shoulder before inserting his coins into the machine. Mia watched as he chose a thing of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, only for the package to get caught in the machine.

The brunette stifled a laugh as her twin groaned at his luck.

"Help me out?" Stiles asked as he moved to the right side of the machine.

Mia shook her head as she moved to the left, placing her hands on the top and side of the machine.

"On three?" Mia suggested.

"Alright." Stiles began to shake the machine. "Three."

Mia watched as the vending machine leaned forward, and was thankful that her brother had somewhat fast reflexes as he pulled her out of the way.

The twins looked at the machine, which was surrounded by small shards of glass.

"That's your fault," Mia chastised.

"How is this my fault?"

"I said on three," Mia groaned. "You ignored one and two."

An ear splitting scream echoed through the hospital, causing the twins to share a panicked look.

"Lydia."

Mia wasn't sure how she knew that it was their friend, but her gut was certain. She pushed ahead of Stiles and ran into Lydia's room, not caring that she went ahead of Melissa or Mr. Martin.

"Lydia?"

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The twins followed behind their father, desperately trying to stay close enough to hear what the Sheriff was saying. It had been hard to hear the beginning of the conversation, but thankfully Noah was the reason his children had little to no volume control.

"All right, let's get an APB out on a sixteen year old redhead. Any other descriptors?"

"Five three, green eyes, fair skinned," Stiles began as he pushed his way into the crowd of adults.

"And she's a strawberry blonde," Mia corrected. She looked at her father, who narrowed his eyes at their words.

"Is that right?"

He then grabbed both of his children by the backs of their necks and pulled them aside.

"What the hell are the two of you still doing here?"

"Providing moral support?" Mia shrugged.

"Uh huh," Noah began. "How about you both provide your asses back home, where you should be?"

"We can do that," Stiles replied awkwardly.

Stiles started to walk ahead, his hands in his pockets, leaving Mia behind.

"I'll see you at home dad," Mia said to her father with a smile.

"Keep him out of trouble."

"Of course." With that, Mia followed behind her twin, choosing to ignore the sight of the vending machine that they had knocked over earlier.

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Mia slides into the back seat of Roscoe with the help of Scott, who had been waiting for the twins. He had texted them a few minutes before with a specific request, get something of Lydia's so he can catch her scent.

"Hey Scooter," Mia greeted with a smile.

Stiles climbed into the Jeep, situated himself, and handed Scott Lydia's hospital gown.

"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked. Stiles nodded. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her, not again."

"Alright, just shove the thing in your face and find her," Stiles said as he turned on the engine, revealing Allison Argent.

The taller brunette walked around to the passenger side of the car.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked. "Someone's gonna see us."

"I don't care, she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do," Allison explained.

"I can find her before the cops can," Scott replied, and Mia noticed the look in Allison's eyes.

"How about before my father does?"

"He knows?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," Allison began, "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party."

"It's more like a hunting party."

Mia glanced between the couple before deciding to speak.

"I vote that we let Allison in the car so we can go and find Lydia," Mia spoke up, causing all eyes to turn to her. "We need to go."

Scott opened his door and helped Allison into the back seat, allowing the two girls to sit together.

"It's been a while," Mia commented with a small laugh.

"How's everything with him?" Allison whispered, purposely leaving Isaac's name out of her question.

"Pretty well," Mia whispered. "He's working tonight, so I'm not gonna see him until tomorrow."

The two girls hadn't noticed the way the boys were listening into their conversation, and remained that way until Stiles spoke up.

"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything, okay?" Allison replied. "All they say is, We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."

"What others?" Mia asked.

"I don't know, they won't tell me that either." Allison let out a frustrated sigh.

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on," Stiles commented. He then turned toward his best friend. "Scott, are we going the right way?"

Mia giggled at the sight of her best friend, who had his head hanging out the window as if he were a dog.

"Take the next right!"

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Mia sighed as she listened to Scott give Stiles directions. She just wanted to find Lydia and get home, but as the car pulled to a stop, Mia groaned.

"Why am I not surprised that we're here?"

She followed her twin toward the Hale House, and rolled her eyes at the couple standing behind her.

"She came here?" Stiles asked. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Scott replied, "this is where the scent leads."

The four teens shared a nervous look as they thought about what had happened just a few yards away. Mia knew that Allison was still upset about her aunt, even if the woman had turned out to be a psychopath.

"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?"

"I never took her here." Mia glanced at the Hale House and shuddered.

"Not with me," Allison chimed in. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek?"

"You mean, looking for an Alpha," Scott inferred.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

"Not all of them," Scott trailed off.

"Let's let them have some time." Stiles pulled his sister forward, knowing that although the girl was in a relationship, she still loved Scott.

He knew that she loved Scott, and that it hurt her to see the werewolf helplessly in love with Allison.

"Are you okay?" Stiles whispered.

"I'm fine," Mia replied with a false smile.

"How've you been since the dance?" Stiles whispered. "You seemed happy when we got home that night."

"He asked me to be his girlfriend," Mia mumbled, causing her twin's jaw to drop.

"He did what?"

"Asked me to be his, you know," Mia shrugged. She looked away from her brother, only to see a wire on the ground. "What's that?"

"Look at this," Stiles said as he walked closer to the wire. "You see this? I think it's a tripwire."

Mia knelt beside him and touched the wire, not daring to look at Allison who had moved next to her. The two girls watched Stiles carelessly pull the trip wire.

"Stiles," Scott called out.

"Yeah, buddy." The three teens near the trip wire turned around, only to see the werewolf suspended in the air by his ankle.

"Idiot," Mia mumbled. She stood up and walked over to her best friend, leaving her brother and Allison behind her.

"Next time you see a tripwire," Scott said, "don't trip it."

Mia listened to her brother walking toward her, and laughed when he accidentally tripped over his foot.

"Yeah, noted," Stiles replied sheepishly.

Mia reached into her the pocket of her jacket in search of something that could help, but all she could find was a candy wrapper.

"You good Scooter?" Mia whispered.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Scott quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Someone's coming! Hide!"

Mia looked toward Stiles and Allison, who were frozen in place.

"Go!"

Stiles grabbed both girls by the arms and pulled them out of sight. He ignored his sister's protests as they ducked behind a bush, which was large enough to hide them all from whoever else was in the woods.

Mia peeked over the top of the bush and saw something unfortunate.

"Is that your dad?" Mia gently nudged Allison's side. "And more hunters?"

She watched as Allison took a quick look at the clearing, only to let out a sigh.

"Yep."

"If he kills Scott, I'll kill him," Mia threatened.

"There's the Mia I know and love," Stiles says with a smile. "He's gone, let's go."

The three teens moved from their hiding spot and toward the clearing, where Scott was still suspended in the air.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked, pushing her way to be next to her boyfriend.

"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad." Scott let out a nervous laugh.

"Stiles, help me with this." Allison looked away from the teenage werewolf and toward a tree. She grabbed Stiles' wrist and the duo walked to the tree, leaving Mia with Scott.

Mia shook her head as she watched her best friend reach toward his ankle and cut the rope.

"Thanks," Scott began with a smile, "but I think I got it."

He wrapped his arm around Mia's shoulders, pulling the brunette close to him with a cheeky smile on his face. The younger Stilinski couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face, she had missed her best friend.

"Yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes before smiling at his sister.

Allison laughed, ignoring the pit in her stomach at the sight of Scott and Mia. She wasn't blind to the way Mia looked at Scott, or even the way Scott looked at Mia. Her heart felt heavy as she looked at the best friends, who seemed oblivious to their own feelings.

"Coming?" With that, the four teens walked toward the Hale House.

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"She ate the liver?" Scott asked.

Mia stood on her best friend's right side, knowing that it would help her get away quicker if she saw her boyfriend.

"No, I didn't say she ate it," Stiles scoffed, "I just said it was missing."

"Hate to break it to you Stiles, if it's missing, my money is on Lydia having eaten it," Mia spoke up. She watched Scott nod in agreement before sticking her tongue out at her twin.

"Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

"Relax Romeo," Mia teased. "Lydia's probably fine. At least it was a liver and not a heart."

"I never ate anyone's liver," Scott trailed off.

"Yeah, right. 'Cause, when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control."

Mia couldn't help but laugh at her brother's sarcastic tone.

"Actually, wait." Stiles stopped in place. "Hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.

"What do you mean?"

"What my wonder twin means is like, what was going through your mind when you were turning?" Mia explained. "What were you drawn to?"

Scott shrugged before replying.

"Allison."

Mia looked away from her best friend as she felt her phone buzz against her leg. She pulled the small device out of her pocket and smiled at the message.

FROM: Isaac

Meet me by your locker before practice

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"

"As much as I would love to hear you talk about your not so secret girlfriend, I've got to go."

"Where are you going?" Scott asked as his smile fell.

"To see someone," Mia winked, "I'll see you later."

With that, Mia ran off, leaving the boys behind.

"Where's she going?" Scott glanced at Stiles.

"Probably to see her boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"You missed a lot," Stiles sighed. "He's on the team with us."

"Who?"

"Lahey."

"Isaac?" Scott's voice was filled with disbelief. He knew that they liked each other, but didn't believe they would ever actually become a couple. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Maybe because you've been focusing on Allison."

"Why would that change anything?"

"You are so oblivious," Stiles mumbled. "Let's get to class."

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"Hey."

Mia smiled at the boy leaning against her locker.

"Hey Isaac," she greeted.

The curly haired boy shifted his weight so he was no longer leaning on the lockers, allowing Mia to open hers. The brunette looked at her boyfriend's face, and her jaw dropped.

"What happened?" She reached up toward his cheek, her thumb mere centimeters away from the bruise around his left eye.

"I hurt myself at work last night," Isaac mumbled.

"Did someone do this to you?" Mia's eyes were filled with fear. "Isaac, don't lie to me."

"I'm fine," Isaac lied, "it doesn't even hurt."

Mia decided to let it go, knowing that Isaac wouldn't lie to her.

"You ready for practice?"

Isaac's eyes widened in fear as he looked up at the clock, which showed that he had to be in the locker room in a few minutes.

"I hope so," he mumbled. "I've got to get there, so I'll see you in Harris' class."

Mia felt her cheeks flush as Isaac kissed her before running toward the locker room.

Once she couldn't see her boyfriend, Mia looked into her locker at her schedule and groaned.

"Why do I have to have English first?"

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Mia tapped her pen against the table, praying that today's quiz would be easier than the last one. She couldn't afford to fail a quiz, especially since Harris seemed to hate her more than he did before.

It wasn't like she went out of her way to agitate him, but she had no clue what made his hatred for her skyrocket past Coach's hatred for Greenburg.

Harris dropped the quiz papers on the table she shared with Isaac, taking extra time just to glare at the teenage girl.

Isaac placed his left hand on Mia's in hopes of calming her down, although the brunette seemed to only be giving into her temper.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski," Harris called out from the front of the room. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?"

"No, he can't," Mia whispered.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice," Harris began, "triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three o'clock for detention."

"Did you just threaten my brother?" Mia spoke up, ignoring Isaac's protests from beside her.

"I was hoping you would join us as well Miss Stilinski." Harris seemed all too happy with giving her detention. "Three o'clock. Don't be late."

Scott turned to face Mia, who simply glared at him.

"You too, Mr. McCall?"

"No, sir."

Mia scribbled down the answers for the pop quiz, silently cursing Harris and wishing that he would just disappear.

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The minutes couldn't pass any slower. There was a soft ticking as the seconds hand moved around the clock for its final rotation of the hour.

Ten seconds left, Mia thought, ten seconds until I'm free.

Nine.

Eight.

She could see Stiles tapping his foot against the floor.

Seven.

Six.

She couldn't help but wonder why Harris found joy in being a stick in the mud.

Five.

Why did detention have to last so long?

Four.

It was probably just to torture her.

Three.

I wonder what's for dinner tonight.

Two.

Mia tapped her foot against the floor.

One.

The twins shot out of their seats in unison, ready to just get out of their detention.

"Sit." Harris didn't bother looking up as he spoke.

"What? But, it's been an hour," Stiles protested.

"My detentions are an hour and a half."

"School policy is that detention is only an hour!" Mia protested. "You can't do that!"

"Oh," Harris began, "but I can."

The twins shared a nervous glance at their teacher's condescending tone.

"You see, Stiles, Mia, after your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make both of you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You two are going to benefit from the best that strict discipline has to offer." Harris explained. "Now sit down. Before I decide to keep you here all night."

Mia glared at her teacher as she sat down in her seat, silently praying that the man would burst into flames.

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Mia hopped out of Roscoe, her hand in Scott's as her feet touched the floor.

"Thanks Scooter."

Scott smiled in response, ignoring the look Stiles gave them.

"Why do you have dad's tie?" Mia asked in a confused voice.

"It's a funeral and his tie is nicer than mine," Stiles defended.

Mia glanced toward the rows of headstones that seemed to go on forever and sighed. She hadn't been to the cemetery in a few weeks, and knew what she needed to do.

"As much as I would love to stay and stalk Allison with you," Mia sighed, "I'm gonna go and get some fresh air."

"Be sure to keep your phone on in case I call you." Stiles quickly hugged his sister before whispering in her ear. "Tell her I miss her."

Mia quickly said goodbye to her best friend before turning on her heel and walking away from the two boys.

She could hear the commotion from the funeral, but chose to ignore it. She had no desire to listen to reporters or anyone associated with Kate Argent.

Mia pulled her hair into a ponytail as she passed row after row of headstones. It had been a while since she'd walked past the familiar names engraved in stone, and she frowned at the graves that were barren.

Some graves had flowers covering them and others had small signs, all ways for people to cope with their loss.

Her lips pulled into a frown as she turned right on the familiar row headstones and walked down the concrete path.

It had been too long since Mia passed the familiar tombstones.

Johnson was first, as always.

Then came Williams, followed by Garcia.

Morgan was the last Mia would walk by.

She stopped in front of a tombstone with her last name written across it in large letters.

STILINSKI

Mia's eyes moved down the tombstone to the seven letter name she would never forget.

Claudia

"Hey mom," Mia whispered. She sat down on the grass, not caring that her pants would be wet from the dew. "I know it's been a while, but life's been kinda hectic."

She tore her gaze from her mother's headstone and looked up to the sky.

"You wouldn't believe what's happened here since Christmas break ended," Mia began. "Scott was bitten by a werewolf, and now he's one."

The brunette chuckled at the thought about her best friend.

"We had to put up a fight to get rid of that werewolf, and Scott got a girlfriend." Mia sighed. "I was jealous of her, mom. Whenever I saw them together, I wanted to be her. I wanted Scott to look at me like that."

The brunette placed her hand on the grass, feeling the dew coat her fingers.

"I know he doesn't like me like that," Mia mumbled. "But you remember my friend Isaac?"

She took a minute, as if letting her mother respond.

"Turns out he likes me. We went on a date to the diner before the semifinal game." Mia felt a tear slide down her cheek. "He asked me to the winter formal, mom. You would like him."

The youngest Stilinski smiled at the thought of her boyfriend.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend at the dance," Mia whispered, "and he told me that he loves me."

She took a deep breath as she stared up at the sky.

"Stiles misses you." Mia reached forward and touched the granite headstone. "Dad won't say it, but he misses you too. I wish you were still here."

Mia let out a soft sob.

"I miss you so much mom," she cried. "I love you."

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Author's Note

Hey everyone!! THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF PART TWO!!!  I spent a few days writing and planning this chapter, and when I say I cried writing the ending, I cried. ALSO!! I posted a cute one shot in my one shot book, Stardust, which focuses on pre show Mia, Stiles and Scott!!  PLEASE go read it!  I hope you enjoyed the chapter.  What was your favorite part of the chapter? Let me know! Be sure to vote and comment!

- Daniella

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PUBLISHED: December 29, 2020

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