AN: Welcome to "Destroyed", the three part conclusion to the Drowned Saga! Here we jump ahead four years since the events of "Followed". Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira are 22 and either already have or are about to graduate from college and Arielle, now 21, is finishing up her third year at a special school in Georgia. Lydia is married to a certain handsome deputy and the pack is finally coming back together.

I can't wait to share this story with you guys!

PHASE 1

"Congratulations to this year's graduating class!"

It was always a sound heard across the country on this hot summer's day in the middle of May or early June. Graduations caps were being thrown into the air, friends and family were giving out hugs and expressions of congratulations all while parents had their cameras out, ready to take pictures of their special college graduates.

"Would you both just hold still!?" Sheriff Stilinski asked for, what felt like, the thousandth time as his son was getting into a pose with his best friend, "Come on, guys! Just let me take the picture."

"Look at you!" Scott said excitedly, patting his best friend on the back.

"And look at you, man!" Stiles replied just as enthusiastically, recalling the day before when Scott graduated from his own school.

"What are we gonna do now?" Scott asked.

"Anything we want!" Stiles answered.

"Not yet!" the sheriff argued, "You will do nothing until you stop moving and smile for the damn picture!"

Stiles and Scott both straightened up and stopped moving. "Sorry, dad," Stiles muttered.

They smiled for the picture, the camera flashed, and the Sheriff sighed with relief. Later that afternoon, the Sheriff mentioned that he wanted to take Scott and Stiles out to lunch after the ceremony, just the three of them. It didn't seem like a bad idea at all, in fact, Stiles was more excited for the lunch than the actual ceremony. When they sat down in the diner back in the heart of Beacon Hills, the Sheriff got real quiet real fast before beginning his whole speech.

"So," he began, "Now that both of you have graduated, I have a proposition for you guys…" Both Stiles and Scott suddenly grew very quiet and still, "Rafael and I have seen a lot of grief come through Beacon Hills, a lot of it caused by… the you-know-what. Now that most of the town and the entire Sheriff's Department knows about… the you-know-what, we came up with a plan to protect the town, but it's only gonna work if we have you on board."

Stiles and Scott hadn't worried about supernatural problems in Beacon Hills since they left for school. It was like all the problems in the world had just melted away while they were trapped in their respective college bubbles. They didn't expect for the real world, or the supernatural world, to catch up to them so quickly once the fun fantasy of college was over.

"It's called the Beacon Hills Supernatural Criminal Investigative Service," the sheriff continued, "We refer to it as the SCIS. Scott, you will be our first executive special agent. Stiles, you'll be a senior detective. Both jobs seem quite appropriate for the two of you. This way, you can operate without interference from the Sheriff's Department, and it'll be a nice job for you to have after college. It also comes with housing in two of the warehouse lofts. It's a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me. Plus, Deaton's gonna be running the whole operation as the first Director of SCIS."

"Is this for just us?" Stiles asked, "Or when you say "you guys" do you mean the pack?"

The Sheriff nodded, "I mean your pack. Jordan's already got Lydia on board as a detective. She'll be your partner, Stiles."

Stiles couldn't argue with that.

"What about Kira?" Scott asked.

"I asked her last week," the sheriff answered, "She said yes in a heartbeat."

"That's perfect," Scott laughed, then looked at Stiles from his peripheral before asking the next question. He knew he had to tread lightly. "And Arielle?"

The air was dead as soon as Stiles turned his head to look at Scott. His lip almost trembled. His hands were getting cold. His heart was racing. 3 years, he thought.

Even though it was Scott's question, he answered it looking directly at his distraught son. "She accepted the job offer… she's coming back to Beacon Hills."

It started ringing in his ear once again. The last words he ever said to her. The last time he actually fought for her. He never wanted to remember it. In fact, he swore that he would try to forget, so he shoved that memory to the back of his mind, convincing himself that he had completely forgotten, but his father brought the memory back.

"A-Arielle…" Stiles heard his own voicemail whisper back like an old movie reel. He could hear the sound of his own broken voice and quickened breathing, "I know this is, like, the five hundredth time I've called you and like the four hundredth voicemail I've left… but I miss you, it it wasn't already obvious. To be perfectly honest with you, I'm still not exactly sure how things ended up this way. I don't know if it's because you're afraid of what might happen between us or if you'd rather save yourself the heartbreak… but I wanted to give us a chance. In fact, I still wanna give us a chance. But if you don't… then I guess I can't do anything about it…" He heard the sound of a deep and broken breath, which sounded like he was trying not to cry, "Just please take care of yourself… don't do anything stupid and protect yourself like always… I know you're gonna be great at whatever you end up doing. I wanted to be a part of that, but if you'd rather do it on your own, then I respect that decision. You should just know that as hard as I'll try to forget you and what we had… I don't think I'll ever be able to… Goodbye, Arielle…"

The message relayed over and over in his head, remembering that as the time he actually gave up, even though he swore he never would at the time. After he left that voicemail, he never spoke a word about her or to her for the last 3 years. Now she was coming back. What was he going to say to her? How was he going to react? Would he be able to keep it cool or would he just turn into an anxious emotional mess? How does she feel about it? Does she want to be friends? or is she finally willing to try things again now that school and stuff was out of the way?

"Dude," Scott said, snapping in front of Stiles's face before he started the car.

Stiles jumped in his own skin and with wide eyes, he turned to his best friend. "Yeah?"

"I asked you if you were okay with this," Scott repeated, placing his hands on the wheel and his foot on the gas as he pulled away from the diner to go to the warehouse with the directions the Sheriff gave him, "With Arielle coming back and everything."

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Oh you know, it's just me seeing my ex-girlfriend for the first time in three years after she crushed my heart into a billion pieces. I'll be fine."

Scott frowned, "Well she's not getting here till tomorrow, so you have time to process it."

"Tomorrow?" Stiles asked anxiously, "That soon, huh?"

"Relax," Scott assured him, patting his shoulder, "It'll be nice to have the pack together again, doing what we do best; saving people's lives. We're all just gonna be civil and work together like we always have."

"I'm not sure how civil this'll be," Stiles argued, "Like I'm pretty sure Arielle never wants to see me again."

"You don't know that."

"Why? Has she ever talked to you about me?"

He paused. "No, but we don't know what's been going through her mind right now… maybe she wants a fresh start."

"Or maybe she's gonna take one look at me and run the other way," Stiles suggested, "She might even avoid making eye contact with me the entire time."

"Stiles… it's been three years. You've both had some time. Besides, you're not even gonna see her today. We're just seeing Kira, Lydia, and Jordan."

Stiles cringed and shook his head. "Jordan… do we have to call him that?"

"Stiles-."

"I know they're married and all, but do we have to call him Jordan? Can't I at least still call him deputy? Jordan is just weird to me."

"He insisted," Scott explained, "and he's Lydia's husband, someone we're pretty close with. Don't you think it'd be weird if we still called him by the formal title we called him in high school?"

Stiles shuddered. "Whatever. It was her choice to marry someone seven years older than her. I'll just keep calling him Deputy as like a funny nickname. I'm a funny guy so they'll totally buy it."

"Sure," Scott said with a validating nod of his head.

They pulled up to the parking lot of a rather large one story building with large windows that were grayed with time. They remembered that building as the old warehouse at the edge of the town that everyone was too scared to approach. Now it had looked completely refurbished. Jordan Parrish stood next to Lydia, hand-in-hand, while Kira was bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. Scott quickly tore the key out of the ignition and ran to Kira, not bothering to close his car door.

He picked her up in his strong arms and spun her around, this being one of the first time he's seen her in weeks.

"Congratulations," he whispered with a grin.

Kira smiled and kissed him, pulling him close to her as Jordan and Lydia watched, both awkwardly and sweetly. Stiles approached them, after frustratingly closing both his door and Scott's.

"Parrish," Stiles nodded, "Mrs. Parrish."

Lydia shivered, "Easy. I'm still getting used to that one."

Jordan grinned and shook hands with Stiles. "It's good to see you guys."

"Good to be back," Stiles nodded.

Jordan motioned towards the glass door of the building, which had letters that said S.C.I.S. on it.

"Shall we head inside?" Jordan offered.

The group entered through the door, Lydia and Jordan holding hands and Scott and Kira not leaving each other's side. That just left Stiles walking by himself. That definitely didn't feel good, especially considering what was coming in the VERY near future.

They walked straight into a carpeted room with desks lined up all against the wall and a flat screen monitor against one of the gates in the middle of the room which surrounded the staircase that lead downstairs.

"Welcome to S.C.I.S.," Jordan announced, "This is the main level office with desks for our three Field Agents. Equipped with computers, filing cabinets, and storage space for your weapons."

Jordan lead them down the stairs to a hallway with two doors on either side. "On your left, there's the detectives room." He winked at Lydia, who blushed back at her husband. "On the other side is the fully stocked interrogation room."

Another floor down was the morgue, where Deaton would be working. The very bottom floor, deep underground, would be the holding unit where they would keep potentially dangerous suspects. Outside, Jordan showed them the training field where Agents could keep up with their physical training, equipped with mats, targets, and punching bags. But the best part of the building was the plaque that rested next to the glass door.

The gold letters read "in loving memory: Allison Argent". It didn't feel like that long ago when Allison died, but it was only shortly after the disease left town when she crossed the street without looking and got hit by a car. Isaac was so distraught with guilt that he fled and left nothing but a note behind. Stiles knew that dedication would be something that Arielle, especially, would really like. Lydia just stared at it smiling as she leaned on her husband's shoulder.

Shortly after they finished looking at the building and setting up, they were to move into their apartments, which were only 5 minutes away from their office building. The building had two loft apartments per floor. On the 5th floor, there were two doors across from each other. The one of the left from the elevator belonged to Stiles. The one on the right of the elevator belonged to Scott and Kira; their first place together.

Of course both of them knew that they'd move in together eventually. It was one of the things they looked forward to the most when they skyped every weekend while at college. Kira was worried, since she had seen one too many TV episodes where couples break up the first year apart, but Scott was determined to prove her wrong. With constant communication, weekend skype dates, and constant visits, they actually managed to make it work, which surprised everyone. Much to Scott's surprise, there were really no other temptations to make him stray from Kira. His heart belonged to her. The same could be said for Stiles, although he secretly wished that wasn't how it happened. He had his fair share of flirtatious stare downs, but nothing more past that. He just couldn't bring himself to follow through even though he knew he should have fought harder.

It was fairly easy for Stiles to move into his own place. It was much more of a task to move Scott and Kira into the same place. They were both too humble to admit what they really wanted. It took Lydia's constantly prying and top notch organization skills in order for anything to actually get done. Jordan just sat back and laughed with pleasure as he watched his wonderful wife do her thing.

"Really!?" Lydia shouted, "You guys can't decide where to put the fucking lamp!?"

Jordan laid back against the wall next to the door as Stiles walked in.

"Was she like this when you guys moved in together?" Stiles asked.

"No way," Jordan shook his head, "I know who I married. I know better than to get in the way. All I had to do was answer her questions and let her work her magic. You guys should come over for dinner one night and see the house. It's really quite something."

"God, we're those weird adults who meet up for dinner and drink wine, aren't we?" Stiles panicked.

"If you'd rather we kick back with a beer and watch football, then I'm good with that too," Jordan teased.

"That is if I knew something about football," Stiles shrugged, "Hey, you like the Mets?"
From outside the door, the elevator opened and chimed as a pair of legs stepped out with two large boxes in her arms.

"Hey Scott!"

Scott could hear the voice and he turned around sharply, his face filled with panic and shock.

"No, no, no," Scott whispered.

"What's wrong?" Kira asked.

"Did you invite her?" Scott asked, grabbing Kira's arm in fright.

"Well yeah," Kira said, "I thought we could use the extra hands. She is one of the strongest out of all of us anyway."

The woman who entered the apartment placed the boxes down on the ground with a thud and pat the top of it with her hand proudly, then fixing her newly red velvet highlighted black hair.

"Where do you want me to put these…"

Arielle trailed off when she caught sight of the one person she wanted to never see ever again. Her body tingled. Her jaw tightened. Her body pulsed.

"Arielle…" Stiles muttered.

Without even thinking twice, Arielle looked at her brother, who was rushing down the stairs of the loft with worry and panic in his eyes. Arielle frowned and scoffed, immediately exiting the room and pushing the down button on the elevator several times. This wasn't going to happen. Arielle was not going to have this conversation or deal with this problem. Not today.

"Arielle wait!" Scott shouted, running out the door and to his sister's side, "Can we talk about this?"

"Are you serious!?" Arielle yelled, "Both of you! You both knew I don't want to see him and yet you deliberately invited me here."

"We can work this out," Scott calmed her, "We can all sit down and talk and be civil-."

"I don't want to see him, Scott," Arielle hissed, "I never want to see him again!"

The doors to the elevator opened and Arielle marched inside, hitting the lobby button, then the close button. By now, Stiles, Jordan, Lydia, and Kira were all standing in the doorway, all concerned for the well-being of their friend whose sister just yelled at him even though they haven't seen each other in three years.

"That bad, huh?" Jordan remarked.

Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and Kira all nodded. "Worse."

AN: This is the last author's note I'll be giving for a while, since I'd rather just get to the story whenever I update, BUT this is one of few requests to PLEASE leave reviews and favorite and follow the story. I have so much more motivation to keep writing when you guys respond and give me feedback.

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