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World of Chances

Chapter 01: Together

"I think I've worked it out," Stiles ran a hand over his face as he looked at Scott while the two teenagers sat in his bedroom.

"Worked what out?" Scott questioned yawning as he looked back at Stiles and saw the near triumphant look on his face.

"Why sourwolf turns up in my room," Stiles answered, with a grin before he continued. "This hasn't always been my room...it was Em's before she left,"

"You think Derek, as in Derek Hale looks for your older sister?" Scott raised his eyebrow at him, neither teen realising that Emilia Stilinski was standing outside under the window listening with Derek.

Emilia looked at Derek and smiled, she knew what he'd been doing – they had both been waiting for him to work it out. He'd worked out part of why Derek had done it, the first time had been a pure accident. Derek wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"You going to tell your dad the reason you came home?" Derek's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"I can't, how do you tell your father what happened to you..." Emilia muttered, linking their fingers together as she rested her head against his shoulder. "He'll want to...you know,"

"Hey, I still want to even though I know you took care of it, it didn't change the colour of your eyes," Derek told her quietly, as they both looked up and saw Scott and Stiles staring out the window at them. "You might want to tell Stiles,"

"No, he'll be in the same boat as pops," Emilia hissed before waving up at Stiles and Scott before returning her attention to Derek while they listened to what Scott was telling Stiles.

Stiles turned to Scott away from the window and poked him accusingly wondering when he had planned on telling him they were outside the window. Scott looked at Stiles and then glanced out the window again, almost wishing that Peter hadn't bitten him. Stiles prodded Scott again before he spoke.

"What are they saying? Why is my sister even talking to the murderer?" Stiles hissed, causing Emilia to look at Derek and raise her eyebrow at him.

"He said something about telling your dad why she came home," Scott said listening for any more details that the older Stilinski would give. "Stiles, I think something bad happened to her,"

"Bad how? What did she say?" Stiles tapped his foot on the floor impatiently as he looked at Scott and then towards the window. "Did he do something to her?"

"No, but something about the colour of her eyes...Stiles I think she's..."

Stiles and Scott looked out the window and noticed that Derek and Emilia had moved and were no longer outside. They did notice that the Camaro was still parked outside which had them both wondering where the hell Derek and Emilia had gone. Stiles opened his bedroom door and looked down the hall way almost jumping when he heard the fridge open and shut.

"Em? Is that you?" there was Sheriff Noah Stilinski's voice (better known as pops/dad), Stiles looked down the opposite end of the hallway and saw their father emerging from the bedroom.

"Yeah pops it's me," Emilia called back, glancing at Derek and smiling at him, she could handle her father. "Can we talk?" A second later and Noah was sliding on his slippers and padding down the hall and the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Always," Noah said pulling his oldest child into his arms before his eyes settled on Derek and he realised that he was in his house. "What's he doing here?"

"Dad, he's been my friend since we were in diapers," Emilia answered, even if it wasn't exactly the answer that her dad wanted. "Stiles, I know you and Scott are there you may as well come in," minutes later and the two teenagers were tumbling into the kitchen.

"Em! When did you get home?" Stiles questioned straightening himself up and pulling Scott up with him.

"Couple of days ago...been staying at a hotel," Emilia said, she couldn't exactly say that she'd been staying with Derek since Derek didn't technically have a home as far as they knew.

"More importantly why are you home?" Noah asked, his eyes not moving from Derek and the way that the man was looking at his daughter.

"Well...something happened...I was attacked," Emilia took a deep breath, she didn't know how to tell them what had happened. It had been hard enough telling Derek the night she'd arrived.

"Attacked?! Attacked how?" Noah looked at Emilia and then at Derek his eyes narrowing as he did so.

"Dad! It wasn't Derek. He wouldn't hurt me not in a million years,"

Emilia stood in front of Derek, and grasped his hand from behind as he squeezed it. Stiles and Scott exchanged a very confused expressions wondering what was happening. Emilia smiled at Stiles, and he could have sworn that the sparkle she had when he was a kid was gone.

"Scott, it might be time for you to go home now," Noah said looking to Emilia and then at Stiles and back again. "You too Hale,"

"I'll..." Stiles started to say before he was glared at by Emilia. "Or not, see you at school," Scott nodded but didn't move until Derek grabbed his arm and gave him a yank and Emilia's hand a tight squeeze before they were out the door.

"Stay Der," Emilia's voice was barely above a whisper she didn't want her father or brother knowing what she knew.

"Not going anywhere," Derek answered, leaning against the Camaro as he watched Scott look at him and then at the house.

"Emilia, what happened?" Noah questioned, taking a deep breath as he looked at his oldest child before he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs.

Emilia took a deep breath before she spoke. "I know I said I was attacked...but I was raped by one of the platoon members, and physically assaulted twice," Emilia spoke quickly as she looked between her father and brother. Stiles blinked, now he knew where he learnt his fast talking and it wasn't just his ADHD. "He was court-marshalled, and I decided that it was time for me to leave,"

"I'll kill the bastard," Noah said as his arms found their way around her and then Stiles was joining in.

Outside Derek was watching Scott, who had been listening to the exchange and his eyebrow rose as he listened to Emilia's heartbeat. Derek smirked, he knew that the teenager was picking up on something that he couldn't quite work out what it was. Scott looked at Derek and then back at the house before he was standing in front of the older man.

"What did you mean when you said her eyes hadn't changed?" Scott questioned, his arms crossed in front of his body as he listened again and heard something that shouldn't have been there.

"Not my place to say. Now tell me what you're hearing and sensing?" Derek answered, folding his arms across his own chest and looking past the teenager towards the house. "Calm down Em,"

"Her heartbeat is going crazy, but there's something else," Scott said as he heard an even fainter heartbeat that was almost like a flutter.

"What else?" Derek questioned as he heard Emilia saying that she was trying to calm down but finding it hard.

"A second heartbeat..." Scott trailed off watching as Derek nodded he knew what the younger werewolf had just picked up on. "Do they know? Does she know?"

"What do you think?" Derek answered, not moving from the car until he saw Emilia walking towards them with Stiles following close behind her.

"Em! Wait!" Stiles practically threw himself at his sister wrapping his arms and legs around the older girl.

"Stiles get off me," Emilia muttered, looking up at Derek near helplessly as they tumbled to the ground. Derek smiled at Emilia and nodded she could push him off if she really wanted. "I did warn you," Emilia pushed off the ground causing Stiles to tumble into a heap.

"How?" Stiles questioned sitting on the ground looking up at Emilia and Derek. Scott was looking almost cautiously at the older girl.

Emilia dusted herself off and looked at Stiles before she closed her eyes and opened them again. Stiles scrambled backwards, while Scott took a step back and looked between Derek and Emilia. Derek rolled his eyes, he hadn't been the one to bite her. Emilia's eyes glowed golden before fading back to hazel.

"When?" Stiles questioned standing up, as he watched Emilia step closer to Derek.

"Long time ago," Emilia answered taking a deep breath, it was just another subject that she didn't want to talk about in the front yard.

"How long?" Stiles prodded, before he wrapped his arms around his sister and rested his head against her shoulder. "And you don't have do to it alone,"

"Stiles, I'm never alone," Emilia smiled planting a kiss on the side of his head. "However if you want continue this conversation I'll meet you after school tomorrow,"

Stiles looked cautiously at his sister before he spoke again. "Hales been climbing in my bedroom window,"

"And?" Emilia raised her eyebrow that was nothing new from her memory.

"I think I know why," Stiles stated triumphantly looking between Stiles and Emilia as he spoke.

"It was Em's room before it was yours," Derek shrugged still leaning against the Camaro.

"Der used to join me all the time," Emilia said, as she removed Stiles' arms from around her and stepped closer to Derek again.

"WHAT!" Stiles exclaimed this time both Emilia and Derek burst out laughing, they couldn't help it.

"Not like that you idiot, Derek's been my best-friend since I was in diapers," Emilia said once she had managed to calm herself down. "Remember the story about the girl who ran with the wolves?"