A/N:

I. Am. So. Excited.

I can't believe I'm actually posting this omg! I will rave on and on about how I'm grateful if anyone who's been reading since the beginning is still around to be honest, because you are amazing. But heads up, I've been writing Who We Are for a year and I'm just beginning to write the final chapters, so it may take a while to update because so much proofreading will be happening as I want to improve a lot of what I've written before. BUT ANYWAYS, IT'S HERE.

Two Days After Allison Argent's funeral.

Eva never thought she'd step foot willingly into Eichen House again, but she had to. She held the envelope that held every paper and document that proved Daniel was her twin brother. Adoption papers. Birth Certificate. It was a closed adoption, so neither his adoptive parents nor the foster system were made aware of who the biological parents were.

But Deaton knew.

It turned out that Deaton was the one who kept track of Daniel's moves from house to house – the one who visited him often when he was admitted into Eichen House. It turned out Daniel knew a lot more about himself than Eva had thought. He didn't know the nature of his family though, what he was, what she was, and Eva was almost sure she'd have to tell him.

Eva let her father walk into the main office as her gaze bounced off the walls almost frantically – there was still something off about this place. The goosebumps still rose on her skin whenever Eva inhaled, and it made her think that she might not have unraveled the mystery of this place just yet. But she didn't think about it. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to seem more casual as she looked over her atmosphere, before she tilted her head when her eyes met a pair of familiar green ones. Eva breathed in slowly, despite her lungs' refusal to expand, when the girl smiled at her, waving with hesitant, skinny digits in her direction.

Eva may have been in Eichen House for only a day, but she'd know that girl anywhere. The odd look about her, the slight insanity in her eyes, and of course her sullen face that held a paradox of sadness and innocence.

"She's a weird girl, Meredith."

Eva whirled around quickly, her eyes flickering upwards to find Daniel's hazel eyes staring intently down at her. She tried to push the lump that rose to her throat down as she struggled to form words, but instead quickly averted her eyes to the floorboards beneath her feet, "Um, yeah." She breathed out, pulling her brows into a frown.

"So," He attempted to break the ice, though the hesitance never showed in his voice, "Twin sister, huh?"

"Yeah…" Eva gushed out in a tired exhale as she peered up at him through a canopy of thick lashes, "Small world?"

"Very." He nodded once, "You're okay, right?" He asked, and Eva pulled her brows into a frown, "I'm okay?"

"Well, yeah, the reason they gave me up because you almost died. You're okay now, right? I get to not feel guilty about hating you for a while?" He explained, and quirked a brow. Eva's lips fell slack as she stared up at him, mostly astounded at his brashness. She eventually let her shoulders slump – what did she expect? A warm hug? "I'm okay." She rolled her shoulders into a shrug, pressing her lips into a measly smile.

"Don't look at me like that, then." He pointed out, "You don't know anything about me, and I obviously don't know anything about you except that you had taken part of some weird shit that happened in this place, and you owe me at least an explanation to that."

"You don't want to hear it." Eva shook her head almost too quickly, turning her gaze away - focusing on the stale ceiling, "Trust me."

"Given that I got tazered once, and punched another time because of you, I think the trust is still a work in progress." He muttered under his breath, and Eva winced at the memories. She ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth before she nodded slowly, "I guess I owe it to you. But can you at least give me…us the chance to be the family that you need?"

Daniel huffed - Eva wasn't sure whether that was a sound of consent or veto because when she tried to study his face to gauge off an answer, his eyes were completely elsewhere, staring at where James Davis stood with the manila file in his hands. The man stopped abruptly, as if his eyes were witnessing an odd incident. They flickered between her and Daniel, and for the first time Eva couldn't read the emotion in her father's eyes. She knew he'd come here already and talked to Daniel, took his 'consent' to take him back in. So it wasn't the first time her father had seen Daniel – but she could only imagine how it felt like to him to see both his children standing beside each other, in the same room, after eighteen years, and after losing his wife.

"Our mother's…" Daniel's tone was already solemn, he didn't even bother look at her but she sensed the question in his tone. Eva ground her molars together before she hummed once, & Daniel gave a curt nod as he trapped the inside of his cheek between his teeth and started making his way towards the exit. Eva exchanged a frown with her father before she turned to follow after Daniel quickly.

"It's just…" Eva huffed as she bounced on the tips of her toes, her hands curled into fists inside the gloves as she aimed her punches at the boxing bag, "I don't want him to know—I don't want him to become a part of this world."

"You don't really have a choice." Derek muttered as he held the boxing bag steady for her, "Keep your knees bent, and your feet planted on the ground. Don't give your opponent a chance to tip off your balance. You're strongest when you're on your feet."

Eva jerked her head in a rough nod as her eyes flickered down to her feet - however, she exhaled loudly, looking up at Derek, letting her arms fall at her sides, "I don't want to tell him."

Derek stared at Eva before he let out a loud sigh through his nose, "He was there when Cole had you cornered in the Eichen House basement, Eva. He's heard enough to tempt him to look for answers on his own. Don't you think it's safer if you told him the whole thing?"

Eva's eyes flickered to the ground, "I don't want to tell him about mom." She finally admitted and looked up at Derek again. Just the thought made her skin crawl. Derek lifted a brow as he watched her reaction before he stepped aside to let her have her way at the bag. Eva shook out her arms again before she channeled all her power into punching the hell out of that bag. Derek crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her before he finally stepped in to pull her back from the boxing bag.

"Did you try talking to Stiles about this?" He asked, and Eva looked up at Derek as she shook off the gloves, still somewhat seething "He's been staying at Scott's, since Isaac left with Argent." Eva labored to speak and pulled herself out of Derek's grasp, her eyes flickering to the ground.

Derek frowned before he stepped back, "Why did you ask me to teach you how to fight?"

Eva shook her head as if to show Derek how absurd his question was, "I told you. I want to have some muscle in me in case I can't use my powers."

"That's not it." Derek muttered, and Eva narrowed her eyes - could he really see right through her? "I heard your heart. You're lying. You lied the first time and I let it slide. No more lying or else no more of this."

Eva stared at Derek, holding his gaze in a contest until she realized he was being serious. With a defeated sigh she shook her head, "I want to be strong enough to use the power I have. I don't want to feel weak every time I do something. I want to be as physically strong as I am….druidly.." Eva whispered as she turned back to Derek.

Derek tilted his head and Eva exhaled loudly, reverting to the metaphor Deaton had used to explain this to her, "I'm like a balloon. A small one. And someone keeps blowing it with air, and with too much pressure it's going to pop. Unless the balloon starts to stretch as well." Eva explained, "I need to start coping with what I am and stop going against it."

Derek nodded slowly before he started, "Don't you have PSAT's next month?"

Eva was taken aback at the question but she nodded slowly, "Yeah, why?"

"Don't you think you should be focusing on that?" Derek offered. Eva's lips parted in search for answers, but instead she just blurted out in a frantic argument to convince Derek of her point of view, "I can't shake off the feeling that something bad is going to happen. And if that's true then we need to be ready. I need to be ready. To protect everyone. To protect myself."

"So no one has to protect you, like Allison did." Derek finally deduced, and Eva's eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. Derek quirked a brow, daring her to say anything otherwise. She took a deep breath and looked down, no words coming to her mind that could elaborate how she felt right now. This is usually where Stiles came in, reading her like the open book she usually was to him, but Stiles wasn't here.

Derek eventually sighed, "No more training."

Eva's gaze snapped up to his face in complaint as she shifted her weight to stomp her foot once, "What?! Why?"

"Because you need to be a teenager." Derek insisted. Eva stared at him, trying to stare him down – but who was she kidding really. With a huff she turned around and slumped on his couch, "You're getting softer, Hale." She muttered as she rummaged through her bag, and she heard Derek huff a small laugh. The muscles behind Eva's eyes ached from how hard she'd rolled them - Finally her fidgetting hands had grasped her phone. One text message from Stiles 3. Two missed calls from Dad.

Eva decided she'd call her father once she was in her car.d.

How's my Buffy doing today? Eva couldn't help the small laugh that left her lips. She quickly texted back, Done for the day. Giles decided I needed to stop slaying. Something about being a teenager.

He's right, you know. We need to focus more on us. Eva pursed her lips, unable to find it within herself to accommodate herself with the widely spread out opinion of what they should be doing. She looked up at Derek as he untangled the boxing bag off the chain, truly meaning his 'no training' command. "Where the hell is Peter anyways?" Eva asked, and Derek glanced over his shoulder at her before he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know where he is."

"Does he know Malia is his daughter?" Eva wondered out loud, knowing well that everyone else knew the new piece of information now – everyone except for Peter.

"I don't know." Derek muttered as he turned back to Eva, his eyes holding an emotion Eva was not familiar now, "How is Malia anyways?"

"I haven't really had the chance to talk to her. I check in with her father on the phone whenever I can and he says she's fine. She's supposed to go take a tour in the school next week." Eva mumbled, shaking her head slowly. "I don't know if she'll even take our help. I mean, sure we turned her back, but she didn't seem too happy about it."

"As your boyfriend mentioned, profusely, us Hales tend to take on a more violent side at the beginning," Derek started, before he pressed his lips into a small smile, "She'll come around."

"You didn't even officially meet her and you said 'us Hales.'" Eva whispered, blinking as she stared at the man almost in awe. Derek remained silent for a moment, contemplating his next words. "I've lost enough of my family to death, distance, and lunacy. Honestly, at this point, I'd welcome anyone with open arms." Eva smiled a bit as she got up and put on her jacket; part of her could understand, what with the Daniel situation. "She's lucky to have you as a cousin. Even if she doesn't know it yet."

Derek nodded once before he took a deep, "Now go away. Be a teenager." He ordered, waving his hand in her direction, and Eva poked her tongue out at him as she left. It was a quiet journey out of the building and to her car, all the while the hairs on the back of Eva's neck had risen on end – for some reason. She glanced back at the building as she climbed into her car and frowned. It has to be the amount of pleasant memories the place hoarded for her, Eva thought bitterly as she pushed the key into the ignition.

It was the moment of silence between the car's roaring to life and her finally rearing out of the parking lot that finally brought back the memory of Allison, again. Lately Eva used every distraction, holding onto each one with tooth and nail until she couldn't anymore. She felt her vision well up as she drove but she quickly blinked away her tears. Her hand reached out to turn on the radio. Any distraction would be better than being caught in this web of aftermaths Eva wasn't ready to deal with just yet.

She drove quietly, having completely forgotten about calling back her dad until she remembered. Eva reached out for the phone from the passenger seat and speed dialed her father's cell. Eva held the wheel with one hand as she held the phone to her ear, listening with divided attention to the dial tone. She frowned as she held the phone down to look down at it when the call went to voicemail, and decided to dial the apartment's number instead.

"Hello?" Daniel answered, and Eva lifted a brow in surprise.

"Daniel?" She questioned – she could have been mistaken after all.

"Twin sister." He acknowledged. "Your dad's worried about you. Where have you been?"

Eva chewed on the inside of her cheek before she answered quietly, "I'm driving home now. Why is he not answering his phone?" She asked first.

"He fell asleep." Daniel mumbled curtly, "I decided I should stay up…since you're out so late. Are you always out so late?"

Eva scowled as her eyes flickered down to the LED numbers on her dash, "I'm not that la-" Eva's eyes flickered up to the road again, before they widened when she saw a man's figure in the middle of the road, "Oh my god!" She quickly reacted, dropping her phone somewhere as her hands gripped the wheel, turning sharply around the suicidal person who decided to stand in the middle of the road.

That wasn't the end of it though.

She heard a loud explosion of rubber and realized one of her tires went out. Eva gripped the wheel with all her strength to hold the direction in place as she quickly eased her foot off the gas and down slowly on the breaks, having enough experience from books and shows to know that slamming her foot down on the breaks would only cause the car to turn over.

Once the car had stopped, she slumped back into the seat, her fingers combing through her hair as she grasped for each labored breath she took. Eva's eyes flickered to the side view mirror, but there was nothing on the road. She slowly willed herself to somehow solidify her joints and put her bones to use again. Eva got out of the car slowly and glanced back at the shredded tire, barely any remnants on the actual wheel.

Eva breathed out a relieved sigh, this could have been so much worse. Her eyes flickered across the dark road - the silence was eerie, except for the radio that was humming quietly, the music seeping through the open door to poison the silence and whither it away. She stepped closer to what remained of the wheel and knelt down in front of it – before she narrowed her eyes. "What the hell…" She whispered as she traced the pads of her fingers over the…the claw marks on the wheel.

She stood up quickly, whirling around as her wide eyes took in the sinister night that now bore its true colors. Eva almost headed for the open door to search for her phone and call someone to her aid, but she felt her whole body slam back against the car instead, a steel grip with sharp edges pressing into her skin – claws – around her neck. Eva flickered her eyes open to register the pair of frozen sapphires staring down at her in wrath.

"Peter." She acknowledged him hesitantly, emotions tearing at her from the inside. "What the hell do you want?" Eva demanded through her teeth, her voice almost below a whisper, not daring to move under the hold of his claws that could rip her throat out in any minute.

"I want the full information, little druid." Peter muttered as he narrowed his eyes, "I was kind enough to give you and your friends the time you needed to get rid of that little…ectoplasmic infection of yours, and kind enough to give you time to grieve." He rambled on to himself before his eyes found hers again and his grip on her neck tightened, "But now you need to tell me who exactly is my child." Peter whispered.

"Is that what you've been gone doing?" She taunted, narrowing her eyes, even though Eva was in no position to banter with words. "Searching for her."

"Ah," He lifted both brows in amusement, "It's a girl."

Eva closed her eyes and bit her tongue, before she locked her jaw and opened her eyes slowly. "Come on now. I'm not good at coaxing people." He growled as Eva felt the tips of claws break through her skin. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what's keeping you from talking." Peter explained, "But the amount of fragile people that you care about is increasing. It's really giving me a versatile plate and all I have to do is pick."

Eva's eyes flickered up to his as he spoke, and she knew Peter wasn't bluffing. He'd go as far as hurting someone to get a name, "I could start with your banshee friend." Peter whispered, "After all, the hunter's gone now, and Lydia has no one to play bodyguard with her anymore now, does she?"

Eva could have sworn her blood was boiling in her veins before she finally caved, not wanting to hear it. "Malia." She let out a strangled cough, finally leaning her weight against the car when Peter let go of her. She opened her eyes to look up at him, "Malia's your daughter." Eva muttered, "But she doesn't know, and you don't get to tell her." Eva countered quickly, "I will. She trusts me, for some reason. I'll tell her." Eva muttered as she met Peter's gaze. She wasn't entirely lying – it truly was the plan to eventually tell Malia, she just didn't plan on doing it so soon.

For a fraction of a second, Eva could have sworn she'd seen the same vulnerability on Peter's face she saw, well Julia saw, when she was trying sacrificing Derek. But that didn't faze her. Eva stood up straight slowly just as Peter regained his sickeningly confident expression, "Well then." He muttered as he retracted his claws, "That was a nice talk we had here."

Peter turned to leave, but Eva quickly called out, "Peter," She met his eyes before she took a deep breath, "You owe me." She whispered, and Peter's lips tugged into a victorious smile, "Now you're learning." He finished off as he turned and disappeared into the night.

Eva blinked slowly before she staggered towards the open driver's seat and slumped onto the seat, her feet dangling out of the car. She almost jumped when her phone began ringing, glancing over her shoulder to glimpse the flashing screen underneath the passenger seat. She leaned over to pick it up and frowned when she saw her father's number on the screen. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before she picked up, "Hello?" – She still sounded like she'd been choked.

"Thank god you're alive. Do you know how awkward it would have been to tell your father you died because you were talking with me on the phone while driving?" Daniel's voice erupted through the phone in angry whispers, and Eva sighed heavily before she breathed out a weak laugh. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing." Eva muttered as she closed her eyes and lifted her feet to rest them against the edge of the car's entrance. She ran her fingers through her hair once, peering through tired eyes at the atmosphere around her.

"What happened anyways?" He asked, and she could hear shuffling in the background.

"The tire blew out. I must have forgotten to change it." Eva explained quietly. "Then who were you talking to?" Eva sat up all too suddenly, straining her back, "Who's Peter?"

"You heard that?" Eva frowned, "I heard half of it until the line went out in the middle." Daniel answered, "You know what, just tell me where you are and I'll pick you up."

Eva was surprised at Daniel's offer "You're sure? I can just call Stiles." She mumbled, then asked uncertainly, "Can you drive?"

"I told you." He muttered into the phone, "You don't know anything about me. And don't mistake this for caring, but part of me doesn't find it at all funny for your father find a child and lose another one, so. I might have been a foster kid, but I have a heart." Daniel explained into the phone, and Eva felt herself smile a bit, "I didn't ask for all of that explanation, you know." She pointed out teasingly.

"Don't push it, twin." He breathed out, "Now tell me how the hell to work this GPS so I can find you."

Eva guided him through and eventually hung up because she didn't want him to talk while driving as well, and she tucked herself into the car as she waited for her brother to pick her up – the thought still much of an anomaly to her.