CH 2 - 2011
Eleven years later and Stiles and Isabella had lost their mother, and Isabella found herself looking after Stiles more than when she was a teenager. Scott was often at the house helping to keep Stiles calm and pre-occupied when ever Isabella had to go out. Stiles was talking more, almost to the point of not being able to be quiet. Granted he was only talking to Scott, Isabella and Noah and on the odd occasion his teachers at the school he'd been attending since he was 7.
"Hey Scott, can you keep an eye on Stiles? I need to run out," Isabella questioned, looking at the now seventeen year old teen as she stopped in the door way of Stiles room before she walked in. "Hey buddy," Isabella gently put her hand on Stiles shoulder as he was focused on tearing a piece of paper to shreds.
"Hi," Stiles didn't look up from the paper and continued to shred it to pieces until only a fraction was left which he then rubbed between his fingers.
"Scott's going to hang out with you a little longer, okay? I have to go out but I'll bring you back something," Isabella said quietly, causing Stiles to look at her with the same eyes full of wonder. "I'll be back before the storm hits, I promise," she added as she glanced out the window and saw the big black storm clouds rolling in.
"We'll be good, won't we Stiles?" Scott said offering up a smile to Isabella before he quietly added. "Happy twenty-fourth birthday,"
"Thanks Scott," Isabelle smiled at him before she found Stiles' arms wrapped firmly around her neck in a hug. "Thank you Stiles,"
"Birthday," was all Stiles said, causing Isabella to smile a little wider at him.
"That's right, I'll be back soon okay?" Stiles nodded but hugged Isabella tighter not wanting her to go, "You can't come with me, but we'll do something fun tomorrow," Stiles held up his hand with his thumb, index finger and pinky finger out while his ring and middle finger were down. Isabella responded with the same symbol. "I love you, too,"
Stiles slowly let go of Isabella and returned to the paper that he was holding and started rubbing it between his fingers so Isabella motioned for Scott to follow her for a moment. Scott followed Isabella to the kitchen where she'd left a container of sausages, one of cheese and one of animal crackers. Scott knew that they were some f the only foods that his friend would eat. Isabella walked out the front door and smiled when she saw the familiar black Camaro pulling up.
"Hey you," she smiled as Derek Hale climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side opening the door for her.
"Hey," Derek smiled back at, closing the door after she had climbed in. "Happy Birthday," Derek leant over and kissed her on the cheek after he'd gotten in and shut the door. "What did you tell your old man?"
"Not a damn thing, he's not home," Isabella answered pausing before she continued. "Scott's looking after Stiles,"
"Scott?" Derek raised an eyebrow as he started the car and headed towards the bowling alley.
"Yeah, they met in the sand box ten years ago," Isabella replied thinking back to the day that Melissa had scolded Scott for going to sand in her bag. "Same day that Cora bowled me over when I stood up,"
"You know she only did that so I'd talk to you, right?" Derek laughed, Isabella had been one of the few girls that Derek had actually talked to during high-school. "I swear she didn't realise that we were in the same grade,"
"Yeah, but Cora's weird," Isabella smirked, Derek's little sister was bright little spark but Isabella had affectionately decided that she was weird. "How's Isaac fitting in?"
"He had a nightmare last night when I went to bed...he was hiding in the corner of the room," Derek answered as they continued to drive and eventually pulled up outside the bowling alley. "He won't talk about it though...he's effectively gone mute,"
Isabelle and Derek sat in the parking lot before eventually deciding not to go inside and headed towards the preserve instead. Once they were at the preserve they sat in the car for a couple of minutes before getting out and walking to the look out. Derek's parents had taken Isaac Lahey in after it was discovered that the teen was being both mentally and physically abused.
"Dad's doing a double shift tonight if you wanted to stay?" Isabella said turning to Derek as they sat on one of the rocks looking out over the city. "We can get Isaac too if you want?"
"Always," Derek smiled wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "You know, mom loves you,"
"And what about you?" Isabella smirked as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Do you?"
"Thought that was pretty damn obvious," Derek laughed, planting a kiss on her nose. "You know I love you,"
Back at the Stilinski's, Scott was sitting cross-legged on Stiles bed watching as his friend picked up piece of paper after piece of paper and pulled it at apart before rubbing what was left between his fingers. After a few minutes Stiles stood up and walked over to Scott his empty bottle of water in his hand and held it out to him. It took Scott longer than he'd liked to admit to realise that Stiles wanted more water and wanted Scott to do it for him.
Scott unfolded his legs from underneath him and stood up before finding that Stiles had grabbed hold of his hand. "Oh, you want some more water?" Scott questioned, Stiles nodded and pulled him towards the kitchen.
Stiles stopped walking right as they got to the kitchen, as though he wasn't allowed in. Scott didn't push him and simply walked over to the sink uncapping the drink bottle and filling it up again. When he turned around Stiles had moved and was standing staring at the sausages, the lid slightly off indicating that he'd opened it.
"You hungry?" Scott held out the drink bottle and glanced down at his friends hand and noticed him gripping onto the sausage. Stiles nodded taking the drink bottle in his free hand and sitting on one of the stools at the counter. "How about I put some sausages and cheese on a plate for you?"
"Okay," the kitchen was one of the only places that Stiles wasn't allowed in by himself. "Isabella?" now Scott was in trouble he didn't know what to tell him.
"Isabella will be back soon," Scott answered as he took a plate from the cupboard and put it in front of Stiles before putting some sausages and cheese on it. Stiles didn't acknowledge what Scott said, and if he did he was too busy picking at the sausage.
"Tony Stark's new assistant is Natalie Rushman," Stiles said before he took a bite of the sausage, chewed it before he continued. "But she's really Natasha...Roma..." Stiles stuttered over what to say, looking at Scott with pleading eyes.
Scott smiled at him before he finished the sentence. "Romanoff," if it was one thing he was certain of all the times that he'd heard Stiles talking about the last Iron Man movie he could help.
"She's Black Widow," Stiles added proudly a smile evident on his face before he went back to eating what was in front of him.
After Stiles was finished eating, or eating what he felt like eating Scott took him into the living room and put something on that he knew that would keep Stiles' mind off the incoming storm. As they were watching one of the Star Wars movies that Stiles owned, Scott tuned out when he heard a rumble of thunder right as the camaro turned up. Scott muttered a word of thanks as the front door opened and Isabella, Derek and Isaac stepped through all soaked to the bone. Derek didn't have an umbrella in his car which Isabella said was ridiculous.
"Der, you really need to start keeping an umbrella in your car," Isabella said turning to Derek before she looked at Isaac and spoke again. "Don't you agree Isaac?" Isaac nodded, but didn't say anything his eyes darting around the room before they settled on Scott. "Hey Scott, do you think you can maybe grab some towels?"
"What? I've never been stuck in a damn downpour," Derek huffed, his hands resting on his hips as Scott disappeared down the hall to before returning with towels.
"Hey Buddy, Thanks Scott," Isabella said, as Stiles attention was on her after hearing her talking but not to him. "Do you remember Derek and Isaac?" Stiles nodded before his attention returned to the movie. "Come on you two, I'll grab you some clothes." Scott handed the towels to Derek and Isaac after Isabella took hers and the two followed her towards her room.
"How do you even have clothes for us?" Derek asked, seemingly forgetting the times he'd stay and leave something behind having to climb out the window when her father got home.
"Uh, all the times you used to leave something behind," Isabella laughed, tossing some clothes at both of them. "I have one of Isaac's lacrosse jersey's too from when he leant it to Stiles a couple of weeks back,"
Isabella walked across the hall to the bathroom shutting her bedroom door and the bathroom door behind her changing quickly and tossing her wet clothes into the hamper. When she re-emerged Derek and Isaac were both standing holding their wet clothes. Isabella rolled her eyes and motioned for them to follow her and they'd put them in the dryer.
"I still don't get why you didn't grab clothes if you're staying the night," Isabella shrugged, they'd grabbed pyjama's and left them in the car in the rush to get inside. "Stick them in for forty-five minutes,"
"Hey Iz, he just realised it's storming," Scott said almost the second that Isabella walked back into the living room to see Stiles rocking back and forth doing the sign for scared and thrusting both his hands in front of his body.
Isabella sat on the lounge and held her arms out before she spoke quietly to Stiles. "Come here buddy," she smiled at him and waited watching to see what he would do. Stiles slowly but surely made his way into Isabella's arms getting as close as he could before he pulled her arms around him. "Shh, it's alright," Isabella whispered her arms firmly around Stiles as she spoke.
"They really get to him huh?" Scott asked, sitting down beside them but close enough that he wasn't invading Stiles' space.
"Yeah, they have since he was little even before you met him," Isabella said as Stiles jumped and clung tighter to her. "Hey Der, come sit here," Isabella motioned with her head to the other side of the lounge.
"You sure?" Derek raised his eyebrow as Isaac stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Yeah, it'll be fine. He'll let you know if it's not," Isabella answered, before she looked to Isaac and spoke again. "Isaac, it's alright to sit down," she smiled as both Derek and Isaac moved to sit down, Derek sat beside her while Isaac sat in the single sofa chair.