Formality/My Invitation

Allison breezed through Stiles' bedroom twenty minutes later. "I got pulled over by your dad on the way here." She said absently. Stiles looked at her for a moment before he closed the door.

Keeva was still sitting, still as a statue, on the edge of Stiles' bed. Allison looked guiltily at her. "It's my fault she's like that." Stiles puffed out his chest and stuck his hands in his back pockets. "No. Yes. I don't know." Allison turned to him. "I shouldn't have called." Stiles shook his head. "No, it's just. She wasn't…isn't…completely ready to divulge every detail of her family dynamic with you quite yet."

Allison laughed humorlessly. "I can imagine why." She sat slowly down in Stiles' computer chair and watched as Stiles knelt in front of Keeva. "Keeva, baby, can you talk to me? Say anything?" Keeva blinked. Stiles sighed and hung his head between his shoulders.

"She's torturing him, isn't she?" Allison and Stiles looked up. Keeva was still staring off into space but her question had been directed at Allison. The older girl swallowed thickly and licked her lips, nodding jerkily. "Yes." Keeva blinked and a tear fell down her cheek. "What is she doing to him?" Allison opened her mouth to speak but Stiles beat her to the punch.

"You don't need to know that, Keeva." She shifted her blank gaze to her boyfriend. "Yes I do." She looked up at Allison then. "What is she doing to him?" Allison took a shaky breath and looked at her hands, collecting her thoughts. "She has exposed wires taped to the right side of his rib cage." Keeva swallowed nosily and closed her eyes. "They're attached to box and she'll turn the knob and the dial will go up almost to its highest and…" Allison sucked in a deep breath when her voice hitched.

"And then he'll shift back and forth between wolf and human." Keeva looked away and stood up. "We have to save him." Stiles opened his mouth to protest but Keeva sauntered by him and entered his bathroom, closing the door and his room and the discussion.

"Call it again." Keeva and Stiles were sitting in Scott's room searching for his missing phone. They were currently searching for Scott's missing phone. Stiles sighed. "It's not here." Scott glanced over his shoulder from his position on the floor on his hands and knees. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles asked, exasperated.

Keeva was sitting on Scott's bed Indian style. Stiles was straddling his desk chair backwards. "I can't afford a new one." Stiles sighed and ran a hand over the top of his head. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek." Keeva's eyes flashed up to Stiles'. He looked away from her and cleared his throat. "A. you're not alone. You have me. And B. didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire?"

Keeva shook her head and quickly stood. He exited Scott's room and walked with purpose down the hall. She was wearing a set of low rise boot cut blue jeans that were frayed at the hem. A white crop top shirt showed off her still flat belly and her bare foot blue toes poked out from the hem of her jeans.

She walked quickly down Scott's wooden stairs and rounded the banister into his kitchen. She stood on her toes to reach the top shelf of Scott's pantry for the Oreos. She pulled out a tall glass and reached inside the fridge for the milk. She jumped up onto the island and sat crossed leg, slowly dunking her cookies in the milk until they were soft.

She looked up when Melissa McCall set her purse on the kitchen table and sighed heavily. "Rough day at work?" The older woman jumped and turned around to face Keeva. "Oh, you scared me." Keeva smiled and looked down at her milk and cookies. "I'm sorry. I've been told, more than once, that I need to improve my skills at announcing my presence." Mrs. McCall laughed and shook her head.

"Are the boys upstairs?" In the short time that Keeva had been friends with Scott, she had gotten to know his mom. She was the only adult female figure Keeva was ever around and she became like mother figure to Keeva. This is why Keeva was going to broach this next subject quiet carefully.

"Um, Mrs. McCall…Melissa…I know you don't like it when I call you Mrs. McCall. Um…I need to tell you something and I, uh, don't want you to freak out, please, so just, um…Listen, okay?"

Melissa McCall had never heard Stiles' girlfriend sound so nervous. She had come to think of the girl as the daughter she never had was worried when she started talking like that. "You know you can tell me anything." The girl didn't look and nodded stiffly. She swallowed thickly and Melissa noticed her hands shake when she dunked her next cookie. "Um, I was wondering if, um, you know anyone who, um, handles adoption."

Keeva finished in a low whisper. She heard Melissa's heart rate rise suddenly and she closed her eyes. "I know Stiles and I were careless but we're trying to take responsibility for what happened and we both agree that adoption is the best option. We didn't even consider the other alternative and we both know that we're not nearly equipped or even ready to take care of an infant. I understand if…"

She stopped talking when she felt a warm hand on her knee. She brought wide eyes up to Melissa's understanding ones and trembled slightly. "I can give you the name of a great doctor who can help and of a great agent who handles adoption cases. But before I give you any of that, I want you to be honest with me." Keeva nodded slowly.

"Does Derek or the sheriff know?" Keeva looked away and shook her head slowly. "Not yet." Melissa nodded. "Well, considering that Derek's missing I can understand his not knowing right away but until you tell the sheriff, I can't give you that information." Keeva nodded and licked her lips.

She met the kind eyes of Scott's mother and a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Thank you." They looked over when a throat was cleared behind them. Stiles smiled shyly at Melissa and nodded at Keeva. "Are you ready? I have to get to lacrosse practice." Keeva nodded and slowly unfolded herself from the kitchen counter. She made to clean up her mess but Melissa gently took her hand. "I'll get it. You go home and rest, okay? Let me know when you're ready." Keeva nodded and let Stiles lead her out of the house.

Melissa sighed when she heard the door close. She looked up at her ceiling and closed her eyes. "Scott?" She felt, more than heard, her son trample down the stairs. "Yeah mom?" She looked at him. "Did you know? That Keeva Hale was pregnant?" His silence was all she needed.

Stiles and Scott congregated by Jackson's locker before Stiles slammed it shut. Jackson looked angrily at the two. "You want me to take her to the formal?" Scott rolled his eyes. "I don't want you to. I need you to." Stiles nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. "Screw you. You know what? Screw you, too." He pointed to Stiles.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and uncrossed his arms. "In fact, screw each other." Stiles scoffed. "Hey, you know he saved your life, right?" Jackson narrowed his eyes and smirked. "He left me for dead." Scott gaped. "I got shot for you."

Jackson looked at him. "Oh, yeah? Show me the bullet wound." Stiles seethed and glared at the petulant boy. "You know it healed." Jackson hummed. "Convenient." Scott shook his head. "Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around the clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance." Jackson shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Have her dad do it. He's the one who's actually equipped to handle this." Stiles shook his head. "How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me?" Jackson shook his head slowly. "Not my problem." Stiles shook his head and took a deep breath.

Jackson made to walk away but Scott slammed his hand against the locker, blocking his path. "You're her friend, too. You are. All that time you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her." Jackson looked like he agreed. "You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt."

Jackson sighed and looked straight at Scott. "What if I get hurt?" Stiles sagged. He was seriously making this about him? "Then it's worth it." Jackson cocked an eyebrow. "Not to me." Stiles scoffed and rolled his head back against the locker. Jackson shoved past them and they watched him go. "Well, I shouldn't say I told you so." Stiles said. "Cause it's not strong enough. How about I'm always right and you should never disagree never ever for the sake of your wolfly hood." He looked at Scott who just sighed.

"I'm not done." Stiles watched, exasperated, as Scott walked towards Jackson. "You're not done." He collapsed against the lockers. He turned and watched as Scott tackled Jackson against the door. He grimaced and winced when he heard something crack. "Oh, that's not good."

"Nothing's wrong, I just have a lot on my mind." Keeva glanced up at Allison as she stood behind her and Lydia on the escalator. Allison insisted that she go with them to buy dresses for the formal. Keeva wasn't as excited. She didn't particularly care for Lydia and wasn't excited about spending her afternoon with the girl.

"Keeva? Are you listening?" She looked up and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm just thinking." Allison raised an eyebrow. "Anything interesting?" Lydia asked, airily. Keeva took a deep breath and shook her head. "Nope." She popped the "P" and sauntered over to the strapless dresses.

"So, Lydia, who are you going to the dance with?" The strawberry blonde glanced over at Keeva. "A boy from the basketball team asked me. His name's Sam Wilder. He's a junior." Keeva pretended to be interested. "That's nice."

Lydia sashayed back to the dressing rooms to try on the twenty odd dresses she'd picked out. Allison made her way over to Keeva and examined the many dresses on the rack. "Have you told anyone else, yet?" Keeva didn't look at her. "Well, Stiles knows." Allison nodded. "As he should." The right corner of Keeva's mouth hitched up. "And Melissa McCall." Allison looked sharply at her. "Why does she know before the sheriff?" Keeva sighed and pulled out a black and white strapless dress. "I asked her if she knew anyone who could help us with adoption."

Allison opened her mouth to speak and closed it when no words came to her. Keeva went to another rack and Allison quickly followed. "Are you sure? About adoption, I mean?" Keeva didn't falter. "We've thought about keeping him but we know we're ready to raise a child. It's just not in the cards right now." Allison smiled sadly. "Will it be closed or open?" Keeva looked at her. "It'll be an open adoption. That's what Stiles wants." Allison blinked and looked down at Keeva's still flat belly.

"And what do you want?" Keeva stopped flipping through dresses and licked her lips, glancing down at her stomach. "I want him to be with me, all the time. I want him to call me mommy. I want him to run to Stiles when he scrapes his knee or if there's a monster under his bed. I want to wrap him up in my arms and tell him how much I love him every day."

She raised tearful eyes to Allison. The brunette blinked and a single tear raced down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away but Keeva released a broken laugh. "It doesn't matter what I want." She took a deep quivering breath and licked her lips. "What matters is that he can be with a family that can take care of him the way that Stiles and I can't right now."

Allison smiled sadly. "You're already thinking like a mom." Keeva smiled tensely and flipped through the racks. "Now, about this dance."

Keeva knocked the frame of Stiles' door and smiled when he turned to look at her. He looked perfect in a dark gray tie with silver and white stripes and a white button down that was untucked, his jacket abandoned on the bed. Nice pleated black slacks adorned his legs and he topped it off with black dress shoes.

She nodded and smiled. "You look dapper, Mr. Stilinski." Stiles was breathless when he saw her. She was wearing a strapless form fitting dress that was white across her breasts and black from the top of her ribcage down. Velvet black shoes added at least four inches to her 5'3" frame and her hair was pulled up in a complicated swirl with stray curled strands framing her face.

He smiled at her and nodded. "You look…" She smiled and entered his room. "Speechless was exactly what I was going for." He nodded. "Well, you pulled it off." Keeva brought her hands up to his tie and adjusted the knot. "I was talking to Mrs. McCall about adoption." Stiles nodded stiffly. "And she said she would only help us after we told your dad."

Stiles looked down at her. "I just don't know that right time to tell him." Keeva smiled sadly. "I'm just as clueless as you are." He smiled stiffly and placed his hands around her wrists still adjusting his tie. She stopped and looked up at him.

"Let's think about it after the dance. I just want to have fun tonight." Keeva smiled brightly and nodded, leaning up to kiss the apple of his cheek. His ears turned red and he gently led her from the room.

He held the passenger side door open for her as she stepped out. She smiled up at him and waved to Allison when she and Jackson passed. Stiles took a deep breath and led her to the doors, his hand pressed to the small of her back.

"McCall! I see you!" Stiles and Keeva glanced up from their place on the dance floor when Finstock shouted above the music. They glanced up at the bleachers and laughed when Scott scrambled to get away from the coach. They watched his progress throughout the room and laughed when he tried to hide behind the sheer curtains decorating the gymnasium.

Keeva peered around Stiles when Scott approached Danny and drug the other boy up from his seat. He placed his hands around Danny's neck and Danny grudgingly danced with the desperate boy. Keeva laughed out loud when Finstock stood flabbergasted in front of the two.

Stiles raised his head from its place against Keeva's neck. "What would you name him?" Keeva turned her startled gaze to Stiles and opened her mouth. "I…uh, hadn't thought about it very much." She looked down at her belly, something she found herself doing a lot lately. "I always liked the name Noah. Noah Callum was something I thought about when I fantasized about getting married and starting a family."

Stiles smiled. "Don't tell me it's just because of Noah from The Notebook?" She laughed lightly and shook her head. "No. I just always liked that name. It's a strong, sturdy name, you know? Either that or Peter." Stiles drew his brows together. "Why Peter?"

Keeva looked at him. "Spiderman's name is Peter." Stiles roared with laughter.

Keeva looked over his shoulder and saw Lydia leave the dance. She tapped Stiles' shoulder and he followed her gaze. He drew his brows together and licked his lips. "Stay here." She watched him pull his phone out and walk out the door. She went to their table and quickly gathered their things.

Stiles turned to his right and saw Jackson come back inside looking rather worse for wear and drunk. "Where the hell have you been?" Jackson sighed. Stiles shrugged. "What? What's wrong?" Jackson looked like he was going to cry. "I was out behind the school and…and…" Stiles gaped at him.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "What happened?" Jackson couldn't meet his gaze. "Jackson. What did you do?"

Keeva raced from the gym and searched desperately for Scott and Allison. Her breath rushed from her throat when she heard Allison's laugh from behind the school busses. She raced around the corner as fast as she could.

Stiles collapsed next to the bloody body of Lydia, Peter Hale crouched menacingly over her. He held a hand inches from her broken body, afraid to touch her. Peter growled low in his throat. "Don't kill her. Please." Peter scrunched up his nose and hummed. "Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek."

Stiles glanced up at him. "What?" Peter traced a claw down the side of Lydia's face. "Tell me how to find Derek Hale." Stiles' heart pounded in his chest. "I don't know that. How would I know that?" Peter snapped his gaze up to Stiles. "Because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Stiles panted.

"And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth or I will rip her apart." Stiles shook under the Alpha's gaze. "I don't know, alright? I swear to God I have no idea." Peter tsked. "Tell me!" He roared. Stiles clenched his eyes shut and leaned as far away from him as humanly possible. "Okay, okay, alright. I think he knew…"

"Knew what?" Stiles turned fearful eyes up to him. "Derek, I think he knew he was going to be caught." Peter narrowed his eyes. "By the Argents." He said it more as a fact then a question. "Yeah."

"And?"

"When they were shooting at Scott, I think he took Scott's phone." Peter cocked his head to the side. "Why?" He drew the word out so it rumbled deep in his chest. "They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and it's still on…" He looked up at Peter. "Then you can find him."

Keeva raced around the corner and spotted Allison just as she entered the school bus. Scott stood beside and smiled up at her through the window. She ran to his side and gripped his arm in her hands. He turned his eyes to her.

"What? What's wrong?" She was breathing heavily in fear and couldn't catch her breath. "Keeva? What's wrong?" She took gasping lungful's of air as tear coursed down her cheeks. She was absently aware of Allison moving to the door of the bus in a panic.

"Stiles…Alpha…Jackson…trouble." Was all she could breathe out. Scott made to go to the door but a red SUV pulled up, blocking his view. He stared into the blinding headlights and held Keeva close to his back.

She looked down the opposite way when another car pulled up on the other side. Allison banged her palms on the glass. Scott slowly hooked his arm around Keeva's waist and she wrapped her arms tightly around him. She clenched her eyes shut and ducked her head into Scott's chest.

The engine on the other car revved dangerously. Scott glared at the driver and looked up at Allison. She pressed her hand to her mouth and watched, helpless. The car revved again and they both started speeding towards Scott.

Keeva clutched tighter to Scott when they were suddenly air born. She opened her eyes when she was dropped down into the small space in front of the cars. She could feel the license plates from either car against her knees. She looked up at Scott's face and then over to Allison.

The shock was clear in her eyes. Scott's yellow eyes gazed through the bus window.