A/N:

It's here, finally, the end. But not entirely, because get ready for the sequel, Who We Are, which I will announce when I will be posting soon. I hope everyone enjoyed Under My Skin & The Darkness Among Us. Always remember, my askbox is open to any sort of ideas and criticism. I hope you husy enjoy this chapter.

Three days after Allison Argent had died. Two days after Aiden had died.

Ethan had enough money to bury his brother, a small service the following day before he broke up with Danny and got the hell out of Beacon Hills. They all felt the guilt weigh in their hearts when none of them had much to say at the small funeral except Lydia and Kira – that they all could have possibly known Aiden. That they all could have given him a chance.

Stiles was the one who felt most guilty, being the one who told Scott in the beginning not to let him into the pack.

"I wouldn't want someone to just attend my funeral just because they had to." Stiles had told her when they left, and Eva had had nothing to say to him but a few words of comfort she knew wouldn't be enough to make him feel any better. But no one had enough words to feel any one better at all.

They hadn't seen Scott for three days, nor had they seen Isaac, or Lydia. Each remained in their own rooms, refusing to talk to anyone, to acknowledge what had happened. Eva sent Lydia almost ten voice mails a day, the concern going from mild to malignant in barely two hours every day.

"This is Lydia Martin's phone. Please don't leave a message if it's not important."

"Lydia," Eva sighed as she closed her eyes, "Hey, it's – well, it's me." Eva sighed loudly and closed her eyes. "Are you okay?" She whispered, "I know this morning was hard, with Aiden's funeral and Ethan leaving and…I just need to know if you're okay." Eva finally sighed, before she chewed on the inside of her cheek and let her eyes drift to the ground, "I know…I know I should have listened to you and I know it's all my fault, but I know that you're not just upset with me cause you haven't picked up any of Stiles' or Kira's calls and we want to make sure you're okay. So just…give us a sign, anything."

Eva sighed as she lowered her phone and eventually watched the phone call end on its own when the voice mail capacity ended.

She pushed her hair back and texted Stiles, She's not answering her phone.

Scott and Isaac are not answering their phones either. Stiles answered, and Eva frowned before she eventually texted again, Maybe we should just…let them be.

Eva looked up when she heard the bathroom door open, and she pursed her lips as she set her phone down on the nightstand and got out of her room. After all the oni were dead, everyone who'd been injured by their blades became unscathed, the wounds healing as if they were never there to begin with. And Eva knew she had no time to wait – there were so many questions unanswered, and the answers were crucial. And life was short.

"Do I have a brother?" Eva blurted out as soon as she saw her father in the kitchen. He looked up from what he was doing, before his expression turned solemn.

"Who told you?" He whispered, and Eva felt the words hit her like a hammer, before she swallowed thickly and closed her eyes, "Obviously not you."

"Daniel." Her father breathed out as he went to sit down slowly on one of the kitchen chairs, "He's your twin brother. You….You were the weaker twin, the one that was most likely not going to survive. You had to be delivered early if you were going to stand any chance. Your mother and I….we were young, when we had you. Young and reckless and broke. When she broke away from her family, declined all her druid teachings, all the money was taken away from her." He whispered, and Eva pulled her brows into a frown as she let her hands fall to her side.

"We'd gave up all we had to save your life…" The man sighed, "We couldn't afford to take care of another child."

"You gave him up." Eva whispered, shaking her head slowly. She'd have expected some old vendetta from a werewolf pack, someone who was after them and they thought he'd be safer away from all of this…but an actual financial problem that caused them to give him up. Something that was so real. So…normal. Eva felt as if someone had taken her heart into a steel grip and twisted it, "He's in Eichen House."

James' eyes flickered up to his daughter's face, and Eva pursed her lips as she turned to look away from him, "He's a patient in Eichen House because he got kicked out of so many foster homes, he had nowhere to stay so they put him there." Eva whispered, "Your son is in a mental institute that probably drives people insane than cure them for I don't know how long. My brother. My twin brother."

"Eva-" The man started, but she cut him off, "No, dad." Eva sighed, "Don't try to explain this to me because there is no…reason or explanation that would make me feel less horrible about myself than I feel now." She sighed and shook her head as she looked down, "All we can do is get him out…"

That was what happened on the first day.

The second day began before Eva could even realize that it did. She'd stayed in bed that day, watching the angle of the sun's rays change as it rose in the sky. She stared at the window for the longest time until she heard the knock on the door, and she pulled her brows into a frown as she turned her head towards the door, having no energy or reason to even get up. "Come in." She sighed, and pursed her lips into a weak smile when she saw Stiles peer through the door.

She pulled herself up slowly as he sat at the edge of the bed, "How come you're still in bed?" He asked, and Eva sighed, shaking her head, "How come you're not?"

Stiles grew silent for a minute – it had taken him a lot of effort to actually get out of bed that day too. Tomorrow would be the funeral Argent had managed to put together for Allison, a day they all dreaded. Stiles remembered the last time he's been in the cemetery way too clearly. Possibly because it wasn't that far off from where he was now. It was the day after Eva got discharged from the hospital, and he'd made sure she was settled and tucked in before he left. And his jeep carried him to the cemetery almost on its own.

He couldn't believe tomorrow they'd bury Allison Argent.

It's true, Stiles didn't know much about Allison, but she was a lot like a sister to him. He was even fascinated by her once upon a time, and jealous of her friendship with Lydia. Not everyone would notice that but Allison Argent was someone to him too. She was a friend. A sister. A rolemodel of sorts.

But he'd gotten up and left the house, because someone had to be strong for the group to hold onto. He brushed a loose strand of Eva's hair behind her ear and pressed his lips into a thin line, "It's going to be okay."

"Is it?" Eva whispered and shook her head slowly, "It only seems like it's going to get worse now."

Stiles chewed on the inside of his cheek before he started, "Deaton told Scott something the other day." Stiles started, and Eva looked up at him, blinking once, "Do you know the expression, regression to the mean?"

Eva frowned and shook her head slowly, "It means," He started, "That things can't always be bad, but they can't always be good too." Stiles explained, and Eva blinked slowly this time comprehending what Stiles wanted to say, "Regression to the mean." She repeated slowly, before she looked up at Stiles and pursed her lips, "Do you really believe that?"

Stiles remained silent for a second as he contemplated the thought, before he smiled and nodded once, "I do." He whispered, "Maybe it would take more time. Maybe it would just happen in a few days. But I do believe that we'll find ourselves halfway. Living normally."

Eva let out a longing sigh as she thought of the idea of normality in their lives. She turned to Stiles and pursed her lips into a small smile, before she let her gaze drop to the ground, "I asked my dad about Daniel." Eva whispered, and Stiles frowned as he sat up slowly, "Turns out he is my brother. My twin brother."

Stiles stared at her, confused, before explained to him the whole story. Stiles shook his head slowly once she was done, "Even if we sign him out. He's going to turn eighteen soon and he'll probably not even stand looking at any of us."

"You don't know that." Stiles sighed, and Eva looked up at him, "Maybe he wants to have a family just as much as you want him to be in it." Stiles shook his head slowly, and Eva looked down. "And there's Malia too." Eva whispered as she looked up at Stiles again, "When I saw her in Eichen House she said she wanted to be turned back. We're the one who were responsible of turning her back to human. She's not going to just fit into our world." Eva muttered, shaking her head slowly, "She's our responsibility, Stiles."

Stiles nodded slowly, before he reached out to take Eva's hand, "And we have school, too." He pointed out, "We have to pass this year so we can give senior year a shot."

Eva looked up at Stiles and shook her head slowly as she breathed out a small laugh, her eyes drifting to the duvet that was till entangled around her legs. Talking about school and college and all of that was just so odd to her. It almost seemed abnormal. It was funny really, what was completely normal to other people, to them was a complete anomaly.

At least they had that to look forward to, She thought to herself as she stared down at their hands.

That was the second day.

Eva couldn't sleep at all the third day. She remained awake in bed until it was finally time to get up and get into the black dress she'd picked out yesterday. She stared at it for a long time before she realized that she had to go help Lydia get dressed too, so she quickly got ready.

Before Eva left, she stared at the nightstand beside her bed, specifically at the bottom drawer. She moved towards it and crouched in front of it slowly, opening the drawer to pull out the velvet box that held the anchor necklace Stiles had gotten her. She stared down at it, a soft smile curling on her lips as she did, before she undid the clasp and placed it around her neck, the pads of her fingers briefly running over the ornate infinity and the anchor hanging through it as she stood up and turned to leave.

Eva arrived at the front door of the Martin Household just as Kira got of her father's car. Eva glanced sideways at her best friend, before they both wrapped each other in a tight embrace. Eva couldn't fathom what Lydia must have been feeling but Kira knew what it was like, but they both knew it would have been too hard for either of them to bare the idea of losing each other, and they didn't know how Lydia would be able to handle it.

But Lydia greeted them in living room, already in her own funeral attire, her hair pulled up into an intricate braid. But her face held no emotion – no emotion but one, at least. Pain.

The girls exchanged concerned glances before they reached out, each taking one of Lydia's hands. Her mother followed close after, and they all rode in her car to the cemetery. It was a quiet trip, no one talking – the only sound inside the vehicle was its purring engine and their breathing. The only thing that changed was Lydia's grip on both Eva and Kira's hand, the grip that tightened as soon as they parked the car.

They walked slowly towards where the saw the chairs set in front of the dug up grave, the casket ready to be lowered as soon as the time came. Each of the girls grabbed her own white rose and they took their place beside the boys standing at the side. Argent stood at the head of the casket, his hands folded in front of him, his eyes never leaving the burgundy wood of the casket that held his daughter inside it.

The minister's words were lost in the background as Eva stared down at the casket, memories of Allison flashing before her eyes. They'd went from meeting on a rather edgy incident to friends to sisters in no time. Allison looked after Eva when her mother had died, when she'd barely survived her own aunt. Now the only difference was that Allison didn't survive this time.

She looked up when Chris' voice broke into her thoughts and invaded her head, "Allison was my daughter, my only daughter. Her last words to me was that she was proud of us. And that she loved me." He whispered, his face stolid, but she could see it begging to crack, "And I'm proud of us as well. I'm proud of her." Chris sighed as he eventually looked down, and Eva knew that if he kept going, his exterior would shatter, and he would break down. He picked up the shovel and emptied some of the dirt on top of the casket, before he stepped back.

One by the one they all gave the words they wanted to lay with Allison, the one thing they'll be able to leave her along with the flowers that won't last a week.

Isaac didn't speak – when he was told to step forward after Chris, he only shoveled in some dirt as well before, he shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest almost violently, his eyes holding a wretched look as they welled up with tears. Scott glanced sideways at him before he took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Allison Argent…well, she was my first love." Scott whispered, "But she was more than just a girl that I've fallen in love with. She was everything that could be in a person. She was brave. She was smart. She was mature. But she was also funny, kind, and childish." Scott let his eyes flicker to the ground, "I'm not good with the words…but all I know is that Allison didn't deserve to leave us so soon, and I know I will never forget her." And he too shoveled in some of the dirt.

They each stepped forward, each with their own improvised and barely enough eulogy in Allison's honor. At least that's what Eva thought, which is why when she stepped forward, the words that left her lips were, "I didn't prepare a eulogy, because I didn't keep in mind that Allison would leave us so soon. Like Scott said." She muttered before she shook her head, "But she did. She left, her life sacrificed to protect me, to keep me alive. And I'm not just forever grateful for what she did, I will never forget Allison. As I'm sure none of us will. She didn't just live with us, or know us. She changed us." Eva whispered before she grabbed the shovel and finally shoveled in some, before she stepped back, and fell in row with her friends.

They watched the casket disappear underneath the dirt, and watched the hole diminish into even grounds. One by one, they stepped forward to leave their roses by the headstone, before Eva slowly stepped back.

She didn't even realize the place had cleared up until it was only Lydia and Scott standing beside Allison's grave. She frowned and moved back slowly, letting them have the privacy they needed. When her eyes scanned the cemetery, she saw Stiles in a distance, standing in front of another grave. She tilted her head and started towards him, feeling as if someone had their eyes on her.

When Eva glanced sideways, she saw Malia standing by a tree. The girl stared at her for a long minute before she turned back to the grave she stood in front of her, beside her a man Eva recognized as her father. Malia set down the flowers between two headstones, before her father wrapped his arm around her and guided her out of the cemetery. Eva watched her leave before she went on her way towards Stiles.

"Hey." She called out softly, and Stiles glanced sideways at her, a weak smile trembling onto his lips as he reached out to take her hand and pull her into his side. Eva's eyes flickered down to the head stone, before she swallowed down the lump of sobs that rose to her throat yet again that day. Claudia Stilinski. Beloved Daughter, Wife, and Mother.

Stiles stood in silence until Eva finally dared to speak, "Hey, Mrs. Stilinski." She whispered, and Stiles looked down at her, blinking in surprise, "I'm Eva. I'm your son's girlfriend." Eva whispered, a small smile curling on her lips, "You have a great son. Albeit he has his weird moments, but he is an amazing young man." Eva glanced up at Stiles, "And I promise I'll take care of him." Eva muttered as she smiled up at him briefly before she turned her attention back to the head stone, "We haven't had the pleasure of meeting in this life but I'm sure you were an amazing woman too. Stiles looks a lot like you."

Eva felt Stiles' grip on her hand tighten, "So I just wanted to tell you not to worry about him. That he'll always have me, and his friends. And I guess it was nice to meet you." Eva finally finished as she leaned her head onto Stiles' shoulder. Stiles smiled as he leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head, before he pulled away and breathed out, "I love you."

Eva blinked slowly as she turned to look up at him. Stiles looked down at her, before he swallowed thickly and started again, "I've been wanting to say it for…a very long time, but no time seemed to be the right, and there's no right time. Not in this town. Every time you left I thought of the possibility that you might never come back, and that you might never know. So I had to say it, even if once, even if you don't feel the same." Stiles finally took another deep breath, "I'm in love with you, Eva Davis."

Eva let out a small laugh, before she reached out to brush a few stranded hair s from his face, then let her hand move to hold his face gently, her palm caressing his jaw as her thumb stroked his cheekbone gently, "I'm in love with you, Stiles Stilinski." She whispered once it had dawned upon that she did – she really did love him as well. She wasn't just saying it because she had to, or because he did. She said it because he meant it. Because they were so close to losing each other, and they watched Scott and Allison lose each other that they couldn't afford the risk themselves.

Stiles smiled down at Eva before he pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her torso to hold her to him dearly. Eva's arms wound around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, and they were lost in each other's embrace, tears springing to both their eyes. Tears of sadness and of joy.

All they needed now was a step to put themselves back on the right track again, and hope that they can move forward from this today, and on. Because after all of that happened, they can't go back to where they'd started.