"You know, at normal teen girl sleepovers they don't really talk about how one of them can move water with her mind." Stella mumbles as her, Lydia and Allison are all in her bedroom.

"Well, most teenage girls can't move water with their mind." Lydia points out while still remaining focused on painting Allison's nails.

"Have you done it since last weekend?" Allison looks up at Stella from the floor, taking a sip of her wine using the hand that Lydia wasn't detailing.

Stella pulls her knees to her chest as she sits on her bed, "No." She shakes her head, "I don't know how I did it." She whispers, "So I don't even know how to go about trying to do it."

"Okay, well can we stop talking about that and talk about the serious sexual tension between you and Stiles?" Lydia sits up and looks at the small brunette sitting above her.

Stella's face immediately goes red, "What?" She gasps, "There is no such thing! We're just friends."

"But you wish you were more." Allison adds in, "Come on, Scott told me you two kissed." She says, "There's no way you can hide from us." The two girls on the ground jump up and sit on the bed next to Stella, almost squishing her into talking.

"Okay, we kissed!" She holds her hands up, "But we haven't talked about it or anything," She says, "and he ran out of here as soon as he kissed me, I don't even think he wanted to."

"There's no way he didn't want to." Lydia rolls her eyes, "It's Stiles, he probably just chickened out." She shakes her head, "You need to woman up and make the first move." The redhead shoves her slightly, "You two obviously like each other and dragging it out is just going to make everything more awkward."

"But what if he doesn't want to be with me and it just ruins our friendship?" Stella looks down at her lap, "I've lost enough over the last year, I need all the friends I can get." She sighs, "I don't know if I could handle losing Stiles."

"Oh boo hoo." Lydia shoves her, "Stop coming up with excuses to feel sorry for yourself! The next time you see him, you are going to march right up to him and demand to know what his deal is."

"But what if-" Stella pauses, her face furrowing in confusion, "Do you guys hear that?" She whispers as the sound of someone crying and running water floods her senses.

"Don't change the subject." Lydia groans. Stella doesn't say anything, standing up in sort of a trance.

"Stella..." Allison watches her friend with concerned eyes, Lydia also realizing that this wasn't Stella trying to change the subject. This was something serious. "Stella, what is it?"

"Someone crying..." She whispers, slowly opening her bedroom door and stepping into the hallway.

"Stel no one is crying. We don't hear anything." Lydia insists but it's like Stella can't hear them. She moves toward the bathroom door and swings it open, gasping when she sees a mixture of water and blood flowing out into the hallway.

"What? Stella what? What is it?" Allison tries to comfort her as Stella starts to hyperventilate, walking into the bathroom to try and find the source of the blood and the water.

"Why?!" She finally screams, trying to unplug the bathtub drain since the water won't turn off and also running her hands along the bottom of the tub to try and find where all the blood was coming from. As her fingers graze the bottom of the tub, a cold scaley hand grabs her wrist. She lets out an ear-piercing shriek and before Allison or Lydia can rush to her side, the bathroom door slams shut and there is no way of getting it open.

Allison grabs a hold of the door handle and yanks hard, trying to shove the door open but it's no use, "What the hell?" She mutters under her breath, pounding on the door, "Stella!" she shouts but her screaming only continues.

"Oh my god." Lydia is freaking out as she tries to help Allison get the door open, pushing her body against it, "Stella open the door!" She pounds on it some more but it still won't budge and their friend is still inside screaming. "What do we do?" She asks Allison after it's clear that the door is not going to open.

"Call Scott and Stiles." Allison says, "I might have some tools in my car that will help." Allison rushes down the stairs as Lydia pulls up two familiar names on her contact list.


Inside the bathroom, Stella is panicking, trying to pry the hand off her wrist. "Let. Me. Go." She cries.

A body comes up out of the water, a body attached to the hand. Stella falls back in shock, her eyes settling on a face that looks all too familiar to her. "M-Mom?" She stutters out. It looked like her mother, but at the same time her face was distorted, scales creeping along her jawline and gills on her neck. Her lips were a blue-ish purple like she had been under cold water and her eyes were an icy blue, almost so much so that they were glowing.

"Come with me, Stella." Her voice had an odd echo behind it, "Come with me and we can be together. " She pulls harder on her wrist.

"You're not real." She shakes her head frantically, her clothes now soaked with water and blood.

Her "mom" shifts her calm face to anger in the blink of an eye, "Of course I'm real." She growls, "I'm so real that I could kill you right now." She pulls Stella so close that their faces are inches away from each other, "And I just might do that."


"What's going on?" Scott and Stiles rush up the steps to the bathroom door where Allison is currently trying to get the door open with a crowbar and Stella is still screaming and crying from inside.

"We don't know." Lydia says, "One minute she was fine and then the next she was saying something about hearing someone crying." She explains and Scott tries to force the door open.

"The next thing we knew she was freaking out and screaming and then the door shut on its own." Allison looks panicked as even Scott's supernatural strength couldn't get the door open.

"Stella?" He calls, pounding on the door, "It's Scott, can you hear me?"

"Please let me go." They can hear her sob.

When Stiles hears her weak voice he rushes up to the door, "Stella, it's Stiles." His hand is pressed against the door, "I need you to open the door."

"LET ME GO!" She screams and Scott covers his ears, her voice hitting a pitch so loud that it hurts his werewolf ears. After she's done screaming the door slowly creaks open, leaving the four teens outside in a state of confusion. But, that doesn't stop Stiles from pushing the door the rest of the way open, revealing Stella in the corner, folded up into the fetal position.

"Stella.," Stiles says softly as he carefully approaches her. She's whispering softly to herself. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. "Stella, you're okay." He whispers, crouching down to her level, "It's over now." He gently places his hand on her arm and she looks at him.

"She was here." She whispers, her eyes locked with Stiles'.

"Who was here?" Scott speaks up from behind Stella and she suddenly becomes aware of everything else still in her bathroom.

"My mom." She says softly, "She...tried to kill me."


"Stella your mom is dead," Lydia says slowly, "She died when you were a newborn, how could she have just been in your bathroom?" She asks.

"I know it doesn't make sense," Stella says. After she had calmed down a little bit, Stella brought the group into her mom's study where she has told Stiles everything she thought just a couple of weeks ago, even though that felt like a lifetime. "But I don't think she's dead." she explains, "Based on everything that is in these diaries that my mom kept and everything that I have experienced my whole life-" She hesitates before she says the next part, "I think my mom is a siren, and I think she's trying to find me to turn me into one."

"A siren? Like the kind that seduces men into killing themselves?" Allison asks

"Something like that, I guess." Stella shrugs.

"That's why you would be able to control water like you did last weekend." Scott thinks out loud.

"But if your mom was really just here and did just try to kill you, why couldn't we see her?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know." Stella shakes her head, "I don't know a lot about this stuff but I just...have a feeling that that won't be the last I see of her." The group all shares a look and Stella sort of chuckles to herself, "So much for a normal sleepover, huh?" She says.

"Believe me, I know how frustrating it can be to not know what the hell you are," Lydia mutters and Stella smiles thankfully at her.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Stiles asks her when she's walking him and Scott out later that night. Scott was over standing by the jeep and she liked to think that he wasn't listening to their conversation.

"I hope so." She says, "Lydia and Allison will be here to keep me safe." she assures him, "But thank you for coming. I really appreciate it." She touches his arm.

"You know I'll always come running to save you." He teases.

She pauses before saying what she's going to say next but she knows she has to, "It was your voice, Stiles." She tells him, looking up at him when his eyebrows furrow, "When everything was happening and I couldn't hear anyone but her, it was your voice that I could hear." She whispers, "And it's what made her go away."

Stiles stares back at her, his soft brown eyes examining her face, "Kind of like your anchor?" He asks softly.

"Yeah," She nods, smiling at him, "Like my anchor."

He can't help but smile back. He always wanted to be someone's anchor deep down. He slides his hand to her cheek gently, kissing her forehead, "Call me in the morning." He whispers, looking deep into her eyes.

She nods, "First thing." She squeezes his hand before he walks away and she waves at Scott (who's grinning proudly) before closing her front door and locking it.


I wanted to throw a little filler in there to move Stella's personal storyline along and also throw some Stiles and Stella fluff your way. Let me know what you think!