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Also just to address questions, it's always going to be stiles and Kayla, but since Kayla's come back and she can feel again, she is going to remember sleeping with Isaac and have to deal with the feelings associated with that so it's time this story addresses the Kaylaxisaac feelings, but they won't ever be a couple Dont worry lol
She didn't know what to expect when she finally came face to face with those she loved. To her, she had only been gone a couple of days but to them it had been closer to two months.
Two whole fricking months.
To her, she had been alive and well for a long time, the shock of coming back to life well past over, but to them she had been dead and gone with no thought of coming back.
She didn't think to prepare herself for this moment, to mentally get ready for the onslaught of emotions she was bound to feel being back. Relief and happiness welling up inside her as Isaac hugged her, squeezing her body as if making sure she was really here in front of him and not a figment of his imagination.
"Don't be going all soft of me now Lahey" she chuckled, but finding herself fisting the back of his jersey to hold him closer, losing herself in his arms.
He sniffled, his chin resting atop her head, "I'm always soft with you Hale"
His kindness towards her, his happiness and relief upon seeing her was a stark contrast to what they had been through before - well, before in that other timeline. Their rage at one another, resentment and bitterness and hatred all from one event... them sleeping together.
She remembered it clear as day, how couldn't she?
That one act proved just how different and twisted she had become then. Because the Kayla before and the Kayla now wouldn't dream of doing that. She wouldn't have dared cross that line, not with her best friend, not hurting those around her. Well, she hoped at least.
But remembering it, knowing what it was like to have his body under her, inside her, captivating her very essence did make her break away from his hold, unable to meet his gaze for a couple of seconds.
Even though it hadn't happened yet - technically - it still happened in her world, in her mind and in her memory. She still slept with him, regardless of the timeline. Despite getting a redo, she still remembered things and this she remembered oh so clearly.
She swallowed, peeling her body from his firm one, pushing those images from her head.
She didn't need to think about that just now, or at all - or preferably ever. She didn't want that one moment to ruin her fresh start. However, now she thought about it she couldn't stop, seeing Isaac - so fresh faced and innocent, the burdens of her crimes not on his consciousness - was different to any other way she had seen him before.
"I don't understand... how are you here?" Isaac murmured, his hands encasing her upper arms, "Kay... you were gone"
"I know" she nodded, "I know and I'm sorry-"
He let out a breathless laugh, "you're sorry for dying? Hale-"
"I'm just sorry for everything" she said, "things I'm glad you can't remember now"
He frowned, a bewildered expression twisting his features, "what do you me-"
"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa" a voice exclaimed, making Kayla and Isaac break their stare to turn around to see Camden flapping about, his eyes wide and surprised, "what the hell is going on? You're dead!"
Kayla couldn't help but snort, "I look pretty great for a dead girl though right?"
Camden continued to look shell shocked, pointing at her, "but now you're not dead"
"I mean, I have a pulse" she replied nonchalantly, holding out her arm, "you can feel it if you want"
Camden swallowed thickly, "this is insane"
"Oh, I know" she murmured under her breath, "believe me I know"
"We should get you back to town. Home" Isaac clarified, still a little numb and shocked as he seemed on autopilot, "away from here"
"Yeah, that would be nice" she smiled, "I uh... I should see Stiles"
Isaac appeared a little disappointed at her sentence, a frown tugging between his brows, "right... Stiles"
She sensed his fragile ego when it came to her begin to crack, not meaning to make him upset. Of course, in this time he never really tried to get over her, never felt hatred or disappointment in her - instead, just grief over the fact he lost his best friend and unrequited love.
She kicked herself for making him so sad, nothing but sympathy shining in her eyes, "yeah... Stiles" she mimicked his tone, keeping her voice quiet, "um... you know, because... because..."
"Because he's Stiles" Isaac sighed, "of course I'll take you to him"
The tension suddenly increased tenfold, the happiness he felt at her return being replaced with disappointment and the feeling of getting kicked in the nuts ten times in a row... basically, heartbreak.
"... Isaac?" She whispered, catching his hand before he could turn away, pulling him back to her and forcing a smile on her lips, "I missed you"
He smiled lopsidedly back, "not as much as I missed you"
"Well, I mean technically that's true" she joked, "it has only been like two days so..."
He frowned, "Kayla, it's been two months"
"No, I know" she nodded, "I just mean... urgh, never mind. I'll explain later"
His face was now constant perplexment, frowning down at her, "are you sure you're okay?"
She smiled, genuine relief spreading through her veins, "for the first time in a long time I can finally say yes... yes I am"
Isaac reached out to touch her cheek that was curved into a smile, one he was delighted to see, "me too Hale"
He helped her into the back of Camden's pick up, choosing to sit next to her in the back instead of up front with Camden as he drove back to town, unable to take his eyes off her.
"Maybe we should get you cleaned up... shower, new clothes..."
She glanced down at her muddy and dirty attire, hair needing a good brush to free it from the tugs, "I know but... but I don't want to waste more time. I know how bad Stiles is suffering right now and I don't want to make him hurt a second more than he needs to"
Isaac swallowed down the words he was desperate to say but couldn't, choosing to nod in agreement, "yeah, he's been a mess"
Her chest tightened with guilt, hating the thought that she - incidentally - was putting him through that, "I've missed him"
It was true... she had missed him, missed what they had and what they were. She missed out on having a proper reunion last time, she wasn't going to put it off a second longer than she had to. She wasn't going to put him through anymore pain.
Isaac touched her knee, "I know"
She could tell he was wanting to say something but was holding back, refraining from saying whatever was on his mind which was definitely not like Isaac at all.
"What is it?" She asked, "and don't give me that look" she added when he tried to play off his expression as innocent, "I know you Lahey and I know you want to talk to me about something"
He waved her off, "it doesn't matter, you just got back-"
"Well actually I've been back like, seven months" she shrugged, "so you can't use that excuse"
He frowned, "uh... is that one of those things you're going to explain later?"
"Uh huh" she nodded, "now stop deflecting. Talk to me..."
He sighed, casting a nervous glance towards Camden who was driving, a small tinge of red painting his cheeks, "it's just... earlier on, in Mexico, Stiles and I... talked..."
She frowned, "you talked? You and Stiles? Talked? Without throwing punches?" She snorted, "what timeline did I jump back to?!"
He frowned at her use of words, choosing to let it go because it was just Kayla being Kayla, "yeah we... connected. We're on good terms now"
"Are you... sure?"
"Yeah" Isaac nodded, "we uh, we spoke about you"
She kept the smile on her face, "me? What about me?"
"We settled our... issues... about you"
"Oh right" she muttered, "the issues"
Isaac coughed to clear his throat, dropping his gaze to his knees, "never mind"
"No, say it" she urged, "what's on your mind?"
He sighed loudly, closing his eyes briefly to compose himself, "Stiles said that... that he blames himself for your death. Because of what the nogitsune did to you. He said he would have rather you chose... someone else... so you would have got to live"
"Wait, what?" She whispered brokenly, "he said that?" feeling her heart break at the thought of Stiles willing to give up what they had.
"He's hated himself ever since you died Kay" Isaac whispered, "he would have rathered let you go and have you live, than have had you and let you die"
Her chest tightened with sadness, pushing back the tears that threatened to push themselves forward, "but that's in the past now"
"He also said that uh... that he saw something between us" Isaac whispered so quietly she had to strain her ears, "y'know... back when-"
"-When you were trying to get into my pants?" She guessed with an uncomfortable chuckle.
Isaac's eyes flared with guilt, unable to keep his eyes focused on her, "yeah... I guess when I was making it oh so obvious that I liked you and um... he said he seen something-"
"Isaac, I need to stop you right there" she interrupted with a gentle tone, hating having to break his heart so soon, "don't torture yourself with the what ifs"
He chuckled, "it's all I had left of you..."
She felt the suffocating silence try and choke her, sucking all the good energy from the pick up as they both became uncomfortable, Isaac beginning to fidget in his seat.
"If you two are going to kiss and make up, be quick about it, I'm nearly at Stiles' house"
She shot Camden a glare through the rearview mirrow, "there will be no kissing... uh... this time, just keep driving"
Isaac began to look a little panicked, regretting ever letting the words leave his lips, "never mind Hale, forget I said anything-"
"Well I can't now, you said it" she exclaimed, softening her look as he flinched, "look, I'm sorry I... I just didn't expect you to ask me this so soon"
"Kayla, I've tried" he implored, "I tried to move past you and I got back with Paige and I tried to live my life but then Stiles said all that and it got me thinking about the past year and how maybe if I did stuff differently that you might've chose me and-"
"Isaac" she cut him off, "I wouldn't have ever chose differently. It would always be Stiles... I know you know that somewhere"
"But... why?" He asked helplessly, "why not give me a chance?"
"Because you're my best friend" she whispered, "and Stiles is... well, he's Stiles. I can't explain it but I just know he's my one. Our souls are connected... destined. It's always going to be Stiles"
Isaac's face scrunched up in disappointment, "so you've never once...?"
She swallowed thickly, remembering their short lived time together as one body, how she accepted him into her and they connected, fuelling Isaac's feelings for her even more.
Except it hadn't happened now and it wasn't going to... she would make sure about that, even though it did stir up some unresolved feelings she thought she had dealt with.
"If I'm being honest then... yeah" she admitted, "of course I thought about it. But I could never let myself love you the way I love Stiles. I'm sorry..."
"Don't be" he whispered, "I knew that but, deep down, I just needed to hear it"
She hated hurting him, hated making him feel disappointed and unloved but she didn't have a choice. Her heart and soul were made for Stiles, she couldn't let herself get waylaid by fleeting, lustful emotions. She just couldn't. There might have been a time where she did like him; where she was attracted to him but she buried that deep down within her, not willing to explore those feelings.
Yet seeing him like this, so fragile and human, no looking putting up a showy, egotistic guard she felt like she was seeing a whole new side to him she hadn't seen before... someone that reminded her so much of herself it was almost scary.
The pick up being jolted to a stop made her break her stare, looking around the familiar street to see Stiles' house, his bedroom still lit up.
Of course... he probably couldn't sleep. She remembered him saying he never slept a good nights sleep when she was dead.
"You should go see him" Isaac urged, nodding towards his house, "he's going to be over the moon"
She knew that but she felt bad leaving him behind, drowning in his own diaspointment.
"Isaac I... I'm sorry" she whispered, "I never meant to hurt you-"
He waved off her apology with a gentle smile and a shake of the head, "don't worry Hale, you could never hurt me"
His smile was infectious, making her grin, "I'm glad to be back this time"
"And I'm going to pretend to know what that means" he chuckled, "but I'm so happy you're back too... I missed my best friend. Please don't die again"
"I'll try not to" she laughed, squeezing his hand and shooting Camden a look, "thanks for the lift"
"No problem" Camden replied, "you've got dirt on my seats though"
She snorted, "that's what happens when you give a girl a lift who clawed her way from her own grave"
"I'll send you the cleaning bill"
She made a joking face to him as she climbed out the pick up and shut the door behind her, turning to face the path that lead up to the steps to the porch to the front door, a sudden eruption of nerves twisting her gut.
She remembered their last reunion. Well, the one that happened in the other timeline. It was twisted and wrong, herself being egotistic and evil, robbing Stiles of his happiness at her return.
She wanted it to be different this time. She wanted to show him that she was good and happy and right to be here.
She knew they had a lot of issues to work through from that other time - stuff that hadn't happened yet and now, hopefully, never would - and she knew it wouldn't magically be okay but for a moment, for the moment they reconnected, she wanted things to be normal.
She steadied out her breathing, walking slowly up the path as she hurried to flatten out her chaotic and tuggy hair, cursing herself for not changing first.
Her clothes, the ones she was buried in for two months, was foosty and caked in dirt, smudges of mud staining the material, her skin dusty from the ground she tore herself from, in desperate need of a shower.
But no, she pushed that thought back. Stiles wouldn't care. She knew he wouldn't. He would just care that she was back.
She climbed the porch steps, the familiar creaking reaching her ears as she found herself standing face to face with the Stilinski front door, her hand shaking as she reached out to knock.
Should she knock? Or ring the doorbell?
Both seemed like stupid options.
What would she say when he answered the door?
'Oh hey, girlfriend delivery'
She scoffed at her own thought process, shaking her head. This was stupid. It was so much easier last time. She just showed up, grabbed the bull by the horns and made the most casual, yet dramatic, entrance known to man.
She dropped her hand, blowing out a frustrated breath.
She wanted nothing more than to see him. To hold him in her arms but she wondered if a part of her faltered because of everything they had been through and how she would deal with that when it didn't even happen.
How could she move forward with him, knowing how badly she hurt him by being with all those people?
Could she move past her jealousy, knowing that in that other time, he was with someone that wasn't her?
She turned around, shooting the pick up a sad look. Should she be honest with Stiles about what happened with Isaac in that other time, or would it make him mad, jealous and uncontrollable?
Would it ruin their second chance?
But if she didn't, she couldn't move on.
Everything was heavy at the moment, so much weighing on her soul that she felt like she needed a moment to herself, ground herself before jumping in but she didn't want to wait.
She missed Stiles.
She needed to see him.
He was all she thought about, desperate to be with him so she steeled herself, holding back the nerves and reached out to knock several times on the wooden door.
She would worry about the details later... for now, she just needed to see him. To put his tortured mind at rest so the guilt wouldn't eat him alive.
Several seconds after she knocked she saw through the small frosted glass window of the door that the hall light turn on, a blurred figure slowly making its way down the stairs.
Her heart began to race, her palms getting clammy she slick with sweat as she waited, glued to the spot in anticipation.
What would she say? How would she explain how this happened? How this was possible?
She heard his footsteps grow closer, bare feet padding across the floor as he unlocked the several locks and bolts on the door, letting the chain dangle.
This was it... this was the moment, the most important of all time.
The start of her do over.
The morning sun was beginning to light up the street, a gentle gleam casting itself between the clouds as she stood there, hands clasped, bare toes curling into the decking as she watched the door slowly swing open.
She couldn't help but avert her eyes at the last minute, focusing on the welcome mat just several inches above her toes. She was too scared to meet his eyes, to see so much emotion rush through them.
Even though she had just seen him two days ago, the Stiles she was about to see was different. He was grief stricken and tortured, innocent from her hell driven influence. He was Stiles before all the extra baggage... a Stiles that hasn't left her, abondoned her or hated her. He was simply a Stiles that missed her.
A Stiles that missed her oh so much.
The small squeak of the hinges alerted her to the door being open, light from the hallway flooding past his figure and landing on her like a spotlight, shining her in all its glory.
She felt a concentrated gaze burning a hole through her, resisting the urge to look up.
"K-Kayla?"
That voice, as sweet as honey, dripping with disbelief and shock was just as beautiful as she remembered it. So innocent and pure, full of hope.
His name leaving her lips was like a beacon, urging her to look up to meet those perfectly sweetened honey brown eyes, immediately falling headfirst into them and losing herself in them, drowning eagerly in the ocean of his love.
She swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, watching as he half stumbled against the door frame, the shock making his legs give way, his face suddenly losing all colour as he took her in - all of her. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, tracing every inch of her to make sure she was real.
She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes full of guilt as she tried for a smile.
"H-Hi" she whispered, immediately internally kicking herself at the pathetic attempt to break the ice, wincing at her weak tone as she stared at him back, taking him all in. All of him. From his scruffy bed hair to his creased checked pyjama bottoms, his pale blue T-shirt half tucked into his bottoms.
His knees buckled, catching himself on the wooden doorway as he stumbled forward, grabbing her shoulders and staring down at her in total and utter perplexity.
"Kayla" he repeated her name again, this time barely above a whisper as he pressed his forehead against hers, soaking her in, "how... I don't understand..."
She raised a shaky hand, cupping his cheek that was wet with tears, holding him close as she basked in his scent, "I'll explain later... it's a long story"
He chuckled through the tears, suddenly enveloping her in a rib crushing hug, "oh my god... oh my god... I missed you so much"
"I know" she soothed, holding back her own tears as clung to him, "I missed you too"
Because it was true... she did miss him, more than he could ever know. Missed his innocence and pureness, his happiness before she - well, evil her - took that away.
He pulled back, not letting any distance seperate them as he suddenly plunged forward, holding her cheeks so tenderly and lovingly as he pressed his lips to hers, igniting this raw primal love from deep within her, something she hadn't been used to feeling or experiencing in so long.
His lips were scorching hot, melting against her own as she kissed him back, welcoming his embrace as he kissed her with such longing and heart, making her dizzy with emotion.
This was worth everything.
This was how it was meant to be the first time.
Them just loving each other, simply and eagerly.
His hands snaked around her waist, tugging her even closer as he spun her around into the house, pushing her back against the wall as his mouth feverantly moved with hers, perfectly in sync - just like always.
In this moment, they became one again. Again on so many more levels than ever before.
She pulled back with a gasp, desperately catching her breath as she looked up at him, his glazed eyes swallowed with longing and love as he rested his forehead on hers and smiled.
"This is all I've ever wanted" he whispered, his voice breaking with the strength of his emotions, "all I've ever wanted is you back..."
She knew that too, knowing his one goal was to have her back - normal - without burden or pain.
Her lips quirked, holding his T-shirt in her fists as she immersed herself in his stare, finally feeling complete.
"Well... you've got me" she promised, "and I'm never going anywhere ever again"
"... Promise?" he begged, his bottom lip quivering, "promise me?"
She reached up, her thumb stroking his stubbly cheek, "I promise" she vowed, willing to put her life on it, "you're stuck with me"
He brought her into his arms again, squeezing her tight and unwilling to let go, burying his face into her shoulder as he bathed in her warmth, savouring the feel of heat from her skin as the last time he touched her she was cold and hard, no Kayla left in her empty shell of a body, pale and bloodless from the trauma of her death.
He then just realised her dirty clothes, her skin was smudged with dirt and realised with a sickening jolt that she just be climbed her way from her own grave and looked down at her, his eyes full of horror.
"Oh god... did you-" she watched him swallow the disgust he felt, "did you just have to climb out of your own grave?"
"Oh" she glanced down at her attire, realising just how scraggly she looked, "yeah, kind of"
He paled even more, suddenly looking nauseated, "oh... my god... Kaylz I'm so sorry, if I knew-"
She covered his mouth with her hand, shaking her head, "you weren't to know" she soothed, "I was dead. Dead usually means gone for good"
He wrapped his hand around her own, moving it down to his chest, "I should've... I should've known. Should've sensed it. Should've tried harder-"
She cut him off with another kiss, savouring the taste of his lips, so soft and warm against her own, basking in the light and happiness that surged through her veins.
"I love you" she whispered against his mouth, "god I love you so much"
He smiled, stroking her tuggy hair, "I love you so much more"
He embraced her again, unable to take his hands off her as he picked her up effortlessly, his hands resting under her thighs as he pressed her back against the wall and swallowed her whole, her body buzzing and alight with this brand new feeling she hadn't felt in such a long time - acceptance and true, honest love. She knew this is why she was back. Why she was destined to be on this earthly plane.
For him. For them.
Their souls intertwining and connecting once again.
Stronger together than apart.
She couldn't help but chuckle, laughing against his lips as he pulled back, his eyes suddenly alight with new found happiness, something he hadn't felt in a very long time.
"What? What is it?" he grinned, watching in delight as she laughed.
"I just really need a shower"
He snorted, dripping her to the ground, "I think a shower would be for the best"
He led her up the stairs and into the bathroom, turning on the shower to the hottest setting, laying out her favourite shower gel and shampoos.
"I uh... kept them" he murmured, "I don't know why, I just couldn't throw them out"
Her lips upturned at his thoughtfulness, squeezing his hand, "just as well you didn't"
"Um... you should have a shower" he settled on saying, swallowing the sudden nerves that engulfed him, thinking about her bare body that would soon be unclothed, trying not to be overcome with those thoughts, "get clean... relax... I'll find you some clothes"
She accepted his suggestion, watching him reluctantly leave as she turned back to the bathroom mirrow beginning to steam up, seeing just what a state she was in.
She peeled off her dirty, damp, rotting clothes, kicking them in a pile next to the laundry basket and stepped into the bath, the shower head immediately hitting her and soothing her tense and aching joints.
Heaven... or as close to.
She scrubbed herself until her skin was red raw, watching clumps of dirt swirl down the drain as she lathered handfuls is shampoo through her long hair, desperately ridding it from the mud and bugs stuck deep, sweeping a bottle full of conditioner through her hair to detangle it.
She didn't expect a shower to make her feel so good, feeling so much like herself again as she freshened up.
She turned the shower off, carefully stepping out over the bath and grabbing a fluffy blue tower, wrapping it around her body as drips or water cascaded down her skin.
She turned to the mirror again, rubbing the steam from the reflection so she could see herself.
She looked... normal. Surprisingly normal. No ill side effects this time around. She looked just like she did before she died and, just like before, no scar or mark in the centre of her chest from being impaled on Kira's sword.
She was back... she was finally back.
She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she studied herself, finally content and happy once again.
This was how things were meant to be.
She felt on cloud nine, keeping the towel wrapped around herself as she padded across the hallway and gingerly opened Stiles' bedroom door, peeking around the door and knocking quietly at the same time.
He looked up immediately, jumping off the bed from where he was sitting, "is it okay to come in?"
"O-Of course" he stuttered, gulping as he noticed her state of undress, water still trailing down her skin, "I uh, I got you some clothes"
He nodded to his computer chair where some clothes were folded neatly waiting for her but she didn't want the clothes, she wanted to be close to Stiles again, having felt nothing but distance between them for months - years, technically, if you counted hell.
She slowly moved towards him, stopping opposite him so their chests nearly touched.
"I know I have a lot to explain... it just gets really complicated and I'm not sure how to tell you without sounding crazy"
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers, "don't worry about that just now... just focus on readjusting"
She reached out to lay her palms flat on his chest, feeling his heavy exaggerated breathing at her touch as she smiled, "I feel pretty well adjusted"
"A-Are you sure?" He swallowed, "I mean... you were dead..."
She smirked at the inside joke she was about to come out with, glad her sense of humour had returned, "I've had lots of practice"
He didn't understand, frowning at her words, "I just want to make sure you're okay"
"I feel great" she whispered, "Stiles, for the first time in a long time I feel whole. I feel maybe even better than before. I feel strong and-and positive. I feel like a brand new me"
He smiled at her optimism, touching her soaking wet hair, "I can't believe this is happening... are you sure this isn't a dream?"
"I swear on my life" she vowed, unable to tear herself away from him as she bathed in the ecstasy her body was drowning in being so close to her, her heart - full of desire - all his.
She knew he felt the same, she could feel it seeping from his every pore as his eyes trailed over her body, his throat tightening at the sight of her slender body wrapped in nothing but a towel - his towel - her presence so close and inviting.
"I'm never going anywhere ever again" she murmured, her hands slipping under his tee to touch his bare skin, her fingertips glazing over the dusting of hair below his belly button, "I'm all yours..."
Because she was, unwaveringly and undoubtedly, being next to him in these moments made her forget everything that had happened because none of that mattered when she was near him. He always made everything better again without even trying.
His hands came to rest on her towel clad hips, nails gripping at her in desperation, "I've wanted nothing more than to hear you say that again... I've been a mess Kaylz. Ever since that night I... I gave up. On everything. Losing you made life unbearable"
Her heart ached for him, yearning to take his hurt away. If only the ritual didn't take her back to the original time she woke up, but seconds after she died. Then he wouldn't have been hurting so much, two months of his life wasted.
She couldn't fix the last two months of hell he had experienced, but she could make him feel loved and wanted to try and make up for it.
She was lost to the yearning, of love and need as she slowly reached up to unclasp the rise from between her breasts, letting it drop to the floor and pool around her feet.
Stiles gulped loudly, the apples of his cheeks turning a flaming red as he gazed down at her naked body, taking all of her in, every single inch of her bare skin before meeting her gaze again, his stare darkening with need.
"Love me" she begged, desperate to feel him, to reconnect and be with him in every way, so much time to make up for, more time than he could ever understand, "love me Stiles"
He reached up, cupping her cheek and smiling, "that's something I've never had trouble with"
Their lips met in a fervent entanglement, desperation and lust taking over as their careful behaviour suddenly turned frantic, losing themselves in their cravings for one another as he clung to her naked body, hands gliding over her smooth skin, touching every inch of her he could reach.
The next thing she knew her back was hitting the mattress, his lips leaving hers to plant scorching marks along her jawline and neck, both making up for all the time they had lost.
A/N) ahhhhhh AHHHHH omg? Right? Hahahaha STAYLA ahhhhh I'm so excited. I really am haha so please please review and I'll see you all so soon :)